771 Hero and Death (2/2)

At that moment, the bell in Yuan He's sheath rang out a lament.

A broken sword fell from the sky and into his hands. It was the body of the Chun Jun Sword. After stripping away Yuan Changqing's decades of cultivation, it had reverted to its original form.

The Yun Chun Sword had always been the sword that Yuan Changqing carried. It was never more than a step away from him. For it to appear in the hands of another could only mean one thing—Yuan Changqing had died.

But Yuan He did not wail and beat the ground, nor did he even shed tears like an ordinary person. There was no sadness in his eyes, only an indescribably envy, and a fascination with those four rays of light!

Life was nothing more than the process of seeking death.

Death was worth it.

At the moment of death, Yuan Changqing, the strongest head of a household in history, had touched the realm that the ancestors of the past had been fascinated by, lightly treading on the edges of the Originator.

At that moment, the Originator roared, and four rivers surged out. After piercing through the realm of aether they fell from it and absorbed the power of the sea of aether. Most of the aether in the Empire of Aurora was involved in this, forming a terrible vacuum.

Then it fell into the elements that had flown out of Yuan Changqing's body.

Under the reflection of the four elements, all things and every phenomenon were frozen in an instant. Only the endless blazing light and terrible darkness gathered in the sky.

Four figures emerged from the elements, each of them with Yuan Changqing's face. One was a child; one was an old man; one was in the prime of life, cold and fierce, like he would destroy everything; and one was quiet as a virgin, it fluttered illusorily, so that it was difficult to tell if it existed or not.

The four of them had four different ancient swords. The elements on the swords echoed each other, creating an outline of purest death and destruction. Music theory spread out from within, intertwining to form a huge alchemy array that covered the entire battlefield.

Everything cried out a lament.

It was now that the four elements revealed their own essential power within the void.

Punish, slay, trap, sever!

After exhausting that which the Yuan family had accumulated, the bridge spanning life and death, the explanation of the truth of destruction and the terrible artifact that simulated the end of the world were formed from Yuan Changqing's bones.

At the moment that he died, he finally completed the long-held wish of his ancestors to forge his own soul and bones into a container for these four destructions.

Under the reflection from the four blades, the earth was laid to waste and cracks appeared in it. The scorched earth was covered with frost. The sky was ashen and the wind shrieked.

The light of the stars could not be seen through the cracked sky because the stars had already been destroyed by this eternal catastrophe.

Between heaven and earth, a terrible crack leading to the heart of the earth appeared. But there was no geothermal heat in this crack. The core of the planet had cooled.

A broken skeleton sat upright between the shattered heavens and the earth.

There was no life left in the world.

Only the tragic wreckage of the planet indicated that anything had ever existed.

This was the end of the earth, the sky, the stars, the world and everything in it. It was a scene where everything was destroyed, and everything had lost its meaning.

At this moment, under the cover of the Sword of the End, Heaven's Gate screamed and swayed and was caught in that scene of the end times. It was weathered rapidly, and the soldiers on the walls cried out as they wilted bit by bit.

Even the coalition force had to retreat in the face of this power, leaving the land covered in dead bodies.

At this point, only non-humans could interfere with the battle.

It was a war between monsters and the world, between a hero and death.

Between the shattered heavens and the earth, the heavy weapon collided with the Sword of the End and the horrible battle reached its climax. As the battle changed, the four continued to merge and split, leaving a scar on Mr. Hu's body.

Even though he had died, Yuan Changqing's laughter still seemed to reverberate through this eternal destruction. As the battle grew fiercer, the old man's once insane figure grew clearer and clearer.

Even though he was dead, he could still experience the joy of battle in this way.

He could experience… the thrill of the slaughter!

For the first time, Mr. Hu was forced to retreat under that fierce assault.

It was like a replay of the match between Ye Qingxuan and Yuan Changqing.

He sought victory would attain victory, he who sought death would attain death.

If he didn't want to get pulled into suffering the same fate as Yuan Changqing, he could only be overwhelmed by him. It was difficult to counterattack.

Outside the battlefield, there were still a few places where heads of families drew near the battle. They continued to provide Yuan Changqing with power through the City in the Sky, allowing him to freely squander and spread destruction.

Faced with these four attacking streams of light, the burning hero once again lifted his heavy might and thrust it forward.

This time he did not retreat.

The fierce sun once again operated in the dead silent world. Terrible heat and eternal cold clashed together.

At the last second, Mr. Hu looked behind him, revealing a smile.

Goodbye.

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”Mr. Hu...” In the wilderness, Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and looked no more.