Chapter 1788 - Final Curtain (1/2)

Mu Xuanyin withdrew the Snow Princess Sword and brushed her finger against the air. A moment later, the portable space Nan Wansheng no longer possessed the power to sustain exploded into a shower of unusual profound lights.

As the Southern Sea God Emperor, even the least valuable portable space Nan Wansheng carried contained the kind of treasures that a normal person could never imagine possessing in a million years. The light and the aura of the entire planet started changing drastically, and the earth started shaking like an earthquake. It was as if the planet couldn’t withstand the powerful aura of these treasures.

Mu Xuanyin cast her gaze at a golden light floating in midair. It wasn’t conspicuous compared to the rest of the treasures around it, but it was extremely pure and clearly the soul light of a soul origin.

Extracting a soul light from a soul origin damages it. There was only one item the Southern Sea God Emperor would sacrifice a portion of his soul to protect, and it was the Southern Sea’s lifeline, the artifact of inheritance of the Southern Sea divine power!

Mu Xuanyin extended her hand slowly and encased Nan Wansheng’s head and the artifact of inheritance in a block of shiny blue ice. Then, her figure started fading away into nothing.

At the end of it, not even a trace of cold air could be seen in the area anymore. It was as if she was never there.

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The old Nan Guizhong withdrew his aura and closed his eyes to avoid looking at the hellish-looking capital city that was still being ravaged right now. It was as if he was at peace after igniting his life to send a grievously wounded Nan Wansheng away to safety.

He was an emperor for half a lifetime, and just now he had succeeded in preserving the Southern Sea’s last hope. With this, he had repaid his debt to his ancestors and the Southern Sea in full, and its future was all up to the fates now.

The two Sea Gods who were fighting the Yama Ancestors and saw how Nan Wansheng had escaped from start until the end, and the elders, Sea Guards, and profound practitioners who were fighting for their lives felt new strength flowing into their veins. It was a light in the darkness, an infinite hope where there was none a moment ago, and it was so encouraging that even their previously broken spirit had returned in full force.

“The Southern Sea is eternal! We may die, but another will inherit our powers and return to the world once more!” A heavily wounded Sea God shouted with all his might.

Another Sea God shouted, “The day our king returns will be the day you devils die!”

The Sea God had lost both his arms, but his voice was loud and spirited like never before. The words resonated in the hearts of every Southern Sea profound practitioner, reinvigorated their tired bodies and drove them to fight with everything they had.

That’s right. Hope. Considering the current state of the Southern Sea Realm, it was literally the biggest luxury they could afford right now.

Unfortunately for them, their hope only lasted a couple of breaths.

Creak…

It was the sound of something breaking sharply. It extinguished Nan Guizhong and the two Sea Gods’ tiny hope like a bucket of ice water.

Nan Wansheng’s soul crystal had shattered. It meant that the god emperor… was dead.

Nan Guizhong abruptly opened his eyes. This time though, the light in his eyes was so dim that it was almost the same color as his pupils.

The two Sea Gods also froze in midair. They shivered incessantly like they were enduring the deadly cold of the deepest, darkest hell of ice in the world.

Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu had landed in front of Nan Guizhong. They were confused when they saw the latter’s sudden change of expression.

Nan Guizhong lifted his head bit by bit as absolute despair colored his aged features. He pointed a shivering finger at Yun Che and barely spit out the words, “You… how…”

“Heh… hehe…” Nan Guizhong suddenly broke into a sorrowful laugh. “You turned our strongest weapon against us, and you laid a trap on our final escape path too? Devil Master… you truly are the master of devils…”

Yun Che: “...?”

“Oh?” A look of astonishment flashed across Qianye Ying’er’s face when she looked at Nan Guizhong and the two Sea Gods. She muttered to himself, “Could it be… is Nan Wansheng… dead!?”

Did someone intercept the Phantom Sea Four-Star Formation?

She shot a glance at the motionless Caizhi.

“In that case, allow me to free you from this mortal coil,” offered Qianye Bingzhu while extending a palm toward Nan Guizhong.

“No thanks. I can do it myself,” Nan Guizhong replied indifferently before looking down on the capital city one last time. The city was drenched in blood, and its prosperity and glory had all crumbled into dust. It was only now that he wished he had died all those years ago. At the very least, his memory would’ve stopped where the Southern Sea Realm was still the most magnificent king realm he helped to create.

“Flee.” His voice sounded as long and heavy as the bong of a rusted, millennium old gong. “Starting now, the Southern Sea no longer exists, and your will no longer belongs to the Southern Sea. So flee… flee… if nothing else, save yourselves from this doom.”

After that, he raised his palm, gathered the final vestiges of his power, and hit himself in the head.

BOOM—

The dull noise reverberated in every Southern Sea profound practitioners’ soul.

The last trace of murky light disappeared from Nan Guizhong’s pupils, and his body slowly collapsed to the ground… including the resurrected spirits of all the Southern Sea profound practitioners.

Despair was bad enough, but despair born from the destruction of hope… was even worse.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Nan Guizhong’s final words were clearly implying that the escaped Nan Wansheng, the final hope of the Southern Sea… had perished.

Their fighting spirit, their faith, and their willpower all crumbled completely. Their former god emperor had announced the demise of the Southern Sea himself, and they now belonged to no one. They no longer had any reason to keep resisting.

“If there is no Southern Sea… then the Sea God need not exist either…”