543: The Taixu Hunyuan Holy Body began to condense

As the two deities returned to the Origin, the verdant, grassy hills were covered by white mist, like a land of immortals.

Bathed in the white mist, Qin Yang immediately felt all the pores on his body open, greedily absorbing the Source Power.

This feeling was like being immersed in amniotic fluid, receiving nourishment and gestation.

"Let's begin too. It's a good chance to experience what death feels like, isn't it?"

Amir's voice rang out.

After exchanging a glance with Salaman, she also began her self-sacrifice.

Salaman looked at Qin Yang, as if she had something to say, but did not speak. She only gave Qin Yang a deep look before closing her eyes and beginning to return to the Origin.

After the two deities, Nature and Harvest, sacrificed themselves, the mist in the Green Hills became even thicker; it could no longer be considered mere mist.

At this moment, Qin Yang felt as if he were in a sea of clouds, completely surrounded by white, unable to see anything.

Just then, Elebella's voice came from the whiteness.

"Qin Yang, you will come looking for me, won't you?"

Elebella's voice was choked with emotion.

Although this was not a true parting of life and death.

When she woke up, she would still be able to see Qin Yang.

But in Qin Yang's eyes, she would temporarily die.

Whatever she said or did, Qin Yang would not perceive it.

This separation, for the emotional Holy Light Goddess, was still a kind of pain.

Qin Yang knew the Holy Consort's feelings for him, smiled and nodded, saying, "Wait for me."

"Mm, don't make me wait too long."

As the soft, ethereal voice faded, the Source Power in the Green Hills became even more concentrated.

At the same time, Qin Yang's heart tightened, and a wave of sadness instantly surged within him.

He was the Dawn Holy Emperor, and his connection with the Holy Light Goddess was even stronger.

At this moment, he could clearly perceive it.

The Holy Light Goddess, Elebella, had already fallen.

"Is this a god's demise?"

Qin Yang gazed at the whiteness before him, feeling an emptiness in his heart.

At this moment, he felt as if he were in the Chaos of creation, unable to perceive anything but the Source Power.

This sense of emptiness made him feel disoriented, almost forgetting where he was.

It was as if his own consciousness was about to disappear, returning to the Chaos.

"So that's how it is."

Qin Yang murmured, he completely understood the meaning of "Naturally Forming Sacred Body."

Only by letting go of everything in the present could one return to the original form and be reborn.

Thinking of this, Qin Yang slowly raised his hand, holding the nüwa stone, allowing his consciousness to dissipate and his Physical Body to dissolve into the Source Power.

[You have died.]

[The item "nüwa stone" has been activated, and is currently rebuilding the Physical Body.]

Amidst a vast expanse of white.

The crystal-like nüwa stone shimmered with seven-colored light.

Within the light, the outline of a baby gradually formed.

At the same time, the chaotic Source Power suddenly surged, rushing towards the nüwa stone in a competitive frenzy.

And before the baby's eyes, "unknown" characters appeared.

[Supreme Primordial Sacred Body begins to condense...]

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...In the Elf World, War drums thundered.

Green-skinned, muscular Orcs charged towards Moon Viewing City, one after another.

The roar of the Titan Beast stirred up a fierce gale.

In the gale, Orcs riding wyverns hurled spears steeped in venom.

Facing this surging offensive,

the Crescent Moon Elves on the city walls remained motionless.

Only because in front of them, there was an indestructible defense line.

"Wind!"

A earth-shattering military horn sounded.

Below the Moon Viewing City walls, the sound of bowstrings being drawn taut rang out.

The Wild Goose Plume Imperial Guards, holding bows and arrows, strung their bows and nocked arrows with incredibly uniform movements.

Their synchronization was so perfect it looked like they were copy-pasted.

The Crescent Moon Elves on the city walls were astonished and amazed by this.

The Elven race values visual aesthetics, and War is no exception.

The High Elves' armies of the past also liked to drill their movements until they were perfectly uniform.

This made them look both beautiful and demonstrated the army's discipline and obedience.

But they were, after all, independent individuals, unable to achieve ultimate synchronization.

Yet, these Golden Armor Warriors before them... they truly could be called clones!

"Fire!"

Another military horn sounded.

Accompanied by dense whooshing and thunderous sounds.

Below Moon Viewing City, a thundercloud surged!

No, that was not a thundercloud, but an arrow formation composed of arrows imbued with lightning elements!

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The thundercloud rose into the sky, then transformed into a lightning storm, falling upon the first wave of charging Orcs.

Immediately, thunder exploded and electricity surged.

The first wave of charging Orcs fell like wheat, in swathes.

However.

The Orcs attacking Moon Viewing City were also different from before.

In the past, while Orcs were fierce in combat, there was still such a thing as morale.

As long as casualties exceeded 70% or they suffered a fierce blow, these brutal monsters would also rout.

But now, these Orcs seemed to have gone mad, completely fearless of death.

Even enduring a deadly arrow rain, they pressed towards Moon Viewing City, essentially filling the gaps with their lives.

Watching all this, Acting Holy Maiden Ella and Elder Tyrion were both incredibly relieved.

If not for the Divine Emperor's troops, Moon Viewing City would not have lasted an hour before being destroyed by the Orcs.

Wind! Wind! Wind!

Below the city, the military horn sounded urgently.

Multiple rounds of arrow barrages did not repel the Orcs.

By this time, they had approached the base of the city wall.

And the Tiance Imperial Guards had also assumed their close-combat stances.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The Huben (Tiger Brave) Imperial Guards continuously struck their sword backs, producing clanging sounds, like drums.

The Yulin (Feather Forest) Imperial Guards, holding long halberds, had already leveled their weapons and begun their formation charge.

They arranged themselves into a triangle, like a golden awl, piercing into the Orc formation.

After the Yulin (Feather Forest) Imperial Guards charged, the Huben (Tiger Brave) Imperial Guards also raised their shields and advanced, engaging in close combat with the Orcs in front.

At this distance, the various sounds of the battlefield could be heard very clearly.

In the first second of the Tiance Imperial Guards' collision with the Orcs, the dense sounds of flesh tearing and bones cracking rose and fell.

The strong smell of blood, along with the rising Battle Intent, slowly ascended. The Crescent Moon Elves on the city wall knew without looking down.

Below the city wall, it had already become a bloody purgatory!

"Can they... hold them back?"

Acting Holy Maiden Ella frowned, looking at the battlefield below.

Although the Tiance Imperial Guards had the fighting power to take on a hundred, the number of Orcs was simply too great!

As far as the eye could see, in the destroyed Radiant Moon Forest, a large number of Orcs were still pouring out, seemingly endless.

Just the visible Orcs were estimated to be over 200,000.

With such a vast numerical disparity, it was feared that even the Tiance Imperial Guards would eventually be exhausted.

"Acting Holy Maiden, do we really not need to do anything?"

Elder Tyrion asked Ella.

Clearly, she also saw the overwhelming enemy numbers.

Even if the Tiance Imperial Guards were strong, they could not make up for the numerical disadvantage.

"We cannot have casualties." Ella shook her head.

She was not afraid of the battlefield, but deeply believed in the Divine Emperor's admonition.

Every Elf that died in the Elf World would bring them one step closer to the end of days.

Just then, a voice rang out.

"It's time to bring them onto the field."

"Announce, Zhao Yun of the dragon Bile silver spear."

"Announce, Zhang Liao, the Ancient Tiger General."

"Announce, Guan Yu, the Holy Emperor Guan."