135: Chapter 135 World-Destroying Light

Supreme Void.

The point of light on the chessboard representing Blue Star—was expanding.

It was not growing slowly. It was like a water balloon being inflated, swelling several times its size in an instant.

Inside the point of light, a color that could not be described or defined was churning; it did not belong to any known spectrum.

Venerable Ming stared at the point of light.

His fingers did not move. His expression did not change. His breathing remained steady.

But his pupils, they constricted.

He recognized this light.

Eons ago.

At that time, there was no title of "Venerable Ming," no chessboard, and no authority of the Chess Player. He and Venerable Xuan were nothing more than rogue cultivators practicing in a dilapidated temple on the edge of the Hongmeng Realm.

The kind who didn't know if they would have a next meal.

One day, they passed by a ruin.

The ruin was so vast that its boundaries could not be seen.

All matter had been erased. Not destroyed, not shattered—but "erased." Not even debris was left behind. Only a patch of absolute nothingness remained, along with the last wisp of aura lingering within that nothingness.

Later, it took him three epochs to find out the predecessor of that ruin.

A super-dimensional civilization.

Its dimensional level was two tiers higher than the Hongmeng Realm.

The combined life forms of the entire civilization could fill a thousand Chaos Realms.

Gone.

Erased by the master of that aura, with a mere flick of a hand.

"Flick of a hand" was not a figure of speech. It was meant literally. In the lingering karma of the ruins, there were no traces of battle. No collision of laws. No confrontation of origins.

It was just like a human crushing an ant.

No battle was needed.

At this moment.

The color churning within that point of light on the chessboard—was exactly the same as that wisp of aura lingering in the ruins from eons ago.

Identical.

Venerable Ming stood up.

His movement was too violent. The teacups, chess pieces, and utensils on the chess table were all overturned. Tea spilled across the table, flowed to the edge of the chessboard, and dripped down the table rim.

He had never lost his composure.

Sitting before this chessboard for billions of years, the tea he had brewed could fill a galaxy. Venerable Xuan's schemes, the betrayal of the chess pieces, the loneliness of eons—nothing had ever made him raise an eyebrow.

At this moment, the table was a mess.

He didn't even look at it.

"Impossible."

His voice changed pitch.

Not anger. Not shock.

It was something more primal—fear.

A fear forgotten for too long. So long that he thought he would never have this feeling again in his life.

"That thing... how could it be sealed beneath Blue Star?!"

Opposite him, Venerable Xuan held his teacup, motionless. Golden blood still hung from the corner of his mouth—the injury from when Jiang Feng plundered his origin last time had not yet healed.

He did not answer.

Because he didn't know either.

Venerable Ming did not hesitate.

Not even for a breath.

He raised his right hand. His index finger stood upright.

A black and gold light condensed at his fingertip.

Extremely bright. Extremely dark.

Two contradictory visual effects existed simultaneously—the center of the light was absolute black, the edges were blinding gold, and the space at the boundary was silently collapsing.

Hunyuan-level destruction laws.

Extremely compressed.

World-Destroying Finger Beam.

He had used this move once before.

Three hundred thousand years ago. A civilization in the Hongmeng Realm questioned the authority of the Chess Player in front of him.

He raised his finger slightly.

That Hongmeng Realm was now a blank slate.

Not even its name remained.

"Before that thing wakes up—"

Venerable Ming aimed at the direction of Blue Star.

The muscles on his face twisted together. His lips were taut and white.

"Whatever Blue Star. Whatever chess piece. Whatever Jiang Feng."

"All of you—turn to ashes."

The finger beam shot out.

Silent.

Soundless.

Crossing dimensional barriers, passing through the Chaos Realm, traversing the intervals of all known space.

Straight toward Blue Star.

Above Blue Star.

The outer wall of the taixu barrier lit up.

Blood red.

Dragon Girl was squatting on the edge of the balcony, munching on the last bag of super spicy potato chips, chili powder staining the corners of her mouth.

The Heavenly Dao authority within her emitted a sharp warning hiss—like someone stabbing her brain with steel needles.

She looked up instinctively.

Her slit pupils constricted to pinpoints.

At the end of the firmament.

An extremely thin black and gold line was piercing through at a speed billions of times faster than light.

She gripped the potato chip bag tightly. Her knuckles turned white.

She was the new Heavenly Dao. The supreme authority above all things. The core hub for the operation of Blue Star's laws.

Everything happening in this starry sky was under her jurisdiction.

But that black and gold line—was not under her jurisdiction.

Something from a higher dimension.

The dimensional level difference crushed through the upper limit of the Heavenly Dao laws.

In all the time she had lived, the purest aura of destruction she had ever seen was the killing move unleashed by the eight Hunyuan Supremes on the Taihuang Battlefield.

The line before her eyes—was ten thousand times that.

Not an estimate.

It was her bloodline telling her.

The bloodline of the Ancient Ancestral Dragon would not lie.

"Master!!!"

Dragon Girl roared out loud.

She exerted her Heavenly Dao authority to the fullest. The laws of Blue Star transformed into millions of golden chains, layering themselves in front of the taixu barrier.

The black and gold finger beam touched the first chain.

It burned through.

Like paper touching fire.

The second.

The third.

The tenth.

It burned through them all.

Blood trickled from the corner of Dragon Girl's mouth.

On the Starry Sky Great Wall, Xiao Zhenjiang saw that line.

Extremely thin. Extremely far.

But the old marshal's eyes had stared at the starry sky from the Great Wall for decades; he had seen all kinds of light.

But he had never seen this kind.

His fingers, gripping the crenellations of the wall, dug into the crevices between the stones, his knuckles turning completely white. A corner of the stone brick shattered.

"Jiang Feng...!"

The two words were squeezed through his teeth.

Not a call.

It was a trust.

Underground training ground.

Ying Zheng looked up.

The humming of the zhenguo sword reached its peak. Cracks appeared on the sword body.

The divine weapon that had swept across the six directions two thousand years ago was now trembling violently on the stone table, the sound it emitted not like metal clashing—but like weeping.

The emperor raised his arm to shield his eyes.

Not to block the attack. It was instinct.

That black and gold light pierced through ten thousand meters of earth, penetrated the alloy dome of the training ground, and forced light into every corner.

He had lived for over two thousand years.

For the first time, he felt the action of his "arm" was so powerless.

Huo Qubing stood behind him.

The spear shaft creaked in his grip. The young general clenched his teeth so tightly that the muscles on his cheeks twitched twice.

The black and gold finger beam was thirty thousand li away from the taixu barrier.

Dragon Girl's Heavenly Dao authority burned to the edge of collapse. The golden chains shattered one after another, turning into fireflies filling the sky and dissipating into the starry void.

Twenty thousand li.

Ten thousand li.

The barrier began to show cracks.

Spiderweb-like. Spreading from the center to the surroundings.

Dragon Girl gritted her teeth. The blood trickling from her mouth turned into a stream. Her slit pupils were full of stubbornness.

The Heavenly Dao was about to shatter.

She knew it.

But she would not retreat.

Master was behind her.

Master's mother was behind her.

The beef brisket hadn't been stewed yet.

There were still three boxes of super spicy potato chips left to eat.

No retreat.

Five thousand li—

A finger.

Reached out from behind her.

It rested on the outermost layer of the barrier.

No light effects.

No law fluctuations.

No release of origin.

Nothing at all.

Just a finger.

Dragon Girl turned her head.

Jiang Feng stood to her right rear. She didn't know when he had arrived.

The expression on his face—was exactly the same as when he helped Liu Cuilan pick out soy sauce at the supermarket.

800 Jian.

His total attributes had nearly doubled.

The essence of the hongmeng ancestral source that the Chess Player had accumulated for billions of years had been digested by him without even a bone fragment left.

A finger met the black and gold finger beam.

The collision occurred on the outskirts of the atmosphere.

Silent.

The starry sky for ten thousand li lit up for an instant.

It was so bright that everyone's shadows disappeared for a tenth of a second.

Then it extinguished.

The black and gold finger beam shattered.

Starting from the point of contact, it disintegrated in reverse along its trajectory, shattering into meteors of black and gold that filled the sky, painting a rain of flowers across the sky above Blue Star.

Dense and numerous.

Filling the entire sky.

Dragon Girl looked up.

The meteors filling the sky were reflected in her slit pupils.

Her mouth was open.

She didn't close it for a long time.

The bag of super spicy potato chips in her hand dropped.

She didn't pick it up.

On the Starry Sky Great Wall.

Xiao Zhenjiang released the fingers that had been embedded in the crevices of the stone bricks. His fingertips were covered in blood.

He did not look down.

The old marshal's gaze pierced through the ten thousand li of starry sky, landing in the direction of that finger.

His back was straight.

He didn't say a word.

No need to say anything.

Underground training ground.

Ying Zheng slowly straightened up.

The cracks on the zhenguo sword were healing on their own. The humming sound changed from a wail back to a low vibration—like an injured beast catching its breath.

The emperor stared at the black and gold meteors dissipating across the sky.

He was silent for a long time.

So long that Huo Qubing thought he wouldn't speak.

Then Ying Zheng said two words.

"...Good."

The voice was not loud.

But every wall in the training ground was vibrating.

Two thousand years.

From Xianyang to Blue Star.

From an earthly emperor to a heroic obsession.

He had seen the sky collapse. He had seen the earth split. He had seen the fall of the six kingdoms. He had seen the collapse of the Great Wall.

He had never seen anyone flick away a world-destroying beam with a single finger.

Good.

This one word was enough.

Huo Qubing stood behind him.

The corners of his mouth twitched violently.

His eyes turned red.

Not from being moved.

It was the kind where blood rushes to the head.

The young general who had conquered Langjuxu at eighteen was now trembling as he gripped his spear shaft.

Not from fear.

It was from being fired up.

He gritted his back teeth.

He cursed under his breath.

"Damn, that's cool."