115: My Godly Father (The End)

The starry sky was silent.

The thin cyan barrier in front of Quan Yun was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That ancient and vast aura was like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.

"Hehe."

The shock on Yao Jinghong's face vanished, replaced by an expected smugness.

"I knew it. Such a Heaven-Defying object must have a huge cost to activate."

"It looks like it has reached its limit."

He looked at Quan Yun as if he were a dead man.

"Kid, your trump cards have been exhausted."

"Now, kneel and beg for mercy, and perhaps I will allow you a quick death."

The Jiang Family God King beneath the black robe remained silent, but those cold eyes said everything.

In their eyes, Quan Yun was already fish on the chopping block.

Quan Yun panted violently; the injuries within his body were worsening, and his consciousness was beginning to blur.

He could feel that the sliver of cyan Qi transmitted from the small tower was drying up.

Once the cyan light completely vanished, he would no longer have any power to resist.

Quan Yun's eyes were filled with determination.

Since he was going to die either way.

And since you want the Opportunity on me so badly.

"Then… none of you shall have it!"

He let out a low roar, using his very last ounce of strength.

"You want to obtain the Opportunity from me?"

"Dream on!"

"Even if I perish, my Dao dissipates, and I suffer Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering today, I will never let you succeed!"

"Let all the secrets and the Opportunity on my body be buried completely along with me!"

The passionate voice echoed in the deathly silent starry sky.

He began to frantically reverse the cultivation of the Guiyi Realm he had just achieved.

His body began to swell like a balloon blown to its limit, and trails of blood seeped from his skin.

A destructive aura brewed within his body.

He was going to self-destruct.

Not only did he want to self-destruct his Physical Body and Divine Soul, but he was even attempting to drag that small tower deep within his Sea of Consciousness to return to nothingness with him.

Yao Jinghong and the Jiang Family God King's expressions shifted slightly; clearly, they had not expected this kid to be so unyielding.

But they were not flustered.

Under the Domain suppression of two supreme God Realm experts, the self-destruction of a mere Guiyi Realm cultivator could not stir up any waves.

They just watched coldly, waiting for Quan Yun to destroy himself.

Just at the moment when the power within Quan Yun was about to completely spiral out of control.

An old and weak figure appeared out of thin air on this battlefield without any warning.

It was an old man, hunched over, his aura so weak that it seemed a gust of wind could blow him over.

He did not look at Yao Jinghong, nor the Jiang Family God King, nor even at Quan Yun, who was about to self-destruct.

His gaze was fixed, obsessed, upon the cyan light about to dissipate in front of Quan Yun.

He tremblingly reached out a hand, wanting to touch that light.

"This cyan light… it really is that tower…"

The old man muttered to himself, his voice filled with the ecstasy and excitement of having found something lost.

Immediately after, he seemed to notice Quan Yun's state, and his expression changed abruptly.

"Kid… what are you doing!"

"Stop! Stop quickly! Don't drag this tower to self-destruct with you!"

His rambling remarks finally attracted the attention of Yao Jinghong and the Jiang Family God King.

Yao Jinghong frowned, his eyes filled with impatience.

"Where did this old thing come from, daring to make noise here?"

"Scram!"

The Jiang Family God King was even more direct, his tone cold, killing intent fully exposed.

"If you don't scram again, I will kill you as well."

These words completely enraged the old man.

The old man slowly turned his head, and a crazed look appeared on his wrinkled face.

His cloudy eyes swept across Yao Jinghong and the Jiang Family God King, filled with contempt.

"Ants… noisy."

He just casually raised his withered palm and lightly waved it in the direction of the two.

As if he were shooing away two annoying flies.

However, it was just this casual wave.

The disdain and killing intent on Yao Jinghong and the Jiang Family God King's faces instantly froze.

In their place was extreme terror that could not be described in words.

They wanted to escape, wanted to resist, but found that their bodies, their Divine Souls, and even the surrounding space-time were completely imprisoned by a powerful force.

The next moment.

In the eyes of Quan Yun, who was shocked beyond measure.

That arrogant Lord of Yaoguang Blessed Land, the Heavenly God Yao Jinghong.

That unfathomably powerful and high-and-mighty Jiang Family God King.

Their bodies just silently dissipated into the starry sky.

Not leaving even a trace behind.

Turned to ashes and smoke.

A Heavenly God, a God King, just gone like that.

Quan Yun's heart shook violently.

"Who on earth… is this person?"

This level of power had already exceeded his understanding.

He saw very clearly that this old man had come for the small tower inside him.

The look of determination in Quan Yun's eyes intensified.

The power within him had completely spiraled out of control and could no longer be reversed.

"My Opportunity, no one is allowed to have it!"

He used his last ounce of strength to let out an unyielding roar.

The old man looked at Quan Yun, his expression turning to fury.

"Ignorant child! Ignorant ant!"

He roared, his voice shaking the entire starry sky.

"Do you think you can detonate this tower?!"

"What kind of existence is this tower?! How could it be affected by an ant like you!?"

In the old man's voice was supreme reverence for that tower.

"That is a supreme treasure that once followed the Emperor…"

"Emperor?"

Quan Yun's consciousness was already fading; he only vaguely heard this one word.

Boom—!

His body, along with his Divine Soul, completely exploded.

Endless darkness swallowed him.

His consciousness returned once again to that familiar, cold, and deathly silent Reincarnation Space.

...

In the starry sky, the energy storm generated by Quan Yun's self-destruction gradually subsided.

The old man looked at that nothingness, a trace of disdain on his face.

"A mere ant, actually vainly attempting to shake such a treasure."

He slowly stepped forward, preparing to retrieve the supreme treasure, the small tower that he had spent countless epochs searching for, from the dust of that space.

But the next second, the expression on his face froze.

He widened his eyes in disbelief, his Divine Thought frantically sweeping through every inch of space.

Nothing.

There was nothing.

The aura of that tower had vanished without a trace along with the ant's self-destruction.

The old man's body began to tremble violently.

The expression on his face went from surprise to shock, and finally into endless rage.

"No! Impossible!"

"The tower… where is the tower?!"

"Where did that tower go?!"

He let out a painful roar toward the sky.

Rumble!

A terrifying aura, surpassing a God King and exceeding the limits that this world could bear, erupted from his seemingly frail body.

The firmament of the entire Eastern Region trembled violently under this aura.

Countless old monsters in seclusion were awakened, looking in horror toward the source of the aura.

In the starry sky, only the old man's unwilling roar remained, echoing for a long time.

"It's gone?!"

"How could it be gone?!"

PS: I originally planned to write a bit more, but some readers mentioned that this lifetime has been going on for too long. Uh... let's consider this a hasty ending. The pacing in the latter part of this lifetime wasn't well-controlled. I apologize, dear readers. I will polish the next lifetime better. A new author asks for your understanding.