105: Chapter 105 The Birth of a New God

Where Night Radiance dissipated, the void slowly closed up, as if that resolute silhouette and that gentle sigh had never existed.

But that sentence, "This world still owes Yue'er a spring," was like an invisible brand, deeply etched into the soul of every survivor.

Hatred, madness, seeking, destruction... The final chapter of the Demon Sovereign, who had been viewed as their greatest nemesis throughout their rise, was such an unexpected act of protection and redemption.

The surviving players looked at each other, their expressions a mix of shock, bewilderment, and an indescribable sense of absurdity.

"I... I didn't hear that wrong, did I?" a non-combat player who was lucky enough to survive muttered. "The final boss... took a hit for us?"

"It was more than just taking a hit," Immovable as a Mountain, the founder of the Pot Lid Army standing not far away, rasped as he gazed at the unobstructed golden giant. "He turned himself into the final fuel and burned himself out."

No one could understand Night Radiance's final state of mind, but everyone saw the result.

The "God-Slaying Spear" that was enough to end everything had vanished.

The final and most insurmountable chasm leading to the throne of godhood had been filled in the most tragic way by the most unexpected person.

Silence.

A deathly silence enveloped the battlefield.

Amidst this silence, the towering golden giant began its final and most magnificent transformation.

He no longer absorbed the rain of light transformed from the players, for the fuel was already sufficient.

The furnace fire had reached its peak.

*Hum—*

An indescribable hum, originating from the deepest layer of the world, resounded in the sea of consciousness of every living being.

The golden giant, formed from the fusion of the Old Ancestor's spiritual body and the creation furnace, began to blur and fade at an unprecedented speed.

He no longer held the form of a "giant," but instead turned into a mass of pure, blinding light of creation.

This light was not harsh; on the contrary, it was incredibly soft.

Like a warm ocean, it slowly yet irresistibly spread toward every corner of the entire world.

Wherever the light passed, the laws of space distorted by the Evil God's power were quickly smoothed out and stabilized, like wrinkles under an iron.

Under the light, the maddening black sun in the sky began to tremble and shrink violently in its shifting geometric forms, emitting a silent and painful hiss like snow meeting the morning sun.

The "whispers" lingering between heaven and earth that caused the SAN values of all living beings to plummet abruptly ceased at this moment.

The world became quieter than ever before.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, the chaotic energy currents calmed, and even the dust seemed to lose its weight, floating quietly in mid-air.

Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment.

This was the "Silence."

It was the eternal moment before the old order completely collapsed and the new order was about to be born.

...

In a distant void interlayer, before the Obsidian Throne.

For the first time, a hint of shock and ferocity appeared on Fairy Yunshang's eternally frost-cold, beautiful face.

Night Radiance's self-sacrifice had completely disrupted her entire plan.

Her original scheme was to wait for the God-Slaying Spear to shatter the half-finished divinity. At the moment the world's source and the players' torrent of will dissipated and remained ownerless, she would activate the "God-Stealing Array" to absorb all the fruits into herself like a greedy octopus.

But now, not only had the divinity not shattered, it was about to reach full completion with Night Radiance's "help"!

Once the new god ascended and the Heavenly Dao unified, she would have no more opportunities!

"Useless trash!"

She cursed under her breath, unsure if she was cursing Night Radiance, who had defined protection with his death, or the Evil God, whose final strike had failed at the last step.

But she was Fairy Yunshang, after all.

Her extreme rationality allowed her to suppress all emotions in an instant, leaving only cold determination in her eyes.

"I can't wait any longer."

She slowly rose, her delicate hands forming a complex and eerie seal before her.

"Since I cannot 'pick it up' after it breaks, I shall 'possess' it as it forms!"

"God-Stealing Array, activate!"

...

On the battlefield.

At the core of that light of creation, a blurry humanoid silhouette was reconsolidating.

It was no longer the form of the creation furnace, nor was it the Dharma Body of Old Ancestor Lu Bei.

It was the prototype of the "Heavenly Dao."

It was this world's new "World Will."

The surviving Ninth Prince Ji Haoyue, Sword Saint Returning to Dust, and all the native cultivators instinctively wanted to kneel on the ground.

It was an absolute awe toward the "Creator," originating from the very level of their existence.

However, the players were different.

They just stared blankly, because in the core of this light, they saw something entirely different.

The Old Ancestor's familiar face was gradually blurring amidst the shifting light and shadows.

In its place, one face after another appeared.

"Is that... 'War God Number One'?" a player pointed at the sky with a trembling hand.

As the shadows flowed, that arrogant and unbridled face that always charged at the very front flashed through the core.

"And 'The Romance of the Science Guy'! I saw him! He even pushed up his non-existent glasses!"

"'Charge to the End'... 'Immovable as a Mountain'..."

"I... I saw myself..." The phantom of a player who had just died in the charge and happened to spawn a resurrection countdown next to a surviving teammate pointed at the sky in a daze. His face had also appeared among the thousands of shifting faces.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten million...

Every player who had sacrificed themselves to "request the Old Ancestor's ascension," whether they were PVP gods or non-combat slackers in life, became a part of the new god's face at this moment.

The new god had no fixed face.

His face was the sentient beings.

It was every small yet great soul that had sacrificed itself to save this world.

"We... we succeeded."

One of the surviving player leaders, Outlaw Zhang San, looked up at this scene, his eyes behind his glasses already blurred by tears.

He murmured, "Buying the Old Ancestor a golden coffin... we really did it..."

Only, this "golden coffin" was not cast from gold, but was based on a brand-new world, with the will of all of them as its outer casing.

How magnificent!

And at this very moment, while everyone was immersed in the grandeur and tragedy of this creation, a change quietly descended.

On the ground, beneath the long-dried bloodstains, the scorched earth blasted by energy, and the scattered fragments of magical treasures, wisps of imperceptible black gas, deeper than ink, silently drifted out.

This black gas was not the pollution of the Evil God, but a purer, mysterious energy filled with the sense of "order" and "plunder."

Like billions of invisible venomous snakes, they hugged the ground, rapidly gathering and intertwining. In an instant, they outlined a massive, sinister array that covered the entire Guixu Battlefield!

The patterns of this array were filled with cold logic and precise calculation, as if some paranoid mathematician had used the entire world as a drawing board to calculate an ultimate formula.

The moment the array took shape, a cold, greedy will filled with supreme ambition rose from the center of the array, transforming into an invisible giant hand that grabbed straight toward the "Heavenly Dao" core in the sky that was about to stabilize completely!

*Boom—!!!*

The world that had just fallen into "Silence" shook violently once again.

That soft light of creation was suddenly squeezed by the invisible giant hand, and a sign of dissipation actually appeared!

The laws that had just calmed down became chaotic again.

In that warm and majestic gaze, for the first time, there was a hint of... shock and fury originating from the World Will itself.

There was a thief!

Someone actually dared to commit such an act of stealing the heavens on the day of a god's birth!