Rip!
In complete silence, the torn time rift closed once again, and the fleeting star river disappeared yet again.
Only the headless Golden Crow falling towards the earth remained.
It spoke of the terrifying impact of Xiluo’s casual strike.
"What... kind of Divine Artifact is that!"
Staring incredulously at the hairpin in Xiluo’s hand, the Golden Crow felt a long-lost sense of fear.
The last time he felt such fear was when his father fell, his brothers perished, and even his sisters hiding on the Taiyin Star couldn’t escape the disaster.
Only he, under the cover of his elder brothers, managed to escape the destiny of death until the Lord of the Netherworld perished.
"You are indeed not the Great Golden Crow!"
He did not directly answer the Golden Crow’s question.
Xiluo simply lowered her head to look at the burning "fireball" below.
Even without its head, the True Sun Fire on the headless Golden Crow remained scorching.
Compared to it, the living Golden Crow was utterly unworthy of being called the "embodiment of the sun."
"The one below is the Great Golden Crow then!"
Although it was a question, Xiluo used a tone of affirmation when she said this.
"Turning your own brother into an embodiment... you’ll really go to any lengths to survive!"
Seeing through the essence of the event at a glance, Xiluo cast a scornful gaze back at the Golden Crow.
Xiluo’s contempt wasn’t without reason, as she too had faced a similar choice.
After Wu Yao’s death, Xiluo had the chance to turn her into her own embodiment.
But she did not do so.
Because, to Xiluo, it was a desecration, an affront to Wu Yao, to her own feelings.
Now seeing the Golden Crow desecrating his brother’s corpse to survive, she naturally felt no goodwill toward him.
"You know nothing! What gives you the right to judge me!"
Suddenly, Xiluo’s words infuriated the Golden Crow, making him exceptionally agitated this time.
Whether it was because he had left the protection of the Celestial Emperor’s Capital or the fear brought by the decapitation of the Great Golden Crow’s embodiment...
At this moment, the Golden Crow no longer maintained his previous composure, replaced instead by the temperament befitting his youthful appearance.
"I indeed have no right to judge you, nor do I want to judge you."
Casually pointing the Five Punishments’ Severity at the Golden Crow, Xiluo sneered disdainfully.
"If this is your trump card, then I think you can start preparing for your funeral!"
Instinctively retreating, a trace of fear flashed in the Golden Crow’s eyes.
The power of the Five Punishments far exceeded the Golden Crow’s imagination.
Perhaps only the Heavenly Mirror in his father’s hand could rival it.
Yet that Heavenly Mirror had shattered in the battle with the Lord of the Netherworld, leaving not even a piece of debris.
"You’re all... forcing me!"
"If that’s the case, then die, all of you!"
A flicker of villainy crossed his face, and the Sun Fire within the Golden Crow blazed anew in an unprecedented manner.
At this point, the Golden Crow cared little for the Dream Maker.
Whether he woke up or started over, the Golden Crow now only wished to kill Xiluo.
Rumble!
In an instant, the Golden Crow’s body began to split again.
This time, the number of Golden Crows split was as many as nine.
And so, the image of ten suns in the sky, reminiscent of the Battle of the Sun-Shooting, appeared once more on the earth.
...........................
When the nine Golden Crows simultaneously appeared, forming a scene of ten suns with the giant sun in the sky, the earth turned into a furnace.
Even Li Boyang and the other two, who were watching the battle through the Map of Mountains and Rivers, felt an inexplicable heat, reminiscent of a dream entering reality.
"It’s time."
Just then, Li Boyang’s lips curled slightly.
Having long been prepared, Silver Horn immediately opened the gourd lid, releasing countless Flying Swords toward the distant battlefield.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Tens of thousands of streams of light tore through the sky, akin to comets falling to the earth.
The boundary between virtuality and reality was truly shattered at this moment.
The Flying Swords from the reality forcibly invaded the originally illusory dreamscape.
Ripples spread across the void, startling the Celestial Gods engaged in battle, bewildered and unaware of what was happening.
Only when the Flying Swords fully manifested and shot towards the nine Golden Crows at lightning speed...
The Celestial Gods realized the newcomers were Xiluo’s allies!?
No time to ponder what kind of person could interfere with dream events from outside the dream.
Some knowledgeable Celestial Gods made a hasty decision, disregarding those entangling them, plunging towards the countless Flying Swords in a reckless manner.
"Hmph! You think this can stop me!"
"Please, treasure, turn around!"
The Silver Horn didn’t even glance at the Celestial Gods, simply rotating the gourd in his hand.
Tens of thousands of Flying Swords transformed into a torrent that pierced the heavens and earth, shredding anything within reach.
Even Celestial Gods transforming themselves into celestial disasters could not survive in the torrent formed by these thousands of Flying Swords.
——Sword Heart Clarity, Ten Thousand Swords as One!
Li Boyang, having sealed his sword for years, found no enemy worthy of drawing it again in this world.
But Silver Horn, inheriting his legacy, pursued his footsteps, attempting to enter the Supreme Realm where "everything can become a sword."
This move, "Ten Thousand Swords as One," was the result of Silver Horn’s years of diligent cultivation.
It wasn’t merely releasing Flying Swords from the Sword-Hiding Silver Gourd; each sword was an extension of Silver Horn’s will.
At this moment, Silver Horn was no longer Silver Horn, but a collective of countless Flying Swords.
As if he had another embodiment outside his own body.
Moreover, this embodiment had a complete Consciousness Spirit and instinct, capable of executing numerous high-difficulty maneuvers in a single thought.
Rustle, rustle...
From the perspective of the gods, countless Flying Swords pierced the heavens, agile like living creatures, far from the dead objects forged from steel.
The Celestial Gods who hadn’t managed to rush up in time were even more astounded by the scene that followed.
"Roar!"
As if a "Silver Dragon" emerged from the void.
Its flesh and blood were its killing intent; Flying Swords were its scales; the piercing clamor of metal was its roar.
The first Golden Crow to collide with this "Silver Dragon" had not even a shred of chance to resist before being swiftly shredded.
Then the second Golden Crow spread its wings, attempting to melt these Flying Swords with the blazing True Sun Fire.
All it managed was to melt some swords on the outer edge.
It was then torn to pieces by the swiftly lunging "Silver Dragon."
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