A cicada chirp resonated through the Flowing Gold River, and Ash, who had been struck in the head, instantly returned to his state three seconds prior!

Past Transformation·Three Second Cicada Hibernation!

Although the Yuanchan and Fang Chan had merged into one, the life-saving agreement Ash had previously established with the Yuanchan was still in effect!

The young Whitedove, after executing the strike, regressed by another year, looking almost no older than the little Silver Lamp. Yet he hesitated not a bit and once again lifted his staff, aiming at Ash's head.

However, by this time, they had spent too long in the silver light. The radiant silver light painted them, until their entire clothes and joints were thoroughly silverized!

Ash made no dodging moves. First, because facing divine ferocity, a mere human had no chance to dodge; second, he no longer needed to evade.

Whitedove's staff grazed his cheek, merely scraping a little skin. Instead, Ash's Kasaya Slash opened a massive wound from shoulder to waist on Whitedove, from which brilliant light burst forth!

This is the second and third effects of silverization.

Heavily silverized targets experience myriad illusions in their consciousness, making it impossible for them to discern the real position of enemies, often missing their attacks; simultaneously, the resistance of their silverized parts drastically decreases, allowing a mage to easily heavily injure enemies cursed by the Silver Lamp!

Whitedove was among the few Divine Beings with physical Laws, and also a Divine Being Ash could slay directly with swordsmanship!

The Silver Lamp seemed to have just one effect, silverization, but could achieve purification, hallucination, damage amplification, and more, making it stronger than the Divine Beings like Ci Qingji, Knowledge-Seeker Flame, Wishful Thinking, etc. Moreover, whether it was Ash's illusion or not, the uses of the God of Silver Lamp were very much in line with her combat style when alive.

Now, godslaying was inevitable. If Whitedove and Blue Bird were not both resolved, the two of them would surely embrace again to unleash the emerald storm. Only by causing these deeply grudging Divine Beings against Lord Zhan to fall utterly could the apocalypse finally meet its end.

Slaying Divine Beings with a mortal's body!

By this point, everyone had gone mad, including Tamasi, Mercury Wooden Horse, Vishi, Youlan Weiser, the three gods, and... Ash himself.

For the living, for the dead, for revenge, for adhering to Weiser's will... The available reasons were endless, so much that Ash found it cheerless even in godslaying. He stared intently at Whitedove, like a blood-sucking beast fixated on its prey.

This time, he was just quenching thirst.

But at this moment, Whitedove suddenly bowed slightly to him and said: "Ci Qingji."

Ash paused, then replied: "Ash."

The two exchanged a glance and took up positions. The young Whitedove's robes fluttered in the air as Ci Qingji's power was released to the utmost. In an instant, Ash seemed to hear the cheers of countless people below, but with each rise in cheer, the terror in his heart intensified, for the cheers were not for him but for the assassin about to arrive!

When the young Whitedove struck, the entire world began to shrink, as if time and space were compressing Ash towards the tip of the staff. This was the prestigious Divine Being of Ci Qingji, with no surprise ambush, only arriving as expected!

On Ash's shoulder appeared the Fangyuan Cicada, but this time, the vibration came from square-shaped cicada wings!

Future Kill·Three Second Cicada Transformation!

As the mage and the Divine Being crossed paths, Ash's collarbone was pierced with a circular hole, blood gushing out as he grunted in pain, falling to his knees. The young Whitedove dropped the staff, his body bursting with dozens of wounds, collapsing into a burst of white light leaving only a pristine white dove.

Whitedove gazed up at the shattered world, chirped once, and flew towards the sky crack. But the storm's aftereffects still lingered; each time it climbed higher, it was struck by Crystal Grains. Soon, it was shattered to pieces, leaving only a few feathers drifting down.

The Divine Being Ci Qingji had fallen.

Ash turned around, finding that Blue Bird had unknowingly walked far away. Now the storm no longer shrouded the sky, and the light returned to the Silent Spiral's eighteenth layer. However, the once azure sea had now turned into a Blood Sea, and the sky, once blue, was now riddled with gaping lesions pouring black sludge. Even though the emerald storm had ended, doomsday was set.

Yet Blue Bird hadn't given up. She was now deeply silverized, her entire being seemed composed of brilliance, with five pure, sacred Void Wings extending from her waist. In this filthy, ruined world, she seemed to have become the only light.

Pointing one hand to the sky and one hand to the ground, with a clear, melodious song, countless emerald birds tried to patch up the holes in the sky and fill the cracks in the earth. At a glance, it seemed she was saving this verge-of-extinction world.

Only Ash knew the truly sinister deed she was enacting.

"Oh Blue Bird, who wishes happiness for all," Ash softly murmured, gripping the sweet words and a hidden dagger tightly: "please hear my prayer."

Although the Blue Bird Wishful was a Spirit Faction Divine Being, rendering regular swordsmanship and physical attacks ineffective, Ash also possessed the Spirit Swordsmanship Miracle.

Miracle·Favoritism·"Anger Sword, Sorrow Sword, Love Sword, Joyful Sword."

Typically, casting Favoritism required first converting emotions with the 'Devotion' Technique Spirit, but Ash felt he no longer needed to convert emotions, as the surging dark emotions within him eagerly wished for release.

As his sword heart aligned, the sweet words and a hidden dagger became coated with a thick, murky blackness resembling a writhing black snake Sword Light. Upon release, Ash instantly knew the name of this new miracle:

Favoritism·Hatred Sword.

"Blue Bird, I wish,"

The sword edge pierced through Blue Bird's back and chest, pinning her brutally to the dilapidated stone monument ahead. Blue Bird threw back her head, as if emitting a silent scream, yet the black snake Sword Light coiled swiftly, tightly binding Blue Bird's wings, transforming into black steel chains that viciously locked her body, shackling her like a slave!

"For you to also find happiness."

Ash tightened the black steel chains and walked away; with every step he took, the chains tightened further, and Blue Bird's songs grew longer. When he stood before the little Silver Lamp, Blue Bird was completely torn apart by Hatred Sword, all light vanished, leaving only a delicate Blue Bird.

But this dilapidated, decaying land should have only flocks of crows rising and falling, not an environment the beauty-seeking Blue Bird could tolerate. It glanced around, looking for a place to perch, but all it saw was dark red murk. It let out a mournful cry, its blue feathers falling quickly, and with a gust of wind, dispersed.

The Divine Being Wishful had fallen.

It appeared effortless, and indeed it was. Unlike these two Divine Beings, who were finite in use, the Silver Lamp had Ash's Source Crystal support, with the silver light never ceasing, akin to a pay-to-play player battling free players. What did they have to counter Ash?

Ash squatted before the little Silver Lamp, raising his hand to touch her head but paused in mid-air, asking: "Can I touch it?"

The little Silver Lamp pondered, then stood on tiptoes, pressing her head against Ash's palm.

Ash smiled, gently rubbing her small head, mustered his strength, stood up, and looked towards the sky crack: "But it's not over yet, I must—"

Thud!

With a violent heartbeat, Ash seemed to toggle some switch, and everything changed.

Sound, light, color, airflow... the entire Silent Spiral disassembled and reassembled. Everything he now sensed was entirely unlike the past; countless colors simultaneously deluged all his senses. Did gods really coat the world with this much color?

With a barely audible splash, Ash felt himself plunging into the Deep Sea. The cold seawater stimulated his skin, infiltrating his nostrils, the sour bitterness spreading to his eyeballs and melting his eardrums.

He, like a bubble, swiftly sank down.

The Deep Sea wasn't dark at all; it was bright everywhere. The flowing parts were warm tones, and the still parts were cool tones. But in this vividly colorful Deep Sea, there were also four hues Ash could discern from afar.

Deeper than destruction, darker than conspiracy, warmer than death, more brilliant than joy.

They were The Gods of Four Pillars.

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