Chapter 633 - 626: The Valor and Keenness of Past and Present
BOOM!
In the high heavens, which had been dominated by the "Scorching Sun," a band of light suddenly appeared. It flowed like a ribbon, unfolded like a painted scroll, and surged like a great tide. Countless figures and scenes drifted and shifted within it as an incredibly strong will and power stretched across the sky.
It was a tide formed from the collective, fervent will of countless righteous heroes throughout history. For Truth, loyalty, ideals, and their aspirations, they had shed their blood and laid down their lives, making the ultimate sacrifice in their darkest hours.
Though not vast, this tide was incomparably tenacious and sharp. It held the power to reshape the world, to break through the gloom, and to welcome the light of hope.
Brave! Valiant! Magnanimous! Unyielding! Mighty! Heroic!
These immense spiritual characteristics, this culmination of the finest spirits from countless lives over thousands of years—not even the power of an Ancient True King could completely conceal and suppress such a force.
For this power was humanity’s deepest "root."
This was the valor of ages!
"What is this?"
Feeling the immense tide in the sky and seeing the nauseating expression on the ant’s face before him, a muscle in Rainbow’s cheek twitched.
Because he could truly feel the tide’s effect on him.
The light radiating from the tide encroached upon and blocked the radiance of the floating "Scorching Sun." This temporarily suppressed the sun’s terrifying, corrupting properties. As a result, the "influence" he had exerted upon the city was greatly diminished.
His tyranny, conquest, and dominion were shaken.
Throughout the city, the ordinary people cowering in their homes—trembling, not daring to resist the atrocities outside—looked up with dazed expressions. The searing Scorching Sun in their minds seemed to weaken. Their human dignity, their yearning for freedom, equality, and dreams, their awareness as members of a new era—it all seemed to return to their hearts.
’How did it come to this? How did things end up this way...’
Figure after figure emerged from their rooms or watched from windows and rooftops, gazing up at the sky. They saw the unfolding tide and the countless distinct figures taking shape within it.
Meanwhile, the soldiers of the Shanghai Prefecture army, who had been the most severely corrupted by the "Scorching Sun," also halted their patrols and atrocities. They stared blankly at their own hands, then up at the Scorching Sun in the sky.
’We shouldn’t be like this.’
’And humanity shouldn’t be like this, either.’
Tyranny and domination were receding; freedom and wisdom were reawakening.
Then, amidst the constantly overlapping figures, the scene within the tide suddenly froze. It settled on a single image that entered the eyes of everyone below.
It was the image of Dong Wanming atop a towering skyscraper, his spine ramrod straight, his eyes resolute, his figure radiating impassioned defiance.
And opposite him stood Rainbow, his form exuding boundless pressure—the perfect embodiment of tyranny and power.
Everyone was stunned.
’Someone is actually challenging that invincible Tyrant?’
"You bastard!"
"It seems I underestimated you!"
Rainbow’s mocking expression darkened completely. His imperceptible form erupted with a terrifying pressure and power that spread like wildfire.
VMMMM!
The Crown of the Blazing Sun materialized on his head as the Fiery Sun Robe draped over his body. In his furious rage, his form underwent a terrifying transformation, twisting into a horrifying half-man, half-dragon creature.
Lieyang Celestial Monarch!
His terrifying form slowly floated into the air, looking down upon the earth and all the creatures upon it.
As this image reached the eyes of everyone in the city, that innate fear and panic threatened to return to their hearts.
"I loathe that expression on your face. You may be just an ant, but I will use the most gruesome means to rip you to shreds!"
"Is that so? That only means you feel fear," Dong Wanming said calmly, a smile on his face.
VMMMM!
His body, from the inside out, began to turn translucent. Under the pressure of his own will, every cell and every ounce of his power were being frantically refined and extracted, causing countless cells to fade to a transparent color, on the verge of annihilation.
Amidst this frantic extraction, with his spirit soaring to unprecedented heights, everything he was dissolved and fused under the immense pressure, coalescing into one. A power similar in nature to Divine Soul Power appeared within his body.
However, this power did not stem from a simple breakthrough, but from his very life force.
This was a Secret Technique that Dong Wanming, having reached the Saint Awakening Realm, had modified from his own Mystical Technique—a skill designed to unleash everything he was in a single, explosive instant.
Holy Heart: Eternal Moment.
Some people are like comets, like a flash of light, passing through time and the world but for a moment. And yet, that light dazzles all who witness it, remaining eternally in their hearts.
Just as with life itself, some journeys are incredibly brief, yet their breadth is immeasurable.
"Laughable! Laughable! Laughable!"
"Even if you burn yourself to nothing, you are still just an ant!"
"Death is your only fate!"
Rainbow roared and thrust his hand upward, about to release the imperceptible Seed of the Fierce Sun.
’Everyone, please lend me your strength,’ Dong Wanming murmured in his heart.
As if in response, the scroll-like tide in the sky suddenly condensed, transforming into a sharp longsword that shot toward the "Scorching Sun."
BOOM!
Upon collision with the potent, accumulated will of ages, the will of the masses was instantly ignited and reversed. The Scorching Sun, which depended on the collective will to exist, abruptly shattered!
It was like the dawn of creation!
At the instant the Scorching Sun shattered, Rainbow, who was deeply connected to it on a spiritual level, fell into a momentary trance.
The tide, and the countless spirits within it, had created a fleeting opportunity for Dong Wanming.
And that was all he needed.
In that instant, he moved.
His translucent body became a streak of light in the night sky.
It tore across the long sky, piercing the darkness.
This image was etched into the eyes of every living being in the city, forever seared into the depths of their memory.
A fleeting moment of brilliance, yet also an eternity.
SWOOSH!
A short sword had appeared in Dong Wanming’s hand at some point. All of his power was focused into it. Propelled by the inertia of his body’s terrifying speed, he instantly appeared before Rainbow and thrust the sword toward the center of Rainbow’s brow.
After that brief mental lapse, Rainbow’s spirit returned to normal. By then, however, the dagger, wreathed in immense power, had already broken through the lax defenses of his unconscious state and was poised before his brow.