Light Fortress

The towering wall of source stands tall, the vast sea domain is dim and lightless.

The spreading speed of the Dead Sea is fast.

The entire Central Continent is now shrouded in gloom, countless extraordinary creatures are soaking in the Spirit Sea Domain known as the "Dead Sea."

In this sea domain.

There is only one master.

Soaked in the gloom of the Dead Sea, as if submerged under tens of thousands of miles of Deep Sea, the deepest part of the spirit sea domain has no light, chaotic codes float in the clouds at Skytop of Central Continent, a scene where the spiritual will is embodied in the real world... In this dark sea domain, only a small area is emitting faint radiance.

That is the top of the Source Tower, the end point of the Divine War.

This gleam... comes from the Light Fire.

A piece of Immaculate Land less than a hundred meters in circumference struggles to stand in the Dead Sea, as one of the highest seats, Meng Xizhou is the only one in the whole sea domain with "excess strength" to resist the Deep Sea.

However, the divine war with Qinglong consumed a lot of her divine power.

This Land of Light is being slowly eroded by the Dead Sea.

The state of the traveller is worse than Meng Xizhou, during the previous divine war he almost served as the "vanguard" throughout, the Origin Power of the fire he painstakingly refined almost got defeated by the sky fire, now he struggles to reach the center of the Land of Light, where two blocks of solid ice lie, his expression uncertain.

Good news, there are still two Divine Thrones here.

The bad news is... the state of these two Divine Thrones is worse than himself.

Lin Lei and Bai Shu are sealed in solid ice, battling Qinglong for five years, these two divine thrones nearly burned out everything to buy time for the outside world, ultimately resorting to a "mutual destruction" tactic, this layer of ice wraps their last vitality, the melting of the ice equals the melting of life.

They know that if defeated, the fire will certainly be taken away by Qinglong.

Thus...

This Da Han Origin is the final "last stand."

If the alliance of the Three Continents can win, there will naturally be enough time to wait for the ice and snow to melt before taking out the fire.

"Dead Sea... is this the monster you created?"

The traveller’s voice is hoarse, with a mocking tone: "Linking over a billion extraordinary creatures, creating a super spirit sea domain, such a thing without rules constraints, it only takes one thought to kill all the linkers."

"Don’t forget, your entire tribe is also on the list of linkers."

Gu Xiaoman coldly retorts: "With the nature of the Deep Sea, if it wants to conduct great destruction, the first to die are those beyond the borders."

"..."

The traveller fell silent.

He doesn’t care about those low-order sacrificial ones, those extraordinary creatures without spiritual wisdom, their presence in the traveller tribe is like the role of secret silver bombs in the human world for strategic reserve, the upper echelons only care if the power of a fired bomb is sufficient and do not lament the bomb’s destruction.

But he knows Gu Xiaoman is right.

Even those most valued high-order transcendents and core tribesmen with advanced wisdom are on the link list!

Standing in the light, Bai Xiu takes a deep breath, silently raises his bow, and prepares to shoot again.

"Bai Xiu, don’t waste your strength..."

Meng Xizhou’s weak voice echoes in his ear: "At the moment the Dead Sea entraps us, at least tens of millions of people’s spiritual will is condensed... Even if you burn out your life, you cannot kill these millions."

Moreover.

A million die, another million stand.

Even without Meng Xizhou’s reminder, Bai Xiu would not actually draw the bow, because within the vision of [Achilles’ Heel], he sees thousands of weak points, the densely packed Dead Sea, each point a perfect place for attack, perhaps he can destroy thousands upon thousands of soul will with one shot.

But it’s meaningless.

𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Because there are too many, far too many.

No matter how his life burns, it cannot penetrate this Dead Sea.

Meng Xizhou coughs heavily, telling a not-so-funny joke: "The only consolation is... Qinglong suffered backlash first, from the outcome, it seems the divine war was our victory."

Yet no one laughs.

Not even the traveller, who completed the soul contract, laughs.

"Deep Sea wants to ’consume’ everyone."

The traveller stands before the solid ice, expressionless: "I don’t want to die here, you don’t wish to either, right?"

He has always been eyeing Bai Shu Lin Lei.

Previously when Gu Changzhi’s remnant soul fiercely battled Qinglong, he saw clearly that Da Han Origin’s force was penetrated, these two fires’ power was added to Gu Changzhi.

Now he wants to replicate this scene—

Just unsure how to proceed.

"You should spare your strength too."

Meng Xizhou lowers her eyelids, if now they were outside, she would be a thousand careful and ten thousand vigilant.

After fulfilling the soul oath, the traveller’s actions are no longer bound by fate.

In other words.

This divine throne of the Old World may very well become humanity’s new enemy.

But now...

Trapped in the Dead Sea, the traveller’s remaining strength is weaker than hers, everyone is on the same line, if she dies, the traveller must die too.

"If these two pieces of solid ice can be easily dissolved... Then Qinglong would have done it long ago."

Meng Xizhou said: "Your current power, compared to the peak Qinglong, how is it?"