Chapter 342

Chapter 342

"Such powerful magic, the magic of the Highest Heaven is rising rapidly..."

In reality, the glue craftsman said, "Is He almost fully awake?"

He has awakened! The single eye that seemed to contain all the colors of the world opened, and for some reason, tears fell.

He stood up, His vitality rising more swiftly than ever before, even the barrier the glue craftsman had rebuilt was damaged in multiple places due to His rising.

The sea of blood boiled, dark red like rain rose from the ground, sweeping back into His body, just as it had been scattered three thousand years ago.

The sound of His heartbeat echoed from His half-exposed chest, the heart did not resemble that of a dead being; its beats shook the entire universe.

Throwing the wandering poet towards the glue craftsman, the Contradictory Twins, who were originally waiting for the black hole's transformation, hurriedly returned. Satellites in low Earth orbit had already been continuously firing at the corpse of the Highest Heaven, but before the shells and lasers could get close, the storm stirred by the corpse's rising and the dense magic radiating from it deflected them, as if they were mere drizzles.

In the divine realm of the Mother of Sourceblood, the Fallen Heaven, who also awoke from the collapsing dream, likewise emitted a powerful surge of magical energy.

Shockwaves swept in all directions, blocked by the shields held by the avatars of the conflicting parties, but the ice that the Bellringing Frost Crow had expanded with great effort was shattered by the shockwave.

The Bloodrot Skeleton struggled free, having suffered severe injuries during the siege, but with His power surging, His wounds healed rapidly, and the greatly diminished blood of decay increased again, surging in the air, emitting a foul stench.

Even under siege, He appeared to be the stronger one.

But the Fallen Heaven still let out an annoyed tsk, seemingly inexplicably displeased.

The Contradictory Twins' avatar observed His performance, while in reality, Lin's projection appeared beside the Contradictory Twins' main body, looking far away at the corpse of the Highest Heaven.

The young god opened his mouth to explain, but his lips moved, and in the end, he only said, "Sorry..."

Regardless of the reasons for his decision to keep the corpse of the Highest Heaven asleep and not interfere with this divine war, it was his duty.

Now that the corpse of the Highest Heaven has awakened, it was a failure on his part.

"So you didn't let the Highest Heaven break free because you couldn't sustain the dream," the Contradictory Twins said calmly, "You must have your own reasons for doing so. Do you think your choice was right now?"

"...I don't know," no matter what, it was a chance to gain a new world! It was hard for Lin not to regret abandoning it, but after a slight pause, his tone relaxed somewhat, "However, Hui Cui supported my decision."

That bullet, which came from nowhere and hit the boy in the dream, was not only to rescue Lin but also to agree with Lin's destruction of the dream to escape.

"If he were in the divine realm of the Fallen Heaven, perhaps he could know some information we cannot obtain..." the Contradictory Twins pondered, but at the same time, He tightened His grip on the longsword.

The standing corpse of the Highest Heaven initiated an attack on the living beings within sight, smashing down a fist towards the Contradictory Twins.

The surging energy arrived before the wind of the punch, striking the white shield entwined with iron-black thorns.

In the next moment, a spear extended from behind the shield, the destructive force tearing through the vast magical field formed by the corpse of the Highest Heaven, rushing towards the heart of the Highest Heaven along with the spear.

It struck!

The Contradictory Twins pushed forward against the descending Highest Heaven, the spear piercing inward, while blood spurted outward.

Destruction means annihilation, synonymous with death. Countless times, the Contradictory Twins relied on this move to put the corpse of the Highest Heaven back to sleep when the Bellringing Frost Crow's guard failed.

Today, He hoped it would be the same, but the blood that splattered over Him, He could feel through the spear that the heart pierced by the spear was still beating.

A bone-chilling sense of danger struck like a hammer hitting an empty helmet, He almost relied on thousands of years of combat intuition to release the spear.

But He was still a step too slow, the blood that splattered over Him instantly turned from scalding to cold, the warm, pungent smell turned into the stench of long-decayed flesh, the lifeless blood dried and clung to the armor, seeping into the crevices along the embossed patterns.

With the fluctuations of magic, rust spread along the patterns.

The white light shining behind the visor of the Contradictory Twins' helmet was simultaneously stained with ominous dark red, let alone the spear He had released, this weapon that could be called a divine artifact, quickly rusted, becoming brittle, breaking and falling from the chest of the Highest Heaven due to a single beat of the corpse's heart.

"Contamination...!"

Farther away, the glue craftsman released the bewildered waking wandering poet, the Indian elder-like deity recalling many past battles with the Highest Heaven, confirmed that the contamination caused by the Highest Heaven in the past was not this strong.

So why did the contamination of the Highest Heaven's magic suddenly increase today? Such strong contamination hardly seemed like the work of the Highest Heaven, but rather—

"The Fallen Heaven!!!"

A woman's angry shout echoed from afar, and it was evident that the entire world had developed clear cracks.

Inside the cracks was a blood-red world, outside was the chaotic reality. Fresh blood, not the blood of decay, continuously flowed from the cracks, breaking through them, forming holes, and finally, like waterfalls of various sizes, crashed onto the barrier created by the glue craftsman.

This was the blood flowing from the divine realm of the Mother of Sourceblood.

The damage to the divine realm of the Mother of Sourceblood had reached a point that could no longer be ignored.

To avoid adding to the burden of the Mother of Sourceblood, the Bellringing Frost Crow had no choice but to withdraw from the divine realm of the Mother of Sourceblood, allowing the Fallen Heaven to seize the opportunity and direct the aftermath of the battle towards where people were hiding.

Even with the Contradictory Twins raising the shield again, this time it still caused significant damage... No, it should be said that because the Contradictory Twins chose to push the Fallen Heaven out of the hole in the divine realm of the Mother of Sourceblood instead of fully protecting the humans behind, there were significant casualties among the humans.

Amidst cries and wails, the worn armor, like a knight, stepped across the hole from the divine realm, returning to reality.

As an avatar of the Contradictory Twins, the pollution emanating from Him was as heavy as His main body, the dark red light tinged with rust flickering behind the visor, as if He would lose His mind and raise the blade against His comrades in the next second.

But His target for the next charge was still the Fallen Heaven, just as His main body drew a new sword and charged towards the Highest Heaven without regard for Himself.

The Fallen Heaven tsked again, displeased.

"Mirror Eye..."

He did not see Him, but this young deity was clearly the key to the Contradictory Twins and other Pillar Gods manifesting before countless people without being affected by the contamination.

"What a pity..."

He said, lamenting the failed trap.

Mirror Pupil was recently frustrated by the difficulty in catching the Fallen Heaven, unaware that the Fallen Heaven was equally vexed by the challenge of capturing Him who resided in hearts, dreams, and mirrors.

Just like now, Mirror Pupil is on this battlefield, but no one can find His trace.

So the opportunity just missed was truly regrettable.

The last time Mirror Pupil dragged Him into a dream, although it unexpectedly allowed Mirror Pupil to touch the Supreme Heaven—just the Supreme Heaven in His heart—He actually gained quite a bit of information.

Perhaps because He had not been awake for long, with most of His life still composed of pre-catastrophe experiences, Mirror Pupil clearly missed the past more than those Pillar Gods whose memories had faded.

He almost recreated the pre-catastrophe era in the dream, and what surprised the Fallen Heaven even more was that "the Supreme Heaven in His heart" also, or rather, even more than Mirror Pupil, yearned for the past.

Thus, the Fallen Heaven suddenly had an idea.

Dreams... For deities, the boundary between dreams and reality has always been blurred.

This universe is a solid, material one, but the Fallen Heaven knows many worlds are merely a dream of the Supreme Deity.

The Supreme Deity only rests briefly, yet it is enough for the world in His dream to evolve from simplicity to prosperity, and then from prosperity to ruin, cycling countless times.

If so, surely it's possible to reconstruct this universe as a dream world!

He had drifted in the void for so long, finally finding a host to parasitize, and what He sought was not this crude universe with a radius of 0.0000042 light-years.

What He wanted was a complete and powerful universe!

It was really unexpected that at that time, the Supreme Heaven chose to fight to the death... Well, never mind.

The Fallen Heaven let Himself be slammed away by the contradictory twin avatars, the dark red skulls scattering into blood droplets.

Of course, He wasn't killed; how could an avatar harm Him? He was just using the force of the contradictory twins to save Himself the trouble of traveling. See, though the contradictory twins' main body and avatars tried to separate the Supreme Heaven and Him onto different battlefields, they couldn't stop Him.

The corpse of the Supreme Heaven broke free from the crystalline ice block that was freezing it.

The scattered Fallen Heaven rushed toward Him, cutting through the cold wind and hasty illusions.

To maintain the Pillar Gods' sanity, you don't have time to attack me, the Fallen Heaven sneered inwardly at Mirror Pupil, who was creating the illusions, merging into the blood flowing within the corpse of the Supreme Heaven.

Thus, the half-flesh-covered corpse of the Supreme Heaven began to regenerate, with the face being the first to recover. The damaged lips became whole again, one side still slow to express much, while the other curled up exaggeratedly.

With His right eye and temporal bone still white bones, He mocked the Pillar Gods, who paused in their movements.

"I must thank you!" He said, "Especially you, Mirror Pupil!"

In the divine realm of the Mother of Sourceblood, Bai Li, Tadansa, Luo Qiao, Short Tail, and Foming looked up at the mention of that name, or directly climbed over the cracks in the divine realm to enter the real battlefield.

And the people of Pearl Town, along with Lanphui, Luo An, and Little Black Spot, focused their attention as well.

"I must thank you!" the Fallen Heaven said, "If you hadn't shattered that dream, He wouldn't have been so shocked, 'reviving' to this extent!"

So what if He escaped another trap? Being higher than these Pillar Gods, He had the power to make any choice they made lead to their downfall.

In fact, if Mirror Pupil hadn't suddenly appeared, He didn't believe the Six Pillar Gods could have persisted in the pollution forever.

If the Black Sun hadn't suddenly given itself away, leading to a complete shift in the situation, He didn't believe Mirror Pupil could have survived long after using her divine realm to contain the countless fragments of the Nameless One.

How did things come to the point where He had to engage in direct combat? Forget it, no need to delve deeper.

Regardless, He still held the upper hand.

The corpse of the Supreme Heaven, half lifelike and half skeletal, had fully regrown its flesh after several fluctuations of magic.

The Fallen Heaven, fused with the Supreme Heaven, laughed loudly, watching the Pillar Gods launch numerous attacks, none of which could penetrate the magic surrounding the Supreme Heaven.

"The past is past, now that 'I' have revived, you insects whose power comes from me cannot harm me!"

Saying this, He swung His fist, not at the Pillar Gods fighting Him, but at the Mother of Sourceblood, who was far away, mending her divine realm and not participating in the battle.

People in the divine realm screamed until a large shield protected them.

The scream subsided for a moment, and the next moment, the entire shield shattered.

It was just an ordinary-looking punch, yet the Contradictory Twins, holding the shield, were sent flying backward.

"Lord?!"

Countless followers of the Contradictory Twins cried out in unison.

There were also Contradictory Twin practitioners, like Bai Li, trying to climb over the cracks in the divine realm to reach the real world, but they were too late. The Fallen Heaven, fused with the Supreme Heaven, flew up and raised His fist again, aiming for the Contradictory Twins.

This punch couldn't miss.

But it did.

Surprised, the Fallen Heaven followed the direction that deflected His force and saw a man in a white coat appearing as a projection.

"Finally caught up," the unstable golden hammer straightened His illusory sleeves, His posture more infuriating than the mocking Fallen Heaven from earlier.

Following that, the God of Elements pointed forward and shouted, "Charge! Dragon!"

Without his command, a black hole much larger than the initial one had already emerged between Fallen Heaven and the Paradox Twins.