Chapter 1383: Chapter 531: Heavenly Tao Pillar

It seems that before the final battle arrives, Lan Qixiong cannot possibly advance anymore.

Ye Hanjun understood this and gazed thoughtfully at Huazhu and Aegifura.

One witch, one in prison, both progressing in the refinement of their divinity at about two or three tenths.

Their path to divine enthronement is right before them.

However, considering the speed at which the Heavenly Dao is collapsing, time is still lacking...

Pondering, Ye Hanjun frowned, suddenly glancing at the sky.

Through the flashes of lightning and thunder, at the end of the firmament, a twisted black aura seemed to be rapidly forming.

At every moment, it was absorbing the essence of sun and moon.

The natural spirit born from the vegetation and mountains no longer merged into heaven and earth, but was being drawn out bit by bit until it dissipated into nothingness.

Thus, with every breath, a region in the all heavens and myriad worlds would change from vibrant and thriving to desolate and shattered.

"The duel... is coming!"

GuaGua puffed up his cheeks, worried:

"If we can’t block the final onslaught from the Big Eyeball, will everything we have vanish into smoke?"

Ye Hanjun grabbed the little guy’s cheeks, squeezing and rubbing:

"I have one more method left unused."

"If it’s to the death, how could we not send Calamity a big gift?"

GuaGua pretended to put Ye Hanjun’s entire head into his mouth, humming:

"That Big Tadpole’s method doesn’t sound reliable."

"I also feel it’s unreliable, but we have no choice but to try."

Ye Hanjun avoided GuaGua’s saliva attack, slowly standing up, with a subtle divine fluctuation sweeping the scene from weak to strong:

"Go notify everyone, enter the refuge, prepare for prayers."

"Sword Thunder Child is about to ascend to a new realm, the scales of fate begin to sway."

...

BOOM!!

Like a beast stomping the ground, the desolation shattered, and the mind trembled.

A purple-golden lightning struck the Long Night Corridor, like a sky-slicing guillotine, containing infinite charm.

In an instant, Ye Hanjun’s eyes burst open, divine light shooting to the heavens.

CRACK!

A sound of ice cracking, followed by countless echoes.

The clouds above scattered unnoticed, and a massive, somewhat bloated icy mist collapsed from outside in.

The Moon God, focusing intently, immediately felt the cold.

He cultivates the Moon Yin Power, a law that is icy and accompanies light.

But this cold pierces the soul, like countless sharp daggers repeatedly slicing through skin and flesh, finally penetrating deep into the bone and blood.

Even He hesitates; how could other deities withstand?

The Moon God turned back, seeing the upper half of the Titan Giant God covered in a thin layer of frost.

His vigorous blood energy was shivering.

The Eighteen-Winged Divine Codex Angel, Green Vine Immortal, God of Wildmen... are in worse states!

Even the Hundred-Refined Phoenix Queen, who cultivates the flame law, had to ignite her entire Phoenix Divine Fire to resist the cold’s invasion.

"God above God, truly an existence of another dimension!"

The Ginseng Marshal warmed himself by the Phoenix fire, shivering and complaining:

"Ancient old fellows, truly too perverse!"

"Able to break rules in later generations, forcibly surpassing; Goddess Ba and Diyan... are even more perverse within perverse!"

"Alright, say less."

The Master of the Stars scattered the gathered starlight.

Thus, in the darkness, it was like lighting up several lanterns, not very bright but rather warm, inexplicably refreshing spirits, and slightly relaxing tense emotions.

"This battle, our main task is to shelter beings below god level as much as possible, reducing their meaningless deaths."

"If finally there’s no hope visible, then burn your lifespan, scratching boiling water with fingers—this death is easier than falling or being slaughtered wantonly."

The Spicy Demon Emperor, Titan Giant God, Hundred-Refined Phoenix Queen, Green Vine Immortal... formed a circle, nodding solemnly.

SWISH!!

A streak of purple light, mixed with a streak of gold and blue light, darted into the palm.

Ye Hanjun moved with heart, gripping a new sword hilt, feeling icy cold, finally having some metallic weapon feel.

But looking closely, the sword remained cross-shaped, only with one side of the blade attached with purple-golden arcs of electricity, another side with frost, one domineering, one chilling, yet equally piercing.

"Talent Identification."

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[Race Name]: Ice Soul Sword Thunder God

[Chaos Seal]: "Origin" (holding dual primordial divine status)

[Main Study]: Mountain and Seas Tao/Natural Tao/Magic Tao/Energy Tao/Sharing Tao/Supply Tao/Auxiliary Tao

[Rank]: The Fetus of God Sealing

[Chaos Spirit Pattern]: Upper Divine Skill "Lightning · Sword Immortal", Upper Divine Skill "Ice · Sword God", Primordial Spirit Divine Mystery "Mountain and Sea Spirit", Primordial Spirit Divine Mystery "Master of Elements", Primordial Spirit Divine Mystery "Thunder Supreme Venerate", Primordial Spirit Divine Mystery "Ice Supreme Venerate", Primordial Spirit Divine Mystery "Freedom Mimicry"

[Core Personality]: "Dependence"

[Current Status]: Heavenly Tao Embryo/Heavenly Gifted Mark (fully activated)/Primordial Divine Status (exclusive/two pieces)...

[Contractual Relationship]: Very stable

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"Ice Soul Sword Thunder God..."

"Double Upper God, Five Divine Mysteries..."

Ye Hanjun was astonished.

Sword Thunder Child was born from the Heavenly Punishment Sovereign, now inheriting His Frost Law, evolving once again, with law fittingly presenting differently.

He still follows the form of the sword, based on this soldier-like shell, wielding immense elemental laws.

"Double Crown, two Heavenly Venerates!"

GuaGua clenched his fist, cheering excitedly.

Little Sword Sword grew up under his watch, now achieving Great Completion in the Primordial Path, certainly his credit!

CLANG CLANG CLANG!!

Sword Thunder Child’s heart surged, a purple-golden lightning, a sky-blue icy mist, both arm-thick, nurtured from the sword hilt.

They spiraled around the sword body, finally converged at the sword tip, the collision sound resonating with the soul.