eurekapd Chapter 70 The Great Monarch of Annihilation? Is that all?
Chapter 70 The Great Monarch of Annihilation? Is that all?
Qingque had just finished inspecting the foundation of the Yecheng Formation and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she heard a rustling sound behind her.
She turned around warily, and what came into view was the girl with excessively burning eyes who called herself "Breeding Blue Kites".
The other party had somehow broken free from the white-haired version of Qingyuan's restraints and was now pressing his hands together in front of his chest.
His blue eyes seemed to be filled with twinkling stars as he gazed at her with an almost devout expression of expectation.
"Miss Qingque," the voice of the brooding kite was as gentle as a spring breeze brushing against willow branches, yet it sent a chill down Qingque's spine.
Would you...be my best friend? We can share joy, secrets, and the best things in life together—
Before she could finish speaking, Qingque suddenly felt a heat on her ear—the other person had somehow gotten very close, and their warm breath was almost blowing on her earlobe!
"Get away from me!"
Like a startled sparrow, Qingque leaped backward, forcefully slapping away the arms that were trying to embrace her.
She quickly took three steps back, assuming a defensive stance, although to onlookers it looked more like a bluff (the excited stance of a thug):
I'm warning you!
If you keep touching me and talking nonsense like this, I... I'm really going to call the Cloud Cavalry over!
Harassing a Taliban employee is enough to get you locked up for ten days to two weeks!
The brooding kite was stunned by her series of reactions, and then a look of grievance and resentment appeared on her face.
Those eyes, exactly like Qingque's, instantly welled up with tears: "Why are you like this... I just genuinely wanted to be friends with you."
Look, we look so alike, maybe it's fate...
"Who wants to associate with a weirdo like you!" Qingque hugged the array base detector tightly, like a shield. "I'm warning you, stay away from me!"
After saying that, she practically fled, hurrying towards the gate, turning back three times to make sure that the "passionate version of Qingyuan" hadn't caught up with her.
The breeding kite stood there, watching the blue sparrow's departing figure, pouting and muttering to itself, "Seriously... the main body's plan was a 'gentle and friendly invitation,' so how did it turn into 'scaring the target away' when I did it?"
She scratched her head in distress, and a single stray hair swayed in the air.
Meanwhile, deep within the Scaled Abyss Realm.
The roots of the towering Jianmu tree intertwine and radiate an ancient and magnificent life force.
On this land, which has been imbued with the power of abundance for thousands of years, the immortal blue kite with white hair stands quietly on a protruding, gnarled root, its clothes fluttering without wind.
Her gaze pierced through layers of branches and spiritual light, precisely locking onto the consciousness taking shape at the core of the Jianmu tree—the Great Lord of Annihilation, Huanlong.
That dark purple destructive energy was greedily absorbing the abundant power of the Jianmu tree, like the most skilled craftsman forging a "divine body" capable of bearing the great power of the Star God's command.
With each pulsation of the lifeline, the outline of the divine body becomes clearer, and the oppressive aura emanating from it intensifies.
"Utterly foolish."
The Immortal Azure Kite's lips moved slightly, uttering four words.
In her eyes, Huanlong's behavior at this moment was no different from showing off one's skills in front of Guan Yu.
If it weren't for concerns that excessive intervention would disrupt certain "established trajectories" and derail the growth trajectory of the key figures on the Star Train.
She could directly set up a grand formation, manipulating the immense life force of the Jianmu tree in reverse, stripping and imprisoning Huanlong's consciousness from its very source.
She even stood there without any attempt to conceal herself, less than a hundred feet away from the core area where Huanlong was condensing his divine body, for a full half hour.
Huanlong, the Great Lord of Annihilation who struck fear into the hearts of countless worlds, was completely unaware of her presence.
Qingyuan shook her head slightly, and the imaginary energy beneath her flowed and condensed into a lotus throne with a diameter of about ten feet and petals as white as jade.
She gracefully turned to her side, lay down on it, propped her chin with one hand, and actually closed her eyes to rest.
"The Great Lord of Annihilation is even more... pathetic than I imagined?"
She asked herself this question, then another possibility occurred to her: "Or perhaps, when writing the character's backstory, I made myself too powerful?"
This thought left her both amused and exasperated.
As a transmigrator who knows the "script," she has a vague understanding of the potential contained in her body and soul, but that understanding mostly comes from the textual descriptions in the "setting document."
Only now, witnessing firsthand the fact that a formidable enemy—one that required the combined efforts of the main characters and the Immortal Boat General to barely defeat in the story—was completely oblivious to her presence, as if she were blind, did she truly grasp the weight of that "setting."
About half an hour later, something unexpected happened!
At the core of the Jianmu tree, the dark purple divine body, which had already begun to take on a human form and was tens of feet tall, suddenly opened its eyes.
The god's right hand spread its five fingers, carrying a purplish-black energy capable of annihilating all things, transforming into a giant hand that covered half the sky, and slammed down fiercely towards Qingyuan on the lotus throne!
Only at this moment did Huanlong "finally" discover this uninvited guest.
In fact, she had sensed it a quarter of an hour earlier, but since the divine body was not yet complete, she dared not act rashly and could only pretend not to know, secretly accelerating the condensation process.
Now that her divine body is newly formed and full of power, she naturally wants to eliminate this potential variable.
Faced with a blow powerful enough to pulverize mountains, Qingyuan on the lotus didn't even open her eyes.
She simply raised her right hand casually, extended a slender, pale finger, and gently touched the direction from which the giant hand was coming.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no roaring energy collision.
There is only one deeper, more fundamental form of "erasure".
The power of an illusory destiny flowed silently from her fingertips.
That was not an attack, but a "negation," a negation of "existence" itself.
The moment the purplish-black, colossal hand of destruction touched that force of destiny, everything turned into primordial nothingness.
The entire process was silent, yet it carried a chilling absoluteness.
In the blink of an eye, the terrifying giant hand vanished completely, as if it had never existed.
Qingyuan remained lying on the lotus, her eyes closed, as if she had merely brushed away a fallen leaf.
At the core of the Jianmu tree, the illusory divine body suddenly trembled.
She looked down at the severed end of her right arm, which had already disappeared. Even the abundant power continuously supplied by the Jianmu tree could not stop the strange and persistent "collapse" at the break point.
That is not a wound, but a kind of fading of existence, like pen marks erased by an eraser.
For the first time, her gaze truly focused on the white-haired girl, and an emotion called "fear" appeared in her eyes.
"Nothingness..." Huanlong's consciousness fluctuated violently.
She finally understood why she couldn't detect the other person before—it wasn't that the other person was hiding very well, but that their way of existence was close to "nothingness," so naturally it was difficult for "something" to perceive them.
What's even more troublesome is that the power used by the opponent is "nothingness," which can even erode and deny the abundant power of Jianmu!
This means that if that finger hadn't been aimed at the giant hand, but rather at the core of her consciousness... Huanlong dared not think any further.
The Destruction Order made her unafraid of death, but before she died, she still wanted to carry out her path of destruction.
The purple divine body roared to the sky, and its remaining left hand once again gathered even denser and more violent destructive energy.
At the same time, the branches and leaves of the Jianmu tree moved without wind. The two forces intertwined and transformed into torrents of blazing gold and dark yellow energy that tore through space, crashing towards the white lotus from all directions!
This time, Qingyuan finally reacted.
The white lotus petals beneath her slowly closed, like flower buds about to bloom, gently enveloping her.
No matter how the torrent of energy, intertwined with destruction and abundance, crashed, tore, and exploded, the white lotus remained unmoved.
It completely isolated, absorbed, and neutralized all attacks without even causing a ripple.
Huanlong's attack only stopped when the abundant power transmitted by Jianmu was briefly hindered.
The white lotus remained perfectly intact, without even shifting its position.
Inside the lotus, Qingyuan even changed to a more comfortable position and continued her "closed-eye meditation".
Just as Huanlong's offensive subsided and he was filled with doubt and uncertainty, several distinct auras of varying strengths emanated from the direction of the entrance to Linyuan Realm.
The crew of the Starry Sky Train, led by General Jing Yuan, finally arrived.
"There it is!" March 7th, with its sharp eyes, spotted the conspicuous dark purple divine body in front of the Jianmu tree, and the incongruous white lotus flower in front of the divine body.
She immediately pointed at Huanlong and shouted, "That wicked thing is right there! And... Qingyuan?"
Her tone was full of confusion, because the lotus flower's scent clearly belonged to Qing Yuan, but its appearance and feel were quite different from the usually carefree Qing Yuan.
Almost simultaneously with the announcement on March 7th, another anomaly occurred.
From the direction of Taibusi, several streaks of light of different colors streaked across the sky and shot towards them—these were the other Azure Kite incarnations that had been scattered in various places.
Abundant Blue Kite, Propagation Blue Kite, Memory Blue Kite... the moment they approached the white lotus, they all transformed into strands of light, silently merging into the lotus.
A look of understanding and seriousness flashed in Jing Yuan's golden eyes.
He strode forward, blocking the train crew, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, please be careful."
He turned his head to look at Dan Heng, who had a cold expression beside him, and said, "Dan Heng, I'm entrusting my back to you."
Danheng responded briefly and firmly: "I understand."
March 7th, however, did not notice the general's arrangements. She glared angrily at the white lotus and stomped her foot: "Qingyuan! This is the Great Lord of Annihilation!"
"I could forgive you for running away before, but now that we're all here, you're still pretending to be asleep in that flower? Are you going to make a move or not?!"
From within the lotus, came Qingyuan's lazy, sleepy voice, completely different from the ethereal and majestic voice of the previous white-haired version: "Oh dear, Little March, don't be in such a hurry... If it were 'Burning Wind' coming, I would definitely clear the obstacles for you without saying a word."
Unfortunately, it was only 'Illusory' that came...
Her words carried an infuriating casualness, as if the person opposite her was a toy she could manipulate at will.
The illusory divine body before the Jianmu tree paused slightly, its eyes suddenly turning towards the white lotus, its apprehension deepening.
"Foaming wind?" Huanlong's consciousness churned violently.
As a fellow ruler of the Extinction Realm, she knew all too well how terrifying that colleague was.
This mysterious girl dares to claim she can deal with the Burning Wind? Is it just bluff, or...?
Recalling the casual flick of her finger and the absolutely defensive white lotus, she vaguely felt that the other party might actually be able to compete with Fenfeng.
In fact, such a scene did exist in Qingyuan's original setting:
While she was distracted by manipulating the three illusory "divine lords" to protect the three main immortal ships, she also unleashed the power of the "Nine-Tailed" (Radiant Azure).
They fought fiercely against the Burning Wind in the starry sky, almost causing the Great Lord of Annihilation to perish.
Of course, these are just "settings".
Qingyuan has never actually tried it, nor does she intend to try it lightly.
After all, in her opinion, she hasn't even called herself a "Star God" yet, so this level of skill isn't too much in the context of fanfiction, right?
The battle soon broke out.
Although Huanlong lost an arm to Qingyuan and suffered a mental setback, the power of the Great Lord of Annihilation should not be underestimated.
The purple divine body danced with the branches of the Jianmu tree, stirring up a frenzy of abundance and destruction, and fought against the golden divine lord summoned by Jingyuan, the chilling water dragon of Danheng, the starlight that opened up the path of destiny, and the icy arrows of March 7.
In an instant, energy surged within Lin Yuan, light flashed wildly, and booming sounds echoed continuously.
However, even though Huanlong was injured, the "plot" that Qingyuan had foreseen still happened.
In the midst of the fierce battle, Huanlong seized upon a barely perceptible oversight in the team's coordination.
Her crimson divine body made a grasping motion with both hands, and the spiritual light of the Jianmu tree surged, instantly condensing into two enormous lotus flowers with flames of destruction burning on the edges of their petals. One above the other, they tightly enveloped Jing Yuan!
"In the next play," Huanlong's voice resonated through the trembling divine body, carrying the fanaticism and cruelty unique to a path of destruction, "
I will turn you all into pawns of destruction! Let the power of destruction corrode your flesh and twist your will.
"We will mold you into pawns to be offered to Lord Nanuk!"
The crimson divine body raised its single arm high, and destructive flames gathered wildly: "It's decided... let's start with you, you arrogant, overbearing Immortal Ship General!"
The giant hand, imbued with the power of destruction, slammed down on the lotus of destruction that was trapping Jing Yuan!
At this critical moment—
"bite."
A clear, melodious sound, like the gentle tapping of a jade chime, echoed across the battlefield ravaged by energy.
Time seemed to be stretched out and frozen at this moment.
The giant hand that Huanlong slammed down was gently stopped by a slender, jade-white finger when it was only three feet away from the Lotus of Destruction.
The owner of the finger was none other than the white-haired girl who had appeared beside Jing Yuan at some unknown time—the Immortal Azure Kite.
She maintained her languid posture with one hand supporting her chin, but with her other hand, she used only her index finger to block the destructive blow that could shatter stars.
The giant hand of the illusory divine body could no longer descend even an inch, and was even shaken backward by the overwhelming force transmitted from her fingers.
The white-haired Qingyuan slowly stood up, took light steps, and walked to the side of the trapped Jingyuan.
She gently placed one hand on the outer wall of the lotus, and pure white light flowed out, quickly extinguishing the destructive flames, and the lotus petals dissipated one by one.
His other hand was placed on Jing Yuan's back, and various destinies' powers surged in, quickly soothing the shock and hidden injuries caused by the previous fierce battle and destruction within his body.
While treating the demonic body, it should also add about 150 years to my lifespan.
"General," she said, her voice ethereal and calm, "I need to borrow your divine power for a moment."
Despite being in a dangerous situation, Jing Yuan maintained the composure of a Shence General.
He took a deep look at Qingyuan, whose temperament was completely different from usual, and was about to say something when he was suddenly shocked by the scene in front of him, his pupils shrinking sharply.
Qingyuan extended her left hand and gestured. A golden spirit bird appeared and flew towards Huanlong.
The phantom of the spirit bird began to transform during its flight—the spirit bird gradually transformed into a divine lord, and its body was covered with a layer of flowing, colorful light.
Huanlong recovered from her brief shock, and the destructive rage and sense of crisis made her make a decision in an instant.
The crimson divine body unleashed its full power, frantically drawing upon the abundant power of the Jianmu tree, transforming it into a destructive pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth, crashing headlong towards Qingyuan, Jingyuan, and the Flowing Color Divine Lord!
This embodies all the destructive power she can currently wield, as well as the abundant power of the Jianmu tree.
Its power was so great that it could evaporate half of the Scale Abyss Realm in an instant!
However, faced with this earth-shattering attack, the white-haired Qingyuan merely raised her eyes slightly and glanced at the Flowing Colors God.
The deity moved.
There was no earth-shattering display, no elaborate or complicated movements. It simply raised its weapon and gently pushed forward.
The menacing beam of destructive light vanished the instant it touched the iridescent radiance.
The flowing river of colorful light continued its momentum, gently slapping against the ethereal, dark purple divine body.
"Click—"
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
The divine body, which blotted out the sky, was like a glass sculpture struck by a heavy hammer, its surface instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
The next moment, under Huanlong's incredulous "gaze," the entire divine body collapsed, turning into countless scattered dark purple light spots and withered Jianmu wood fragments.
With a single blow, the divine body perished.
However, the consciousness of the Great Lord of Annihilation did not dissipate.
Deep within the Jianmu tree, the power of abundance surged once more. The scattered points of light and debris, like a film playing in reverse, rewound and reassembled, and a new, slightly smaller, dark purple divine body began to coalesce once more.
Huanlong's consciousness emitted a sharp mental scream, filled with anger and humiliation.
She could sense that the opponent's attack had not truly damaged her core consciousness; it was more like... toying with her!
"Is that all... boring?"
The white-haired Qingyuan seemed somewhat impatient with Huanlong's "slow" rebirth speed.
She raised her right hand, and instantly, a huge pink magic circle covering almost half of the Lin Yuan Realm appeared out of thin air, centered on her!
The array patterns are intricate and precise, exuding an aura that is of the same origin as the Taibu Siqiong Guan Array, but even more profound.
The moment the magic circle was formed, Jianmu seemed to come alive, no longer affected by the illusionary consciousness, and instead began to obey Qingyuan's will.
The immense power of abundance surged wildly towards the location of the illusory consciousness like a burst dam!
The speed at which Huanlong's new divine body condensed suddenly increased a thousandfold!
It took shape almost instantly.
But this is not a blessing.
Because at the moment of its formation, the radiance of the Flowing Colors God arrived.
The newly formed divine body collapsed once again.
The power of the Jianmu tree was poured in again, and the divine body was reborn in an instant, only to be destroyed by the God-King once more.
Birth, death. Birth, death. Birth, death...
Under Qingyuan's precise control, Jianmu and Shenjun formed a cruel yet efficient cycle.
Huanlong's consciousness was trapped in this cycle, as if he had fallen into an inescapable hell.
In just a few breaths, she had endured tens of thousands of cycles of "birth" and "annihilation"!
"A friend has come from afar," the white-haired Qingyuan finally spoke again, her voice still calm and undisturbed.
But it sent chills down the spines of everyone who heard it (especially Huanlong, who was undergoing reincarnation). "Our immortal ship Luofu should do its duty as host and give you a proper 'hospitality'."
She tilted her head slightly, as if listening to the agonizing wails and chaos that had become unformed in her hazy consciousness.
"I wonder if this unique experience... has given you a deeper understanding of the true meaning of 'destruction'?"
Finally, after experiencing thousands of cycles of birth and death, Huanlong seized upon a barely perceptible gap in the power of the Jianmu tree.
Perhaps Qingyuan left it intentionally, or perhaps it was a genuine manipulation that caused a delay of one in a billionth of a second.
Her remaining consciousness abandoned the divine body that had just begun to take shape without hesitation.
It transformed into an almost imperceptible stream of light, tore through space, and vanished into the depths of the starry sky without a trace.
"They acted so arrogantly, but they escaped in such a sorry state," March remarked, while at the same time feeling a sense of fear towards Qingyuan.
Throughout the entire process, the white-haired Qingyuan's expression remained unchanged, always solemn and dignified, as if she were in complete control.
It even gave Jing Yuan, who had just escaped and was recuperating, a slight illusion—as if the person opposite him was the general who was strategizing and protecting the immortal ship, while he was just an observer.
After the illusory aura completely disappeared, the white-haired Qingyuan slowly withdrew her gaze.
The radiant deity above her head vanished as specks of light, and the pink array on the ground also quietly disappeared.
She turned around and looked at Jing Yuan and the rest of the train crew.
Just when everyone thought she was about to say something, her ethereal and dignified aura receded like the tide.
His white hair turned green, the vicissitudes in his eyes were replaced by a lively and cunning look, and his solemn expression was replaced by a familiar smile with a hint of smugness.
"All done~" Qingyuan clapped her hands, stretched, and transformed back into the lively and carefree train crew member. "How about it, General? Did I embarrass the Immortal Ship with this move?"
Jing Yuan: "..."
Everyone: "..."