Slaying the Blood Moon

In a divine war where world secret realms were deployed, the role that a mere single god could play was exceedingly limited. Thus, though the Divine Lords were astonished that Yaxiu could summon the Heart Sword God under such dire peril, they did not truly mind—even if Yaxiu gained one more god, what could it possibly change? And in fact, that was indeed true. With only his current resources, no matter how flawless the Mirror Demon's spellcasting prowess was, he could not turn the tide of battle. Or rather, that the Mirror Demon could hold his own against three Divine Lords wielding world secret realms was already turning the mundane into a miracle. Actually, it was not that world secret realms and eternal wonders were nonexistent; if the Mirror Demon wished, he could take back the Ancient Battlefield from Sonia. However, the three Divine Lords were hardly three Lalafells. No matter how foolish they might be, they would never stand idly by and watch the authority over the Ancient Battlefield be transferred; they would inevitably focus their undivided attention on Sonia. Though the "Battlefield Curtain" was an absolute defense, its efficacy depended on who wielded it and who the enemies were. Sonia was struggling even against the Weaver, let alone the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon and the Lord of Joy. The moment the Mirror Demon betrayed any intention of approaching her, she would likely face her most perilous, darkest hour. That Sonia had held out until now was already her absolute limit. Even Dead Frenzy at the same age could not have managed such a feat. He could push her no further. Moreover, Yaxiu's request had been to protect them. Although the Mirror Demon cared nothing for Yaxiu's desires, there was no need to invite complications. In any case, even without a world secret realm or an eternal wonder, he could still... conquer desperate straits! Within the Soul Kingdom of Heaven, 4,096 sorcery spirits surged together. Under the Mirror Demon's absolute control, they converged upon the throne atop Ruby Mountain, coalescing, overlapping, compressing, and structuring before the Heart Sword God. The majestic might of the Heart Sword God permeated the 4,096 sorcery spirits like a hammer forging them ever tighter and ever more complete, until they were forged into three divine swords standing tall before the throne! Though the vast majority of them were water sorcery spirits, the three swords bore not the slightest trace of moisture, as if water arts had served to quench them during the forging process, helping shape the blades. This was a method of wonder construction that none could master save for the Mirror Demon. Only the Supreme Truth could act so entirely at will—wielding the universal law might of a sword god to grind away every unwanted trait within the sorcery spirits, forcibly aggregating thousands of spirits completely unrelated to swordsmanship into a single sword wonder! This was why the Mirror Demon had insisted on summoning the Heart Sword God. As a sorcerer who wielded Supreme Truth, so long as he possessed a single god, he could leverage the Divine Realm, thereby ignoring the boundaries between sorcery factions and constructing any sorcery spirits into whatever wonder he desired! Truth circulates, bound by no taboos! Yet even so, the Mirror Demon had at best constructed a high-rank wonder. Facing three world secret realms nurtured by the Divine Lords for thousands of years, a high-rank wonder remained far too tender. Thus, the Mirror Demon still required one more step. The most crucial step. He had already pushed the resources at his disposal to their utmost limit. Next, it was time for the Void Realm to put on the finishing touch. Within the ten-pace sanctuary carved out by the Mirror Demon, three swords suddenly appeared in the ground before him. The Divine Lords paused slightly and instantly recognized that these three swords formed a high-rank wonder. However... Could such a miniature high-rank wonder truly exist in this world? Because constructing a wonder could easily result in collapse with the slightest carelessness, the vast majority of wonders were built on a grand scale; a wider span naturally allowed for a greater margin of error. A high-rank wonder of such minuscule size was virtually equivalent to carving a single grain of sand into a magnificent work of art. Yet even so, the Divine Lords felt only astonishment, not concern. Flawless combat arts, summoning a god in the midst of fierce battle, miniaturizing a high-rank wonder... these were all marvelous talents, but in the end, they could not tilt the scales of victory. Yaxiu Heath would fall here, and the Supreme Holy Grail would become the spoil of war for them to divide. This was not a prophecy, but an irreversible destiny. Yet this self-assured confidence finally crumbled completely in the very next second. For the first time, expressions of dread appeared upon the faces of the Divine Lords descended into the mortal realm. Before their eyes, the three swords plunged into the ground suddenly rippled with wondrous colors, as though an invisible painter were bestowing upon them a singular hue. Under the gaze of the Divine Lords, this heaven-rank sword wonder actually reflected the authority of the law of truth! Deducing truth through swordsmanship! "How is this possible...?" The Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon bit through his lip. "Am I dreaming...?" the Lord of Joy murmured under his breath. "Prophecy... is no match for destiny," the Weaver sighed softly. Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes, they would never have believed the spectacle before them: the high-rank sword wonder that had just been brought forth immediately received the favor of the Void Realm, promoting into a unique wonder of truth! Wonder promotion! It was hard to describe the Divine Lords' feelings. Every Divine Lord had spent millennia researching wonder promotion, because the promotion mechanic was the easiest path for them to obtain a world secret realm. As long as a wonder was promoted into a unique wonder, they had ways to accelerate its catalyst and rapidly transform it into a world secret realm! They all had personal experience in promoting wonders, so they understood even better just how unbelievable the scene before them was—the Void Realm would randomly select a suitable wonder to promote only when sorcery development made substantial progress. For the Void Realm to promote this high-rank wonder with such swift decisiveness the moment it appeared could only mean that the mere existence of this wonder could tremendously advance the development of sorcery! At the same time, a chill crept into the Divine Lords' hearts. High-rank and heaven-rank wonders could not contend with eternal wonders, but unique wonders were the exception—for a unique wonder was itself the embryonic form of a world secret realm! In terms of godhood rank, a unique wonder was equal to a world secret realm. Before this brand-new unique wonder, eternal wonders no longer held an absolute advantage! In other words, right now Yaxiu... actually had the potential to harm them! Yet the Divine Lords still forced down the unease in their hearts. Right now, they possessed three world secret realms and ten eternal wonders; could Yaxiu truly defeat them with nothing more than a single unique wonder? "What is this wonder called?" The Weaver could not suppress her curiosity. "It has no fixed name, for each time, they bear different names." Deflecting all of the Divine Lords' furious onslaughts and nipping their attempts to destroy the unique wonder in the bud, the Mirror Demon spoke with effortless ease: "But for now, it can be broadly referred to as... 'Sorcerer Nemesis.'" The Mirror Demon grasped the leftmost hilt. His hand seemed to breathe a soul into the wonder; molten gold patterns formed along the blade, vibrant, scalding blood flowed through them, and bloodthirsty roars echoed from within the scabbard. When the Mirror Demon drew the blood sword completely, the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon's scalp instantly went numb and his hair stood on end. A violent premonition of death provoked his bloodlust into frenzy, every cell in his body screaming hysterically! "This is the sword I forged for the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon," the Mirror Demon said. "Its name is Blood Moon Nemesis." He made no superfluous moves, simply slashing out a strike with blinding speed. It drew out fifty meters of stunning sword light, passing effortlessly through the storm of sorcery, through the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon's defensive wonder, and through his Sanctuary—as though the Mirror Demon had not merely delivered a sword slash, but issued an edict, decreed a truth, and pronounced destiny itself, compelling all things in the world to make way, unstoppable! The Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon immediately activated "Corpse Sea Maggot Flies" to disperse his body, but as the sword light brushed against the flies into which he had split, he watched in horror as his soul body was forcibly yanked back together, coalescing into form. It was as if his mountain of corpses and sea of blood had mutinied in that very instant, actively shoving him—their former master—beneath the edge of their new master's sword to face judgment! All wonders failed; all gods remained indifferent. The Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon could only watch helplessly as the sword light sliced into his body. His soul body dissolved rapidly and his consciousness swiftly collapsed; rather than suffering a slash, it was more like swallowing a tailor-made poison— *So that's how it is,* the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon realized in an epiphany. No wonder Yaxiu had deliberately tangled with the three of them earlier—it had been to gather detailed intelligence on them. There was no way a unique wonder could crush a world secret realm so utterly and effortlessly, but a unique wonder custom-made specifically against the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon was another matter entirely. If he guessed correctly, the true effect of "Sorcerer Nemesis" was that so long as the caster's understanding of the target was detailed and accurate enough, an edged weapon of absolute countering could be customized, and then— *Bang!* The Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon exploded into a cloud of blood mist. The mountain of corpses and sea of blood draped over him instantly reverted to their true form, inundating the earth. A magnificent Temple of Sorcery sat atop the sea of blood, the three eternal wonders within it gleaming radiantly. The Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon returned to Heaven; the Firework Angel had perished on the spot! Having fulfilled its mission, the Blood Moon Nemesis dispersed along with him, leaving behind only the scabbard planted in the ground. The pupils of the two surviving Divine Lords constricted violently as they turned to see the Mirror Demon reach out and grip the middle hilt.