Descent of the Supreme

Amid the chaotic battle, Yaxiu caught sight of two familiar figures. "Cloud City, support Ancient King Yantie!" Transformed into an Ice Flame Corpse King, the dark-skinned man with curly hair chanted a death melody into the wind, sounding like a choir singing from within a tomb. "Lingering Echo Palace, heed my command! Focus fire on Ancient King Xinyi!" The blond deceiver swiftly coordinated dozens of demigods, organizing what had been a chaotic barrage into a layered, relentless legion assault! He seemed already accustomed to the commander's seat, and the demigods just as naturally obeyed his orders. Holding out to the end was death; escaping to live a few more months was also death. So, for the sake of eking out a few more months, was it worth dragging the entire world into hell? Although Yaxiu considered Igola and Harvey his close friends, he had never held the slightest faith in the moral character of these two bastards. To them, life was an all-you-can-eat shit buffet; even without an apocalypse, they would want to engineer one just to destroy the restaurant producing such filth. How could they possibly want to protect the world? Thus, witnessing this scene, Yaxiu felt like an old father watching his two wayward sons finally turn over a new leaf. He couldn't help feeling a wave of gratification... He had finally reformed these two death-row convicts through his sheer personal charisma! "Um," Yenifa said softly, "could you let me go? I... I also want to stop King Tianzhu from raising his Kingdom of Heaven." "There's no need for you to go." With a wave of Yaxiu's hand, three swords emerged behind him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, locking onto Ancient King Tianzhu, his razor-sharp sword intent piercing heaven and earth: "Because he is going to die." "Dead Frenzy," Yaxiu whispered in his mind. "Help me out. An ancient king demigod with six hell wings is a bit troublesome." "And here I thought you were really all that, but you're just relying on big sis, aren't you?" Dead Frenzy patted his cheek in extreme irritation. "Why should I take orders from you?" That said, Dead Frenzy took the cigarette dangling from her lips and shoved it into Yaxiu's mouth. Then, grabbing his hand, she gripped the leftmost Sorcerer Bane together with him. "Take a drag." Yaxiu drew the smoke deep into his lungs. The Sorcerer Bane gripped by him and Dead Frenzy immediately flared with molten-gold, blood-colored veins. From within the sheath came the roar of a ferocious beast, like the rumble of an engine. He spat out the cigarette butt and activated Flickering Ripples. Three consecutive blinks traversed the entire battlefield. By the time the demigods noticed this seven-winged sorcerer, he had already drawn Sorcerer Bane, slashing out from a distance toward Ancient King Tianzhu! One strike, severed in two! All defenses were meaningless; all resistance crumbled to dust. A towering river of blood pierced straight through Ancient King Tianzhu, cleaving his entire body in half. The Kingdom of Heaven being raised came to an abrupt halt and shuddered violently, on the verge of collapse! An ancient king of Hell, a demigod of six hell wings, annihilated in a single blow! Even a God-Leader... might not have been able to achieve such a feat, could they? Dumbfounded, the demigods watched as this sudden seven-winged sorcerer traced a rainbow across the battlefield and landed before the commander of Cloud City, asking a strange question: "There's a truth passed down from Häagen-Dazs to this day—how does it go again?" Harvey didn't hesitate in the slightest, nor did he find it odd as the opening topic of their long-awaited reunion. He answered, "Those destined to die will die in the end; those destined to live will surely survive." "A truth indeed." Yaxiu looked at Igola flying over. Before the deceiver could speak, Yaxiu opened his arms and drew him into a tight embrace. Igola: "...?" He had been bursting with a bellyful of words to spout, but Yaxiu's embrace completely threw him off. Between fair-weather friends like us, do you really need to be this melodramatic? Give it a rest. "To think that to protect a world with me in it, you'd rather die fighting in Hell than flee," Yaxiu said, deeply moved. "Still, I understand. After all, who told me to become such a wonderful and important part of your life?" Igola opened his mouth. The deceiver renowned throughout Hell for his eloquence was actually left speechless by Yaxiu's sheer audacity, managing only a heavy punch to Yaxiu's abdomen to express his turbulent emotions. Although they had stopped King Tianzhu from raising his Kingdom of Heaven, the Forgotten Ones and the eight-winged creature still lurked outside. Igola let out a sigh. "You really picked... the absolute worst time to show up." Boom! Yaxiu and the others turned their heads to see the teetering Kingdom of Heaven solidify once more. Ancient King Tianzhu, who had clearly been killed, was miraculously alive again. Beside him stood Ancient King Xinyi, surrounded by the dissipation of laws—an unmistakable sign of having just expended a single-use god. To resurrect Ancient King Tianzhu, he had actually gone so far as to consume his own precious, single-use god! Yet Yaxiu was not surprised. Didn't Igola and Harvey have a friend like him, full of truth, goodness, and beauty? No matter how good a person was, they would still have enemies; no matter how wicked, they would still have confidants. What's more, Ancient King Tianzhu wasn't necessarily evil... He simply wanted to survive. Yet the price of his survival was dragging everyone down to die with him! Yaxiu gripped the second Sorcerer Bane, but this time, he had no chance to draw it. The sky caved in. With a colossal, soundless tremor, Ancient King Tianzhu's Kingdom of Heaven finally shattered the sky. A beam of pure white radiance that did not belong to Hell shone through the fracture. Even though the Hell of Phantasms was brilliantly illuminated, the demigods still felt the pervasive filth of the sky being pierced and purified. It was the light of Heaven. The six layers of Hell were once again connected to the outside world. In reality, the opening the World-Swallowing Serpent had long awaited had finally appeared. It was over. Yaxiu rested his hands on Igola and Harvey's shoulders, but his heart sank bit by bit, frost seeming to seep into his veins. The World-Swallowing Serpent was about to invade reality, the Doomsday Quintet would surely be impatient to replace them, and everything would rush toward its end— Suddenly, a raging rainbow surged through the breach, as though an iridescent ocean lay outside, poised to drown the Hell of Phantasms. At the same time, five demigods on the battlefield floated up into midair. Among them were Tiramisu and Amilo, whom Yaxiu had seen before, and even Yenifa. "Tiramisu of Cloud City, in the name of the Blood Moon." "Amilo of Lingering Echo Palace, in the name of Omniscience." "Enfil of Dragon Serpent Valley, in the name of Avici." "Seth of Lost Paradise, in the name of Fantasy." "Yenifa of the Stargazing Chamber, in the name of the Stars." The rainbow torrent split into five rivers of pure light, pouring into the bodies of the five demigods. The eight-winged creature seemed slightly impatient; every single one of its eyes focused on the breach. The iridescent torrent instantly stalled, as if an invisible force was squeezing through the breach toward the outside. "Begone." As the chilling command echoed across Hell, all of the eight-winged creature's eyes shut simultaneously for a split second, and its body drew back slightly. Yet it was an immense entity spanning hundreds of kilometers; even its slightest movement was a world-shattering upheaval to the demigods of Hell. Yet the demigods did not panic at all. In a daze, they stared at the five figures standing at the forefront, the surging despair within them soothed in an instant. Whether it was Ancient King Tianzhu who had acted against the heavens, or Igola and Harvey, nerves that had been wound tight for an entire month relaxed almost beyond their control. Even Yaxiu was no exception. Although they were his mortal enemies, at this very moment, in this very scene, seeing them standing at the forefront gave Yaxiu an involuntary sense of... relief. "Our first meeting, Ouroboros." Treading upon flowing radiance and draped in stardust, Stars wore a gown seemingly woven from the galaxy itself. Tilting her chin up, she gazed at the colossal titan before her. Though she was clearly looking up, she gave off the impression that she was gazing upon the eight-winged creature as an equal. "While I am exceedingly curious about the possibilities you harbor," She raised her right hand, using starlight to thoroughly seal the breach between Hell and Heaven, mending the sky single-handedly. At the same time, boundless starlight converged in her palm—a galactic hilt, a stellar body, and a gamma-ray burst for the blade. "as one who bears the title of the Supreme," Stars said, "I will not permit you to lay a finger on my world." She swung the starry sky, and the entire world was slashed in two.