A Celebration of Civilization, The Final Strike!

"I have an idea," Yaxiu spoke up abruptly. "But I need supreme source power." Up to this point, Yaxiu only possessed five-winged source power. Although Sonia and the others had world secret realms and had sprouted secret realm void wings, they possessed no six-winged source power; according to the Playwright Poet, six-winged source power could only be condensed in Heaven. Unlike the first five wings, the secret realm's six wings and the supreme seven wings had nothing to do with the sorcerer themselves; they were entirely the result of usurping the world's authorities. Consequently, sorcerers could not generate source power for them independently, and had to enter the Void Realm to condense the corresponding source power. "You do not even possess a six-winged god," Fanxing replied faintly. "But all of you do," Yaxiu said. "I need you to obey my commands completely and allow me to directly control your Kingdoms of Heaven, gods, and wonders." The Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon and the others furrowed their brows, barely swallowing down the curses surging up their throats as they glared at Yaxiu with dark expressions. Kingdoms of Heaven, gods, and wonders could indeed be lent to others, and Yaxiu would not be able to seize them by force, but he could destroy them directly! Surrendering control naturally meant granting Yaxiu the power of life and death over their gods. If he so wished, in a single instant he could reduce them back to square one, reducing thousands of years of painstaking cultivation to dust! "Is taking orders from you not enough?" the Weaver asked. "It isn't," Yaxiu said firmly. "While your cooperation is decent enough, it only amounts to not getting in each other's way. You're still divided into separate factions, unable to reinforce one another. If I take command, I can amplify your combined assault by more than tenfold." The Weaver knew he spoke the truth. In fact, their Kingdoms of Heaven cooperated mediocrely at best, and there truly was immense potential waiting to be tapped. But to coordinate four Kingdoms of Heaven with vastly different development systems on the fly... Even if the Weaver took charge herself, she estimated she could only increase the effect by one or two times—let alone Yaxiu, an assetless sorcerer who had never managed a Kingdom of Heaven in his life. "Can you—" "I can." Yaxiu paid the Weaver no heed, keeping his eyes locked onto Fanxing. "And only I can." "Fanxing, your Kingdom of Heaven and wonders must also be handed over to my control," he stated bluntly. "Their combined might is merely a bonus; the real core is our synergy... We must unleash more than a hundredfold of our current might if we are to have any chance of winning this war. Fighting individually like this leaves us with zero hope. At the very least, we must—" "Keep up appearances while harboring our own motives?" Fanxing gave a cold scoff. "Or dream different dreams in the same bed?" "There's no time to discuss it." She glanced at Ouroboros, whose eyes were on the verge of opening. "Nor do we have any choice." Yaxiu said coldly, "If you dare not take even this much risk—" Fanxing raised her arm level and thrust her fist toward Yaxiu. Her gaze remained fixed on Ouroboros without sparing Yaxiu even a corner of her eye, her pride cleaving through the world like starlight: "After this battle, there will only be one Sorcery Supreme." Yaxiu glanced at her, extended his right fist, and bumped it against hers, receiving half of the supreme starry sky source power and Kingdom of Heaven authority she shared with him. "After this battle, there will be many Sorcery Supremes, but you will not be among them," Yaxiu countered. Fanxing had no intention of reconciling, nor did Yaxiu. Neither concealed their malice toward the other; the moment Ouroboros perished, they would immediately revert into mortal enemies. But before then... They would stand shoulder to shoulder to uphold this world, all the way to the end! With even Fanxing, who had the greatest conflict of interest, accepting the proposal, the four God-Leaders were left with no room to bargain. Otherwise, they would be offending two Sorcery Supremes simultaneously. Five Kingdoms of Heaven and nearly a hundred wonders—Yaxiu received such a colossal, intricate influx of power in a single instant, yet it took him only a few seconds to sort through it completely. To process such a massive data stream, Yaxiu—sharing Black Demon's realm—was the only one in this world capable of doing so; even Fanxing fell far short... Only Yaxiu, with ninety-nine branches of sorcery temporarily elevated to the God-Leader level, could weave these disjointed powers into a seamless harmony! And only Black Demon's split-personality ability could support such a multithreaded workflow. He summoned the Sorcerer's Nemesis. He had used one just now to kill Ancient King Tianzhu, leaving him with two, which happened to allow for dual wielding. Though the Sorcerer's Nemesis could not possibly counter Ouroboros—even Mirror Demon could not achieve that—it was better than nothing. Yaxiu sensed that his 'Sorcery Supreme trial duration' was rapidly slipping away. Black Demon's multithreaded workflow would undoubtedly consume his memories at an alarming rate... Memories of whom? He swiftly assembled the peak combat power of sorcerer civilization into an all-powerful galactic warship, but his heart sank fraction by fraction, as if frost were forming inside his veins... He vaguely remembered a white-haired girl and a black-haired young woman, but he could not recall their names in the slightest, nor did he know what connection he had to them. Thinking about it this way, selling his mind was actually rather merciful. He would not even know what he had forgotten, left without a trace of regret or agony, living foolishly like a Lalafell. "What's wrong with you?" Fanxing asked suddenly. Yaxiu drew a deep breath and gripped both Sorcerer's Nemeses with both hands. One transformed into flawless spiritual light, the other into profound, abyssal darkness. "The ones I want to forget, I can't; the ones I shouldn't forget, I can't recall," he murmured softly. "Let's bury this serpent in Hell." *Thud!* The sorcery torrent of the Supremes and God-Leaders crashed downward, but its target was not Ouroboros. Guided by Yaxiu's sword light, their targeted offensive pried open the nodes of Fantasy Hell bit by bit, like chiseling through the seams of a wooden barrel, and then— A golden rain began to fall across Fantasy Hell. They had activated the temporal nodes of Fantasy Hell; the Rivers of Flowing Gold throughout the Six Hells were all converging here! Yaxiu drew circle after circle of Heart Hunter Sovereign Authority, but this time the circles did not contract. Instead, they absorbed the surrounding waters of the River of Flowing Gold and slipped over Ouroboros's wings. Ouroboros was naturally unaffected by the River of Flowing Gold, as it could absorb the river's water on its own. Thus, this river water was not meant for it, but for Yaxiu and the others! Once the rings of flowing gold water fundamentally enveloped Ouroboros's wings, Yaxiu dashed across over a hundred kilometers to the space above Ouroboros. The tip of his sword lightly tapped the water rings, causing them to merge in an instant, forming a thin membrane that draped over the eight-winged creature within! "Now!" The four God-Leaders instantly drained one-third of their stockpiled source crystals within their Kingdoms of Heaven, unleashing a relentless, ten-second Heavenly Storm at maximum intensity! Success or failure aside, this was their final burst. Once this round of output concluded, each of them would lose at least three wonders alongside countless sorcerers, rendering them unable to even activate their Kingdom of Heaven divine artifacts! Miraculously, the God-Leaders' all-out onslaught did not inflict the slightest harm on Ouroboros. Instead, it completely froze onto the membrane of flowing gold water on the outside. As more and more Heavenly Storms accumulated, the membrane of the River of Flowing Gold began to gleam with kaleidoscopic brilliance, resembling a solidified rainbow. This was Yaxiu's plan, which could be summed up in two words: burst accumulation! Since continuous strikes could not destroy Ouroboros, they would store every single attack and detonate them all at once. Simple and brutal though it was, there remained an unavoidable conundrum: what medium could possibly store a Heavenly Storm of the God-Leader tier? Had he shared someone else's realm, such as Mirror Demon or Nether Demon, he might truly have been helpless. Yet it so happened that the person Yaxiu was sharing a realm with was Black Demon... the Time Supreme · Black Chroma Demon Lord, the very Black Demon hailed as the Master of the River of Flowing Gold! Yaxiu exhausted all his sorcery spirit resources, finally reshaping Heart Hunter Sovereign Authority into a vessel for the waters of the River of Flowing Gold. Drawing upon the river's temporal properties, this membrane acted as a single-use world secret realm: the moment any attack made contact with the membrane, it would freeze in time; the moment the membrane vanished, it would blossom into the most dazzling fireworks display in the history of sorcerer civilization. By now, Ouroboros was on the verge of opening its eyes. Holding his breath, Yaxiu sliced through the time bubble. In a flash, endless colors engulfed Ouroboros! Rather than a battle, it was more like a celebration—an unprecedented celebration of civilization. Within a single breath, Ouroboros's eight wings were snapped, and its entire colossal body was compressed until only a tiny clump remained. Yet the firework-like colors could advance no further—its regeneration speed forcefully held out against the stored burst unleashed by the four God-Leaders over ten continuous seconds! As long as it endured this, it would instantly restore its titanic stature and swallow this world whole! Victory seemed just a step away, yet it remained an insurmountable chasm. Right then, Yaxiu cleaved downward from above with his Sorcerer's Nemesis. Imbued with the supreme starry sky source power, his blade unleashed a brilliant, iridescent sword light that stunned Hell! Fanxing slashed upward from below with a sword river of starlight waterfall. Having had part of her wonders altered by Yaxiu, her cascading starlight shone more radiantly than ever before, illuminating the cosmos! Pincer-attacking Ouroboros from above and below, the iridescent sword light and the river of starlight intertwined into an even more ferocious onslaught, forcibly overpowering Ouroboros's ultimate regeneration capacity and thoroughly obliterating its final core! *Clang!* As the blades of Yaxiu and Fanxing struck against one another, Sorcerer's Nemesis and the Sword of the Starry Sky cleaved into each other's blades, and the final remnants of Ouroboros's flesh were annihilated entirely amidst their clash.