Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

Ding—

Right beneath Ji Jue's feet, amidst hundreds of angel remnants and pools of blood, the iron light reconstructed once more, gently rising.

After killing all the saints' guardians, he extracted and fused all materials for the weapon, revealing its outline. No more brilliance or splendor; infinite scarlet merged and overlapped until it transformed into the purest black.

"Mission accomplished."

Ji Jue flicked the blade, sending it flying.

The spear that pierced through the air landed in Wen Wen's hands, as if it had awoken, shaking violently.

Darkness, like copper rust, swiftly peeled away, revealing a dazzling crystal illusion beneath the bloodstains. It seemed fragile, a gunblade ready to shatter upon touch, yet by merely swinging it, it sliced through illusions, leaving enduring cracks and scars in midair.

Holding it in hand, one understands that indeed, it was a masterpiece worth every moment of waiting!

"Perfect timing, Ji Jue."

She sighed lightly, gripping it tight.

And when the gunblade pointed at the saint's face, at that moment, Yidra's twisted expression finally froze, involuntarily twitching and spasming. It seemed to feel the impending demise up close.

Just then, Wen Wen's lips finally curled.

As if a smile broke forth.

"Perhaps it was futile struggling, call me waste if you like, but it changes nothing… it's never been me who was abandoned."

She disdainfully looked down on her opponent below, telling him word by word:

"— It was I who discarded these useless trash!"

Boom!

The furious roar abruptly ceased.

Endless blazing light surged from the wound, completely devoured by the spear in Wen Wen's hand.

The moment the inverted spear pierced down, Yidra's massive body instantly stiffened and then swiftly expanded like a balloon, exploding!

Putrid blood gushed out like a waterfall, winding its way along crevices, flowing in all directions.

It was like rolling waves.

In the Eastern District, no, in the world beneath Sky City, nearly everyone heard the scream filled with despair and rage.

Deathly silence, in the long quiet, believers raised their heads one by one, staring dazed at the ruins of Sacrifice Cathedral.

Then, they saw...

The utterly lifeless and breathless decayed remains, fragmented and pale bones, the last remnants left by Saint Yidra!

Even… the saint's demise!

The sound of collapse echoed, coming from the sky, the earth, and all directions. In that instant, it seemed a crack appeared in the hearts of all members of the Illusion Dream.

Even the entire world seemed to be missing a part.

"I see now…"

Ji Jue bowed his head, looking at the bones beneath his feet, sudden realization in his heart: "Seven saints, one-seventh, huh?"

The seven saints at the top of the congregation, perhaps they were the seven crucial pillars, supporting the endless illusion dream's framework and backbone.

The Holy God bestowed power unto them, simultaneously transforming their existence into the fulcrum of this world!

No, the illusion dream originally born from Huangliang Remains shouldn't have needed pillars at all; quite the contrary… the seven saints were entirely tools and chains used by the Holy God to bind and control this illusion dream!

Now, with Yidra's death, the infinite clouds in the sky were rapidly dispersing, revealing lines like cracks.

Beyond the fissures, layers of bizarre illusion light descended, like mirages, presenting the luxurious cities above the clouds, stately buildings that seemed to stretch to the edge of the heavens, angels rising and falling like birds…

Witnessing this scene, cries erupted on the earth, one after the other.

After undergoing so many shocks consecutively, the ravaged believers saw Sky City's spectacle and couldn't help but cry.

Forgetting everything that had happened before, they knelt, reverently bowing their heads.

Started praying once again.

Praying for redemption, praying for peace, praying for a life of happiness to return once more.

Some see the recent events as a test from the gods, shedding tears of gratitude after enduring the calamities. Others take it as a sign of Revelation Day's arrival, frenetically praying, wanting to prove their devotion and go to Heaven…

But some seem to have guessed something, faces turning rapidly pale.

The instant realization hit them, they turned around and ran!

Unfortunately, it was too late.

At the highest point of Sky City, the Pope gazed downward, surveying the earthly realm…

"This land has been tainted by demons, degraded to a heretic land, no longer worthy of redemption."

In his hand, the Seal slowly rose, coldly stamped down, finalizing every survivor's fate.

The Holy God's gift must not suffer any deficiency or his omnipotence defiled, nor may heresy don the sacrificial robes and disturb the congregation.

Eliminate all witnesses, sever all heretic infiltration, purge any possible contamination!

"Hence, decree ultimate punishment!"

Majestic bells rang out, sacred hymns echoed through the heavens and earth, Sky City's projection grew clearer.

Everything in the world transformed into dazzling gold, bright and radiant.

"Heaven, surely Heaven has descended!"

Amidst countless devotees' prayers and joyful shouts, beams of divine light fell from the dome, enveloping Sacrifice Cathedral and all the believers!

Suddenly, everything fell silent.

Only rigid remains stayed in place, maintaining ecstatic or tearful stances, like statues, and as the distant wind blew, they turned into sulfur and salt, vanished without a trace.

And under the pillar of light, the earth seemed almost translucent, revealing an endless sea of fire hidden below, and despairing souls screamed as they fell into it.

From now on, cast into Border Prison, burned for eternity!

Beneath the holy light, the corrupted world seemed to regain its purity and beauty once more.

In the cascading sulfur and salt dust, prayers still seemed to linger, falling into dust and blood, echoing endlessly.

Among the ruins and remnants, the shattered skeleton left by the saint, bathed in the final light, had long lost its voice.

Only dark eye sockets seemed to still be gazing towards the direction of Sky City.