Sorcerer’s Handbook

A cicada's cry resonated, shaking the Golden Flow Water. Ashe, who had his head pierced, instantly returned to his state three seconds prior!

Three-Second Cicada Lurk!

Although the Round Cicada and Square Cicada had merged into one, the life-saving agreement Ashe had previously made with the Round Cicada was still in effect!

The young dove, after delivering that strike, regressed by another year, looking almost no older than the little Silver Lantern. Yet, without any hesitation, he raised his staff once more, aiming at Ashe's head.

However, by this time, they had stayed in the silver light for too long. The dazzling silver light painted them in layers until their entire bodies and joints were completely Silverized!

Ashe made no move to dodge. Firstly, facing the fierce might of a deity, mortals had no chance to dodge. Secondly, he no longer needed to.

The dove's staff grazed his cheek, only scratching a bit of his skin. In contrast, Ashe's sword delivered a diagonal slash, carving a massive wound from shoulder to waist on the dove, from which a brilliant light burst forth!

This was the second and third effect of Silverization.

A heavily Silverized target would experience numerous delusions in their consciousness, making it impossible for them to discern the true position of their enemy, often causing their attacks to miss; simultaneously, the resistance of their Silverized parts would significantly decrease, allowing a sorcerer to easily inflict severe damage on an enemy cursed by the Silver Lantern!

The Silver Lantern seemed to have only one effect, Silverization, but it could achieve purification, hallucination, and increased damage, among other uses. Compared to deities like Dagger Qing Ji, Knowing Guard Fire, and the Wish-Granting Deity, it was no weaker. And perhaps it was Ashe's delusion, but the uses of the Silver Lantern deity seemed to align well with her combat style when she was alive.

At this point, deicide was inevitable. If the dove and Bluebird were not dealt with, they would surely embrace once more to unleash the Ink Green Storm. Only by ensuring the complete demise of these deities, who deeply hated the Chasm Sovereign, could this Doomsday come to an end.

To slay a deity with a mortal body!

By now, everyone had gone mad, including Tamashi, the Mercury Trojan Horse, Vichy, Yolan Vesser, the Three Deities, and… Ashe himself.

For the living, for the dead, for revenge, for following Vesser's will… there were too many reasons to choose from, so many that Ashe found himself not even excited about deicide. He stared intently at the dove, like a beast gnawing and sucking blood, eyeing its prey.

This time, he was merely quenching his thirst.

But just then, the dove suddenly bowed slightly to him and said, "Dagger Qing Ji."

Ashe was taken aback, then responded, "Ashe."

The two exchanged a glance and assumed their Stances. The young dove's robes fluttered, and Dagger Qing Ji's power was unleashed to the extreme. In an instant, Ashe seemed to hear the cheers of millions below, but with each rise in the cheers, the fear in his heart burned more fiercely, for the cheers were not for him, but for the approaching assassin!

As the young dove thrust forward, the entire world began to shrink, as if time and space were squeezing Ashe towards the tip of the staff. This was the dignified deity Dagger Qing Ji, arriving as expected, with no element of surprise!

On Ashe's shoulder appeared the Circle Cicada, but this time it was the square cicada wings that vibrated!

Future Kill: Three Seconds Cicada Transformation!

The sorcerer and deity passed each other. Ashe's collarbone was pierced with a circular hole, blood gushing out, causing him to groan in pain and kneel on the ground. The young dove discarded his staff, his body erupting with dozens of wounds, and he collapsed into a burst of white light, leaving only a pure white dove.

The dove looked up at the shattered world, let out a cry, and rushed towards the crack in the sky. But the remnants of the storm still lingered in the air. With each ascent, it was struck by crystal shards, and soon it was shattered, leaving only a few feathers drifting down.

The deity Dagger Qing Ji had fallen.

Ashe turned his head and found that the Bluebird had unknowingly walked away. By now, the storm no longer obscured the sky, and the eighteenth layer of the Silent Spiral regained its light. However, the once blue sea had turned into a sea of blood, and the azure sky was riddled with holes, pouring black sludge everywhere. Even though the Ink Green Storm had ended, Doomsday was already a foregone conclusion.

Yet the Bluebird had not given up. By now, she was deeply Silverized, her entire being seemingly composed of light, with five virtual wings extending from her waist, so pure and noble. In this filthy, decaying world, she seemed to be the only light.

With one hand pointing to the sky and the other to the ground, accompanied by a clear and melodious song, countless green birds attempted to mend the holes in the sky and fill the cracks on the earth. At first glance, she seemed to be saving this dying world.

Only Ashe knew the truly malicious act she was committing.

"Bluebird, who wishes for everyone's happiness," Ashe murmured softly, gripping the Honey Sword tightly, "please hear my prayer."

Though the Bluebird, as the Wish-Granting Deity, belonged to the Mental Sect, and ordinary Swordsmanship physical attacks were ineffective against her, Ashe possessed a Mental Swordsmanship Miracle.

Miracle: Single-minded Devotion: "Rage Sword, Sorrow Sword, Love Sword, Joy Sword."

Normally, to perform Single-minded Devotion, one needed to use the 'Devotion' spirit to convert emotions, but Ashe felt he didn't need to convert his emotions now. The surging dark emotions within him were eager to be unleashed.

As the sword heart connected, the Honey Sword was coated with a layer of murky black sword light, like a writhing black snake. The moment it was unleashed, Ashe knew the name of this new Miracle:

Single-minded Devotion: Hate Sword.

"Bluebird, I wish,"

The sword pierced through the Bluebird's back and out her chest, pinning her fiercely to a crumbling stone monument ahead. The Bluebird raised her head, seemingly letting out a silent scream, but the black snake sword light quickly twisted, tightly binding her wings, transforming into black steel chains that harshly bound her body, locking her like a slave!

"That you too can find happiness."

Ashe pulled the black steel chains tight and walked back. With each step he took, the chains tightened, and the Bluebird's song grew longer. When he reached the little Silver Lantern, the Bluebird was completely strangled by the Hate Sword, her light dissipating, leaving only a delicate Bluebird.

But in this place of ruin and destruction, where only flocks of crows should rise and fall, it was an environment intolerable for a Bluebird yearning for beauty. It looked around, seeking a place to perch, but all it saw was dark red murkiness. It let out a mournful cry, and its blue feathers quickly fell, scattering with the wind.

The Wish-Granting Deity had fallen.

It seemed easy, and indeed it was. Unlike these two deities who diminished with each use, the Silver Lantern had Ashe's Source Crystal support, and the silver light never ceased, equivalent to an In-game Purchase player against free players. What did they have to fight Ashe with?

Ashe crouched in front of the little Silver Lantern, raising his hand to stroke her head but stopping mid-air, asking, "May I touch it?"

The little Silver Lantern thought for a moment, then stood on tiptoe, pressing her head against Ashe's palm.

Ashe smiled, ruffling her small head, forcing himself to stand up and look at the crack in the sky, "But it's not over yet, I must-"

Thud!

With a violent heartbeat, Ashe seemed to have unlocked something, and everything began to change.

Sound, light, color, airflow… the entire Silent Spiral was disassembling and reassembling. Everything he perceived now was entirely different from before, with thousands of colors overwhelming all his senses at once. Did deities really paint the world with so many colors?

With a soundless splash, Ashe felt himself sinking into the deep sea. The icy seawater stung his skin, entered his nostrils, and the sourness spread to his eyeballs, melting his eardrums.

Bubbles, he sank rapidly like bubbles.

The deep sea was not dark at all; it was bright everywhere. The flowing parts were warm-toned, the still parts cold-toned. But in this vibrant, colorful deep sea, there were also four patches of color that Ashe could recognize from afar.

Deeper than destruction, darker than conspiracy, warmer than death, more vivid than joy.

They were the Four Pillars.