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Chapter 2227 The Final Demise
Chapter 2227 The Final Demise
The old rhinoceros barely managed to glance at him, its eyes filled with death. "They won't have a good ending either!"
After saying this, it died.
General Golden Horn had just clashed head-on with the Thunderous Spear of Mitian, and thus suffered the greatest force. Although his skin and flesh were tough, he ultimately could not withstand the damage from the Great Heavenly Demon.
He Lingchuan sighed softly.
This old rhinoceros looked straightforward and stubborn, with a rough and unrefined personality, but its last words before it died were quite reasonable.
If the true form of the celestial being were to descend, it would bring nothing but calamity to this world.
Let's look at the world of consciousness again.
As the Panlong Army defeated and pursued the Bega Army, the rate at which the bottomless pit in the sea of consciousness was drawing in also slowed down significantly.
What started as a massive, overwhelming invasion gradually gave way to a more gradual, meticulous process.
It's probably almost full, no, it's stretched out.
The black mist in the sea of consciousness was also dwindling, and it had all ascended to the sky, leaving behind a clear, rippling sea surface that almost overlapped with the lake surface in reality.
The golden light, which had been kept at the edge of the black mist, now circled the mist cocoon several times.
He Lingchuan knew that General Hong was waiting for his chance to strike.
Once the black mist is exhausted but the black hole still exists, she will fill it without hesitation.
In today's battle, she and the Dragon God are not allowed to lose.
Otherwise, it would be a catastrophe for all living beings.
Just then, a faint light flashed across the seabed, and suddenly a small red dot of light flew out.
It's unknown how long it has been lurking at the bottom of its consciousness, but now, taking advantage of the rising black mist, it has sneaked out and headed straight for the horizon.
The dignified god walked out with furtive, furtive steps.
Upon seeing this, He Lingchuan blurted out:
"Damn it, it's hiding under the mark!"
A cunning rabbit has three burrows, let alone an ancient god as experienced as Mitian.
At the bottom of General Hong's sea of consciousness, there was already Mi Tian's mark. Taking advantage of the previous chaotic battle, Mi Tian secretly hid a wisp of his avatar within the mark, using the mark's aura to conceal his form. The rolling black mist of the Dragon God passed overhead, completely unaware of its presence.
Now that the Dragon God is going all out to protect General Red's sea of consciousness, Mi Tian's avatar plans to quietly escape.
Where there is life, there is hope.
This "deception" tactic was something it had mastered when it was an ancient god of death; otherwise, it wouldn't have been the only one of the three holy gods to survive.
But as soon as it moved, the master of the sea of consciousness, the golden light in mid-air, immediately turned around and rushed towards the avatar of the Heavenly Realm.
The two beams of light clashed, locked in a fierce and evenly matched contest.
The battle between gods and demons in mid-air was also coming to an end. The mist cocoon was as thin as paper, but the black hole could no longer suck it in.
The last few wisps of black mist condensed into a blurry dragon head shape in mid-air, turning its head to glance at the Red General's soul.
The actual lakeshore happens to be on this side.
Its gaze was vacant, yet He Lingchuan felt as if it were staring at him.
With just one glance, the dragon head turned back into black mist and plunged into the black hole behind it.
Resolute and decisive, without reservation.
A furious roar of resentment echoed from mid-air—Mitian's final curse.
The black mist and the void disappeared, but a dark red, round object fell from mid-air and landed in the sea of consciousness.
It was a very large creature, and when it fell into the sea, it created a wave that was half a sky high, with the aftershocks lasting for a long time.
He Lingchuan frowned and stared at the sea until it resurfaced.
This thing looks so familiar!
If we add the chains that just emerged from the black mist, then it's... it's...
On the other side of the sea, the battle between the golden light and the celestial clone quickly came to a conclusion.
What General Hong said to He Lingchuan was indeed not an exaggeration. She herself could handle Mi Tian's clone without any problem.
As the red light was shattered, his sea of consciousness gradually returned to calm.
The clouds dispersed and the fog lifted, revealing a clear and bright sky.
This epic battle in the sea of consciousness has come to an end.
He Lingchuan pressed the Dayan Heavenly Pearl on his chest, and the strange phenomenon before his and Xu Shichu's eyes completely disappeared.
The lakeside was peaceful and the scenery was beautiful.
Xu Shichu, who had been watching the battle with bated breath, finally let out a soft breath and suddenly said, "It seems that the Dragon God nodded just now?"
"I saw it too." When the Dragon God looked over, he nodded slightly, a very small gesture, but He Lingchuan definitely saw it clearly.
He Lingchuan inexplicably felt that the Dragon God was nodding to him, as if it meant approval and entrustment.
After the illusion dissipated, he looked at the Red General, who was heavily surrounded by the Great Wind Army, and the latter was once again covered by his helmet.
He Lingchuan strode forward, and two generals stepped forward, not daring to reveal their weapons, but instead using their bodies to shield themselves.
He Lingchuan didn't mind, stopped in his tracks, and called out softly:
"Red General?"
He asked twice before the Red General's helmet moved slightly, and then he looked up and said:
"it's me."
His voice was filled with deep weariness, but He Lingchuan could tell it immediately:
This is indeed General Hong, Zhong Wuhan, not Mi Tian.
There's no particular reason; he just knows.
The generals were overjoyed: "General!"
"Is the general alright?"
"I'm fine, everyone disperse." General Hong waved his hand and said to He Lingchuan, "Come here."
At her command, the generals immediately dispersed, and those who had previously opposed He Lingchuan quickly bowed and apologized to him.
He Lingchuan waved his hand, not caring about them at all: "It's alright, we're still brothers."
The lakeside was noisy and bustling with voices. He Lingchuan approached General Hong and whispered, "Congratulations, you're finally free!"
He Lingchuan has the deepest understanding of the relief that comes from shaking off the shadow above his head and regaining control of his body.
“At the last moment, the Dragon God vanished along with Him.” General Red’s voice was weak. “The Dragon God said that this was all part of the plan, because the ‘final self’ needs to undergo final annihilation, which is the only way to prove the Way through one’s own body.”
He Lingchuan was moved.
The Dragon God's last consciousness spent three thousand years in the Great Pot, and its final fate was to perish together with the original form of Mi Tian.
No wonder the large square pot of later generations no longer had self-awareness, nor did it communicate directly with its collaborators.
What exactly does it mean that the "final self" needs to undergo final obliteration?
He could only speculate that perhaps even the Dragon God, with his immense power, was unable to end his own life, and thus relied on the hand of the Heavenly Emperor to completely dissolve his last consciousness, allowing it to return to the origin of heaven and earth.
He Lingchuan put these questions aside for the moment and asked General Hong directly, "Are you sure Mi Tian is dead?"
"The Dragon God relentlessly pursued Him to the deepest recesses of his consciousness. Now, the imprint of the Heavenly Emperor has dissipated, and some of His and the Dragon God's power still lingers in my sea of consciousness, but they pose no threat to me." General Red nodded in confirmation. "Yes, His soul has been destroyed, and he can no longer cause trouble!"
General Hong looked at him, unusually weak and listless:
"You're really unreliable."
This was the first time in recent years that He Lingchuan had heard someone say this about him:
"Huh, what do you mean?"
He executed Zhong Shengguang's earth-shattering plan perfectly, delivering the first blow to the God-Slaying Plan. How could that not be reliable?
There's an extra chapter today!
(End of this chapter)