Dead.
A Great Being, ranked tenth realm, capable of transforming into laws and not perishing as long as its law particles were not depleted, had fallen just like that?
The few ancient beings hiding far away and peeking outside the Holy Court were shocked, stunned, and horrified.
Was this still the same arrogant and terrifying Bone Demon Lord they had once feared?
He had been completely annihilated under the river of orange lightning, not even a trace of law particles escaping.
In the distance, a human dressed in a white robe and silver-white gloves slowly lowered his raised right hand.
This figure was not tall, but in the eyes of the ancient beings, he possessed infinite majesty.
He was light! He was lightning! He represented slaughter and destruction!
A chill, pervasive as law, surged forth, covering everything. The ancient beings dared not continue their clandestine observation and retreated without hesitation, disappearing into the dense gray mist.
...
Fang You spread his vast divine sense, enveloping the entire First Province, the entire territory of the Holy Court, and even reaching further afield.
He found no trace of the Bone Demon Lord.
He only saw a white bone scepter, the size of a cobblestone, emerge from a patch of annihilated pale light and quickly return to heaven and earth.
This ancient god had indeed died completely.
He had died quickly and peacefully.
However, it was indeed troublesome to eliminate a tenth-realm root existence. When experts of this realm transformed into law particles, their speed of escape was comparable to short-distance spatial traversal, and as long as a wisp of law power remained, a root-realm existence could reshape their divine body. The only difference would be the severity of the injury.
"Most importantly, the vitality of high-level realm life forms is terrifyingly strong, let alone those in the root realm."
Under normal circumstances, even for a root-realm expert to kill a high-level realm being would require some time and a significant amount of power.
Let alone dealing with an opponent of the same rank.
Mentor Fang would also have found it difficult to quickly kill a tenth-realm existence, and if he couldn't achieve a fatal blow within a few moves, the Bone Demon Lord would inevitably escape far away.
However...
"All difficulties simply stem from insufficient firepower."
His normal, fully condensed spear of divine lightning could at most damage 1% of the Bone Demon Lord's law divine body.
He couldn't stop the several pale lights that were escaping, and his spear of divine lightning could only destroy a portion of the law particles within one of those pale lights...
Thus, Mentor Fang unleashed the spear of divine lightning he had stored in the Gate of Infinity.
This strike was the result of tens of days of arduous condensation.
The Bone Demon Lord did not die unjustly.
Fang You was not arrogant.
The Bone Demon Lord was not much stronger than pseudo-tenth-realm beings like the Lord of the Netherworld. His overwhelming authority allowed him to achieve this so easily.
If the opponent had been a powerful tenth-realm being, he... might have had to use the Hand of the Realm Lord.
However, as he had already entered the tenth realm and wielded multiple authorities, the Hand of the Realm Lord, not being fully repaired, did not provide as much of an increase.
Shaking his head, Fang You paid no heed to the fleeing high-level ancient beings.
There were more pressing issues at hand.
The vast nation of the Holy Court was facing the peril of collapse!
Hum—
The space rippled slightly, and Xiao Huan, along with An Jianyou and others, arrived at the scene.
As they witnessed the tragic scenes, An Jianyou's expression changed slightly, and she pursed her lips.
"Mentor, what should we do?"
"First, secure the borders and plant the Beacon of Dawn to prevent the gray mist and eldritch entities from invading... Xiao Huan, continue transporting reinforcements."
With time pressing, An Jianyou and the others immediately rushed to the border.
The remaining mythological and demigod powerhouses in the central Holy Court also quickly organized personnel for self-rescue.
They had been completely stunned, fleeing in a daze, but the white-robed youth standing in the sky above the First Province was like an anchor, bringing a flicker of light to their pupils.
Someone was saving them.
How could they themselves fall into despair!
Some of these mythological and demigod realm experts also recognized the white-robed youth who had slain the Bone Demon Lord with thunderous might. He was the president of the Torch Organization, Mentor Torch! The strongest human!
They had not interacted with the outside world for decades, but that did not mean they knew nothing of it.
Especially the provincial governors who held great power.
The Torch Organization, in less than ten years since its emergence, had accomplished countless commendable deeds. They had initially disagreed with the title of 'strongest human' for the president of Torch, but at this moment, they only wished to shout: if such a being is not the strongest human, then who else could be?
This Mentor Torch was perhaps no less than the great First Pillar of Heaven tens of thousands of years ago.
Suddenly, with the fall of the Holy Lord, the erosion of the Grand Elders and more than half of the demigods, the Holy Court powerhouses, who had been like headless flies, finally found their backbone.
...
At this moment, Torch powerhouses were arriving, with more and more high-level, demigod, and mythological experts setting foot on this shattered land.
If Fang You were alone, even if he were ten, a hundred, or a thousand times stronger, he could not defend the vast Holy Court.
Destruction was possible, but protection was difficult.
The Holy Court's original defense system was built upon the supreme treasure 'Eternal Pure Land.' With the Eternal Pure Land now in trouble, the entire Holy Court became riddled with holes, and disasters erupted everywhere.
Ancient beings were also lurking in the shadows, observing.
The few ancient beings encountered earlier might have truly left, but there would be other covetous ancient life forms arriving.
However, as Torch reinforcements arrived one by one, the situation at the border quickly stabilized. With the Beacon of Dawn standing tall, emitting pure white radiance, forming a circle, it blocked the surging gray mist outside the luminous circle.
An Jianyou even took action, repelling an ancient life form that was coveting the territory, and forcefully slaying three high-level eldritch entities, scaring away many ancient beings who were lurking in the shadows.
Perhaps it was due to the large number of life forms gathered within the Holy Court, which greatly attracted the eldritch entities.
Under the surging gray mist, not only were there countless eldritch entities, but high-level eldritch entities also emerged one after another.
The remaining Holy Court powerhouses were terrified.
But Yin Luoxi, Xidina, and others' eyes lit up with bright radiance, like small coins – was this a crisis? No, this was all money! They needed a lot of resources to cultivate in the second level of the Time Secret Realm. Now that high-level eldritch entities were appearing, they were like greedy cats smelling delicious food, rushing forward impatiently.
Awoo—!
"The frequent appearance of high-level eldritch entities is indeed not bad news; the organization desperately needs divine essence."
"But the crisis is far from over."
The land was still shaking violently.
There were no living creatures left in the First Province, but the other twelve provinces had large populations of humans, ranging from a little over a billion to tens of billions.
Whether out of humanitarianism or for the benefit of Torch, he could not stand by and watch the lives of hundreds of billions of people come to an end.
Cities were cracking.
More and more buildings were collapsing.
Dust and smoke rose, filling the sky, and fires blazed everywhere.
However, the Holy Court could indeed call itself 'Little Candela,' with a wealthy and strong populace. The proportion of awakened individuals among ordinary people was very high, and awakened individuals above the non-human realm were everywhere.
And awakened individuals above the four awakenings and non-human realm could already demolish buildings.
The residents in these cities could still manage to save themselves. If the disaster did not continue to expand, at most they would need to rebuild the cities in the future, which was not a big problem.
However,
Crack—
In a certain city, a dark crack appeared on the road, spreading continuously. In the blink of an eye, it had spread for tens of kilometers, as if cutting the entire city in half.
Countless碎石 (suì shí - crushed stones) rolled down, and tall buildings collapsed, falling into the crack that looked like an abyss.
The situation was getting worse and worse.
An Jianyou had found the highest-ranking demigods in the Holy Court and inquired. However, these governors knew very little about how the Eternal Pure Land operated or how it maintained such a vast continent.
In other words, those demigods and mythological beings who understood the Eternal Pure Land well and were responsible for maintaining its operation and the Ark Project had either been eroded or had perished.
Not a single one remained.
These governors, who had not entered the core power circle of the Holy Court, were also desperate.
"It's over, it's over. Without the support of the Eternal Pure Land, the thirteen provinces of the empire will cease to exist, and the empire is doomed!"
"Even if the Eternal Pure Land can be restarted, the collapse of the continent has already begun and cannot be reversed."
"This may be fate!"
It was like a sandcastle that had been piled up. Once it began to collapse, it could not be stopped.
It could only be piled up again.
The time to pile it up again did not need to be long, but it would be measured in years. The time of collapse, however, was very short, perhaps a few days, half a day, or even less.
As expected, there was no hope.
Many mythological and demigod experts of the Holy Court slumped, filled with sorrow and despair.
"Useless!"
"It's not the last moment yet!"
Yin Luoxi scoffed. Their homeland was about to fall, yet instead of fighting for it, they had lost the will to fight. How had these individuals cultivated to the mythological or demigod realm?
She cast a cold glance at them and transformed into flames, flying outwards.
Leaving behind a dozen embarrassed demigod and mythological experts from the Holy Court.
They did not agree with Yin Luoxi's words. The young lady's thoughts were too naive. What should be done now was to rescue important facilities and gradually transfer a few valuable talents.
However, they dared not refute, not only because of the rescue by the Torch Organization but also because of Yin Luoxi's strength and status. They dared not say "no" to a great high-level being.
"But the continent of the Holy Court is indeed about to collapse."
...
Rumble—!
The collapse of the continent was becoming increasingly severe.
Mountains thousands of meters high tilted and fell into the endless abyss; entire cities completely vanished, leaving only a black hole-like maw.
"The momentum of collapse is indeed difficult to contain."
Fang You frowned. He had already found the treasure that could be considered the foundation of the world – the supreme treasure 'Eternal Pure Land.'
A supreme treasure that looked like a sand table.
Its origin was unknown; it was said to have been a hereditary possession of the Holy Court since ancient times. It possessed powers of protection, world, and purification.
It was a world-class supreme treasure.
One item, one mobile top-tier world.
While precious, the Pure Land itself had no offensive capabilities, only auxiliary and management functions. If a solitary expert obtained this treasure, they might not be able to exert even 1% of its power.
The Eternal Pure Land was slightly damaged, but not severely.
However, the 'lines' that originally extended from the Pure Land to stabilize the landmasses had mostly broken, with only a few dozen 'lines' remaining within the inner circle of the First Province.
This meant that the territory of the Holy Court would continue to collapse until only land the size of a ninth-level oasis remained.
"Shrink the scope to enhance the defense and stability of the Eternal Pure Land?"
How the Ark Project was to be carried out was unknown.
Nor was it a matter to be considered at this moment.
Fang You examined it, quickly analyzing this masterless supreme treasure with his own power.
"If I possessed the relevant authorities and my power was sufficiently strong, I could directly transform the 'Eternal Pure Land' into a vast continent and prop up the shattered land."
But his power was far from strong enough, nor did he possess authorities related to earth, world, or space.
And most importantly, the Eternal Pure Land was a masterless supreme treasure.
It was different from the 'Tower of Combat' and the 'Pavilion of Time.' The latter two were very special; he could use them without obstruction as soon as he drew them out, as if he had already refined and was familiar with them.
The Eternal Pure Land was not.
This supreme treasure was very unfamiliar to him. Refining it to a level of familiarity would take at least several months.
He did not have that much time.
Could he really only choose the lesser option, to transfer the people on this land? But there were hundreds of billions of residents in the twelve provinces, and outside was the vast gray mist. How many people could they transfer?
Not many.
"Earth..."
"World..."
"Stability..."
"Nothing is impossible; if it cannot be done, it is simply because the power is insufficient."
Fang You pondered, his gaze gradually becoming serious, his eyes like a clash of lightning and fire, illuminating the gray and somber sky.
...
The collapse of the continent was becoming increasingly severe. Rocks and soil shattered with a bang, turning into the smallest dust particles, drifting in the void's turbulent currents.
Space also visibly creased, and unhealable dark cracks spread across the skies of various provinces and cities.
The land was tilting, disappearing!
Whether it was the already dejected demigods of the Holy Court or the powerful beings from outside observing from afar, they all shook their heads.
In the past, the Candela dynasty collapsed.
Today, the Holy Court would also perish, leaving only history.
Demigod realm, high-level realm, and the stirring tenth realm, they all believed this.
They gazed at the white-robed figure.
Some sneered, some watched, some remained silent.
And some believed.
An Jianyou clasped her hands together, "Mentor will surely find a way."
She wielded the ten-thousand-meter-tall furnace golem, supporting the land that was about to tilt.
Yin Luoxi gazed at that figure, "Although I don't want to admit it, Mentor is much more powerful than me, and he will definitely find a way!"
Xing Jinglei's pupils reflected the upright figure, "Since Mentor is still standing there, it means... he has already thought of a solution, right?"
More panicked and helpless common people, drifting with fate, also gazed at the increasingly dazzling white figure in the distant sky.
Beneath was the broken land.
Above was the gray sky.
But he stood tall, supporting the world on the verge of collapse.
"The accumulation of power is almost complete."
The light and embers of faith from hundreds of billions, intertwined into countless brilliant rivers of light, had already illuminated the dim sky.
He was not alone.
"Red-tier skill 'Tree of Life,' loaded."
From Liu Shang.
"Shattered-tier Thick Earth Authority, loaded."
From Wei Bao.
Authority power merged into his body!
Billions of faith firewood burned fiercely!
Fang You reached out, palm facing up, a green fluorescence appearing.
The seeds of life stored within the Gate of Infinity flew out from the spatial ripples, transforming into thousands of green streams of light, flying to all parts of the continent.
They sank into the earth.
They took faith firewood and world power as nourishment.
They...
Rumble—
One hundred thousand! One million! Ten million! One hundred million! Countless ancient trees rose from the ground. Thick roots burrowed into the soil and spread in all directions.
"Rise!"
He said.
His voice thundered like a clap of thunder, rolling across the four directions.
His palm, covered in green fluorescence, tensed, trembling slightly as he slowly raised it, as if lifting billions of worlds.
Instantly,
The vibrating space calmed.
The tilting land froze.
The Holy Court's territory, shattered into thousands and tens of thousands of pieces of land, about to sink into the endless void, was as if being held up by a giant wooden hand, steady and unmoving.