C1111 Golden Shura!(2)

At this moment, the cosmic order of Ionodios seemed to be in the grasp of an unseen force, undergoing an enigmatic and profound transformation.

Divine Weapons, armors, and various artifacts, along with copper coins that had clearly sunk into the darkness, were now being pulled by another rule. One by one, they emerged from the Absolute Darkness, returning to their owners.

Those who had been separated from their items felt an initial sense of emptiness and loss, but upon witnessing the return of their familiar companions, they burst into excited dances.

A colossal Golden Throne, intricately carved with innumerable mystical patterns, ascended slowly into the sky, ensnared by countless strands of golden Divine Thunder.

As the throne ascended, it burst forth with a resplendent golden radiance, reminiscent of a golden sun breaking free from a sea of darkness.

It seemed as though it would recast the mountains and earth in gold, transforming the entirety of Ionodios into a fantastical realm of molten goldsteel.

Cultivators who had reached the Unbound state, akin to Green Willow, who had already touched upon the ultimate truth of the Way, keenly felt the shifting order of this world as the throne rose.

The venerable chairman of the Skyreach Consortium sat upon the throne, his golden eyes emitting a blinding light.

His gaze halted the advance of the absolute cold darkness, which was influenced by the Way of Heaven and could no longer stretch outward.

The encroaching darkness was momentarily halted by the dazzling golden light emanating from the Golden Throne, suspended in midair.

The formidable beings from various races, including human cultivators, who had feared imminent submersion, now took a momentary breath of relief.

Their eyes darted between the Blood King and President Lyi, still reeling from the shock.

One was the current leader of the Shura, whose Golden Chariot exuded an unmatched aura of slaughter, nearly piercing through the wall of Ionodios and into the starry sea beyond.

The other was the visionary head of the most expansive merchant group in the annals of the Everlands!

He was also the first to refine the Holy Mountain of Sunsilver in the Everlands. Despite failing to ascend to the primordial spirit, he survived and once again reached the pinnacle of the Unbound realm.

Their confrontation naturally captured the attention of all present.

"The Cosmic Order of this Domain has been meticulously arranged by me since I chose it. It bends to my will," President Lyi stated with unwavering composure, a smile gracing his lips. "Even you cannot act with impunity within Ionodios."

"Really?" Sabonis let out a low chuckle.

In the blink of an eye, his once diminutive frame expanded a hundredfold, transforming into a towering Golden Shura, as if forged from molten goldsteel. He landed on the Golden Chariot in an instant.

The appearance of the Golden Shura prompted all the Shura warriors from the Dark Realm to raise their arms and shout in unison.

Sabonis, now standing on the Golden Chariot, burst forth from the shadows.

Hovering above the Deathwing Lair, he gazed at President Lyi seated on the Golden Throne. His eyes, cold and unyielding, blazed like twin pools of golden magma.

"The Everlands' first Sunsilver Holy Mountain, birthed by the cosmos, you've managed to forge it into a throne. However..." Sabonis's voice trailed off, "It's a shame that the advancement of your primordial spirit has failed."

No sooner had he spoken than a myriad of golden and silver Divine Thunders shot up from the darkness beneath him.

The gold and iron, deep within the earth and influenced by his bloodline power, mingled with dozens of other metals, creating a massive vortex that devoured all the gold nearby.

The thousands of swords, armors, spears, and blades that had just taken flight were pulled back into the abyss.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Many who had tethered their weapons with their bloodlines and remnant souls now spat blood, collapsing to the ground, faces ashen.

Tong Laoqian was among them.

He plopped down, but as he was merely a Solar Spirit Body, he didn't bleed. Instead, he watched the fine cracks spreading across his chest and grumbled, "Will those two ever stop? They're locked in a contest of theurgy; why involve the rest of us?"

Yu Yuan glanced at him and remarked, "You're quite fortunate."

"Without Her Majesty's protection, you'd have lost more than a few copper coins. Your entire Solar Spirit Body would have been at the mercy of Sabonis, cast out from the Dissolving Fortress," added Tian Zang.

Both Yu Yuan and Tian Zang could see that Chen Qinghuang had been vigilant and ready the moment the coins scattered.

As President Lyi unveiled the Golden Throne and challenged the Blood King, Chen Qinghuang realized this was far from a simple confrontation.

The Dissolving Fortress had been covertly empowered, shielding both Sabonis and the Golden Chariot from detection. It drew the second wave of the assault.

"Could Boulderdawn be seeking a divine seat for President Lyi?" Chen Qinghuang slowly pieced things together. "Do they intend to use the death of the Blood King Sabonis to forge a Path to Godhood for President Lyi? With no Otherkin heritage and born in the Everlands, he should be incapable of breaking the divine position rules of the Everlands. What could Boulderdawn possibly gain from this?"

Tian Zang remained silent, a mere executor of orders, lacking a deep understanding of the God-King and thus unable to provide an answer.

Rip! Rip! Puff! Puff!

Simultaneously, broad beams of bloodlight pierced through Zhongli Dapan's divine body, as the Forgeroses' sect master, caught in a tumultuous temporal space, his Divine Visage swelling and contracting into a tiny seed, repeatedly countered a fearsome onslaught.

The Titan, initially towering at thirty feet, now surged to a colossal three hundred feet, his eyes ablaze with a dense crimson glow.

A sudden sea of blood materialized, flooding into the depths of his eyes, as if the extraterrestrial essence of vital energy had infused the Titan with boundless combat prowess.

"Grec!"

Zhongli Dapan, diminutive as a grain of dust, bellowed from another dimension, abruptly materializing amidst layers of warped space.

His Divine Visage, once spanning a thousand feet, was momentarily dispersed, revealing his true form.

He snarled at the Titan, now similarly diminished in size after shattering his Divine Visage, "Have you finally mustered the courage to face me?"

Outside, the blood sea that once blanketed the heavens and could envelop Ionodios had diminished by a third.

The vanished blood ocean had naturally been assimilated by the Titan, transforming into the power of the Great Demon God, Grec.

Yet, with the sea of blood still present, Grec could at any moment reclaim the power infused into the Titan, swiftly returning to the external world to drift away.

"Now that Sabonis has fully manifested, it's time I demonstrated my commitment," Grec, inhabiting the Titan, flashed a sinister smile at the Blood King aboard the Golden Chariot. "I'll support you from the rear. Go ahead and unleash your full might."

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