The Eternal Palace then said, “It’s not worth it, forget about me, the people around you…” He saw Achuo following behind Hongyaotang and continued, “are more suited for you.” This time, he used a private message. Suyao, watching, quickly replied, “I understand, you want to protect me, but instead of hiding to live well, I’d rather be with you, what I want is a lifetime with you, not hiding behind you while you bear everything alone. Moreover, even if the whole world is against you, I still believe in you. Achuo, I only see him as a younger brother. The only person I’ve ever loved is Death.” After sending this message, there was no reply for a long time. In the empty bedroom, only the dim light of the computer screen remained, the background music rough and desolate, the Purple Night Plain under the white moon lively yet desolate, the fire crackling, blurring all faces, with an army of two hundred thousand at the city gates. What do you mean by disperse? They had held on until today, how could they disband without a fight? The long winds from thousands of miles away reddened everyone’s eyes. They were waiting; as long as the Eternal Palace gave the order, they were willing to fight to the death with those foolish armies, willing to consume resurrection potions until they died.
In this life, my only wish is for the Eternal Palace alone. The Eternal Palace raised his scythe. Three thousand followers gripped their weapons, emotions running high. Qinchuan pressed two keys, opening the city lord’s exclusive control panel in the game. What happened next, whether it was the followers of the Eternal Sect or the Yan-Xia allied forces, everyone would remember for the rest of their lives — no one could accept what they saw — Twilight of the Gods — the lord of the City of Rebirth — he — was a god.
The raised sickle gleamed with a crimson light. A gigantic blood-red hexagram descended from the purple sky—a sight never witnessed before, and never to be forgotten—the ultimate skill of the City Lord of the Rebirth City. In that instant, even the white full moon was cleaved apart, and a night of blood enveloped the city. Before the 200,000-strong army below the city could react, the stars had shifted within the city walls. Where the Longevity Palace stood, time was distorted, space was chaotic, and the divine order that flowed between heaven and earth was no more. With a single sweep of the sickle, all 3,000 followers, including those from the Red Medicine Hall and Ah Cao, were teleported to the outskirts of the wilderness, not one more, not one less. This skill, compared to Wang Shenmu’s Forest Maze, was even more impressive.
It was laughable that the 200,000 troops still stood foolishly under the city walls, ready to attack, not a single one thinking of escape. Qin Chuan sneered coldly to himself, “Truly well-trained dogs, bought with a hefty price and a month’s worth of training.” If Ji Canghai and Nan Bo Wan knew that these troops were soon to become cannon fodder, what would their expressions be?
When the startled believers came to their senses, they found themselves standing on the top of a high mountain, at the edge of the Purple Night Plains, right under the exit leading from the underworld to the human realm. On the land above, it must be the most beautiful dusk now… they thought dazedly.
As people looked back at Rebirth City, the blood-red hexagram in the sky had brought down a sea of flames.
The city, once a beast lurking in the darkness, which had inspired covetousness, reverence, awe, and fear, was now engulfed in a sea of fire. Countless palaces, temples, secret passages, ruins, and shrines wept in the legends of old, collapsing in the raging fires.
How many people cried themselves hoarse that night? The plains were now barren, the Rebirth City vanished from the human world. A city that hadn’t even begun its battle had already ended. The soldiers scorched by the flames; the 200,000-strong army finally crumbled before death. Some fled, some died, and those touched by the fires would suffer the pain of burns for three continuous months.
However, those who were burnt or logged off pretending to be dead were actually the luckiest in this battle of Rebirth City. When the last plaque on the city walls fell to the ground in the sea of fire, a massive hexagram from the sky crashed down with a thunderous roar!! The city lord’s panel, the control command, the final order—destroy the city.
Rebirth City, the underworld, he was once its guardian, and now he could become its destroyer. Though not a god, he could still shatter everyone’s illusions.
Whether love or hate, greed or admiration, all would now turn to ashes.
Ashes fluttered down, the underworld plains split apart, and from the sea of fire, cracks in the surface spread out at a speed too fast for the eye to follow. Even from the mountaintop, the Red Medicine Hall could see the earth crumbling into blocks, revealing a darkness so deep it seemed bottomless…
When all the dust settled, the ruins of Rebirth City and the 200,000 scattered, fleeing army were nowhere to be seen. By the time Wang Shenmu received the call from the technical department and logged in from his slumber, it was already too late. What lay before them was an unprecedented giant hole, centered where the city once stood, a dark chasm stretching nearly ten miles in all directions.
“The Pool of Rebirth…” The Lord of the East, standing on the opposite mountaintop, showed pain in his usually emotionless eyes for the first time. Had he… truly destroyed the city? The Pool of Rebirth beneath Rebirth City—a secret known only to him, the creator, and the Lord of Rebirth City, Changsheng Palace.
The Pool of Rebirth, without water, where one enters to be reborn, to be thrown into the cycle of reincarnation, where everything from the past—name, level, equipment, attributes, achievements, life, everything—was washed away into nothingness.
Was the greatest secret of the world, the back of the underworld, finally to be revealed?
The darkness in that hole was blacker than the abyss, as if all light had been swallowed. Seeing this heart-stopping scene, all the followers of Changsheng on the mountaintop gasped. What about those people? What about the 200,000-strong army? Had they all fallen in? Never to climb back out?
What lies beneath the underworld? Is it where the ancient gods fell?
Suddenly, Red Medicine Hall burst from the crowd, leaped off the cliff, rolled several times, ignoring the injuries from the fall, and ran towards the black hole. In a few swift actions, no one could stop him.
There stood Changsheng Palace, alone with his sickle, at the edge of the Pool of Rebirth. His handsome features were hidden in the shadow of his hood, and as he removed the sickle from his hand, people thought he was changing weapons. Instead, what fell at his feet were pieces of charcoal, jade, and metal fragments.
Someone finally murmured, “Disintegration!”
When luck is on your side, decomposing high-level equipment might randomly yield high-grade gems, but this largely depends on luck. Among the various merchants in the world, none earn money by decomposing equipment; the element of luck is just too significant. Essentially, people only decompose useless junk equipment. However, at the Eternal Palace, what are you — decomposing?!