prynovel Chapter 1745 Final Chapter: Shore Crossing [90] "The last minute."
Chapter 1745 Final Chapter: Shore Crossing [90] "The last minute."
Chapter 1745 Final Chapter: The Shore Crossing [90]: "The Last Minute".
"Tap tap tap..." A series of footsteps echoed in the silent source point.
A group of the Radiant Mother Goddess followers who were searching for Su Ming'an had returned. When the elderly priest in the lead saw Su Ming'an, he made a hoarse gasping sound.
"Ah...this..." The old priest's eyes were filled with shock. Just as Xiao Ai thought they were about to attack, the old priest scrambled over, his movements devoid of dignity and filled with the fanaticism of a martyr.
"Hoo...hoo..." The old man's throat bobbed as he reverently pressed his forehead tightly against it.
Following closely behind, a second, a third… more and more believers flocked in like pilgrims, prostrating themselves around the roots of the giant tree. They murmured incoherent words, some confessing, some praying. They marveled at the inhuman power, submitting to the overwhelming pressure.
Some viewers feared Su Ming'an was a "monster," but no one understood true greatness better than these fanatical believers who dedicated their lives to God.
The old believer, a former priest, had witnessed the true form of the Radiant Mother Goddess—a magnificent and endless ocean of light, like gazing upon an unattainable, majestic mountain, filling him with nothing but awe and obedience. But the awe and vastness he felt at that moment paled in comparison to the presence before him.
Despite having absorbed the power of the Demon Mother Goddess to grow to this day, Su Ming'an possessed none of the Demon Mother Goddess's wickedness, desires, or darkness. He flowed like gentle moonlight, as vast and boundless as the earth itself. The old believer couldn't even understand why the "Child of God" had become like this, but this did not diminish his devotion.
In terms of sheer divine power, he was not as imposing as the Radiant Mother Goddess. However, the Radiant Mother Goddess's path was already clear and firm. This tree, on the other hand, resembled a seedling that had just broken through the soil.
—It is as if this tree does not only exist in this moment, but its roots have penetrated into infinite "possibilities". Every timeline that has not been set foot on, every future that has not been realized, is the potential direction for its growth.
The Radiant Mother Goddess represents the pinnacle of the gods, while the Pale Tree seems capable of shattering all pinnacles.
The old priest looked up, tears streaming down his face.
"You noble God, you can be stained with any color and go in any direction..."
……
[Absorption progress: 70%]
……
Wang Xingkong felt himself sinking.
In his excruciating pain, he dreamt of his mother.
During his days and nights on the Mingxi campus, he was like a wound-up top, spinning endlessly, with endless practice problems, exams, rankings, teachers' scoldings, and his parents' expectations... making it hard for him to breathe.
He once thought he never wanted to take the college entrance exam again, never wanted to study again. Why waste his youth on endless practice problems and exams when there are so many other things in life?
His mother gently patted his back, just like when she was a child, to lull him to sleep: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, there will never be enough problems to finish, we'll take it slowly."
Take it easy……
"But I don't have time to take my time anymore, Mom," Wang Xingkong choked up.
The person I'm waiting for hasn't come out yet.
I don't even know where the home I want to go is.
I was deceived by humans. They tricked me into believing that standing here would make me a hero, allowing me to go back and comfortably collect a lifetime's worth of prize money. I thought that just standing here for a while would mean my family would never have to live in cheap housing again, my hands wouldn't have to be soaked in cold water all day, and my father wouldn't have to leave early and come home late every day…
But they lied to me.
They lied to me...
Overwhelming sorrow and longing breached the dam of his dreams. Wang Xingkong wept silently, feeling his mother's worried gaze and her gentle hand lingering on his hair. This room, which held all his youth and pain, became the harbor his soul most longed to return to.
"Snapped."
A very faint sound, like a tear falling to the ground.
He wanted to find them.
Whether it's a pre-defined "parent" or a "parent" who may exist in some "real" dimension and gave him his initial life and name.
He wants to find them all.
Even just a glance is enough to know how they are doing.
His lungs were rotting, and he coughed up blood.
"Cough...cough cough cough...!"
"Mommy, Mommy..."
"Don't leave me, don't abandon me... It's so cold here, it hurts so much..."
……
within the source point.
The silhouette of the pale giant tree trembled violently in the black water, creating ripples.
Inner demons surge like a tide, and illusions are like a prison.
Su Ming'an absorbed the nutrients extremely quickly, even surpassing Xiao Ai's understanding. Just as his life was about to be elevated, he suddenly curled up in pain.
This step should have been for a higher dimension to discard humanity, memories, and warmth... But for Su Ming'an, he was unwilling to abandon these things, so an excruciating torment seeped from his palm, corroding him all at once.
They transform into wandering spirits, ghosts, skeletons, and the deceased, like inner demons, attempting to drag him into the abyss. As long as he dies, Isabelle, who has not yet lost consciousness, can be resurrected.
"Well--!"
A pair of cold, delicate hands suddenly reached out from nothingness and gripped the "neck" of Su Ming'an's consciousness.
Haru Mizushima whispered in his ear, "Saying you're an idealist is all a lie. I want to save the world, I want to save my sister. And you? Can you even get what you're chasing?... You're a hundred times more greedy than me, the one in power."
"If I had survived instead of you, I definitely would have done better..."
Su Ming'an's body was swelled with energy, making her stiff and unable to move. Her illusory hands, like iron clamps, kept tightening...
His face gradually flushed red, his body slowly went numb, but his gaze remained unwavering. Until, in a certain instant, her figure vanished.
The next moment, a tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed figure froze in front of him. Edward tilted his head, straightened his elegant collar, and walked slowly over, scrutinizing Su Ming'an. He said calmly, "Su Ming'an, are you really a hero? Look at yourself... you're practically a terrifying monster. The people you protect, do they love you or fear you? Once it's all over, will they lock you in a cage?"
"You say I'm controlled by the Alliance, a pathetic puppet. Walking this path, becoming a walking corpse, even if it means paying with my life in the end... Hah, where are you more clear-headed than me? Where are you smarter? Won't you be skinned alive and used to death by humans?"
"How many corpses lie beneath your feet on the road you've walked? Do you dare to face their resentment?"
"Splash—!!!"
It was as if the gates of hell had been opened completely, and mountains of corpses and seas of blood materialized. Countless lives that had perished because of his direct or indirect choices crawled out one after another—the undead in the instance, the soldiers on the battlefield, the enemies he had personally executed, the innocent people he failed to save... The bones were jagged, the flesh was mangled, and there was no end to it.
They howled, extending countless bony claws, like persistent water ghosts climbing up layer upon layer, grabbing every gleaming white tentacle, hugging the growing tree trunk, and even trying to tear through the bark and burrow into its fragile interior.
weight.
Unparalleled weight.
The weight of guilt, the weight of regret, the weight of death.
"Monster...you monster!!"
Countless bone claws gripped his "neck," "torso," "arms," and "legs"... covering his face and crushing his bones...
The pain of having one's soul slowly torn apart.
The pain of having one's cognition violently challenged.
The light flickered intensely and erratically, like a candle burning in the wind; this was a sign that the soul was reaching its limit.
He remained steadfast with his eyes closed throughout.
Like the silence in the eye of a storm, like a rock beneath the deep sea.
"I want to...move forward."
That was the only thought left in my mind.
Edward said his obsession had driven him mad, so be it. He was afflicted with a fatal disease, defying the instincts of life, and walking headlong toward death—a disease that transcended the physical.
He vaguely realized that the thirteen rounds of the game at the source point were indeed "trials," a series of trials that honed his self, his true self, his ideals, and his beliefs. If he hadn't gone through those thirteen rounds, facing these inner demons now, he would have thought of Su Qi's death, and he would have hesitated amidst the countless voices in the comments. However, he had already experienced the vote of the deceased in the game, and the inner demons before him could not make him back down.
This most difficult inner demon in the higher dimensions of ascension cannot stop him.
The last trace of impurity was burned away.
The last vestige of "humanity" was sealed away.
If one becomes a higher dimension, all that remains is instinct and one's fellow human beings. Even after becoming a higher dimension, he was no different from before. His instincts were his ideals, and his companions were simply the people he cared about.
Fearless, and without running away.
The pain of dying a thousand times made him know who he was even in the face of such agony.
……
[Absorption progress: 90%]
……
Outside, before the abyss.
"Hold the line! Activate shield skills! Activate invincibility!"
"—Hold on in close combat! Hold on!"
"—No, anything with a combat power below three thousand will dissolve upon contact, it's too fast..."
"--Damn it, He killed so many! He's just...too strong!!!"
Above the heavens, a blinding golden radiance stretched for billions of feet, like countless spears of light piercing the sky and earth, fiercely nailing themselves into the ground. Scorched earth, corpses, bloodstains, ruins... all impurities and discoloration were quickly washed away by the rising sun.
As if the earth's crust were being kneaded by a giant hand, the continental plates shifted under the will of the gods. Centered on the enormous fissure where the abyss lay, the scorched earth cracked inch by inch, spewing crimson magma from the fissures.
On the earth, ant-like creatures continuously gather.
Commanders from various guilds, teams, and races give real-time commands.
Ward of the Holy Cross Judgment, Ellie of the Air Force, Fang Yuanyi of the Remote Control Legion, the strategists sent by the Combined Regiment… familiar and unfamiliar faces stood at the center where signals converged most frequently. As far as the eye could see, the crowd stretched to the horizon, merging with the setting sun, countless in number.
At the forefront, heavily armored warriors stood shoulder to shoulder, shields stacked upon each other, forming metal barriers. Behind them, mages, warlocks, archers, musketeers, shamanic formations… all ranged and spellcasting units were arranged according to their range and attributes. Arcane magic, hymns, shadows, arrows, bullets… all sorts of different powers shot out, forming a dazzling ocean of light.
In the sky, there were griffin riders, dragon riders, magical airships, steam-powered flying machines, elemental spirits... Between the formations, support professions moved busily, priests and druids showered down healing light rain, engineers and alchemists reinforced the temporary magical barriers, and bards sang aura war songs.
It resembles a colossal, primordial beast crouching in a post-apocalyptic landscape, composed of countless tiny individuals, gazing up at a pure golden sky.
Standing in the array, player Ellie felt suffocated.
It's not that you can't breathe, but rather a kind of suppression stemming from the instinct for life, as if the whole world is shrinking. This is the tremor that lower-dimensional life cannot escape when facing higher dimensions.
"—I can't hold on any longer!" Rolga spat out a mouthful of blood, pressing his shield firmly against the ground. The shield sizzled and burned under the golden light, as fragile as paper.
“We… are being… targeted by the world…” An elven archer knelt on the ground, her connection with nature forcibly severed, and she coughed up blood.
—As time went on, the power of the "Creator" grew stronger and stronger. The whole world rejected outsiders.
The air became thick and sticky, making it difficult to breathe; magic flowed sluggishly, greatly reducing the power of skills; even their bodies became heavy, as if the whole world was suppressing them.
Above the heavens, at the source of the radiant light that descended billions of feet, the core of the rift—a slender humanoid figure—was becoming increasingly solidified. Surprisingly, while most gods are of bizarre and grotesque form, the Radiant Mother Goddess, about to descend upon the world, was in human form.
Smoke and dust whistled in the gale, and yellow sand lashed against armor with a clanging sound.
The world lost its color, only the army formation remained as solid as iron.
—When "He" looked down, golden light descended.
Like the liquefaction of the heavens, transforming into billions of tons of molten golden slurry, it pressed down unstoppably.
"—Damn it, we can't let that thing crush us!" Ward realized this instantly.
Once the golden light descends, the earth, along with all those struggling, will be washed back to its original state. Scorched earth, blood, corpses, demonic energy, light, will... all impurities will evaporate like morning dew in the golden torrent.
The world's repulsive force reached its peak, the air became as viscous as lead and mercury, and the magical brilliance in the hands of many ranged professionals dissipated before it could even take shape, suffering a backlash and collapsing to the ground.
A magnificent ocean of light slowly descended, illuminating countless faces—some resolute, some fearful, some bewildered—as if they were about to be completely wiped away by the golden tide in the next instant.
Countless people desperately unleashed their skills, trying to slow down the golden light bit by bit, but it was like throwing stones into the sea.
"Stop it!"
"Damn it, we can't stop it!"
"It's still falling! It's still sinking!"
Just when things were at their most critical moment.
"—This place is not for you to define, Klitschko." Several figures suddenly appeared as if splitting open the primordial chaos.
Golden light flowed around Su Lin's raised wings, and raging flames engulfed the sky, making him appear like a god standing tall and upright in a pillar of light. He raised his right hand, palm up, as if to lift something up.
"Bang! Bang bang bang—!!!"
The golden slurry collided with the divine force field, unleashing devastating ring-shaped shockwaves that tore the remaining clouds in the sky to shreds like cotton candy.
In the east, a dark figure rose.
Lu Shu stood in the sky, his white hair like a waterfall, his black robe fluttering. He raised his right hand, and a deep, ink-black blade rose from in front of him, flying towards the sky with his finger movements, transforming into a huge blade.
On the other side, the dragon's roar heralded the dawn.
"hold head high--!!!"
Ian's body instantly swelled, his dragon eyes burning with blazing white flames. He roared and poured all his power into his outstretched wings!
His wings transformed into two shields that blotted out the sky, bursting forth with dazzling starlight. He arched his dragon body, bearing the weight of the heavens on his back, and fearlessly crashed into the descending tide of golden light!
Using oneself as a fulcrum, one can shoulder the weight of this vast sky!
Aini sat on Ian's paws, his face pale. He had abandoned all the fancy techniques of "the mysteries of fire" and used his honed elemental control to supply Ian with the purest fire power.
He understood, he completely understood... The so-called "essence of fire" is not about manipulating flames into various fancy shapes, nor is it about displaying a fearsome visual impact... but rather a pure, refined flame, a flame that can truly bloom!
It is not a fire for killing enemies, but a fire for protecting!
The people on earth knew that they had to rely on them.
"Hold on for the last minute!!!" Ward roared hoarsely.
They all saw it through the live stream chat: Su Ming'an said it would take ten minutes, so they believed he could absorb the Demon Mother Goddess in ten minutes! Now a full nine minutes have passed, and there's only one minute left!
They held on until the very last minute!
With mortal bodies, we unite the will of all living beings to resist the gods who represent the original order of the world!
They await their dawn emerging from the eternal darkness.
"Hold on for the last minute!" Lin Yin roared into the walkie-talkie.
"Last minute!" Ellie gazed into the distance and gave the order to her squad members.
"Come on, come on..." Xining stopped his motorcycle and roared with Qiuqiu as they stood on the edge of the abyss.
"Hold on, this is the last one!" Ward roared, commanding the vast army of mages.
At the World Lord's Palace, red-haired photographer Zhao Yuan stumbled out, clutching a newspaper, her face still smudged with soot from the flames. She heard the shouts coming from the communicator.
"—Hold on for the last minute!!!"
Standing on the ruins, she stared blankly at the golden sky bathed in the glow of the sunset. For a moment, she thought it was a summer sunset on a planet called Zhai, warm and radiant.