Chapter 1049: Short Life Burns Brilliantly (W-Word Update)

What is real life?

Fire.

A prairie fire was ignited, and the Busot Plain turned into a blazing sea of ​​fire. The red light shone, and the sky was reflected in a bright red.

A child stood in the center of the plain. The flame was his plaything, and the fierce flame was his servant. He ignited the endless parasitic magic plants of "weeds" that had been entangled on the Busot Plain, and burned all the insect and mouse magic beasts that were living in them to ashes.

He was worshipped as a god by the farmers of the Busot Plain with a confused look on his face. The burning royal blood foreshadowed the emergence of a future strong man, and the child's parents also looked at him with complex and expectant eyes.

Everyone had expectations for the future, but only the child felt confused and uneasy.

Those lush shrubs, those vibrant lives, those complex and exquisite caves and nests, those exquisite symbiotic systems, were all destroyed by him with a little flame. Obviously, the life of this plain is so bright and so green, but it was turned into nothingness by himself.

Yes. This is necessary. People need to cultivate land, crops, and live, so they need to destroy other lives.

The farmers cheered and worshiped because the flames burned the weeds and fertilized the land, and there would be a good harvest next year. The father was also excited because of his talent. They had the hope of returning to the royal blood.

The lives were destroyed, and the flames were so bright. It seemed that the greatest meaning of life was the brilliance of destruction.

"Father, why do you want to burn so many lives?"

"Because these are weeds and pests. If we want to survive, we have to kill them."

"What is the difference between us? If others want to live, can they also kill us?"

"Well... because we have thoughts. We are human beings with thoughts?"

Even the child's father found it difficult to answer this question. He had no culture. Although he had royal blood, it had become quite thin after several generations. He attached great importance to this child who had returned to his ancestral blood, so he would think seriously: "If I have to say, we are more important than these weeds and mice."

"As for others who want to kill us, we will kill them too."

It's all the same.

In the middle of the pitch-black plain, in the endless ashes, the child looked up at the sky. The sun shone on everything, not changing because of the movements of any creature on the earth, not flickering because of anyone's worship and cheers.

For it, everything that happened on the earth must be the same.

No matter who survived or who died, the sun would not be brighter or darker.

"Boring."

He whispered to himself.

Dastyr Absalom was born in a basin plain surrounded by mountains. Since childhood, he lived with his father, who was a forest manager. As a marginal royal blood, his father did not even have the opportunity to gain greater power as a test subject. He could only manage farmers and hunters in this remote mountain area and be the master of the mountain beasts.

Since childhood, Dastyr has seen many different kinds of life and grew up in the vibrant nature.

But he could not feel the "real feeling of being alive".

Monkeys wandered in the woods, looking for food all day long. The monkey king led the tribe, avoided powerful enemies, allocated resources, and then left offspring, day after day, like a machine.

There are even monkeys who are driven by the monkey king all their lives, and cannot even leave offspring throughout their lives, and can only work hard for the tribe until death... They search, eat, sleep, cycle day and night every day, and as time passes, they eventually turn into corpses and dry bones, losing all traces left in the world.

Is this living?

What about the farmers on the plains after leaving the jungle? Those old farmers with calloused hands and feet, they have been farming and harvesting all their lives, they have been working in the soil all their lives, reclaiming more land. They left offspring, and their offspring are also farmers, day after day, year after year, and eventually the entire Busot Plain became the arable land of Feiyan Land, and they still have the same amount of land as farmers, and the same amount of harvest and tax revenue.

Yes, a mutated weed and a rat plague of atavism can invade the entire Busot Plain back to its original appearance-the reclamation of farmers for decades was restored to its original state overnight.

In the end, he burned it to ashes.

Back and forth, nothing has changed.

So, what is the difference between monkeys in the jungle and humans on the plains?

Where is the human thought, human wisdom, and human sense of life?

Because of Dustyr's amazing talent, their family was called back to Yanyuan Land, and his father became a warrior of Feiyan Land, obeying his great-grandfather, the twelfth son of the current Yanyuan King.

His father was extremely happy because it was his honor and a great opportunity - Dustyr's growth required resources, which could not be obtained in the Busot Plain in the countryside. Only by becoming a warrior of Feiyan Land and fighting between life and death could he obtain them. He never doubted his child's potential. As long as he grew up, his flames would attract the attention of the whole world.

The young child watched the warriors leave the palace, watching the warriors leave the palace one by one. They were his father, uncle and uncle. These heirs of the king who had royal blood and seemed to be more noble than farmers and hunters were no different from the driven monkeys and the worker bees leaving the nest. If they want to get more food, power and treatment, they have to make meritorious deeds.

They fought hard. The warriors of Feiyandi fought with Far Shore Island, the Seven Cities Alliance, the Empire, and their own people in Feiyandi. Although Absalom and Nirmasas were actually one, there were still huge disputes within.

The child understood all this. He waited for his father's return in his mother's arms, waiting for him to step through the door frame.

But his father did not come back. The man died brilliantly.

According to the only surviving uncle, the man used his life to hold back a knight commander of the empire, allowing the constructed knights to pour out firepower that was enough to flatten the mountains, leaving the opponent with fatal injuries.

Worth it. They said. Life should burn brilliantly like this, and the man is worthy of the blood of Yanyuan.

Really? The child thought so. Is life really supposed to be used like this, just a moment of brilliant burning?

Looking at the black and white photos of his father, listening to his mother's crying, and the praise and flattery of others, the child recalled the days when his father took him walking and laughing in the jungle.

Those days, those days...

Those days, just like the field that he had set on fire when he was young, all the green and life turned into nothingness, and eventually lost all color under the scorching flames and turned into ashes.

Due to his father's contribution, Dustyr grew up smoothly. As a teenager, he had enough strength to become a warrior of Feiyandi.

He went on missions with his brothers, sisters, uncles, and uncles, and accepted the dispatch of King Yanyuan together. They assassinated enemy leaders, attacked the rear, confronted head-on, or sneaked into the enemy's territory as a special operations team during the war... They collected intelligence, stole precious materials, and defeated difficult colleagues.

Of course, they would also eradicate the monsters in the territory and eliminate the bandits in the country. They would suppress the rebellious civilians and fight against natural disasters.

The warriors of Feiyandi, the descendants of King Feiyan...They were like a huge beehive, everyone was running for the king, and most people, throughout their lives, were just worker bees fighting for the hive.

Dustyr was just bored with all this.

The task he most often chooses is to kill people. For him, this is no different from setting the plains of Busot on fire. He has killed many people, the elite warlocks of Far Shore Island, the heavy-armored swordsmen of the Seven Cities Alliance, the elite knights of the Empire... He often chooses those opponents who seem to be the most difficult, and then returns alive every time.

Mortals often say that there is great terror between life and death, and some say that there is great excitement between life and death. No matter who you are, you can find the meaning of your life from it.

But for him, there is no fear or pleasure between life and death. He kills people like setting fire to weeds, and there is no difference between enemies and weeds. They will all turn into ashes and nourish the earth, and the world will not change.

Monkeys are still monkeys, farmers are still farmers, Feiyandi is still the king ruling the warriors, and the nobles are ruling the people. The sun will not be brighter or darker because of this.

Where is the real feeling of being alive? How bright is it that people can kill other lives at all costs just to make themselves live a few more days?

Why do I... exist in the world?

He was called the Undead of the Flame Abyss, the ashes of Busot. As he killed more and more enemies, his fame grew, until the King of the Flame Abyss cast his eyes, was surprised by his talent and strength, and gave him the final test.

That time, Dastyr met an unkillable person for the first time.

He could not be killed no matter what. He would heal if he chopped with a sword, and regenerate if he burned with fire. The more he attacked, the tougher he became, and the more he burned, the more thorough he became.

He was skilled and powerful. When facing him, Dastyr felt the "real feeling" of his own death for the first time.

Yes, yes! That's the feeling!

Why do I want to live? There must be a reason, there must be an answer!

His flames became more intense, and Dastyr was like a fire storm sweeping across the world, scorching this unkillable enemy - he burned his own life, destroying, damaging and igniting at all costs.

He wanted to turn everything into ashes.

But that person always stood firm.

Savaga Nirmasath. The genius of Tengshadi, the strongest of the younger generation of Nirmasas bloodline.

His strong will and strong regeneration ability are enough to counter the flames of Dastyr.

"Isn't it painful?"

The man asked at that time: "You are burned by me like this, what makes you insist on living?"

"Feiyandi needs me."

The shell has turned into charcoal, and the dark man walked out of the flame storm, his tired eyes were very firm: "Dastyr, can't you hear Feiyandi crying?"

Cry?

Cry?

At this moment, the flames rising in the man's heart, which wanted to burn everything, stopped.

He turned around, the man turned around, the boy turned around, the child turned around, and looked back at his past.

Yes. No matter who it is, they are crying.

Those monkeys, those farmers, the burned land, those plants and monsters that were turned into ashes by themselves, those people who can't change their life trajectory throughout their lives, their fathers, mothers, and even all the lives in this world.

Everything has turned into ashes without hope because of the bleak future.

That’s why it’s so boring.

Tears, tears flow in the world. Although speechless and without substance, this silent river of tears flooded the entire world. People killed each other, destroyed and destroyed each other. It was because of the fear that these tears would fall on themselves that they created more tears.

This cycle day after day, year after year, is a ring that strangles people's necks, an unbreakable reincarnation, in which all living beings in the world flow endlessly, but in the end, in the end...

In the end, they will all turn into ashes.

So that's it. Dustyr suddenly understood that he had known the meaning of his life for a long time. He would eventually turn into ashes, and he could not change anything. This was the meaning of his life.

That's why he wanted to burn, to burn everything, that inexplicable anxiety, that silent desire, that desire to do something but couldn't do it, and the desire to destroy it would appear.

That's why he felt bored.

"Feiyandi doesn't need you."

Feeling bored, he stopped. The man with red eyes turned his head and said, "You can't change Feiyandi either."

"Maybe." The dark shadow said, "But I can even endure your flames, so maybe I can endure this lightless night."

Defeated Savaga - maybe. In short, Dustyr, who returned alive, became the crown prince of Yanyuandi and asked him to start handling state affairs.

Becoming the crown prince, this unexpected position did not make Dustyr feel anything special. He thought that this job, similar to the monkey king and the leader of the bee colony, where he could send people to die continuously and instruct others to do anything, would make him feel excited and satisfy the silent desire in his heart... But on the contrary, his soul was even more thirsty, like a burning flame, and there was no relief.

It will eventually go out. What is the difference between the king and the people?

And what followed was a full-scale war with the empire.

War. A collective burning, a destruction of conformity. Dustyr was not interested in this at all. This was the most boring thing for him.

However, he found that it was not the case for other people in Feiyan Land.

The old farmer heard the horn of war and his hunched body straightened up. There was light in his eyes, and he began to send his sons and grandsons to the army.

All the poor families in Feiyan Land responded to the war enthusiastically. The huge momentum and surging enthusiasm made Dustyr's flames look inferior.

Why?

"Because life is like a flame, it needs to burn to shine."

The great-grandfather of this generation of Yanyuan King answered: "We are like the best firewood, born to burn that day, but these mortal people, if there is no war, if there is no great event to change the world, when will they have the opportunity to burn, when will they be able to shine their own flame?"

"But, how can they shine in war..."

Dastyr murmured: "They will all be burned by the fire of war..."

"Can they shine without war?" Yanyuan King said: "You have killed so many people, why are you still so emotional? Dastyr... Don't have extra sympathy. In the final analysis, we, the kings who seem to be high above, and these seemingly humble people, are the same firewood under the sun."

"We will eventually turn into ashes."

Yes.

Whether it is war or peace, whether it is king or people, they are all the same things after all, things that disappear once they are ignited, and things that no longer exist after death.

In this case, it is better to burn, burn fiercely.

Brief life burns brilliantly

So, Dastyr saw it.

He saw that in order to counter the Empire's offensive and crack the storm spell set up by the Empire in the Great Desert, the scholars of Feiyandi tried their best to calculate and overcome difficulties. The knowledge they had learned for decades was now burning, turning into flames and illuminating the entire war room.

In a month, they completely conquered the Empire's defense array, stopped the storm, and destroyed the twelve semi-permanent fortresses in the Great Desert.

They cheered and jumped for joy, even if some people fell ill due to overwork, because in this month, both Feiyandi and the Empire were amazed by their knowledge, and their names would be recorded in history and shine.

This month is their real life. Except for this month, their lives before and after are so bleak.

Dastyr saw that a general of Nirmasus personally led the team to assault the reinforcements of the Seven Cities Alliance. The rapid march of that day and night was beyond everyone's imagination and was a great success. The Seven Cities Alliance army, which was attacked from both ends, was defeated. Even if only one in ten of the assault troops survived, they were all cheering for the arrival of victory.

The glory of this day and night illuminated everyone's life. Even if all the young soldiers were old decades later, when they were gray-haired and their teeth were loose, they would be proud of the light of this day and mourn for their compatriots who died gloriously.

There are many more. Dastyr looked around the entire battlefield.

There were too many lights.

He saw that one of his cousins ​​fought a decisive battle with a strong man from the empire. When he was already showing signs of defeat, he tried his best to exchange his injuries for his life. The reversal in just three seconds and the moment of mutual destruction were the condensation of everything in his past life.

He saw that there were also deserters on the battlefield. A couple left the battlefield hand in hand. They disguised themselves as civilians and returned to Feiyan Land, hiding in the mountains to live.

In the three months before they were discovered, they used all their strength to love each other, to spend the peaceful days that they knew would not last long, and to burn their own glory before the trial.

They all found it.

They found the ‘real feeling of being alive’.

What about me?

Dastyr thought so.

At the end of the war, he, the crown prince, and even the fifth energy level of Feiyandi had to appear.

He killed and burned all the way, but even when he was besieged by the three major knights of the empire, Dastyr still did not find that feeling, the feeling that he really wanted to live and ignored death and burned.

At this moment, Dastyr envied those ordinary people from the bottom of his heart.

He envied.

Why can these people easily find the ending they want? Why do I always feel unwilling in my heart? Why do I always feel that this world is so boring, such a boring reincarnation is not worth it for me to burn my life!

In the end, he became the king. Even, he became the heir of the blood of the top seat.

[You are the young generation, the most powerful Absalom]

The King of Flying Flame of the Rock Sacrifice handed the inheritance treasure to Dustyr and left his own advice: [You are the most powerful, as long as you can find your wish... you can shine brighter than anyone else]

My wish...

[I want to break this reincarnation] Before the death of the previous king, he whispered: [I want everyone to burn forever and shine forever]

This world is too boring, the weak are always weak, and the sacrificed are always sacrificed.

All those with blood are like grass, waiting for the day of withering and burning.

Life is a seed, life is a weed.

Weeds burn in the flames of destruction, seeds sprout in the ashes of time, and a person's long and boring life will eventually turn into a short and brilliant flame. That moment of light, that moment of flame, is the meaning of life.

Besides, it's all ashes.

And now.

It's now!

Amidst the wind and thunder, the King of Ashes stepped from the past to the present!

He finally understood what was bothering him!

Those things that he couldn't change, those things that were solidified and couldn't change, those weak ones could only be weak, and those strong ones could only be strong forever, those classes and destinies that were as immutable as rocks, made him feel boring and suffocated!

Weeds can only be burned, civilians can only kneel; monkeys obey the monkey king, people are mediocre all their lives, and they can't leave their names whether they are alive or dead!

People's personalities were taken away by the wind, and their faces were covered by ashes. They clearly called themselves human beings with thoughts, and animals that were higher than other animals, but in the end they were like reeds, like the nameless bees, waiting to turn into ashes on this tiny planet!

And now! Everything is broken!

Staring at those blue eyes, the white-haired prophet, the one who broke all the things that were taken for granted, trampled all destinies under his feet, and broke through reincarnation!

The awakened King of Ashes laughed and stepped forward, stepping towards a different sun.

That arcane path, that perpetual motion machine, this changed world, this Feiyan land that has shaken off the past corruption and has hope again... and those popular fifth-level bloodlines, all of which are things he can see but cannot do or change.

Humans imprisoned on the planet may be able to move further.

And these can only be done by the person in front of him, only Ian Yinfeng.

If it were him, maybe even the sun's light would change for him, shine for him, and extinguish for him!

And he now needs himself as his enemy.

How lucky!

How refreshing!

So it's now, it's now!

——Now, he's going to punch!

The endless flames expanded, and each step expanded ten times more than the previous step. After five steps, the brilliant light like the sun burst out from the King of Ashes.

And a god of the abyss, who seemed to have stepped out of the core flames, also raised his fist several kilometers long and was about to smash it down on the prophet in front of him!

[Unextinguishable Flame Spirit] is a mantle flame life, a rare pure thermal energy life. Unlike the optical magnetic life Sun Bird born in the sun, the high-energy particle flow that constitutes the Unextinguishable Flame Spirit will rise and fall in the mantle layer with the movement of the core, and will never leave the lava area throughout its life.

They are the eternal flame that never extinguishes and never dies, but they are also shackled with the name of life and can never leave the high-temperature waves and lava.

Naturally, they cannot break through the crust, come to the outside world, see the starry sky... and go to the universe.

Unless a volcano erupts.

Unless death.

Just like humans, because they will die, they have memories and desires.

——I want to defeat you, or be defeated by you.

——The short life burns brilliantly, this is the meaning of my life.

So that's it... At this moment, I am considered "alive"!

The fist of the King of Cinders at this moment fell like a meteorite, and the huge golden-red high-temperature flame turned into a vortex, pouring and spinning towards Ian - since the confrontation just now, the King of Cinders has been accumulating strength. At this moment, the power of his explosion is greater than that of hundreds of volcanic eruptions. When it hits the surface, it can not only completely destroy half of Feiyan Land, but also cause obvious tremors in the entire Terra continent.

When this fist, as big as the collapse of mountains, fell, the people who were originally standing on Mount Hunai could no longer see its full appearance. There were only the protruding lava and iron crystals, and the crisscrossing textures.

The world-destroying meteorite seemed not as good as this punch.

The chrysalis on the side stared at this scene.

This is the ultimate form of the King of Ashes. He finally got rid of the "boring" that entangled his life, found the "change" he wanted, and could burn his life with all his strength. Although he did not do it himself, and even the person who did it was his "enemy", only mortals would care about such trivial matters.

The world is changing, all shackles and reincarnations are broken, civilization will be sublimated, farmers' children can no longer be farmers, monkeys may not be without names, the sun's glory will flicker because of one person, and the burning flame...

maybe it will not turn into ashes.

But, the next moment, the chrysalis suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Because Ian Yinfeng also punched.

At this moment, the entire Xunai Mountain collapsed, and concentric cracks appeared on the ground, collapsed, and crisscrossed like spider webs, and a blazing red-gold light lit up in the cracks.

The earth shook, and the violent and mighty magnetic light and terrifying gravity rose from the ground, making all humans and all lives in most of Feiyan Land feel a moment of "weightlessness".

Then, the blue-gold geomagnetic fist, with endless gravity, faced the full-spirit fist of the King of Ashes head-on!

It was night at this moment, but even in the daytime, people all over the Terra continent could see that a bright and warm sun was blooming in the southwest of the world!

Ordinary people could not understand the meaning of this light. Although this light was bright, it did not carry a trace of heat. It was shining but it would not hurt people's pupils to look directly at it. And this light rose higher and higher, higher and higher, until the light broke through the atmosphere and was refracted by the entire Terra atmospheric ecosystem into a rainbow aurora, and then penetrated into the virtual world!

The strong men stared at the light in amazement, because they saw it... King Cinder's full-spirit punch was actually knocked back by the Silver Peak Prophet with the same punch, and turned into a meteor!

"You are now burning brightly and living wholeheartedly - this is good, and in the future, everyone in the world should be as awakened as you."

"But King Cinder, I am also alive, wholeheartedly, burning for my dreams and desires."

And in this endless flow, running through the material world and the virtual world, the prophet who was also going all out said solemnly: "For more than ten years, I have been living like this, burning my life, life after life."

"You have been confused for a lifetime, and awakened for a moment, how can you beat me!"

A punch knocked King Cinder away. At this moment, in the virtual world, there was a silver sun shining behind Ian, thunder and lightning on the Chongling Armor, and infinite computing power penetrated his soul. The prophet who was going all out did not hold back at this moment, and the module that controlled magnetism and gravity of the Steel Pioneer was burning in the area where his heart used to be.

Flying up, he beat the King of Ashes into the virtual realm. It was difficult for the world to see the details of the battle between the strong, but even across a world, there were mountains shaking, flames burning the sky, and endless source energy gathered into clouds, among which there were thunders like trees, snakes, and dragons, crisscrossing and falling, turning into a thunderstorm like a waterfall.

In the virtual realm, the King of Ashes was defeated by a punch, but he was not annoyed at all. He laughed and continued to move forward. Infinite flames rose from his heart and turned into eight arms and eight fists. Each punch came from a different direction, with different strengths, different moves and meanings, and completely wrapped Ian.

But Ian retracted his fist and turned it into a palm. He had previously mobilized the power of the Absalom Mountain Plate under the Feiyan Land to defeat the King of Ashes' full-spirit heavy punch with a head-on collision. Now in the virtual realm, he can naturally condense the full-spirit heart of the Heart of Terra to suppress the King of Ashes' eight-armed strange skills.

He pressed down with his left hand, and the terrifying gravitational magnetic force pulled the left side of the King of Ashes' attack downward, while his right hand stood up and transformed into a sword, condensing the etheric blade, to penetrate the King of Ashes' attack and go straight to his heart.

The original state of the Unextinguished Flame Spirit was a high-energy particle life, and it was not affected by gravitational skills at all, but the King of Ashes was a human transformation after all, and it was affected by magnetism even if it was not gravitation, so his body was exposed when it tilted, but he didn't care at all. His left hand was entangled and turned into a spiral spear, and then into a high-energy particle beam spear, which was accelerated to sub-light speed and shot out directly.

The sword light and the spear beam intertwined and collided with each other, and infinite energy shot out. The etheric subspace blade that tore everything apart and the particle beam that was enough to crush all material states crushed everything, and the subspace was wiped out.

This time, Ian took the advantage again. Thanks to Huaiguang's gift, his super-time and space perception was stronger than that of the King of Ashes. The two sides predicted each other's future and fought billions of times in an instant. In the end, Ian forced the King of Ashes back with his rich experience as a prophet, and he had to retreat and give in.

At this moment, the etheric shocks from both sides penetrated the virtual world and the material world, shattering all the mountains, forests and land in their path.

The material world was fine, because the chrysalis did not want to be involved in the battle in which the King of Ashes sublimated to the utmost and realized the meaning of his own survival. In addition, one of them had to protect Feiyan Land, so he had been suppressing the aftermath. Only the area around Mount Xunai was unlucky and was completely shattered, while other places were fine, with only frequent earthquakes of magnitude 5 or 6.

And the Void Realm was miserable. When the King of Ashes, who had taken a step back, stepped forward again, his flames became more blazing and more wanton and violent. When Ian and the King of Ashes fought head-on again, the already dilapidated Void Realm of Feiyan Land was turned into a sea of ​​​​molten lava, with raging storms and tsunamis.

When the power of the strong intertwined and the endless aftermath collided and rippled, the running lava tsunami was also shattered in the air, and from time to time it was hit to pause, reverse, deform, and even directly turned into smoke and dust, rising continuously and straight into the sky.

And during the battle, Ian felt the specialness of the King of Ashes.

He... didn't seem to die.

The fifth energy level will die. This may be nonsense, but this sentence is worth saying carefully, because the power of a fifth energy level when it dies is enough to crush the entire Terra civilization. If he wants, he can drag the entire civilization and ecology to be buried together.

The power that King Cinder showed just now was undoubtedly at this level. It might be a bit exaggerated that the full soul of this immortal could blow up the Feiyan Land with one punch, but it was enough to blow away half of the Absalom Mountains, and the debris fell into the Storm Ocean to become a small island. This kind of real earth-shattering and destructive power should not have dozens of them on a planet, and even one in a solar system is enough to make people unbearable.

But even for an exaggerated life of the fifth energy level, such a full-strength attack should only be able to hit a dozen punches. If it is more, the lives burned will be enough to weaken them.

But just now, King Cinder and himself blasted more than a dozen punches?

This old antique, which is already old, can even be said to be from the era of Inaga II, where does he have so much life to squander?

Even now, King Cinder is still burning his life crazily and bombarding Ian - even if every attack is defeated and beaten back by Ian, he can raise more surging ether again in the next moment and launch a more crazy attack!

Even if theoretically, Ian has caused enough injuries to kill King Jhin.

This is not surprising. In theory, Mikael can still fight with Axel. Even if he doesn't, a month of fighting can make the other party exhausted. But in reality, it still takes several months to make the other party lose the ability to resist... Not to mention that King Jhin already has a trump card.

So that's it. This is what the Soul Mechanical Cult said. King Jhin actually has a big plan? It seems that King Jhin and the Soul Mechanical Cult have found that their plans have failed in the face of the arcane path, so the Soul Mechanical Cult came to me, and King Jhin also put down his burden and wanted to fight with me...

Ian's heart condensed, and he maintained his offensive, but he devoted more attention to observing the virtual realm-then he found that the essence of the entire virtual realm was converging towards King Jhin.

Endless spiritual energy was burned by the King of Ashes, bursting out with extremely strong divine power, and this divine power collided with Ian's ether and attacked, and was actually returned to the virtual world, digested and converted by the entire virtual world, and returned to the essence that can be used by the King of Ashes!

The so-called ether is originally the creation of the Star God. The source spiritual energy is the low-energy energy that can be used by ordinary life from the ether. The virtual world, as a natural phenomenon of the ether universe, is itself a manifestation of the Great Aether Sea being divided into the material world and the spiritual energy world. It interacts with the material world at all times, creates natural ether, and decomposes excess natural ether to strengthen the material world and itself.

This is also the reason why a lifeless and dead planet can gradually show the existence of life after millions, tens of millions, and at most billions of years in the cosmic environment created by the Star God!

And now, the King of Ashes has turned this natural phenomenon of the universe into his own power!

Many people think that the source spiritual energy and ether they use will disappear and no longer exist after use - but this is not the case. These powers are just scattered in the natural environment and cannot be controlled by the user again.

But the King of Ashes does not need to control.

He only needs to burn... burn, and burn again!

If the virtual world is firewood, then he is a fire that ignites the virtual world! As long as the virtual world does not collapse, as long as his spirit and soul can continue to burn, he is a flame that will never go out!

Just like the Unextinguishable Flame Spirit is a high-energy particle flow of the earth's core. If the core does not cool down, they will be immortal.

[Yes, you found it! ]

Aware that Ian's offensive has slowed down, and even began to actively control the surrounding virtual world to prevent the surging natural spiritual energy of the virtual world from rushing to him, the King of Ashes laughed: [This vast time and space, the infinite virtual world, is originally endless firewood. If I am the immortal fire, I can ignite infinite flames for my use! 】

"Yes, you really figured out a hint of the original meaning of immortality."

Ian also praised. The move of King of Ashes was just like Axel's 'Lightforged Nation'. It was a skill created by the fifth-level Terran strongman who wanted to get rid of the constraints of the sublimation path on himself. However, the Lightforged Nation was more perfect, while the move of King of Ashes simply increased his endurance, temporarily increasing the mana bar and health bar to infinity.

Those who should not be defeated, still cannot be defeated.

But even so, this skill is extraordinary. This skill of using the laws of the universe itself to convert into one's own power even made Ian feel a bit of the most primitive 'other-force perpetual motion machine', but this perpetual motion machine actually also needs fuel, that is, the spirit of King of Ashes himself.

As long as King Jhin's spirit is exhausted and he stops this skill that is close to self-immolation, he will fall from this state and return to the ordinary fifth level.

By then, King Jhin will be dead.

Regardless of victory or defeat, the moment the battle ends, King Jhin will die.

His short life burned brilliantly, and he used his own life to practice his beliefs.

"How long can you burn?"

boom! ! !

With another punch, Ian pushed King Jhin back again. This time, King Jhin retreated further than before, because Ian's power was also growing, and he gradually learned King Jhin's skills. , began to use the cycle of the virtual world and the material world to improve his strength, leaving no room for action with all his strength.

It was in such a confrontation that the forces of Ian and King Jhin collided, gradually transformed and sublimated, and turned into a more fundamental ethereal intersection that transcended time and space.

That immortal nature is inscribed in the ether, and all beliefs and dreams are burned in the ether.

Therefore, Ian saw the true goal of the King of Jhin, or in other words, the entire Flying Flame Land and the Psychic Weapon Order.

Its name is reincarnation.

Endless, only the ‘reincarnation of fire’ in the soul.

2 chapters combined into one to make up for yesterday’s