Chapter 1257 The True Face of the Wheel-Turning King

The fire of karma took the opportunity to enter, spreading rapidly along these cracks, gradually eroding the body of the Wheel King. In just a few seconds, half of his skin, which was originally as smooth as jade, was dyed into a deep black, as if it was completely swallowed by the darkness.

"How dare you!"

The roar of the Wheel King echoed in the space, with uncontrollable anger and unwillingness in his voice.

His whole body of power burst out at this moment, and a dark vortex formed outside his body. The vortex was like a black hole, madly swallowing everything around it, and even the space was distorted and shattered.

Facing this sudden black hole, Alora did not dare to be careless at all. She knew that once she was sucked into it, the consequences would be disastrous.

So, she quickly mobilized the fire of karma in her body, turning it into a thick shield, wrapping herself tightly to resist the powerful attraction of the black hole.

The burning fire of karma formed a sharp contrast with the darkness of the black hole. The contest between the two made the whole space tremble.

The power of the black hole is like a giant beast in the abyss, silent but deadly. Its gravity distorts time and space, and even light cannot escape its bondage.

In this area swallowed by darkness, even Alora's blazing fire seems so fragile, as if it could be extinguished by the endless devouring power of the black hole at any time.

The light of the fire flickers on the edge of the black hole, like a candle in the wind, and every flicker seems to tell the hardship and indomitable spirit of survival.

The power of the black hole is so strong that it is suffocating. The figure of the Chakravartin disappears completely under the swallowing of the black hole, as if he is imprisoned forever by this darkness.

However, just when Alora thought that the Chakravartin would fall and disappear completely in the dust of the universe, the center of the black hole seemed to be suddenly awakened by some mysterious power, and an unprecedented dazzling white light burst out.

The light was so strong that even Alora's eyes, which had been honed by countless battles, could not help but squint to prevent being stabbed by it.

The white light spread rapidly like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, completely suppressing the all-consuming darkness of the black hole, and then transformed it into a white hole emitting holy light, as if it was a new door to the universe, slowly opening.

The air around was violently fluctuating due to this sudden change, forming ripples visible to the naked eye, and even the surrounding space seemed to be distorted.

The long hair behind Alora danced wildly in the wind.

She instinctively stepped back a few steps, her feet scratched fine cracks on the ground, her body tensed, and the energy of her whole body surged, ready to deal with everything that might happen next.

Accompanied by a low and long roar, the sound seemed to have crossed the barrier of time and space, coming from the distant past and future at the same time, shaking everyone's heart.

Then, a silver-white body slowly emerged from the white hole, like a glacier slowly melting under the moonlight, revealing a cold and mysterious beauty.

The faint cold light emitted by this body made the surrounding air seem to solidify, and even time became slow at this moment.

The five fingers of the Wheel King gradually grew longer, sharp as eagle claws, flashing with cold light, as if they could tear the space apart and hold the fate of all things. His eyes were as red as blood, with both a tyrannical killing intent and a hint of indescribable wisdom in his eyes.

What was even more disturbing was that a circle of deep black surrounded his eye sockets, forming a sharp contrast with his silver-white body, as if it was the boundary between two worlds, making people fall into it involuntarily at a glance, feeling endless fear and despair.

And from below his nose to the position of his chest, the silver-white skin that should have been smooth as a mirror suddenly rolled up, revealing a dark color inside that was like an ancient bone.

This darkness seemed to contain endless secrets and power, as if it was the deepest darkness in the universe, making people feel cold at a glance, as if they were about to be sucked into an endless abyss.

The pitch black and silver white intertwined to form a strange and terrifying beauty, as if a god returned from the abyss, which was both frightening and made people want to get close to explore the secrets behind it.     However, he carried a sacred aura that made it impossible to look directly at him.

"Church King, A. Shura!"

A low and powerful voice echoed in the void. It was the voice of the Chakravartin himself, full of determination and domineering.

The posture of the Chakravartin was completely different from his former image of Chakya Bhagat.

And the sacred and friendly golden Buddha, the huge and solemn golden body, was just a disguise for him to maintain his godhood and shock all living beings.

As the supreme ruler of the universe, he must maintain his sacredness and solemnity, and use the golden image to make all things feel awe and dare not have the slightest thought of resistance.

However, at this moment, he has completely abandoned these constraints and showed his true face to the world.

He knew that he had no way out. Only by going all out could he defeat Alora and get everything back on track!

In this decisive battle with Alora, he could not hesitate or retreat, otherwise endless darkness and destruction would be waiting for him.

He already knew that Alora was his karma.

In the universe countless years ago, time seemed to have lost its meaning. The succession of eras was like products on an assembly line, constantly being created and destroyed.

The Chakravartin, the self-proclaimed master of the universe, has raised his hand countless times and with a flick of his hand, he has decided the life and death of the entire universe.

His power transcends time and space, and he is truly omnipotent.

However, it is this power that has also burdened him with an unimaginable causal burden.

In those eras that he personally ended, countless lives wailed in despair, the will of the planets trembled in anger, and even the great will of the universe itself had unprecedented hostility towards him.

These emotions, these resentments, they did not dissipate with the passing of life, but instead gathered into a huge karma, like an undercurrent surging in every corner of the universe, waiting for the opportunity of revenge.

They chose Alora and came to collect debts from themselves.

However, the Chakravartin was not afraid.

He sneered, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule.

Even the karma accumulated over countless eras could not defeat him.

Those karmas are just the remnants of the ants, planetary wills, and the great will of the universe that he killed in countless epochs.

They couldn't resist him when they were alive, so what can the remaining karma do after they die?