All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 1639: A Grand Beginning
The vein-like patterns on the armor burned, pulsating with incredible power, and mist-like Spiritual Fiend spewed forth from the gaps where the armor plates opened and closed, twisting the space and making the leader’s astonished gaze blurred, as if seen through the smoke of flames.
The entire armor is a gigantic Array Plate, a formation, and even...
a small Cave Heaven.
[Feather Transformation Armament]
In the helmet’s observation port, there had been only darkness, but now a crimson light lit up, and the power of blood and fire turned into eyes. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
[Father]
The messenger’s voice sounded again, grand and loud, as if from a great distance: [Based on the Feather Transformation Dao transmitted by the Seven Evil Tribulation Master, utilizing the power of the four clans, the Tian Gong Bureau in the depths of the Wilderness Alliance successfully developed a new True Spirit Armament that can simulate a Cave Heaven]
[This is the only method that allows one to exhibit Sacrificial Spirit and even higher power in the Great Wilderness Realm after the sky collapse]
Stunned, the leader gazed at the silver War Armor in front of him, the Feather Transformation Armament that mobilizes Great Void Power with every movement, for a moment at a loss for words, but he understood, perhaps he had indeed been too extreme. Unlike Candle Mountain which can be used as a sacrifice, the Feather Transformation Armament, seen as the absolute mainstay to resist evil demons in the future, was developed from the start as a hope, and it cannot fail; its very appearance signifies an attitude.
And at this moment, the people on the mountain gasped in astonishment.
"What is that?!"
"Oh my god...so huge!"
Both the messenger and the leader looked up, towards the direction where the cheering people in the distance were gazing.
Then, they were slightly stunned.
A cold wind came from the distant Dark Abyss, mixed with ice particles melting in the glow of Candle Mountain, the black ice rain beat upon the defensive Array around Candle Mountain, sliding down, causing the invisible formation to tremble and ripple.
As the rain descended, the clouds dispersed, the deep, obscuring mist of the Dark Realm dissolved in the light, receding, and a gigantic, colossal entity revealed itself from their curtain.
It’s a skeleton...an armament.
A huge dragon skeleton, coiling together, spiraling around a protruding mountain peak, made of steel, skin membrane, and condensed ice.
The antlers are like mountains, the gigantic dragon head, just the hollow darkness of the skeletal eye sockets is enough to fit the entire Candle Mountain. The radiance emitted from a lit Candle Mountain, enough to illuminate 118 Sky Islands, just barely traces the outline of the dragon’s front half, its tail unseen.
The dragon skeleton raises its head, seemingly roaring towards the heavens, like a giant whale stranded between heaven and earth, cast away beneath the sky, its flesh and blood rotted, only the armor turned into a morbid skeleton, while around this majestic dragon corpse are gigantic bases resembling cities, like steel Sky Islands, floating between heaven and earth, extracting endless Spiritual Fiend, letting layers of fluorescence spread and flow amid the islands and icy wind.
Forty-nine years ago, during the sky collapse, one of the Nine Dragon Emperors, Yinglong Emperor, resisted Ascension, battling fiercely against the endless evil demons and Exalted Great Heavenly Demon surging from the Earth Abyss until the last moment. Its True Spirit Armament and corpse fell into the darkness after the sky collapse.
It turns out, did it fall here?
Awe, shudder, and incomparable joy—the Heavenly Venerate’s skeleton! In this Great Wilderness, where even maintaining the Sacrificial Spirit Realm is challenging, people can’t even replicate some advanced technology. In the collapse of civilization now, too many practical operations require powerful individuals as initial sparks for activation. If not, developing the Feather Transformation Armament with the Four Clans’ True Spirit Armament base would not have taken half a century.
And the Heavenly Venerate’s skeleton and its True Spirit Armament are practically the greatest treasure house in this world; if acquired, the Wilderness Alliance would gain the confidence to carve out a new world after this dark apocalypse!
However...what follows also emerged in the minds of the knowledgeable, the deepest fear.
"Dragon, Dragon Demon!"
An old guardian who had participated in the Demon Disaster battle was astonished for a few breaths upon seeing the dragon skeleton, then suddenly awakened, turned and shouted in all directions: "Where the dragon skeleton lies, Dragon Demon must be present! All technical personnel, seek refuge, guardian regiment, return to defense positions!"
With his shout, in the distance, countless black spots rose from the dragon emperor’s skeleton, like rain falling against the sky, like dew, also resembling birds ascending and migrating, but filled with piercing malevolence.
Then, all these black spots spread their wings, the blood of the Yinglong Emperor eroded and transformed into the source of power for Demon Monsters, and in an instant, the whole sky was torn apart by the gusts from the Dragon Demon spreading wings, the black clouds stirred by the winds, turning into ink-like whirlpool tornadoes, twisting and winding between heaven and earth.
The black wind in waves turned into flowing dark flame, in an instant ignited the entire sky, dispersing, expanding, and then, began to shrink toward the nearest strongest and brightest light source, the location of Candle Mountain.
Black clouds like a city, oppressively towering, all light, whether the waning moon or the Heavenly Pool, all light was obscured by the Dragon Demon.
The attack of the evil demons came sooner, stronger, larger, more...overwhelming, irresistible.
But still, there is light.
Flames, brighter than the past sun, more numerous than the stars of yesteryear, countless flames and explosions erupted from the evil demons’ black clouds, piercing the fog.