Rise to God with Life Skill Professions-Chapter 470 - 359: The End

The black-robed pseudo-god let out a surprised cry, causing those who had already succumbed to despair like Ancient Yi to subconsciously open their eyes and look up at the sky.

Then, the faces of Ancient Yi and the others showed an expression of shock.

In the sky, they saw the descending Evil Qi hand dissipating at a visibly fast pace.

When the hand was less than a yard away from reaching them, it transformed into a gust of wind formed by condensed Evil Qi, gently brushing past them.

Ancient Yi’s hair was slightly disheveled by the breeze.

But suddenly, he found this scene oddly amusing.

They were bracing for death, yet unexpectedly, the enemy’s attack turned into a mere breeze, not even strong enough to tickle them.

Ancient Yi was well aware of the reason for this scene before him.

It was definitely because Qin An and the others had completely destroyed the other half of the ancient battlefield’s core.

Princess Long San’s face showed excitement: "Good, good, good, you’re finally going to die!"

Long Tianxing struggled to stand up: "I’ve waited so long for this day to finally come."

"Weren’t you very arrogant before? Show us your arrogance one more time!"

The black-robed pseudo-god’s current state was extremely low.

Though he hovered in mid-air, the Power of Divine Soul within him had become incredibly chaotic.

His power, which approached Great Success in the Void Shattering Realm, quickly plummeted, transforming into Small Success in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, due to the counterattack from the ancient battlefield’s remnants, countless Evil Qi began to vanish.

The black-robed pseudo-god fell from the air to the ground, creating a dull thud, leaving a deep pit on the ground.

He struggled to crawl out of the pit, trying to mobilize the Evil Qi within him.

Yet the backlash caused tenfold and hundredfold pain, attacking every part of his body.

The black-robed pseudo-god struggled to open his mouth, looking at the crack behind him, eyes flashing with inexplicable trepidation.

From within the crack, countless figures emerged, landing steadily on the ground.

As Qin An appeared, he took in the scene before him, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

The likes of Jin Fengyu, though slightly pleased with the scene, looked at Qin An with unmatched reverence.

The reason lay in everything encountered in that mysterious space, giving them a fresh understanding of Qin An’s capabilities.

For two entire incense sticks’ worth of time, Qin An attacked tirelessly against the shadows formed by the Shattered Void Stone.

The mountain-like demon souls quickly dissipated, and the floating core of the ancient battlefield continued to tremble.

The encasing soil diminished until, with Qin An’s final punch, it shattered completely, along with half of the ancient battlefield’s core, turning into a sky filled with cyan smoke.

Only they knew how terrifying Qin An’s tireless attacks were.

No one present could withstand them.

Thus, even though victory was assured, they couldn’t hide their fear of Qin An.

Qin An, indifferent to their gaze, focused on the weakened black-robed pseudo-god, saying, "It all needs to end."

The black-robed pseudo-god sat collapsed on the ground, unable to muster any strength, reluctantly protesting to Qin An’s words, "I’m not convinced. Why did I lose? Why did I lose?"

"I planned everything so meticulously, considering every detail. I should have won today!"

He had given up struggling, as the backlash’s pain made every attempt at exerting strength untenable, causing his whole body to tremble incessantly.

At this moment, Ancient Yi and the others regained a bit of strength, slowly approaching the black-robed pseudo-god.

Princess Long San’s eyes flashed with a fierce intent, ready to tear apart the black-robed pseudo-god.

Upon hearing his words, she suddenly recalled something, then turning her gaze to Qin An, she said subconsciously.

"Maybe, in your meticulous plan, you didn’t account for him..."

This statement made Ancient Yi and Long Tianxing pause slightly, chewing over Princess Long San’s words, suddenly realizing her words held truth.

If it weren’t for Qin An, relying on just Jin Fengyu and the others, the ancient battlefield’s core defenses might not have been breached.

Earlier, the black-robed pseudo-god said he accounted for every conceivable detail but didn’t foresee Qin An.

The plan was indeed thorough, planned well over time.

But no one could have anticipated Qin An, emerging from a small county, becoming the unforeseen variable.

He was like an invisible knife, ruthlessly embedded in the pseudo-god’s plan, using its sharpness to slice apart the densely woven conspiracy.

Hearing this, the black-robed pseudo-god paused, then looked at Qin An with eyes filled with boundless anger.

"It’s all you, it’s your fault!"

"If it weren’t for you, why would I lose?"

"If it weren’t for you, I should be celebrating victory with Purple Lotus!"

"If it weren’t for you, how could I end up in such a miserable state?"

Each word carried boundless anger and accusations, making Qin An smile slightly.

"You previously said you were stitched together from numerous divine souls," Qin An suddenly stated, "but when stitching, you forgot to include a brain, right?"

"We’re enemies; blaming me now is pointless. You should consider a dignified end."

The black-robed pseudo-god, though anger still festered, was somewhat calmed, "A dignified end, you want to give me a dignified end. I’m inherently undignified, what dignity in death? I’m merely an experiment."

Saying this, he painfully stood up despite the severe backlash.

Yet as he rose, Ancient Yi waved his sleeve, pressing a powerful force that rendered the pseudo-god immobile.

"Kill me, just kill me!" the black-robed pseudo-god struggled, calling, "To the victor go the spoils; you win, I lose, why humiliate me?"

Long Tianxing stepped forward slowly, raising his right claw, ready to end the pseudo-god.

All was about to return to dust and soil.

But at this instant, the pseudo-god suddenly looked at Qin An.

This gaze was immediately detected by Long Tianxing, causing his claw to pause slightly.

Qin An raised an eyebrow slightly, "Got something to say?"

With eyes reflecting venomous glints, the pseudo-god said, "You think it’s all over? It’s not over; those above won’t let their plans fail, they’re merely lurking temporarily."

"And you’ve long been resented by those above. I know you have Li Moyun protecting you, but even so, you can’t escape plots and schemes. I’ll be waiting for you below!"

Saying this, the black-robed pseudo-god turned his gaze towards Long Tianxing.

"I have my way of dying, just like he said. I want to preserve some dignity; you’re not worthy to kill me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-robed pseudo-god activated the Evil Qi.

Soon after, the power of his divine soul began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished completely.

Long Tianxing was slightly taken aback, then looked at the empty, ethereal area but found nothing resembling a pseudo-soul.

"That’s not right, could it be that he’s not dead yet?"

Upon seeing this, Princess Long San furrowed her brows.

Ancient Yi, however, shook his head.

"You don’t understand."

"I had the deepest interaction with him and knew he was just an experiment, lacking the core that a pseudo-god should have. That’s why he could absorb that half of the Ancient Battlefield relics."

As soon as he said this, Princess Long San and the others showed a look of realization, finally understanding the principle.

The Ancient Battlefield relics were originally a pseudo-god, and after the remaining half transformed into a pseudo-god, it possessed the unique core of a pseudo-god.

To be absorbed by the black-robed pseudo-god is exceedingly difficult.

But fortunately, the black-robed pseudo-god did not have the core of a pseudo-god, and thus could transform it into his own core.

And now that the black-robed pseudo-god is dead, naturally, nothing is left behind.

A gentle breeze blew by, plunging the entire land into silence.

Many Mountain Patrol Generals sat down, letting out a deep breath.

The battle was over, and everything had returned to peace.

They had achieved the final victory.

Just then, a cheer erupted unexpectedly from one of the Mountain Patrol Generals.

In a flash, the cheering spread throughout the scene at a visible speed.

Although the Mountain Patrol Generals’ cheers were not uniform, they were filled with intense joy.

Qin An also let out a sigh of relief.

This battle, even for him, was heart-stopping.

Several times he narrowly escaped death; if not for relying on various professions and the supreme heritage contained within, along with that colossal demon soul at the end, he might indeed have perished here.

But everything came together by chance, forming the critical element for victory.

This can no longer be described as luck but rather because of Qin An’s heritage.

After a long while, the cheering finally subsided.

This group of Mountain Patrol Generals, who had battled their way up from the bottom, fully calmed themselves.

At this moment, Jin Fengyu stood up, looked at Qin An, and said, "It’s time to leave."

Qin An nodded, turned his gaze to Ancient Yi and the others, and said little else.

Now that the battle was over, everyone was exhausted; it was time to part ways.

As for the final cleanup, it would naturally be handled by people from the General Mansion.

They had no need to concern themselves, especially since they had borne the brunt of this battle, with many comrades even sacrificing their lives.

Ancient Yi nodded slightly, as if suddenly remembering something, and said, "Hold on a moment, go out a bit later, I have a few words I want to say to you."

This meant for Jin Fengyu and the others to leave first, while what he wanted to say to Qin An was very secretive.

Everyone present was astute and naturally could hear this implication.

This battle had cost Ancient Yi and others greatly; they almost died at the hands of the black-robed pseudo-god.

Therefore, even if Qin An stayed here alone, Jin Fengyu and the others were quite assured.

Thinking of this, Jin Fengyu and Luoluo got up without further delay, leading the many Mountain Patrol Generals away from the area.

Soon, only Qin An and a few others were left here.

Qin An asked, "Senior Gu kept me here, what exactly is it you have to say?"

He was curious, and he knew that Ancient Yi leaving him alone meant this matter would not be simple.

However, now that the final showdown was over, what could be so significant that Ancient Yi would leave him here alone?

Ancient Yi turned his gaze to Princess Long San and Long Tianxing, saying, "You two should rest as well."

Long Tianxing frowned but did not refuse.

Princess Long San snorted coldly, "I have no interest in your secrets either."

Having said this, she took Long Tianxing and left the place.

Very quickly, only Ancient Yi and Qin An remained.

Qin An said nothing, patiently waiting for Ancient Yi’s next words.

After a slight pause, Ancient Yi said, "During your final showdown, I sensed a force pulling you elsewhere. Who did you encounter inside?"

Qin An furrowed his brow slightly.

Thinking carefully, he knew the strange incident Ancient Yi referred to and where it happened.

Subsequently, Qin An recounted his encounter with Bai Lingfeng one by one.

Upon hearing the name Bai Lingfeng, Ancient Yi’s face showed surprise.

Immediately after, that surprise turned into excitement.

"So he was someone who fought on the Ancient Battlefield before..."

"Could you do me a favor and take me to the place where you disappeared?"

"Perhaps you can find the remaining two Shattered Void Stones, and I can restore to my full strength."