Chapter 1838: The Completion of Desolate (3)Editor: Atlas Studios

Yet now, it had come to this.

He had no choice but to borrow the power of the Bizarre Realm, forging a connection to manifest this shadowed visage.

"Very well. Since I schemed against you first... let this settle the karma between us."

After that final glance at Xu Qing, the determination in Zi Qing’s shadowed eyes hardened. In a flash—he shot toward the heavens!

Toward the fragmented-face of Desolate.

He sought to merge with It, to form a complete face—and through this, seize control!

This was the truth behind the Bizarre Realm’s prophecy:

"Shadows that linger, coexisting with gods."

As He ascended, more shadows surged from the black mist of the Bizarre Realm, continuously merging with Zi Qing’s shadowed visage.

The face grew larger, more vast—

Until, under Xu Qing’s watchful gaze, It finally reached the apex of the sky, arriving beside the fragmented-face of Desolate.

Then... It fused seamlessly with the fragmented-face!

A complete face now dominated the firmament!

Yet this face was split—half shadow, half flesh.

Zi Qing was the reincarnation of the fragmented-face, but to dominate It with His own will was nearly impossible. That was why He had wanted Xu Qing to carve His name on the door.

Now, with His first plan foiled, He had no choice but to borrow the Bizarre Realm’s power, choosing to replace the fragmented-face as a bizarre—

To become... a Divine Bizarre, equal to the Divine God!

But... the risks were unimaginable.

The moment the face of Desolate was completed, the fragmented-face’s fading consciousness abruptly awakened, clashing violently with the bizarre power Zi Qing had summoned!

Thus, the face in the sky fractured—separating one moment, fusing the next—plunging into chaos and collapse!

This was the most critical juncture!

Its tremors shook the world, reverberating through Wanggu, the Ninth Star Ring, and even the threads of fate itself!

At the same time... it presented an unprecedented opportunity!

"You guys... will surely come."

On the ground below, Xu Qing narrowed his eyes as this thought echoed in his mind.

Almost instantly—

The starry sky beyond Wanggu trembled!

A black pagoda—symbolizing endless imprisonment and soul annihilation—suddenly tore through the cosmos, breaching time and space to descend upon Wanggu’s sky!

It hurtled toward the vulnerable Desolate!

But the black pagoda was not alone.

At the same moment, a monstrous behemoth exuding primal hunger, Its mountainous form writhing with terrifying power, and a colossal paper figurine woven from funeral money streaked through the void.

The former lunged toward Desolate with icy indifference.

The latter licked Its lips before dissolving into countless smaller paper figures, all swarming forward!

Three of the Ninth Star Ring’s four Venerable Gods had arrived!

Their schemes and patience had all been for this moment—to plunder the fragmented-face.

Now, with this fleeting opportunity before Them, how could They resist?

Yet notably, not all four Venerable Gods had come—

The Mother River was absent.

It seemed to be observing from afar.

In the next instant, the black pagoda, the ravenous behemoth, and the eerie paper army descended upon Desolate like vultures!

Seizing the moment when the fragmented-face and Zi Qing’s Bizarre Realm were locked in mutual destruction, the three Venerable Gods struck with lethal precision.

The black pagoda—like an inverted tombstone—slammed into the fragmented-face’s forehead!

Its obsidian surface pulsed with a light that froze souls, unleashing an insatiable force that hungrily devoured Desolate’s ancient divine soul!

The behemoth coiled in the shadows, Its maw gaping wide enough to swallow galaxies. Thick, foul drool cascaded like waterfalls as It feasted, the sound of rending space accompanying each ravenous bite—

It was gorging Itself on Desolate’s boundless lifeblood!

Meanwhile, the paper army—silent as death—swarmed over the fragmented-face’s visage like maggots.

Their spindly arms wove countless nearly invisible threads reeking of decay, latching onto the nodes of Desolate’s fate—

Draining Its profound and elusive authority over fate itself!

The three Venerable Gods held nothing back, Their full might erupting without restraint!

The black pagoda’s frigid oblivion, the behemoth’s savage gluttony, the paper legion’s parasitic theft—three distinct yet equally terrifying divine authorities spread like plagues as They plundered with reckless abandon!

Their timing was mercilessly precise, striking at the exact moment when Desolate was weakest—Its power drained by internal strife.

This allowed Their pillaging to yield unprecedented rewards!

But... facing Desolate’s half-step Divine God majesty and the Bizarre Realm’s all-corrupting power, this plundering came at a cost.

Even as They plundered, the three Venerable Gods suffered terrible erosion—Their forms flickering unnaturally!

The behemoth’s colossal frame visibly warped and faded, as though being erased by an unseen hand.

The black pagoda’s indestructible structure grew translucent, like a reflection in water—on the verge of vanishing entirely.

The paper army, seemingly the most fragile, had already begun to burn at the edges with ghostly white flames, crumbling into ash that drifted soundlessly through the void.

Witnessing this, the three Venerable Gods’ divine senses trembled.

Through this brief plunder and observation, They had reached a preliminary conclusion—

Desolate truly seemed... to be at Its limit.

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