Chapter 1276: Ten Thousand Gods Perish!

Chapter 1276: The Demise of Ten Thousand Gods!

Xu Qing had beheld too many gods.

Even true gods, he had witnessed several, but... at this precise moment, the sheer, earth-shattering pressure emanating from the Young Lord of Aurora, who stood upon the primordial home planet, was utterly unprecedented.

His divine anomaly was dense to the absolute extreme, harboring a terrifying vitality that warped the void and exerted its will over all creation.

His divine intent was akin to a razor-sharp blade, causing the very stars to roar and sending tumultuous ripples through the cosmos.

So too was the sacred majesty wrought by the golden light radiating from His form.

Furthermore, His physical aspect was undergoing a rapid, violent transformation!

Plates of black crystal began to sprout from His chest, spreading across His entire body like scales, and within those crystalline shards, intricate patterns that conveyed a profound sense of antiquity were visibly taking shape.

Those veins resembled celestial charts, every single thread exuding a breathtaking divine will.

If one peered closely, the very lines composing these patterns were revealed to be none other than His true name!

Simultaneously, the dense, tangled network of blood vessels creeping from within His body connected with the entirety of the primordial home planet; as the Young Lord of Aurora now stood up, the visual made it appear as though He had grown as one with this primordial world!

All around, the earth of writhing flesh and blood surged, while above, the celestial hide replaced the sky, weeping torrents of crimson rain; the entire world was suffused in a blood-red hue, becoming a canvas dyed by His presence.

The wails rising from the mother planet served merely as a backdrop to this scene.

As for every rise and fall of the earth, it was the very breath of the Young Lord of Aurora, and the pulsing of the ley lines was the same.

In the end, all of this coalesced into His terrifying, absolute dispensation!

This dispensation was not merely a reflection of His peak true god realm; it encompassed the manifestation of His true name and His tether to this primordial home planet, and even in the deepest recesses... the resonance of the Divine Scourge's Guide!

It elevated His dispensation to the very threshold of the supreme!

The impact such a dispensation exerted upon the external world was naturally colossal!

Xu Qing merely caught a fleeting sensation of it, and a feeling he had not experienced in an age—as though the flesh and blood across his entire body possessed an independent consciousness and was straining to tear itself away from his frame—surged forth once more.

This sensation had never troubled him again after his cultivation had reached a certain height.

Yet now, facing the Young Lord of Aurora, Xu Qing's breath quickened in an uncontrollable gasp, his body felt as though it were about to fracture, and even his eyeballs twitched and rolled of their own accord.

Though he suppressed it by sheer force of will, the corruption of the god chose this exact moment to erupt in full, transforming into an inaudible, insidious whispering.

That elusive divine murmur echoed in the depths of his mind, whipped up a storm of distortion and madness, as if intent on destroying all things and isolating life itself.

In this moment of crisis, the primordial essence within Xu Qing diffused entirely, seeking to suppress every abnormality within him.

But this abnormality was like a world-ending tempest; once unleashed, it could not be stayed, instantly shattering all of Xu Qing's resistance and threatening to drown his consciousness beneath the tide.

Yet in the very next instant, a voice abruptly resounded within Xu Qing's soul!

This voice was a divine tone, born from himself, originating from the true name he had previously branded into his being.

"Xu Qing."

The moment the sound echoed, Xu Qing's entire frame shuddered, clarity instantly returning to his eyes, and every abnormality within his body settled in a flash, as a mystical connection to this Fourth Star Ring manifested within his soul.

He then drew a deep breath, his peripheral vision casting a glance toward Fairy Linghuang beside him.

At some unknown point, a bubble had appeared around her body, enveloping her completely to seal off the outside world, while she herself stared unblinkingly at the Young Lord of Aurora below.

As the wife of the Young Lord of Aurora and the daughter of Jiu'an, coming here fully prepared meant it was only natural for her to possess such a protective ward.

Only, that bubble... after sensing it, Xu Qing grew thoughtful.

"The aura of an Immortal Venerable..."

Just as Xu Qing was about to investigate further, Fairy Linghuang, from within her bubble, suddenly spoke.

"My husband's humanity is fading!"

Hearing this, Xu Qing's mind tensed, his gaze locking onto the Young Lord of Aurora below.

He saw the Young Lord of Aurora standing upon the celestial palace of flesh and blood, His entire form now cloaked in black crystal plates; while His divine majesty was boundless, an intense coldness was exceptionally stark within His eyes.

His humanity was draining away at a staggering pace, as divinity, with an incredibly violent momentum, swept through His entire mind.

It seemed on the verge of submerging Him completely.

Right at that moment, Fairy Linghuang raised her hand and produced an object.

It was a golden iron slip, flowing with the passage of epochs and steeped in antiquity.

Upon it was written a line of bold, flowing calligraphy.

"A marriage allied between two houses, a covenant bound in one hall...

This contract is solemnly forged, to serve as eternal witness."

Every single character seemed endowed with life.

It was charter, and it was law.

Sourced from... the Immortal Master of Aurora!

This object was precisely the marriage certificate of Fairy Linghuang and the Young Lord of Aurora!

The moment it was brought forth, a thread of cause and effect in the unseen realm formed a pull, bestowing the significance of an anchor.

All the characters upon it flared with sudden radiance, carrying the blessings left behind by the Immortal Master of Aurora as they manifested in midair, rushing straight toward the Young Lord of Aurora.

In an instant they drew near, binding into Him!

The Young Lord of Aurora's body shuddered, and the tide of cold indifference that was gradually consuming His consciousness ground to a halt.

Immediately following, two names flew out from within that marriage certificate.

Those were the true names of Fairy Linghuang and the Young Lord of Aurora; as they danced through the air, they shot straight toward the Young Lord of Aurora, and the moment they merged into His form, the coldness in His eyes showed signs of thawing.

Seeing this, Xu Qing raised his hand, causing the Immortal Embryo to manifest behind him as the Aurora Immortal Palace rose within, transforming himself into cause and effect, likewise bestowing the significance of an anchor.

Connecting with the Young Lord of Aurora!

Gods possessed no emotion!

Of course, this was not absolute; generally speaking, though innate gods were mostly like this, there were exceptions—for instance, the Divine Daughter Xingmou had once been influenced by special means.

Then there were the acquired gods; no matter how thorough their transformation, the past emotions woven into their memories would still stir up ripples when they reminisced about yesteryear.

It was just that these ripples were minor.

Unless, prior to the transformation, the god had left a profoundly deep obsession within their mind, which would cause the ripples to become violent, and it was at such a time that the importance of an anchor manifested.

An anchor was meant to rouse more of one's humanity, and even more so... to nail that humanity in place!

To make it like a mountain peak or a reef, standing defiant and unyielding no matter how the great waves of divinity surged and crashed.

Just like the Young Lord of Aurora at this moment, under the dual pull of the marriage certificate and the Aurora Immortal Palace, the coldness in His eyes finally began to melt away.

Humanity ceased to dissolve.

"So this is what it feels like to discard immortality and become a god."

The Young Lord of Aurora looked out at the four directions, murmuring in the depths of His heart.

The world, in His eyes, now displayed a completely different vista.

Withered, decaying, filthy, and chaotic...

Within his own thoughts, everything from the past seemed to lose all significance in this very moment. What once was cherished now appeared as mere distraction—every person, every object, reduced to nothing more than dust.

Only the ascension of one’s life tier was the true path worth pursuing.

And should anything stand in the way along this path—it must be destroyed.

No matter who the obstacle might be.

Except…

The Young Lord of Aurora cast his gaze upon Linghuang Immortal and Xu Qing.

These two were threads intertwined with his own existence, stirring his thoughts, becoming the sole exceptions.

In the span of his life, they resembled twin flames burning brightly, or guiding lanterns leading him home.

“It’s alright. I’m fine.”

Looking at Linghuang Immortal and Xu Qing, the Young Lord of Aurora forced a faint smile onto his lips, as if striving to recapture emotions already fading into oblivion.

“I still remember what I must do next.”

With those words, he raised his right hand—covered in black crystalline shards—and gently drew a line across the heavens.

Instantly, vast fissures tore open in the void. From their depths surged chaos belonging to no dimension known to this world.

Xu Qing’s pupils contracted violently. Beyond those rifts, he saw countless chains of causality unraveling and reweaving themselves.

This was turbulence at the very level of cosmic laws—as though invisible hands were rewriting the foundational logic of the Fourth Ring.

At the same moment, the Young Lord of Aurora spoke, his voice calm yet resonating like celestial thunder:

“Divine Core—Gather!”

The Primordial Mother Star trembled violently!

From deep within its ley lines erupted billions of radiant golden beams, piercing through the starry vault like an inverted galaxy.

The void groaned under unbearable strain. Crimson lightning exploded across the surface of the star, staining everything in blood-red hues.

Indescribable ripples radiated outward from the Mother Star, sweeping through the external memory-time continuum. Wherever they passed, countless stars in reality flickered out instantly—snuffed like candles.

Simultaneously, the gravitational field inherent to the Fourth Ring twisted abruptly, descending into chaos.

Across star domains, universes, and galaxies alike, orbital paths shifted en masse. The entire structure of the Ring seemed forcibly bent by the mere gesture of the Young Lord of Aurora.

But the greatest impact fell upon the memories of the gods residing within the Fourth Ring!

For the Primordial Mother Star existed neither wholly in illusion nor entirely in reality—it dwelled within the collective memory of the Fourth Ring’s pantheon.

Thus, what unfolded upon it now struck deepest into the fabric of remembrance.

In that instant, countless deities shuddered within their temples.

An instinctive urge to kneel surged through their divine souls.

Meanwhile, in a distant cosmos nestled in the boundless northern reaches of the Fourth Ring, within a parasitic divine realm where the Stellar Spirit Clan conducted rites to observe the Memory Sea of the Ring—they suddenly went mad all at once, withering away on the spot!

Their divine nation extinguished itself in that moment, collapsing into ruin.

Amidst the ruins, every corpse of the clan had turned to ash—save for countless eyeballs shimmering faintly with golden light, scattered across the ground.

Reflected within those eyes was a lingering image:

A divine silhouette wreathed in eternal auroras, holding aloft a crown forged from a black singularity, slowly placing it upon his brow!

At the same time, in the near-infinite western expanse of the Fourth Ring, within one of its myriad galaxies, sat a deity cross-legged before a colossal clock woven from entire star systems.

Compared to the clock, the god seemed insignificant—but around him floated countless star charts, swirling in perpetual motion.

Suddenly, the deity convulsed, blood gushing from all seven orifices. The surrounding star charts shattered one after another.

His eyes snapped open wide as his body rapidly withered, pupils contracting in horror.

“The fall of ten thousand gods!! Is this… the omen of a True God’s birth? No—wrong!”

“This… is a terrifying entity seizing the Highest Authority!”

Shaking uncontrollably, in the final instant before dissolving into nothingness, the god summoned his last strength and struck the great bell.

The chime rang out—

Yet the effect had already swept across the Fourth Ring before the sound even began.

In the eastern quadrant of the Ring, the Ever-Silent Temple—charged by the Supreme Divine Nation with weaving fate—suddenly erupted in endless golden radiance.

Inside, every statue opened its eyes simultaneously. After a brief moment of stunned expression, they all shattered instantly, crumbling into ash without uttering a single cry.

The web of fate, meticulously woven and overseen by them for millions of years, now unraveled visibly before all eyes.

And this was but a fragment—across every region of the Fourth Ring, similar scenes erupted universally!