Versatile Mage: Rebirth of Mo Fan, Atlas of the Celestial Spirit

Chapter 488 The Green Hills Remain, How Many Sunsets Have Passed (The Finale)

Despite the immense power of the divine miracle, no one offered a helping hand to the Cursed Consort!

They were also gambling, betting whether Mo Fan was truly a formidable force or just bluffing.

Right now, their luck with betting is a bit off.

On Mount Baijie, the throne belonging to the Cursed Queen collapsed and crumbled. This ruler of the dark dimension fell before dawn, before she could even sing her heroic epic.

The Twilight Lord and the Demon of the End gasped in shock. He was serious!

The Cursed Consort's soul was grabbed by a giant hand and thrown into an unknown dimensional space. A vast ancestral dragon soul, its body spanning countless light-years, sucked it into a dim star.

The Eighth Dark Star Divine Power of the Primordial Dome and the Ruins of Yinglong:
—The end of all things, nothingness!
“Wow~~~”

Suddenly, a dazzling burst of light erupted from an area, and the mighty Jade Emperor Dao Lord returned to this world with a majestic stride, accompanied by countless bolts of lightning as he raised his hand.

All the thunder in the world converged here, and a flash of light appeared. A round thing rolled down onto the barren ground—it was the head of the Shadow King!
But if a king were to die like this, it would be a laughing stock.

The Shadow King was not truly dead; his deep green eyes held a sinister glint: "Ha! You want to kill a noble king? That's a pipe dream!"

The Twilight Lord and the End Demon were stunned.

Has the King of Shadows always been this brave? Don't you see that the Cursed Consort's aura hasn't completely dissipated yet?

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow, a fierce smile spreading across his face: "Fine, I'll grant your wish!!"

"The Lord said—the eternal heavenly song."

A tribute to the pioneers!

A tribute to the devout!

The compassionate one's mercy!
The penitent pays the price for his sins!

A lament for those who pray!
The immortality of the slumbering ones!

The holiness of the martyrs!

—The Seventh Episode of Genesis.

Mo Fan stood beneath the vast sky, and no miracles occurred. At a certain moment, Mo Fan seemed to transform into something ordinary.

But it is precisely because of its ordinariness that it is great.

A miracle belonging to the ordinary is taking place; this is the path of all beings, an invisible and intangible force crushing towards the head of the Shadow King.

At first, it was just a force the size of an ant, which the Shadow King didn't care about at all. He was still laughing wildly. He was too arrogant.

But gradually, this force began to intensify, just like the myriad beings in the human world!
The smile on Yingyi Wang's face was on one second, but the next second his eyes became empty.

He was buried, right before the gods.

"Night King, you despicable thing."

The two rulers issued successive death warnings, and the End Demon became timid. He had only been a ruler for less than a thousand years and did not want to follow in the footsteps of the Cursed Consort and the Shadow King!
So He turned against Him and turned His spear against the King of Night and Day.

The Lord of Twilight also felt some regret. He had only intended to target the King of Night and Day, so why had He foolishly gotten involved?

"Alas, living in the same era as you, we will never have a chance to rise above you!"

The Night King's tone became somewhat composed at this moment. He was a king, and whether he lived or died, a king would always have more integrity than an ant.

Mo Fan said in a low voice, "Even if you repent now, I will never let you go."

"repent?"

The Night King seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and he laughed heartily: "Why should I repent! What's wrong with a struggle over the Great Dao?!"

"I'm just not strong enough, that doesn't mean I'm wrong."

The Night King abandoned his human form and transformed into his most primal form, a wisp of a ghost.

It turns out that He was the most primordial wisp of spirit in the dark plane. The spirit was like a candle, no wonder His title was the King of Day and Night. It turns out that everything was already traceable!
The days are long and the nights are short, why not light a candle and go for a stroll?

The power of this wisp of ghost may seem weak, but when it erupts, it is enough to shake the very foundations of heaven and earth!

The Night King's aura was wild and mad; what a wrathful demon king! The entire world trembled before his fury. It was foreseeable that, apart from the ruler, no living being could escape unscathed. The black wind, like the light of death, mercilessly lashed the dark plane, pulverizing mountains and carving ravines into plains!
Mo Fan stood alone in mid-air, one hand slowly raised pointing to the sky, the other hand slowly rising and falling pointing to the underworld.

In his eyes, the vast, boundless, and desolate dark plane transformed into a silent pond, and no matter how noisy the water in the pond became, it could not escape this area.

Suddenly, Mo Fan released a black fish that looked like an ink painting into the pond. The black fish moved swiftly and swam quickly after entering the pond, causing ripples to appear in the originally calm water!
Then, a pure white fish that looked completely different entered the pond. The two fish met and began to fight, turning the once peaceful pond into a violent battlefield.

The black fish represents Yin, and the white fish represents Yang. Yin and Yang are called the Two Forms, and the Two Forms combine to form Taiji!
Mo Fan used an unparalleled divine power, a power that had reached the highest level of an emperor, and even slightly exceeded it.

The black fish flicked its tail, creating ripples that spread towards the Twilight Lord and the End Demon. The two of them unleashed their power, but they could not shake the ripples that contained great terror!

The white fish darted about nimbly, creating ripples in the water.

The double ripples reached the location of the Night King, but there was no earth-shattering commotion; he died as quickly as a candle was extinguished, his light dimmed!
Night King said in a chilling tone, "Mo Fan, when I return in the next life, I will settle all scores with you!"

After His body disintegrated, His soul vanished without a trace.

There is no reincarnation in the Dark Dimension, but the Night King is the oldest ghost, and perhaps He truly has comprehended the mystery of reincarnation...

As for His final declaration, Mo Fan wasn't worried. Who isn't allowed to boast a little before they die?

Mo Fan raised his hand, and the essences of the Twilight Lord and the Demon of the End returned to his hand.

"The next life? Who knows what kind of monsters will appear in the world in the next era!"

Mo Fan descended onto the ruins of Wanlou City, raised his hand to gather the soul, and a humanoid spirit appeared before him.

"You green tea guy, hurry up and thank your brother Mo Fan. If I hadn't dug up your grave, you would have been blown up in that wave just now!!" Mo Fan said jokingly.

Mu Bai's face darkened: "I thank you for the dam, but don't think I don't know you blew it up."

Mo Fan chuckled, "You're getting carried away. You were so focused on killing Night King that you forgot you were still in Wanlou City."

"Let's go back to the human world," Mu Bai said with a complicated expression.

He was prepared to suffer in the dark dimension, but no sooner had he arrived than Mo Fan followed him there.

Like a mad dog, they smashed the Night King's royal court to pieces and dragged him out.

Is this really the same Mo Fan who scored only 6 points on the high school entrance exam?!
The two stood silently for a long time—

"Shall we go?" Mu Bai asked, puzzled.

"Come on, lead the way!" Mo Fan said.

"Hehe, why do you think I know the way? Do you think I walked all the way here by myself?" Mu Bai laughed in exasperation.

Mo Fan gasped.

Mu Bai rolled his eyes: "I'm afraid that by the time we get back to the human world, my body will be completely rotten."

"Haha, it actually seems quite possible!"

"What the hell?! Hurry up and find me a way..."

(Finish)

The mighty Yangtze River flows eastward.

The waves have washed away the heroes of the past.

Success or failure is all in vain.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the riverbank
I am used to seeing the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of wine to celebrate our reunion.

So many things in the past and present are just a joke.

PS: This is the official ending. What follows is considered a side story, and the update time for the side stories is uncertain.

(End of this chapter)