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Chapter 470 Eight Extremes Furnace

Yaksha stared blankly at the scene before him.

Earth... is gone.

That azure planet, ruled by human gods for ten thousand years, the homeland for which he and Asura once fought and sacrificed, just now shattered like a fragile eggshell!

Endless rock fragments, boiling magma, twisted continental shelves... all combine to form a deathly ring.

And within that shattered core.

Pitch black! Raging! Destruction!

Formed from the planet's most primal anger and impurity, eight ferocious serpent heads thrashed the Earth as if it were emerging from its shell.

In Hindu mythology, a giant dragon whose name means "one who fills the universe" will claim all the cloud cows (the embodiment of rain clouds) for itself, causing a great drought on earth.

Every year, Thor Indra fights against rain clouds to free them, which is precisely the alternation of the dry and rainy seasons each year!
And the name of this giant dragon... is none other than [Brithara]!
Why……

Yaksha clenched his fists. Why had Buridora been resurrected at this moment?

Why is he already in his complete form upon resurrection?!

Before Yaksha could recover from the enormous impact...

The "being" that had taken over Zhang Qi's body and was bathed in golden light, the one who called himself "King of the Wheel," moved.

He didn't even glance at the Yaksha; his indifferent golden eyes were calmly fixed on [Britora], who had just been born from the planet's wreckage.

"I don't need you anymore..."

"The Wheel-Turning King said, and then slowly extended his right hand toward Buridara.

As the movement progressed, the enormous, complex, golden [Heavenly Wheel Saint King] halo behind him, which seemed to contain all the mysteries of the universe, began to rotate at an accelerated pace!
Om-! ! !
An indescribable amount of energy began to gather, and its golden glow even overshadowed the brilliance of distant stars!
Then, a pure, destructive golden beam shot out from the halo behind King Yama, aiming directly at [Brithara]!
"Roar--!!!"

Sensing a deadly threat, all eight serpent heads of [Brithara] raised simultaneously.

The planet's rage and all things' resentment have transformed into the purest destructive energy!
This is the negative aspect of the true spirit...

A torrent of energy, dark black mixed with crimson magma, converged at the center of the eight heads.

It coalesced into an even larger, more filthy, and more chaotic energy flow, which fiercely met the golden beam of light head-on!
boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gold and black, sacred and filthy, order and chaos!
Two energies, powerful enough to easily destroy the solar system, collided violently in the vacuum of space!

An indescribable shockwave spread wildly from the point of impact!
Ripples of energy swept in all directions like a tsunami, violently distorting and tearing space apart!
Even the distant sun, its surface flames dimmed briefly under the impact of this terrifying energy!
Yaksha was pushed far away by the shockwave, and only managed to steady himself with all his might. He stared in horror at the apocalyptic scene before him.

Is this... the final form of planetary rage?
terrible!

Both sides were far beyond his comprehension!

However, this confrontation, which was enough to shake the universe, lasted for less than a second!
laugh--!
The golden beam of light easily tore through [Britala's] attack!

Unstoppable! Devastating!
"roar……?!"

The eight serpent heads of [Britala] simultaneously revealed expressions of disbelief, and for the first time, the emotion called "fear" appeared in that chaotic will!

But it was too late!

The golden beam of destruction struck precisely the planet-sized body of [Britora]!

There was no explosion.

No sound.

There was only... utter silence.

The enormous body of [Britora], along with the remnants of the planet that made it up, was completely "erased" by the golden beam of light!

It's as if they never existed!
All that remained was a huge, smooth-edged, absolutely empty spherical void!

This planet, which has nurtured countless lives, has finally come to an end!

"Hahaha...hahahahahaha!!"

In the silent vacuum, the Wheel King's hearty laughter echoed!

He looked down at his golden palm, feeling the almost inexhaustible power within him, enough to define reality and erase cause and effect!

"So... this is the true power!"
Savior? Test? Selection? How ridiculous! How superfluous!
With this perfect incarnation, I am the universe! I am the only one! Why should I search for any successor?!

Those ants, those specks of dust, need only bask in my glory and offer their faith—that is enough!

King Yama laughed wildly, opened his arms, and for the first time revealed an emotion called "frenzy".

No more painstakingly designing those ridiculous tests, no more expecting any Asuras or demon-slaying monsters to bring about any so-called "possibilities"!

He Himself is the ultimate answer!

Amidst his maniacal laughter, King Yama picked up the unconscious Misra and turned to leave.

If a new universe is to be created, this priestess would be a good sacrifice...

The next moment, the enormous halo of the [Heavenly Wheel Saint King] behind him flashed slightly.

The golden figure, carrying Misra, vanished instantly from this shattered star field.

Yaksha knelt on the ground, his face filled with despair, watching helplessly as Misra was taken away, unable to do anything about it.

Powerlessness.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness, like an icy tide, overwhelmed his limbs and froze his soul. Deus was dead.

Seven Star Heaven... perhaps he's the only one left.

The Kingdom of God is gone.

Earth... is gone too.

His insistence on "righteousness," and everything he believed in, seemed so laughable and so pale in the face of that absolute power.

Is everything... over?

Just as Yaksha was heartbroken and about to be consumed by despair.

He abruptly turned his head to look at the area where planetary debris was floating.

wrong!

and also……

He sensed an aura! A faint aura, yet burning tenaciously like a candle flickering in the wind!
That was... rage! Pure, extreme rage!
Asura?!

A look of disbelief flashed in Yaksha's eyes, and his figure instantly transformed into a white streak of light, rushing towards the source of that aura!

Passing through countless burning meteorite fragments and distorted spatial turbulence.

Finally, on a relatively large piece of continental debris that was still emitting black smoke, Yaksha found him.

Asura...

Or rather, it was once the body of an Asura.

He lay quietly on the charred rocks, his arms gone, his body covered in horrific cracks.

The breath of life... has completely vanished...

Was that just my imagination...?

Yaksha slowly descended beside Ashura, looking at his former junior brother and nemesis in his current miserable state, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

but……

When the Yaksha approached and reached out towards Ashura's chest...

He felt anger again...

Even if the body is destroyed, even if the soul is about to dissipate!
That anger, originating from the deepest part of my being, is still burning!

This anger... Yaksha suddenly understood!

Not because of defeat, not because of death!
Rather... it's for the wrath of Misra and all living beings on this planet!
"Asura..."

Yaksha muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

After witnessing firsthand the overwhelming power of the Wheel King,

Ashura... this guy who was already "dead" can still unleash such pure and unwavering anger?!

Is this...love?
It was a love for his daughter so profound that even death and the power of the gods could not erase it…?
Yasha's heart clenched suddenly!
He recalled the scene from ten thousand years ago when the Asuras fought against the entire divine kingdom.

He thought of his sister, Durga's eyes before she died...

Even after losing everything, Ashura remained unshaken in the slightest...

But because of his so-called "greater good," he hesitated and betrayed time and time again...

enough!

That's enough!

Yaksha clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms!

For the first time, a resolute light ignited in those eyes that were always filled with hesitation and confusion!
As he awakened, the blue light behind him converged into a halo, a symbol of the awakening of true words.

This time, he's going to... help Ashura!

As long as this anger remains, Asura can return!
But the problem is, even a god-human body cannot bear that anger that even death cannot extinguish?
Not to mention fighting against King Yama...

The container... needs a new container!
A container large enough to hold this anger that has exceeded all limits!

Thinking of this, Yaksha looked up at the sky.

Their gazes were fixed on a massive pile of wreckage!

Those are... the remains of the [Causal Fortress]!

Although the main structure was destroyed in the previous battle, it was not completely destroyed!

And within the core area of ​​that fortress...

Deus was tasked with carrying the immense mantra that was powerful enough to drive the causal fortress and purify the "karma" of the entire planet.

It took ten thousand years of painstaking effort to create an ultimate mantra energy core!

Its name is—the Eight Extremes Furnace!!!
(End of this chapter)