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Chapter 156 'Thunder God's' Origin Authority!!! (35 chapters out of 2 words, please vote!)

In that instant.

All the darkness that had gathered within the curtain of eternal night surged towards Long Que Zhan E like rivers flowing into the sea!

The blade instantly transformed into a black hole that devoured everything, and a blade light more profound than the abyss tore through the solidified icy domain, silently slashing towards the Chosen One!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a soul-chilling sound of annihilation.

Wherever the blade's edge passed, the extremely cold ice crystals silently turned to dust, and even the light was completely erased!

For the first time, the icy killing intent that froze everything on the Chosen One's face was replaced by unbelievable horror!
A dark blue light erupted from his body, and countless layers of ice crystal shields instantly stacked and froze, attempting to block the all-consuming dark edge!

laugh--!
Like a hot knife cutting into ice that has been frozen for thousands of years.

The blade's edge pierced through layers of ice shields without any hindrance!
The Chosen One grunted and was sent flying backward into the darkness!

The magnificent dark gray trench coat on his chest shattered silently, revealing a terrifying wound with charred, carbonized edges, yet crackling with tiny starlight and dark red lava lightning inside. It slashed diagonally from his shoulder blade to his ribs, deep enough to expose the bone! Scalding blood mixed with ice crystal fragments spurted out!

"Ugh—!"

The chosen one let out a painful and furious roar, and for the first time, a deep-seated resentment ignited in his eyes!

He stared intently at the demonic figure of ice and fire intertwined in the darkness, as if trying to etch Fang Qingyu's image into his soul!

The next second, he pressed his blood-stained white glove against the gruesome wound on his chest!

hum!
A blinding, eerie blue light, mixed with blood, suddenly erupted!

A massive, intricate and mysterious rune made of ice crystals instantly unfolded beneath the Chosen One's feet!

The light engulfed his figure!
When the blinding blue light dissipated, only large splatters of blood, with ice crystals clinging to the edges, and a few blood-stained fragments of white gloves remained on the deck.

The Chosen One has vanished.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence enveloped the dilapidated cargo ship.

The curtain of eternal night slowly contracted, merging into Fang Qingyu's black flame armor, which was on the verge of collapse.

The sea breeze blew in again, carrying a strong smell of blood and burnt flesh.

"puff!"

Fang Qingyu could no longer suppress it, and a mouthful of scalding blood gushed out, staining the frozen deck in front of him a dazzling dark red!

The eternal night armor covering his entire body cracked and peeled off like broken ceramic, turning into black smoke and dissipating!
Then his knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily onto the cold, twisted steel. The Dragon Sparrow Slash fell to the ground with a clang, automatically transforming into a lightning orb.

My vision spun, and all I could hear was the roar of my blood rushing and the groans of my bones straining under the weight.

Within his body, the forcefully combined and briefly erupting forces of ice and fire completely spiraled out of control!

The left side of his body was as if it had been thrown into a furnace, with dark red lava patterns flashing wildly, and blood vessels under his skin bulging and about to burst, radiating scorching heat!

The right half of his body felt as if it had fallen into an icy hell. The starlight energy was out of control and surged wildly. The excruciating pain of his meridians being frozen and torn swept over every inch of his nerves!
The two forces, like two out-of-control dragons, were tearing and colliding wildly within his shattered body!
But looking at the night sky...

Fang Qingyu's lips still unconsciously curled into a slight smile.

At least we survived.

A martial artist who had reached the Microscopic Realm, along with a second-level first-realm warrior, survived the attacks of the Chosen One.

This is absolutely a miracle.

In combat power that transcends even those at different levels of life.

There has never been a case of someone surviving.

"Fang Qingyu!"

Beside him, Jiang Wei's small figure stumbled and rushed to his side, her clear eyes filled with anxiety.

Ignoring her own shivering from the cold, she grabbed Fang Qingyu's tattered combat uniform, soaked in blood and sweat, and tore it open with all her might!
scoff!

The fabric is torn.

Fang Qingyu's bare upper body was exposed to the cold sea breeze.

shocking!

On Fang Qingyu's muscular chest, abdomen, and even the skin of his arms, there were strange, crisscrossing patterns that resembled shattered porcelain!
These lines are like light shining from deep within the flesh, covering the entire body.

The lines on the left side were dark red, like flowing lava veins, radiating intense heat, and the skin was burned red and blistered!

The patterns on the right side shimmered with a cold, eerie blue starlight, and wherever they passed, the skin was covered with a thin layer of white frost, and the muscles were as stiff as iron!

Two distinctly different and terrifying rifts collided and intertwined violently along the midline of his chest and abdomen, as if two forces were vying for ultimate control of his body, forming a terrifying area of ​​scorched black and icy blue intertwined, a bloody mess!
The skin even developed tiny, glass-like cracks!
"Ugh!" Fang Qingyu felt so much pain that his vision went black, and even breathing was excruciating.

"go!"

Jiang Wei's face was taut with tension, and the golden-red light in her eyes was brighter than ever before!
The small body burst forth with amazing strength, grabbing Fang Qingyu's almost limp arm and dragging his heavy body up!

"Hold on!" Jiang Wei's voice was filled with an unwavering determination.

In the distance, the piercing sirens and the cacophony of voices, accompanied by beams of powerful flashlights, were rapidly approaching the dilapidated cargo ship!
Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Wei threw a fireball onto the bloodstained deck, then, supporting Fang Qingyu, unleashed a speed disproportionate to her size, smashing through a rusty hole in the side of the cabin like a ghost, instantly disappearing into the deeper night and crashing waves outside.

……

On the banks of the Qingjian River, the top floor is a single-level building.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the river flows silently in the night, reflecting the bright yet distant city lights on the opposite bank.

Fang Qingyu sat with his bare, muscular upper body exposed, leaning against the cold floor of the living room, his back against the huge floor-to-ceiling glass.

Cold sweat soaked the stray hairs on his forehead, dripping down his sharply defined jawline.

Fang Qingyu gasped for breath, each breath accompanied by a searing, tearing pain in his chest and abdomen, a sensation of ice and fire.

Look down.

Although the terrifying dark red and eerie blue cracks beneath the skin had dimmed considerably, they were still clearly visible, like a curse branded into flesh and blood, pulsating slightly with each heartbeat.

Jiang Wei knelt beside him, her small brows furrowed tightly, her clear eyes fixed on the hideous battlefield on his chest and abdomen, her face serious as never before.

"You see?" Her voice was soft, yet carried a heavy weight, breaking the deathly silence in the room. "This is the price of forcibly fusing two systems of power. The martial artist's blood furnace, the cultist's authority. They are like ice and fire, light and darkness, the two poles of the world. Forcibly stuffed into the same 'container.'" She stretched out her small finger and very carefully touched the area on Fang Qingyu's chest where the charred black and icy blue skin was intertwined, and the skin showed fine cracks.

hiss--!
Fang Qingyu gasped, the intense pain causing his muscles to tense instantly!

"The result is what you are like now." Jiang Wei withdrew her finger, her small face solemn. "If the container is not sturdy enough, it will be completely torn apart from the inside by the conflicting forces within."

Her gaze swept over the terrifying cracks beneath Fang Qingyu's skin, like lightning striking the earth, and her tone carried a hint of lingering fear: "If it weren't for your physical foundation far surpassing others of the same level tonight, and your Golden Body breaking through its limits to forcibly contain that momentary burst of power, you would already be a pile of broken pieces."

silence.

Only Fang Qingyu's heavy breathing echoed in the empty living room.

Fang Qingyu slowly raised his hand, looking at the faintly pulsating dark red lines under the skin of his palm, and feeling the cold, stinging pain of the residual starlight energy in the meridians of his right arm.

“So,” Fang Qingyu’s voice was hoarse, yet unusually calm, even carrying a hint of cold certainty, breaking the heavy atmosphere, “it’s not that we can’t coexist.” He raised his eyes to look at Jiang Wei, a near-mad light flickering in his deep eyes, and asked, word by word:

"It's my 'vessel,' my physical body, that's not strong enough, right?"

Jiang Wei was stunned.

Her clear, large eyes widened slightly, as if she hadn't expected Fang Qingyu to come to such a conclusion after experiencing such intense pain.

She instinctively wanted to refute this ironclad rule that defied common sense, but looking at the terrifying yet still "existing" cracks on Fang Qingyu's body, and feeling the two violently clashing forces within him that had not truly destroyed him instantly.
The seriousness on her face was slowly replaced by a strange expression.

The confusion and contemplation eventually transformed into an unbelievable sense of understanding.

like
It actually works?!
This conclusion was so revolutionary that she was speechless for a moment.

After a long silence, Jiang Wei suddenly remembered something. She hurriedly reached into her small handbag.

A rustling sound of searching.

"Oh, right! And this too!" She carefully took something out of her bag, a hint of apology and regret on her face. "I was hitting it too hard just now, I didn't protect it properly."

It was that dark golden "divine embryo"!
But at this moment, the smooth, round eggshell was covered with fine, spiderweb-like cracks!
A dark golden light shone through the cracks, carrying a strange and unsettling rhythm of life.

In the center of the eggshell, at a slightly larger crack, a tiny golden speck of light, no bigger than a grain of rice, yet so dazzling it was impossible to look directly at, floated quietly there!
It seems to embody the purest light and the will of thunder in the world; just looking at it makes one's soul tremble!

Fang Qingyu's gaze was instantly drawn to that tiny golden light.

A throbbing sensation originating from the instinct of life, an indescribable longing, surged forth from the depths of the soul!

Almost instinctively, he reached out his blood- and sweat-stained fingers and gently touched the floating golden light.
The instant your fingertips touched the golden light!

Om-! ! !
Deep within Fang Qingyu's mind, that dormant atlas was painted with golden glints for the first time.

[High-purity fragments of the 'Thunder God's' original authority have been detected!]

This fragment contains composite authority characteristics such as 'destruction,' 'rebirth,' 'judgment,' and 'extreme speed'!

[Conditions met! Career template being activated]

[Activate the new divine class immediately—'???'?]

[WARNING: The activation process will trigger a lightning tempering of the body! Those with insufficient physical strength will face certain death!]

Fang Qingyu looked at the prompt, his expression slightly serious. Red indicated extraordinary beings, while black indicated life-threatening beings.
The words "divine profession" are written in gold lettering.
Could this be the true path to godhood through hitchhiking?!

Jiang Wei once said that as long as the power is the same, it doesn't matter who has it.

Inside the golden egg... was it actually the authority of the gods?!?

Fang Qingyu suddenly remembered this matter.

According to what the Transparent Man said before, Creation Technology seems to have more than just this one Divine Embryo.
His mind immediately started working.

However, the words "ten deaths and no chance of survival" instantly suppressed Fang Qingyu's primal urges and desires.

Current physical strength.

It absolutely cannot withstand a direct strike of lightning.

"what happened?"

Jiang Wei keenly noticed Fang Qingyu's momentary blankness.

Her clear, large eyes were filled with worry and a hint of doubt.

She didn't see the golden light that merged into the eggshell; she only saw Fang Qingyu suddenly lose his focus after touching the eggshell.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking that this thing must be very important to Creation Technology, otherwise they wouldn't have sent a Chosen One to get it."

Fang Qingyu snapped out of his daze, shook his head, and looked at the eggshell.

The dazzling golden light, so bright it was impossible to look directly at, vanished silently the moment it touched my fingertips, as if it had found its home.

Only the cracked, dark gold eggshell remained, emitting a faint afterglow in Jiang Wei's palm.

"Indeed, it's a pity the egg broke. I'm sorry."

Jiang Wei apologized again after hearing this.

"It's nothing." Fang Qingyu endured the excruciating pain of being torn apart by ice and fire inside his body. Looking at the cracked eggshell, his eyes were unusually calm, even carrying a hint of ruthless indifference. He casually waved his hand and said, "If it's broken, it's broken. We can just steal another one."

"Huh?" Jiang Wei paused in her small hand holding the eggshell, her clear eyes widening instantly, her face filled with astonishment, as if she hadn't heard clearly, or as if she was stunned by this overly simple and unpretentious solution.

Should we grab another one?
That's a Chosen One, a second-tier transcendent being.

Neither of them has even reached the top of the first tier yet.

Fang Qingyu looked at her unusually dazed expression, and his lips twitched, which aggravated his wound and made him gasp.

Jiang Wei snapped out of her daze and looked at Fang Qingyu's pale face, which was showing signs of suppressed pain, and the shocking cracks under his skin. The astonishment on her face quickly faded, replaced by a resolute expression.

She carefully placed the broken eggshell on the clean floor beside her, then suddenly stood up.

"Wait for me!" she said, and her small figure quickly ran towards the bedroom.

Fang Qingyu leaned against the cold glass, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, trying to sort out the remaining power of the violent conflict within his body.

Not long after, Jiang Wei ran back, clutching a brand new notebook and a pen tightly in her hand.

She sat cross-legged opposite Fang Qingyu, opened her notebook on her lap, her face tense, her eyes focused almost sacredly.

She took a deep breath and then began to write furiously.

The pen tip glides across the paper, making a soft, rustling sound that is particularly clear in the quiet living room.

Fang Qingyu looked at her serious profile, somewhat puzzled.

Time passed slowly, and Jiang Wei wrote very quickly, with fine beads of sweat even appearing on her small face, as if she were recalling and replicating something extremely complex.

Finally, she filled two whole pages, let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had completed an extremely difficult task.

She carefully tore off the two pages, held them in both hands, and handed them to Fang Qingyu.

Her small face showed a hint of unease and embarrassment, and her voice was very soft:

"Here you go. This is something I learned from an uncle of my family when he was teaching his son body refinement. I listened and wrote it down. I think it's called the Annihilation Transformation Body? It should be much better than your current body refinement method."

Fang Qingyu looked at the paper handed to him. It was written in Jiang Wei's delicate but slightly immature handwriting, densely filled with cultivation routes, breathing techniques, and various extremely harsh, even torture-like, tempering methods. The content was profound and mysterious.

It is indeed far superior to my own Heavenly Drum Thunder Sound Body.

Is this... payment?

Fang Qingyu's heart stirred slightly.

Looking into Jiang Wei's clear eyes, filled with pure worry and a sincere desire to help, a warm feeling quietly flowed through my heart, temporarily suppressing the excruciating pain in my body.

He solemnly reached out and took the two pages of paper that seemed to still carry the girl's warmth.

"Thank you." Fang Qingyu's voice was a little hoarse, but exceptionally sincere.

Jiang Wei shook her head vigorously, the slight embarrassment on her face instantly replaced by a deeper seriousness: "No! I should be the one saying thank you! If it weren't for you tonight—" Her words trailed off, and for the first time, a clear trace of lingering fear flashed in her clear eyes—the most instinctive fear when facing the abyss of death.

But then, that fear was covered by a strange calm, as if it were merely stating a distant yet familiar fact: "I'm going to die again."

The overly calm statement made Fang Qingyu's heart sink slightly.

Just how many deaths has this little girl experienced?

At the same time, Fang Qingyu also understood.

Jiang Wei is a reincarnation.

Moreover, this is by no means the first time.

That's why he can say such things so calmly.

But this situation involves death.
If this happens to me, it also means that I am on the verge of death.

So Fang Qingyu spoke slowly, his voice hoarse from the intense pain, his tone unusually steady, clearly piercing through the sobs of the river wind:
"Don't worry, it won't happen again."

(End of this chapter)