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Chapter 181, The Place Where the Beast God Fell From Grace

"A genius like Jiang Ming will grow stronger with every extra day he has."

A monster who could pass through the fifteenth level of the Cosmic Chaos Monument at the Universe Judge level—how much would he have grown to after thousands of years?

"If we give him tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years, the price we'll have to pay to eliminate him will be too high."

"Therefore! Gentlemen, we cannot wait for him to show up any longer."

"The problem now is that we can't find out where Jiang Ming is at all, so we can't make any targeted arrangements."

"Then force him to come out."

"Jiang Ming disappeared for thousands of years, but the Ming Cult he founded still exists. The Ming Cult was a force he created himself, and given his character, he would never stand idly by and watch his own power be destroyed."

"Destroy the Ming Cult!"

"We don't need to actually destroy it. We just need to convince Jiang Ming that we have the ability and the determination to destroy the Ming Cult. As long as the Ming Cult is in danger of destruction, Jiang Ming will definitely appear."

"Our three major clans have joined forces to set up a trap, waiting for Jiang Ming to step into it."

"My demon race agrees."

"The machine race has no objections either."

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The three parties quickly reached a consensus, and the hidden agents of each race were activated.

A deadly trap targeting the Ming Cult is being set up by a conspirator!

The primordial universe was a desolate and barren wasteland of stars.

This star field is located in a corner of the universe, far from all prosperity and vitality.

Within a range of tens of thousands of light-years, there are no life-bearing planets, no celestial bodies in motion, and even cosmic dust is pitifully thin.

The Silver Palace spaceship hovered in the center of this desolate star field.

Jiang Ming sat upright in the control room, the light shining through the simulated exterior onto the void in front of him, which seemed to have been ravaged by the wrath of the gods.

This is a star field with a diameter of over 30,000 light-years.

Unlike the desolate star systems the Silver Palace spaceship had traversed, the desolation here carried a suffocating sense of fragmentation.

The void is not a naturally occurring state of tranquility; every inch of space is filled with fine cracks.

Even after countless years, those cracks still cannot be healed.

There were no celestial bodies, no dust, and not even a complete spatial structure.

This is a truly desolate place.

"The place where the Beast God fell."

Jiang Ming stood up, looked at everything in the outdoor simulation, and the next moment he took a step and teleported away from the spaceship.

The moment Jiang Ming stepped into this star field, he felt an indescribable sense of oppression surging from all directions, pressing down on his will.

Those are the remnants of will left in space by countless powerful individuals who fought with all their might at their peak.

The fine silver line between Jiang Ming's eyebrows slowly cracked.

Third Eye, fully open.

A dazzling silver divine light poured out like a waterfall, enveloping the entire void within a radius of several light-years.

From Tianmu's perspective, the true face of this desolate star field was finally revealed to him.

The surroundings were no longer empty void, but rather a fragment of an incredibly magnificent ancient war scene.

Each force left an indelible mark in the starry sky. The high quality, strength, and quantity of these forces were the greatest Jiang Ming had ever seen in his life.

"A total of dozens or even hundreds of universe lords surrounded and killed him; even a fifth-order universe lord would perish."

Jiang Ming sighed softly.

Jiang Ming closed his eyes, and an unprecedentedly brilliant divine light suddenly burst forth from between his brows.

The divine light spread in all directions like a tide, enveloping the void within a radius of tens of light-years.

Over the course of countless years, the marks have long since become dilapidated and broken.

But Jiang Ming doesn't need the complete traces; these damaged fragments are enough for him to piece them together.

Jiang Ming sat cross-legged in the void, immersing his entire consciousness in the analysis of his Heavenly Eye. The traces of power scattered throughout the void began to slowly converge in his consciousness.

The first streak of light.

It was an extremely ancient and extremely violent axe light.

Jiang Ming discerned from the fluctuations of the laws contained in this axe strike that time paused, space was cut, and matter was annihilated. These three ultimate mysteries were perfectly integrated in this axe strike, forming a near-unsolvable ultimate attack.

The second streak of light.

It was an extremely cold and eerie needle mark. The needle tip pierced through space, striking a target at an unbelievable angle.

The power contained in the needle tip is not violent, but extremely concentrated—it compresses all destructive force into a tiny point, and once it hits, it will completely disintegrate the target's divine body from the inside.

The third light trail, the fourth light trail, the fifth light trail...

Countless streaks of light converged in Jiang Ming's consciousness, each streak representing an attack from a cosmic lord.

They come from different directions, contain different laws, and display different fighting styles, but they all point to the same goal.

Golden Sky Beast God.

When the number of collected light traces exceeded one thousand, the outline of the Beast God began to emerge deep within Jiang Ming's consciousness.

It was an extremely blurry and damaged phantom, its specific shape unclear.

Its existence can only be vaguely sensed.

Jiang Ming did not rush to proceed.

He precisely calibrated the position, angle, and timing of each light streak, and then pieced them together one by one with the help of Tianmu.

This is an extremely large and complex project.

Fortunately, this wasn't the first time Jiang Ming had tried doing this.

It was something I was quite familiar with.

By placing each streak of light in the correct position and corresponding to the correct time point, the entire picture of the great battle of that year is reproduced from a complete perspective.

When the ten thousandth light trace was accurately pieced into the scroll, Jiang Ming finally saw the beginning of that great battle.

That was a star field completely different from the one we know today—a star field that had not yet been destroyed by the great war.

The stars are dazzling, the galaxy flows, and the energy of the universe is so concentrated that it is almost liquefied.

At the heart of this star field, a colossal beast, beyond description, lies dormant.

Golden Sky Beast God.

It perched on a giant star, its four hooves treading on the star's surface, its long tail encircling the star's equator.

Its body is absolutely perfect; every inch of flesh, every bone, and every scale perfectly conforms to the laws of metal and air fusion.

It is a naturally perfect genetic life form, a natural master of the universe, and a natural beast god.

But the enemy it faces is even more powerful and terrifying!

This was a meticulously planned ambush.

The battle reached a fever pitch the moment it began.

From the very beginning, the Beast God was at a complete disadvantage. However, these attackers surrounded him without killing him, only constantly depleting his divine power. Whenever the Beast God tried to lock onto a target and kill it with all his might, the other attackers would launch a fierce attack from all directions, forcing the Beast God to return to defense.

When the Beast God's divine body was finally depleted to a certain critical point, it detonated its own divine body.

The scene abruptly ended at that moment.