Five hundred years of stacked Q, this one Q, unique and unparalleled throughout eternity!

Under the baptism of blood, the entire capital city descended into even greater chaos.

Behemoth admired the scene below, which to him was a hundred times more alluring than the most beautiful black dragon from hell he had ever seen.

"But...it's time to end this!"

The frenzied emotions spread instantly, and scorching dragon breath spewed out from the hideous maw, crashing down tens of thousands of meters in the sky.

A red curtain, stretching across the sky, covered the entire world, announcing the arrival of the end times.

Before the scorching heat even reached the earth, it caused several rivers around the capital to evaporate instantly.

If it weren't for the remaining protective array maintaining basic operation, all living beings would probably have been annihilated the moment the dragon's breath manifested.

In that instant, the ice curtain that had once frozen the Leviathan rose again in the sky, attempting to block the scorching dragon breath.

Luo Tian could see that Avenia, inside the Gathering of Heroes, was staring coldly at the sky, her eyes hard-won into absolute zero ice.

However, this was just a futile resistance.

How could Eviania, with her weaker divine power, possibly contend with the extremely powerful and evil dragon?

Almost instantly, the ice curtain melted away, and a cold, muffled groan echoed throughout the entire capital.

Subsequently, most of the capital city was shrouded in that crimson sky, and destruction was imminent.

Amidst this scene of destruction, Luo Tian finally couldn't help but sigh softly, slowly rising from his throne, the power of the Soul-Sucking Strike in his right hand beginning to gather.

The Abyss Will, standing to the side, grew an even deeper smile.

But at that very moment, in the center of the plaza where the coronation ceremony was being held in the palace, the spiral tower that everyone had overlooked, reaching straight into the clouds, suddenly emitted a faint golden light.

The next moment, the great sun reflecting on this starry world in the sky suddenly burst forth with a brilliance a hundred times greater than usual, and a light curtain formed entirely of sunlight engulfed the scorching dragon breath filled with destruction.

Luo Tian was stunned. Even the Abyss Will, which had everything under control, couldn't help but show a hint of astonishment.

Then, as if a heavy door had been opened with a bang, a tall figure slowly walked out from the palace that symbolized the central palace.

The wide, white-gold imperial robe draped languidly over her delicate figure without appearing bulky in the slightest. The jade belt at her waist perfectly outlined her graceful curves, and the robe was adorned with golden patterns resembling the sun, exuding magnificence and reverence.

Beneath the jeweled crown, her long, silvery-white hair cascaded freely down her back, and her bright red eyes subtly revealed a sacred and inviolable majesty.

Her long, beautiful legs were concealed beneath the imperial robe, and as her jade-like feet moved lightly, glimpses of alluring white skin could be seen from beneath the slit in the hem.

Her holy radiance purified all the filth of the world.

This was none other than Yin Qianyu, who had not appeared before Luo Tian for a long time.

At this moment, the aura emanating from her was no longer that of a Saint, but rather she had crossed the threshold of the Divine Fire Realm and entered the level of intermediate divine power, and was at the peak of this level.

Like Ares before him, he was just one step away from reaching the realm of powerful gods.

Such a rapid rate of improvement is extremely abnormal. To leapfrog four major realms—demigod, divine fire, weak divine power, and weak divine power—and directly enter the realm of intermediate divine power is simply unheard of in all realms.

However, Luo Tian could sense that Yin Qianyu's divine power level was not stable.

Something seemed to be burning within her at an extremely terrifying speed, before quickly returning to the world. The powerful divinity temporarily maintained Yin Qianyu's unstable intermediate divine power level.

That thing burning like the sun suddenly reminded Luo Tian of Yin Qianyu's famous ancestor, the Sun King, who was known as the strongest person below the level of a powerful god and held the power of the sun.

After the fall of the Sun King, the divine authority over the sun was lost.

As the highest divine office among the natural divine offices, the whereabouts of the Sun Gods are highly valued even by the Star God King.

After centuries of fruitless searching, the matter was left unresolved.

Yin Qianyu's meteoric rise to power was likely due to her finding the Sun King's divine position and borrowing it in some way to obtain such immense strength.

Meanwhile, the Will of the Abyss couldn't help but speak with a hint of amazement:

"What a courageous little girl! In this barren world, someone actually chose to burn her divine power of the sun in exchange for temporary strength."

She has the ability to burn the divine authority of the sun, which means she has already gained divine recognition.

If she chooses to secure her inheritance, she could reach the level of intermediate divine power in just a few decades, and it wouldn't be impossible for her to even glimpse the realm of powerful divine power.

After a slight pause, the Abyss Will glanced at Luo Tian and said meaningfully:

"I didn't expect Lord Luo Tian to have such a move in mind!"

Upon hearing the words of the Abyss's Will, Luo Tian's face revealed a complex expression.

He recalled that when he learned that the Daughter of the Abyss was about to arrive in the Star World, all the forces were filled with fear and unease. Only Yin Qianyu, who was in seclusion, comforted him through Shuang Ye and said that she would handle these matters.

At the time, Luo Tian only thought that Yin Qianyu's words of comfort were genuine.

Looking back now, Yin Qianyu must have already prepared herself to burn her divine power as the Sun God to support Luo Tian.

The moment Yin Qianyu stepped out of the long-sealed palace gates, the entire world seemed to cheer for her.

The brilliant sunlight from the sky fell upon the entire capital, enveloping the majestic city in a holy and radiant aura, seemingly unable to tolerate even the slightest darkness or evil.

Above the sky, the enormous wings of the extremely evil dragon, which blotted out the sun, could no longer obscure its brilliance. As the supreme authority among the natural gods, the sun finally displayed its unparalleled majesty at this moment.

On Behemoth's body, the black scales that even divine punishment could not destroy in the slightest began to melt away under the sun's radiance, and a painful roar came from Behemoth's mouth.

"Bastard!"

The pained Behemoth swung its massive dragon claw toward the capital, but was blocked outside by the radiant barrier, unable to advance an inch.

A dark glint flashed in Behemoth's dim eyes as its massive body rose into the sky, its scorching dragon breath gathering once more.

In an instant, the raging fire that had consumed everything in the world fell again, engulfing the entire capital.

The earth began to melt, and the solid barrier of light began to distort slightly under the dragon's breath.

"You are merely a sun god of middling divine power. Even the sun god king of the world of gods would not dare to underestimate me. Today, you will surely perish here!"

Ignoring Behemoth's angry voice, Yin Qianyu had already crossed the huge square and walked to the top of the spiral tower.

Her bare, jade-like feet gently trod on the forged steps, the hem of her imperial robes trailing behind her, as she slowly ascended the spiral tower that stretched straight to the heavens.

In an instant, the reliefs carved on the spiral tower were illuminated, and a grand sound, seemingly from nowhere, began to echo throughout the world.

The legends and epics recorded in the reliefs seem to have stepped out of the past, enacting the history recorded in human civilization.

A sublime and majestic light slowly illuminated the steps.

Yin Qianyu strode up the long staircase that stretched to the sky, each step seemingly reflecting the ancient times, the sacred aura growing ever stronger.

Above the sky, Behemoth felt a vague unease that seemed to come from nowhere.

The power of the light barrier above the capital was beyond his imagination. Although the destructive dragon breath distorted the light barrier several times, it seemed that each time it was just a little short of completely shattering it.

But this point is like an insurmountable barrier.

"This is not the kind of power that a mid-level divine power could possibly display!"

Behemoth was uncertain in his mind.

He looked up at the increasingly dazzling sun in the sky, as if something between heaven and earth was gradually returning.

That is the power of the sun. At the beginning of the world, countless powerful powers transformed into divine offices, thus creating the gods.

By merging with divine authority, one can seize power and leap to become a god who transcends the mortal realm.

Now that Yin Qianyu has burned her divine power, the authority of the sun will soon return to that great sun, no longer bound by the authority of the gods. How could the great sun not be happy?

Yin Qianyu effortlessly borrowed power from the sun, connecting the light curtain that enveloped the capital city to the sun in the sky.

Unless Behemoth shatters the great sun in the sky, this curtain of light cannot be shaken.

Even for powerful gods, the idea of ​​shattering a great world's sun is utter nonsense.

It should be understood that the sun, as one of the supreme authorities that has been passed down through the ages, has a status that cannot be simply summarized by the stars.

Vitality, light, and nature are all derivatives of the sun's authority.

Even in the Xuanhuang Great World, the name of a supreme being named Taiyi still circulates to this day, which shows the importance of the sun.

Behemoth knew that he could not possibly destroy the light barrier before the sun lost contact with it.

However, he could sense that the connection between the sun and the light curtain was not fixed, and as the great sun that illuminates the world, its radiance could not forever cover the capital.

The moment the connection is broken, that will be his chance to strike.

As time slowly passed, the sun began to set in the west at an extremely slow pace, and Behemoth could clearly sense that the brilliance of the light curtain was gradually dimming.

A bloodthirsty smile began to appear on Behemoth's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face.

Finally, in the blood-red glow of the setting sun, the luminous curtain broke off from the sun, and the radiance shattered amidst a shower of fluorescent light.

Feeling the barrier in front of him disappear, Behemoth's massive body charged into the capital without hesitation.

At that moment, a strange spiral tower suddenly came into his view.

From the lowest level straight up into the clouds, the entire tower was completely illuminated from bottom to top, and a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a white and gold imperial robe was slowly walking to the very top of the tower.

At this moment, she seemed to have lost her original abundant divinity; in her burnt-out divine duties, the power of the sun had long since returned to the world.

She stood at the very top of the spiral tower, just like an ordinary person.

Behemoth's face revealed a malicious smile. He naturally recognized the person in front of him as the weak sun god who had previously connected the light barrier to the sun and forcibly prevented him from destroying the capital.

Now that she has lost her position as the sun goddess and her divinity has been completely burned away, she is not even an ant in front of Behemoth.

The enormous dragon claw slowly rose and descended towards the tower.

Behemoth looked on with anticipation, wanting to crush the figure in the white-gold imperial robes, along with the loathsome tower.

But in the next instant, Behemoth almost burst out laughing.

The human, who looked less than an ant, actually drew a longsword from the altar at the very top of the tower and used it—a sword so small it seemed too small to be used as a toothpick—to meet Behemoth's outstretched dragon claw.

"Truly, amusing ants..."

"Clang!!!"

Before the words had even finished, a clear sword cry pierced the night sky, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

Behemoth felt an omnipresent pressure from heaven and earth assailing him. In this world, it seemed as if countless warring heroes were unleashing their fury, and the sounds of clashing weapons merged with the cry of the sword.

Above the capital, a golden dragon seemed to be rolling, and countless wills from the bodies of the people converged into that long sword.

Behemoth was shocked to find that the ants who had been in a frenzy during the day, burning, killing, and looting, had now all gathered in front of the palace gate, looking with reverence at the figure in the white-gold imperial robe on the high tower.

The national fortunes of a vast empire spanning nearly half a world and thousands of planes converged on the longsword, slashing heavily towards Behemoth.

The silvery sword light ripped through the twilight sky, illuminating the entire world as if it were daytime. Under that sword light, which seemed to cleave even heaven and earth, half of Behemoth's body, with its dragon claws extended, was completely annihilated by the sword light.