Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

That is, to completely and unharmedly liberate the body eroded by artificial stigmata, while at the same time ruthlessly squeezing out the limits of artificial stigmata.

For the first time in his life, he was able to fully utilize all the power he already possessed.

This is the trump card that the boy has kept hidden until now.

A trump card that I've conceived of a million times in my mind, but have never used even once.

Success rate? Specific effects? What are the costs?

I don't know, but I have to use it.

The flame in the boy's heart will never be extinguished unless he drags that high and mighty god off his throne.

The crimson feathers disregarded the distance of time and space, gently landing beside me.

In a fraction of a second, the boy grasped the Feather Dust amidst the flashing lightning of the ocean.

The half-dead [Stigmata] was forced to revert to its passive state under Su Qing'an's relentless pressure, and all the rivers of Honkai energy surged into Yu Duchen.

Then, a magnificent crimson overwhelmed the field of vision, and in the fleeting moment of trembling consciousness, everything between Yu Duchen and his soul was completely intertwined.

Countless illusions flashed by, and countless eddies of emotion seemed to be recalling the past. Amidst the chaotic and endless stream of trivialities, a faint but resolute voice gently pierced through the soul.

Don't be afraid, I will help you.

Time seemed to stand still in the outside world. The Feather of Dust in his palm had merged into his soul, but the thousands of crimson feathers seemed to have become a derivative of the Feather of Dust and the [Holy Mark], thus swaying and falling to contend with the thunderstorm.

Su Qing'an's dark eyes turned a fiery red like a lotus, and his long, pure white hair fell over his shoulders. He had changed his tattered coat into an ancient garment woven from Honkai energy threads.

This completely unexpected change seems to be the work of the highly spiritual Yu Duchen.

Combined with the boy's already handsome face and aloof expression, this scene resembled a hermit living alone in the mountains.

75. Martial Immortal VS. Third Herrscher.

Su Qing'an felt an unprecedented clarity within his body, a scene that had only been recreated once before in the Sacred Mark Space when Rin served as his natural Sacred Mark.

But that was just a vague illusion in the spiritual world. No matter how real it was, it was still far inferior to reality.

Unrestrained and without any scruples.

The chains that imprisoned lifespan and shackles were temporarily transferred to the realm of Yu Du Chen via the [Holy Mark], allowing Su Qing'an to truly unleash his full power.

Moreover... due to the unexpected changes within Yu Du Chen.

This state of complete connection between oneself and the self seems to be even stronger than one initially imagined.

Su Qing'an was unaware that he was dressed in ancient clothes, with white hair and red eyes, resembling an immortal. Perhaps the change in appearance could not quell the increasingly burning fire in his heart, or perhaps all of this was already insignificant under the influence of killing intent.

[Thousand Stars] Maximum Amplification.

The burst of lightning vanished with a deafening roar, and like a raging fire in the sky, it suddenly unleashed a magnificent storm.

The boy stood in the center of the storm, his snow-white hair flowing down, serene and unwavering.

In the next frame, Su Qing'an stepped on the crimson feathers that had vanished along with him, and in the instant that time seemed to stand still, he approached the Third Herrscher.

His five fingers defiantly ignored the Honkai energy defense, piercing through the dense lightning plasma to grab her slender arm.

In the instant the force twisted, the destructive energy of heaven and earth surged into the body, forming a corresponding inspirational arrangement.

Cunxin Boxing Technique, fully revamped.

【Eight Desolations】

With a forceful flick.

One kilometer, two kilometers, three kilometers.

The girl's petite body was relentlessly smashed to pieces by unreasonable techniques, shattering three apartment buildings and a department store along the way.

Each collision generated massive bursts of lightning, seemingly trying to counteract the immense force. However, the terrifying kinetic energy, carrying an irresistible force, completely ignored the power's struggle within a mere three seconds, slamming Sato Yuno against the highway.

This is Su Qing'an's own Inch Heart Fist Technique.

After truly breaking free from constraints, the boy finally found his own inspirational meme.

This seemingly casual flick was the culmination of his accumulated skills and the ultimate martial arts technique he had reached.

On the pure path of martial arts, he unknowingly began to stand shoulder to shoulder with that immortal.

Even further...

The Third Herrscher lay beneath the spiderweb-like cracks in the ground, her slender figure facing the sky shrouded in dark dust. Her pure white skirt remained undamaged, swaying gently in the wind.

Sato Yuno seemed to still cherish the expensive white dress, but her delicate face was indifferent, her eyes were empty and lost, like a silent doll.

The Third Herrscher was unharmed, just like Himeko when she was transformed into a suicide warrior. Her body was covered by a massive Honkai energy barrier, making physical methods meaningless to her.

With the added power she used herself, it was only natural that Sato Yuno was unharmed.

But the slender arm that the boy once held was now covered in bruises.

Even more unreasonable, the [Stigmata] ruthlessly absorbed a portion of the Honkai energy from the Third Herrscher's body in that instant, taking advantage of the brief moment of emptiness to directly damage her frail physique.

Even a Herald should not reveal the slightest flaw when facing a Martial Immortal who has reached the third realm of the Divine Void Sword Qi.

In fact, if Su Qing'an were willing, with this unexpected ability and speed, the probability of the Third Herrscher dying would be ten percent.

But he held back.

After that, the corrupted consciousness will no longer give Su Qing'an the opportunity to truly kill Sato Yuno.

This is good.

Only like this...

Only in this way can he deal with the Third Herrscher using a fighting style that aims to kill the opponent with all his might.

Only in this way can Su Qing'an find a way to redeem herself without being half-hearted.

The Honkai energy flowing within the Third Herrscher's body is far greater than the Honkai energy required for those thunderstorm phenomena, resulting in the previously almost inexhaustible Honkai energy reserves being more than half destroyed by this single attack.

Such formidable opponents are Herrscher-level beings; the Herrscher core, connected to the imaginary space, possesses an endless supply of Honkai energy.

Su Qing'an was unsure of the true limits of the [Stigmata], but in its partially destroyed state, the current [Stigmata] could not accommodate the Herrscher's continuous attacks indefinitely.

This means that once this boundary is breached, the indelible power of the [Stigmata] will easily crush its own body.

Even in a semi-dead state, the [Stigmata] still gave the boy the confidence to face the Herrscher head-on.

The power of the [Stigmata] is very simple.

First, the phenomenon of absorbing Honkai energy or Honkai energy itself.

Second, store this Honkai energy.

The last ability is the key to forming a solid triangular cycle.

That is, to release the absorbed Honkai energy.

At the same moment that the Third Herrscher was thrown into the avenue, causing the ground to sink and emitting a mournful cry.

Standing atop the dark clouds formed by a million corpses, Su Qing'an whispered:

"Too dirty."

Thus, all the Honkai energy absorbed was released, recreating the terrifying celestial phenomena shaped by the Herrscher's power.

In an instant, a thunderstorm that spread into a filthy sea of ​​clouds engulfed everything.

The human skeletons and Honkai energy particles swirled together into a beam of pitch-black light.

The essence of the soul was frantically squeezing the limits of the [Holy Mark], attempting to revive it with more power.

The Taixu Sword Qi assists in controlling the collapsing energy between heaven and earth, causing it to be gathered, compressed, and shaped.

At last.

The thunderous magma solidified, and the Sea of ​​Light dried up.

In the blink of an eye, only a corpse and the power-forged [Calming the Waves] remained in the once clear sky.

The boy gripped the sword hilt without hesitation. With steps that swept across the light and shadow, as if across fifty-five thousand years, he unleashed [Time Slash] at the distant Third Herrscher.

The Third Herrscher remained silent, requiring no medium or skill, no thought or concern.

She merely grasped the person's hand in a perfunctory manner.

Power governs rules; strength is the only truth.

Countless Honkai energy particles were born amidst flashes of lightning, colliding and expanding millions of times over an infinitely stretched period of time.

Before the boy could even get close, the Honkai energy naturally took shape and then erupted.

The dragon head that emerged from the void emitted dangerous thunder and a wind that resembled a hoarse roar.

Its clearly defined beast eyes resembled intricately interwoven lines. It stared directly at the faint sword mark etched from top to bottom in the sky and at the boy who had arrived before it. It leisurely raised its head and let out a long cry, emitting a deathly sigh of destruction.

It couldn't outrun the speed of the sword being drawn, but it became the Third Herrscher's impenetrable wall, hindering the sword strike.

Su Qing'an's body appeared insignificant compared to the monster formed from the condensation of power, and the immense Honkai energy it contained seemed to have already seen through his own limits.

The [Stigmata] cannot contain the Honkai energy level all at once.

If one stubbornly enters the dragon's head alone and is forced to the limit of the [Holy Mark], it would not be surprising if one were to simply die.

However, what [Feather Crossing Dust O Critical] allowed Su Qing'an to reach was not only his own peak combat power, but also allowed him to surpass the limits he could not achieve before.

When their souls are highly linked and overlapped, reaching a wondrous frequency, even the power of the [Stigmata] is shared with Feather Dust.

Countless crimson feathers are all illusions of Feather Crossing the Dust, yet these illusory bubbles, indistinguishable from reality, have indeed become extensions of the [Holy Mark].

Facing the Herrscher's wide-ranging offensive alone should have exceeded Su Qing'an's capabilities, but this seemingly simple extension was enough to break through that constraint.

Accompanied by gentle murmurs and whispers in her ear, the formless Feather Duchen, fused with the soul, manipulated a mesmerizing illusion and descended upon the world.

The crimson ocean was as magnificent as the rosy clouds, and for a moment, the boy pulled these clouds, which seemed to fill the sky, to the front of the dragon's head.

This is a fragile illusion.

This is an illusion that needs no destruction.

This is a pointless trick.

But each feather, as exquisite as a work of art, is an extension of the [Stigmata].