Chapter 680: Independence Day
After activating Swallow the Sky, every inch of Han Luo's skin began to shimmer with a lustrous radiance.
His arms, previously cracked and torn from activating Mountain Collapse, now became smooth and pristine as new.
Yet, his jet-black hair began to whiten at a visible speed.
It was as if all the essence, qi, and spirit of his entire being were gradually converging into this single blade stroke.
This was a battle between man and heaven.
The blade pointed at the heavens.
According to the creator's intent, even the lofty heavens themselves were destined to meet their bitter end beneath this blade of Swallow the Sky!
The wind died, and the surroundings became frighteningly still.
It was as if the attention of all creation had focused upon that single blade.
"The Sky!"
Carrying every conviction, every ounce of power, the wild blade light collided with the downward-crushing shadow.
In the first millisecond, the shadow was torn open by a one-meter gash.
In the tenth millisecond, the shadow was torn open by a one-kilometer gash.
In the hundredth millisecond, the shadow was torn open by a ten-kilometer gash.
In the thousandth millisecond, the spent blade halted, embedded deep within the shadow.
It left behind a terrifying fissure nearly twenty kilometers long and three kilometers deep.
A lingering, indignant bitterness coiled within it.
There were no residual shockwaves; all power had been concentrated and utilized in the process of cleaving through the shadow.
The material comprising the shadow was far more robust than the ground. Had Han Luo's Swallow the Sky blade struck the surface of Water Blue Star, it would have surely carved a horrifying scar two hundred kilometers long and ten kilometers deep, directly piercing through the Earth's crust.
A metropolis of tens of millions would be reduced to dust and ashes by half a strike, with even the traces of its existence completely obliterated.
This was the strike of Swallow the Sky, the ultimate power gained by a Six-Tier powerhouse, sacrificing everything.
...
"Captain..."
The members of the Hell Team looked up at the sky.
Only faint glimmers of blade light remained.
A body, like a tattered rag, fell from the depths of the shadow.
The vice-captain, who had secretly harbored feelings for Han Luo, tenderly caught him.
"Did... I... succeed?" He spoke a complete sentence haltingly, like a dying old man.
Tears streamed from her eyes, dripping onto Han Luo's face.
Someone nearby shook their head.
"Just... as... expected..."
"I... declare... the Hell Team... withdraws..."
"Boom!"
Just as Han Luo realized he was no match and was about to pay a hefty penalty to forfeit the mission, a white figure swept past, bringing with it bursts of sonic booms.
By the time the wind quieted again, nothing remained of the scene.
Han Luo had merely intended to gamble; if he lost, he would simply accept the penalty and return to the Main God Temple. He never expected to be instantly killed before he even had a chance to declare his surrender and return to the Main God Temple.
...
With the annihilation of the Hell Team, the colossal finger, several hundred kilometers in diameter, began to fade into an ethereal form.
The oppressive gloom vanished, and the sun once again shone upon this land.
But everything felt as if an eternity had passed.
It took the combined strength of millions of Holy Progenitors to barely summon a phantom of Bai Mo's finger into this reality.
A single stroke of Swallow the Sky had carved a twenty-kilometer gash into the finger's phantom.
Twenty kilometers was indeed a terrifyingly abnormal fissure, enough to devour a city whole, but for a finger phantom several hundred kilometers in diameter, it was merely like a mosquito bite.
This was a pure, absolute disparity in magnitude.
...
Within the ethereal realm, Bai Mo, having reverted to his human form, observed the black lightning coiling around his index finger.
A small portion of Swallow the Sky's power, a forbidden technique, had actually penetrated his projection and directly attacked his true body.
Though the lingering fragment of power could be extinguished with a mere breath, it undoubtedly piqued his interest.
The ability for avatar projections to attack the true body was a somewhat troubling piece of news for a Ghost Immortal, who possessed the weakest frontal combat power among the Five Immortal Paths.
If a newly ascended, pure Ghost Immortal had taken that strike from Swallow the Sky, there's no telling if they might not have been severely wounded by Han Luo.
For a mortal to harm an Immortal, even at the cost of his own life to heavily wound one, was nothing short of a miracle.
...
Having lost Han Luo, their pillar, the completely demoralized Hell Team was instantly taken out by Bai Mo with a Finger of Death.
Just like little Ming Qi, who had been "reincarnated as a human," they would begin their new lives in the Land of White.
Perhaps they would fully integrate, or perhaps they would leave after earning enough redemption fees; those were matters for another time.
Thus far, the probing forces dispatched by the Main God—the Heaven Team and the Hell Team—were all annihilated.
...
"Hell Team, all personnel annihilated."
"Special War Mode will now activate."
Within the Main God Temple, countless Reincarnators in various reincarnator teams heard the Main God's prompt.
"Special Mission!
World War:
Eliminate all invaders from otherworlds.
This mission is a large-scale team mission. All reincarnator teams belong to the same faction. Harming members of the same faction is strictly prohibited.
Reward: ..."
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"I heard both the Heaven Team and Hell Team fell. This world is far from simple, it seems."
"That's obvious! I've been a part of the Main God Temple for thirty years, and I've never seen such a crazy mission order. It's actually mobilizing all Reincarnators not currently on a mission within the Main God Temple."
"Old He, you've persisted for so many years. Do you know just how many people the Main God commands?"
"Who the hell could count that? The Main God's missions have such a high mortality rate. Newcomers are like leeks; they come in batches and die in batches. Just us tough old leeks remain."
"..."
"Just a friendly reminder: exchange for more life-saving items." Old He, the seasoned veteran Reincarnator, patted the shoulder of his newly acquainted friend before leaving.
Old He had scraped by in the Main God Temple for thirty years, having experienced over sixty worlds. He was one of the longest-surviving individuals in the Main God Temple, having witnessed so much life and death that he had grown numb.
"Once I'm done with this mission, I should have saved up enough points to resurrect her, and then I'll leave the Main God Temple."
He clutched a slightly yellowed photograph tightly.
The photo showed a girl in black and white.
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"This is Water Blue Star?"
Xu Xuan Ling, leading the Human Federation delegation, arrived in this new world half an hour later through a fully charged world-traversing gate.
The nearly spirit-less environment made the cultivators setting foot on this land feel a little unaccustomed.
At the same time, they were also a little uneasy.
In a low spirit qi environment, their recovery speed would be much slower than in a spirit qi-rich environment.
Unless they cultivated certain energy-absorbing Spirit Arts and then hugged a power plant for energy.
However, they never intended to stay long on Water Blue Star; once the harvest was complete, they should leave.
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"Warning! Unidentified colossal flying objects have appeared in outer space, surrounding Water Blue Star! A total of thirteen vessels! Each vessel exceeding a thousand miles in diameter!"
Within the Castille Federation Presidential Palace, utter pandemonium suddenly erupted.
"One of them is parked directly above us!"
"Mr. President, I believe we must dispatch a special envoy to initiate communication with them first," a refined, bespectacled middle-aged man suggested.
"Fool! The warships are parked above Alfonso Washington City! This is a declaration of war! Do you understand what 'declaration of war' means? What's there to talk about?" A burly man in military uniform immediately retorted sarcastically.
"Oh, Mr. Jack, you're as rude as a bear."
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