Chapter 1786 - 457: Everlasting Embers_2

Chapter 1786: Chapter 457: Everlasting Embers_2

Strength grew at an unprecedented speed through slaughter, the Sword Momentum Domain expanding continuously, a hundred meters, a thousand meters...

He grew stronger with each battle, writing invincibility within his domain.

But personal invincibility is still insignificant in the face of a war sweeping across an entire civilization.

His domain could not cover the entire front line, and his strength couldn’t reach other cities that were continually falling.

He could guard a moment, a place, but couldn’t preserve the collapse of an entire civilization.

The more Erosion Light Clan he slew, the more intense the desire for destruction born from his sense of helplessness grew within him.

Finally, after piercing through the legion of the Erosion Light Clan, he stood atop the mountain of corpses, gazing at the surging tide of the Erosion Light Clan approaching once more from afar.

A mad idea blossomed in his heart.

Since the front line couldn’t be held, then go and destroy the Source.

He no longer looked back at the Dream Weaving Clan domain engulfed in flames, casting his gaze into the depths of darkness.

The blood-colored Iron Sword in his hand felt his resolve, the gorgeous blood color collapsing and condensing, growing deeper in hue, eventually becoming an ultimate dark purple that devoured all light.

Thus, the Sword of Destruction was forged.

Without saying farewell to anyone, Cang Xuan, alone and carrying the Sword of Destruction, charged towards the Erosion Light Clan’s clan land without hesitation.

A new battlefield where death was almost a certainty.

At the moment of entering the Erosion Light Clan territory, it was as if he had fallen into eternal darkness.

There was no direction here, only the ceaselessly surging warriors of the Erosion Light Clan.

Like a tide born of darkness itself, wave after wave, endless.

Cang Xuan’s sword became the only light in this darkness.

He forgot time, forgot exhaustion, even forgot himself, only the sword in his hand.

His fragile body reached its limit in endless slaughter, sustained solely by the dense Heaven and Earth Energy of the Land of Dreams.

Every breath felt like swallowing liquid Spirit Marrow, supporting his endless slaughter.

His consciousness wavered in the torrent of memories.

The petals of Martial City, grandfather’s teachings, the Sword Dao passed down through dozens of generations into his hands, the triumphant reports on the broadcast... these scenes supported his will and catalyzed his Destruction Sword Intent.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Under the intense destruction and extreme emotion, his Sword Momentum Domain swelled madly at an unprecedented speed.

Kilometers, tens of thousands of meters... finally, a terrifying dark purple Destruction Domain, covering a radius of a hundred thousand meters, erupted with him at its center.

Within the domain, as Erosion Light Clan warriors stepped in, they were reduced to nothingness without even a speck of dust remaining.

Cang Xuan did not know how much time had passed, perhaps months, perhaps years.

Until at some point, the sword he swung came to an abrupt halt.

The killing rhythm that had persisted instinctively for countless years suddenly broke.

Inertia caused him to stagger a few steps forward before he barely steadied himself.

He instinctively lowered his head, looking at the hand holding the sword.

What met his eyes was a shriveled skin, a hand aged with prominent veins.

A few strands of hair fell before his eyes, not the black in his memory, but an eye-piercing white.

He was momentarily stunned, raised his hand to brush his cheek, feeling loose skin and deep wrinkles beneath his fingers.

Only then did he belatedly feel that exhaustion was surging through his body.

Slowly raising his head, he looked around.

The dark purple Destruction Sword Aura was slowly dissipating, revealing a cleansed environment.

As far as the eye could see was a vast, deathly silent expanse.

The ground covered with black dust that was weathering away, nothing at the edge of sight.

He really had... singlehandedly swept clean this Erosion Light Clan land.

Did he win?

Did he guard it?

Cang Xuan dragged his exhausted, white-haired body like an elderly man nearing the end, walking through the graveyard of civilization he had created with his own hands.

But there was no joy in his heart, only endless fatigue.

It’s time to go back.

Back to that land, for which he had fought.

Cang Xuan set off on his way back.

When he crossed the long road and returned to Hope City, established by the Dream Weaving Clan in the Land of Dreams, he couldn’t help but freeze in place.

In front of him lay an endless expanse of ruins.

The once towering remnants of the Floating City resembled the bones of a giant beast, half buried in the weathered sand and stone.

The once bustling streets had been consumed by vegetation, leaving only some broken Metal and Crystal Stone fragments, testifying to the civilization that had once existed.

"Where... did you all go?"

A dry, hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat, trembling.

He began to search, to shuttle through this graveyard of civilization.

He entered the ruins of buildings that could barely be recognized as important institutions, lifting broken alloy beams, digging through accumulated dust.

Finally, he found a relatively intact Spiritual Information Recorder.

The protective Rune had long failed, covered in a thick layer of dust.

He trembled as he activated it, the shattered device screen lighting up, playing segments of snowy images.

But Cang Xuan’s gaze was fixated on the date still ticking in the lower right corner of the screen.

The numbers displayed had a 200-year difference from those in his memory.

"Two hundred years..."

He murmured to himself, the information recorder in his hand fell to the dust with a "pop," shattering to pieces.

He had destroyed the Erosion Light Clan.

But the civilization he protected long ceased to exist before he achieved victory.

He fought alone and killed for two hundred years, but in the end, it was all for naught.

Cang Xuan, hunched over, stood amidst the ruins, raised his head, gazing at the deathly silent sky, his white hair fluttering in the wind.