Chapter 863: The Ring of Blasphemy?

The location of the Golden Tribe's Treasure Vault.

Outside the coffin.

Aloflis stared blankly at the scene in the sky.

The Fading End that had covered her body was already gone.

Because Colorless had never paid her any mind. Compared to battling Ye Qiyan, she was merely a Golden Tribe intelligence. Even if the entire Golden Tribe were to be resurrected, Colorless would still feel no fear whatsoever.

Because the Golden Tribe had blocked their path forward.

He and the other six True Gods had brought the End to the Golden Tribe. Even if He were to do it all over again alone, He would make the same choice.

This was the pride of one who stood at the pinnacle of the Wasteland Species, yet still pressed ever forward.

"So strong... can humans actually accomplish something like this..."

"Yeah... truly unexpected."

A voice filled with wonder sounded from behind Aloflis.

Her pupils contracted, and she immediately spun around, only to see a young girl standing beside the coffin, gently caressing the corpse lying within it.

"Mas... Master?"

Tears welled up in her eyes. She shouldn't cry. As an intelligence, she shouldn't even be capable of crying...

But...

"Long time no see. Though to me, it feels as if I just died and then opened my eyes again, but... I'm sorry, Aloflis. It must have been so hard for you, right?"

Julia, daughter of the last Governor of the Golden Tribe.

Also the "Captain" of this fragment of the primordial world that had been used as an escape pod.

Aloflis threw herself into the girl's arms, opened her mouth, and bit down hard on her shoulder.

As if venting the loneliness and resentment of countless eons.

Julia gently stroked her back, then raised her eyes toward the sky and murmured softly.

"Thank you, Ye Qiyan. The daughter of the Golden Tribe's final Governor shall offer you the last laurel."

As her words faded away.

Ye Qiyan, who was locked in fierce combat with the Colorless Will, suddenly heard Miatira's notification chime.

[Ding dong!]

[Title acquired: The Last Glory Laurel]

[No need to equip: Stamina and Spirit maximum permanently increased by 100 points. You possess all rights of the Golden Tribe... if they still exist.]

[Julia, daughter of the Golden Tribe's final Governor, offers you the last laurel]

Ye Qiyan glanced toward the ground.

He saw the young girl beside the coffin and Aloflis.

"Well, no matter how you look at it, this deal isn't a loss."

The Dream Trace radiance on the Dreamweaver grew ever more brilliant.

A laurel crown of golden thorns faintly materialized above his head.

The moon that had been clashing with the arrow finally overwhelmed its opponent.

The great bow scattered, and the full moon crashed to the earth.

The body controlled by the Colorless Will finally bore its first wound.

Even though the wound healed in an instant.

He had bled.

Round after round of moons descended continuously.

The Colorless Will raised both fists and, for the first time, condensed a barrier of Fading Power before its body.

This time, it was His turn to fall into the dust.

Nine layers of moons stacked together, erupting with earth-shattering force.

This single strike pierced through the earth!

Ye Qiyan clenched his somewhat numb hand. "Sure enough, even if I don't have to worry about consumption, even with another hundred points added to the ceiling, it's still far from enough. But... it's sufficient."

[Moon Veil] → [Tear-Engraving Sword]

Weapon switch.

The Tear-Engraving Sword appeared in his hand.

In the very center of the chaotic battlefield, there was now a small patch of pure white flowers.

A beautiful young girl in a white dress knelt there, gazing at Ye Qiyan with pale red eyes that blinked again and again. Her ten fingers interlaced, and a scene resembling that on [Demon Card · Red Tears] materialized in this place.

The Ancient Battlefield began to solidify.

Shadows upon shadows flashed behind Ye Qiyan.

Spirit and Stamina drained at a terrifying rate, and even the Dream Trace struggled to keep up.

Faceless figures merged with the sword.

An invisible sword momentum continued to condense.

At the same time.

Within that cloud of dust.

The Colorless Will slowly rose to its feet.

More and more power from His true body flowed into this vessel, only stopping when cracks began to appear and it could no longer contain the strain.

"A pity. This dream is merely a tiny fragment of a world. The power this body can withstand is limited to this. But... it's enough."

The colorless long stairs scattered the dust.

A colorless sphere formed in His hand.

Then it transformed into an eyeball, gazing toward Ye Qiyan.

Wherever its gaze passed, all color vanished.

The Wandering Star Holy Sigil expanded at full force, yet cracks appeared upon it.

Ye Qiyan's Stamina and vitality instantly dropped by a third. But only a third.

The power of the Tear-Engraving Sword had finished converging.

He looked down upon the [Colorless Will] on the earth below through [Arrogance], spread his five fingers, and the Tear-Engraving Sword vanished before his palm.

At that very same moment of disappearance.

The Colorless Will felt an intensely powerful premonition. He instinctively raised a hand to defend, yet suddenly realized that the head of this body had already fallen to the ground.

He... had been decapitated?

"Ha, hahahaha!"

Without a head, the body collapsed heavily, but His will did not dissipate.

The headless corpse stood back up, and upon the clean cut, a black-and-white sphere condensed.

He laughed heartily, filled with immense joy, yet shook His head with regret.

"Another power I have never seen before. A sword that transcends the lines of Karma and Fate. Impossible to block, impossible to dodge. Even my true body would surely suffer from this attack.

What a pity, Ye Qiyan. Your power is not yet strong enough. If this were the true primordial world of the Golden Tribe, then with the might of that Card Sequence, even if my true body were here, it would suffer grave wounds.

But this is merely a tiny fragment of a world.

Still, this battlefield is quite interesting. It possesses such a powerful aura, yet I have never known of its existence."

Ye Qiyan said nothing. He merely glanced silently at his bleeding arm and calmly shook off the blood upon it.

Sure enough, it still wasn't enough.

Even with the effect of the Dream Trace, where every attack he made was as powerful as using the Golden Critical Strike Card.

Facing a True God, it still fell just a little short in the end.

That little bit... what was it?

In an instant, Ye Qiyan's mind completed its analysis.

Authority? Presence? Power? Or...

His gaze landed on the [Dreamweaver] floating beside him, and suddenly, something occurred to him.

["When the Card Sequence reaches three, it can form a Ring. Even a Blasphemy Card should follow this rule. So..."]

The Dreamweaver flew toward his back.

The [Ring of Evil] manipulated [malice].

The [Ring of Calamity] drove [disaster].

Then what about the Ring of Blasphemy?

Blaspheming False Gods?

No.

It shouldn't be just that.

Just as the title [Blasphemer Against the Gods] cannot take effect against [True Gods].

And mere monsters with a sliver of divinity.

Aren't even worthy of being targeted by the [Ring of Blasphemy].

So what could it be?

"Let's just find out by trying."

As [VII · Anchor], [V · Judge], and [X · Dreamweaver] came together.

All the Card Sequences of the [Ring of Evil] and [Ring of Calamity] spread outward, until, at the very center, they left behind a space designated for a [Ring].

Except for Red Tears, no other Card Sequence was qualified to remain at the center.

Three cards had arrived.

From this moment on, they would converge into a Ring.

At this very instant——

The Colorless Will suddenly felt an overwhelming sensation.

That sensation...

Was called a Path.

A broad, infinite, endless Path!

And the source of this feeling was the dark golden Ring now manifesting behind Ye Qiyan!