Twilight Speaker

Chapter 232 Return
The withered old man was split in half with almost no power to resist.

He was stunned, but did not die, because he was also Chen Xiang, holding the power of death. He himself was dead and could not be further destroyed!

The withered old man in two pieces raised his time staff and tried to strike at the one-armed boy.

The latter just watched everything calmly and said slowly:
"This is the only solution."

The withered old man paused.

His expression changed, and he finally sighed:
"You may not be me, but I am you after all."

As he spoke, his body was growing and reviving, then it split into two, both halves complete, and two shriveled old men standing in front.

They said:
"I'm afraid this is useless? If it were so easy to break the situation, why did you wait until now?"

The one-armed boy said calmly:
"Naturally it is useless. It can only barely maintain the cycle this way. The real dilemma of the Paradox Box is Guixu. If you want to pass Guixu, all your authority and power will be swallowed up by the gravity of the long river of history. However."

After a pause, the one-armed boy said calmly:
"I said that Guixu has been filled up."

The two withered old men were silent for a moment, and one of them turned into a bridge, crossing Guixu. The one-armed young man nodded slightly and threw the other withered old man directly to the other side.

On the way of flying back to the abyss, the latter was still swallowed up by the long river of history, and all his authority and power were transformed into a weak soul origin, and finally entered the 1500th year of the divine calendar.

"Isn't this still useless?"

The withered old man who turned into a bridge asked in confusion. The one-armed boy did not continue to explain, but just stepped on him and walked towards the other side step by step.

With every step he took, the boy coughed up blood, and when he reached the middle of the bridge, he almost became a bloody man.

"You're too heavy!" cried the withered old man who was the bridge.
The one-armed Chen Xiang standing on it felt the gravity from the long river of history, and felt his authority and power being madly torn away, but he just said lightly:

"rise."

next moment.

A hand, the hand that Chen Xiang had lost, suddenly emerged from under Guixu!

After Guixu is filled up, the things and objects underneath it can also temporarily jump out of Guixu!
The big hand temporarily obscured the gravity of the long river of history, and turned into a fulcrum to support the withered old man who served as the bridge.
And Chen Xiang continued walking towards the other side.

Every step I took, I coughed up blood.

Finally, he reached the other side.

The withered old man stood up again, standing at the end of 2024, looking at the one-armed Chen Xiang standing at the beginning of 2026, and said absentmindedly:
"you made it."

"We made it."

Chen Xiang looked indifferent, lowered his head, and looked down at the entire river of history.

He speaks to the whole of history:

“This is actually your counterattack, right?”

The withered old man on the other side of the river was stunned, but the river of time remained calm, and Chen Xiang also remained calm. He said slowly:
"You know, a paradox box based on a time loop cannot trap me at all. Your counterattack and backlash have never been this paradox box, but my infinite life."

"Divinity is a gift to ordinary people, something they cannot get enough of, but for me..."

Chen Xiang still had no expression on his face, staring at the great years and history:

"Your counterattack will wipe out the last of my 'spirit'. At this moment, I have cut off all emotions and desires. I am neither a human nor a god."

"I am pure heaven and earth."

"It is the universe and reality, it is what the Chinese call heaven and Tao."

The river of time splashes waves, which seem to be mocking in the midst of grandeur.

Chen Xiang remained calm.

"pretty good."

He glanced at the withered old man on the other side of the river with a complicated expression, then turned around and walked towards the downstream of the long river of time.
Behind him, the withered old man called out:

"If you have lost yourself, what is the point of returning to the greatest being? Remember, you are Chen Xiang."

Chen Xiang paused for a moment, then continued to swim downstream.

His face was expressionless and his heart was calm.

………………The end of April in the Divine Calendar year 1525.

Most of the great city was in ruins.

Twenty-one dimensional true gods and the coalition forces of nine countries besieged the city.

"You surprise me."

A true god of a dimension stared at the woman holding the scepter and said calmly:
"A divine domain covering a city is so powerful. Who created this divine domain?"

Above the Great City, Lu Fenghua looked pale, tightly gripping the scepter. He did not respond, but instead activated the Great Divine Realm once again.

Some broken divine domains emerged, turning like a huge mill, striking towards the true gods of the four dimensions!

The true gods of the twenty-one dimensions joined forces to resist, and a spear made of pure thunder appeared in the hand of a true god and was thrown out quietly!
The spear pierced Lu Fenghua, who coughed up blood and looked even more listless, but still persisted.

This battle has been going on for several days.

At the beginning, Lu Fenghua could still rely on the scepter and the great divine domain transformed by Chen Xiang to attack all directions, but as time passed, he began to lose strength.
Even the entire great city was destroyed, and the outer third ring once again became a deadly place.
"Why bother to struggle fearlessly?"

Some true gods shook their heads, and they joined forces. A vast light shone up, covering the entire ruined city. The remaining people in the city fell into panic, staring blankly at the sky.

"This is...my city!"

Lu Fenghua roared and raised the scepter above his head, pushing the great divine domain to the extreme. He stepped forward and fought back!
He fell down.

The foundation of the existence of the Great Divine Realm is the Great City. Now the Great City is in ruins, and the Great Divine Realm is far from what it was at the beginning. It is now completely burned out!

Lu Fenghua fell from the clouds, and the entire great city fell into deathly silence.

"An ant trying to shake a tree, a mantis trying to stop a chariot; nothing is better than this." A true God spoke indifferently, and the coalition forces of nine countries set out, with the kings and popes leading the way, and stepping onto the land of the great city!
"The time has come."

Far away, the Lord of Donghong came over and landed in the great city. He stepped beside Lu Fenghua who was lying on the ground, lowered his head, and stared at him:
"Where's that guy behind you?"

For so many days, the 'Lord of Donghong' has been waiting, waiting for Chen Xiang to take action, but he has not waited for him, which is very strange.

Lu Fenghua collapsed on the ground, seriously injured and dying, and completely in despair. He watched the Nine-Nation Alliance enter the city in a daze, listening to the wailing of many people.
"Where is the guy behind you?" 'Lord of Donghong' asked again.

Lu Fenghua looked at Him with difficulty, coughing up blood, bewildered:
"I I don't know"

The Lord of Donghong frowned slightly, and finally shook his head:
"Whatever. It doesn't matter as long as the container is still there."

He took a step forward and disappeared into the shadow of the space. When he reappeared, he was already in a villa.

Several people in the villa suddenly looked sideways, all in shock, and the prince exclaimed:

"Father!"

Wei Qingqiu and Wei Tuantuan on the side both changed color, and Lu Sangdou in the corner shrank his neck.

A faint smile appeared on the face of the Lord of Donghong:
"You're all here, that's good, that's good."

He looked at his seven 'children' lovingly, and one after another, Qi emerged, binding and imprisoning his 'children'.
"Father, I have a ritual that I need you to complete."

The 'Lord of Donghong' smiled as if in the spring breeze.

…………

Lu Fenghua’s eyes were turning black. His injuries were too severe. Facing the true gods of twenty-one dimensions, he was already on the verge of death.

No, he was already falling towards death.

In a trance, he saw a big river sweeping towards him, with corpses floating on the river and souls sinking below the river.

"Am I going to die?"

Lu Fenghua thought so, and then he felt a sense of suffocation. He had been submerged in the River Styx and was drifting along the river towards the dimension of hell.

A hand held Him down.

Lu Fenghua looked hard and saw that it was a one-armed young man.

"How dare you come."

Suddenly, a vast sound was heard in the Hell Dimension, and a huge shadow emerged. Then, more tall shadows emerged from various dimensions and came over!
(End of this chapter)