Chapter 787 - 787: 736 End 3

Dark clouds cloaked the sky, and thunder roared. Snowflakes gradually faded, and bean-sized black raindrops slowly fell.

Raindrops splashed onto everyone, but no one cared, and no one tried to shield themselves.

All eyes were fixed on Long and that bizarre black human-shaped figure.

The space seemed to freeze at that moment.

Only the raindrops moved, falling as everyone became absolutely still.

Long stared at the black human figure with a twisted expression, unable to speak for a long time.

He had imagined many trump cards these people might play, but he never expected that it, indeed, still existed.

"I thought I would completely disappear back then." The black human figure raised its head, revealing a face identical to Long's, without eyes or nostrils, only a large mouth.

This face, many monsters might have, and might overlap.

But only that peculiar aura... that aura akin to his, he would never mistake.

"By now, everything I should remember, I remember." The figure was the one who emerged from Taoyuan.

At the moment, it completely lacked the casual lightness it had while chatting with Zhang Rongfang, instead exuding a trace of deep solemnity, belonging to an elder, to the accumulation of years.

"Everything stems from that day in the past." The figure walked step by step towards Long.

"And now, it should end."

"No! I orchestrated all this bit by bit! Who do you think you are!? Coming out at the end to seize everything that belongs to me!? On what grounds!?"

Long swung his sword forward in an instant.

A large swath of golden sword marks appeared out of thin air like a net, covering the figure.

This was the Atomic Sequence Sword Technique Three, able to momentarily slice adversaries into the smallest atomic fragments. It was the purest, most powerful attack.

Compared to other techniques, this one bore no additional capabilities, merely was the strongest in damage.

But eerily, these golden networks, like phantoms, passed through the figure, crossing over its body.

As if it didn't exist at all.

"Utterly meaningless." The figure suddenly accelerated forward.

One step.

Its body instantaneously merged with Long's, completely overlapping.

"My body, should return...."

At that moment, Long's arm holding the sword froze in midair, motionless.

He seemed like a machine that had lost power, completely still in place.

And around him, purple whirlpools appeared once again in the air.

Within the whirlpools, the final Secret Keeper Race, Sol and others appeared once more.

"This is the final destiny." Sol sighed. "If it weren't for dire circumstances, we wouldn't disturb the master's deep meditation."

"Sol, weren't you dead?" Ounan exclaimed joyfully from below.

"Dead several times, but as Secret Keepers, our bodies can be replaced, regenerated, and remanufactured at any time." Sol smiled. "Long time no see, Ounan, you've aged too."

"Aged? Perhaps." Ounan stepped forward to support the already severely injured La.

"So now, what are we? Won or lost?"

"The master can only delay for half an hour at most. We must quickly open the channel and transfer everyone!" Sol swiftly said sternly.

"Got it!"

All the leaders exchanged glances and quickly began to gather the remaining subordinates and populace.

The Human Alliance, Spirit Alliance, Eternal Palace, many demons, and everyone received the signal, rushing towards here.

"Open the passage!" La handed the key to Ounan.

"Coordinates will be changed soon. The reason I fled earlier was because Long already discovered our strategy; the coordinates were still set by him. You must hurry."

"Understood!"

Ounan and Fen exchanged a look, both swiftly stepping forward, beginning to operate and modify the new coordinates.

Modifying the coordinates required first opening the White Tower's operation interface.

Fen extended her right palm, her palm lit with dots of blue light, like numerous tiny data floating and flashing.

She pressed it onto the White Tower's surface.

'Authorization passed, manipulation dial opened.'

A deep mechanical voice sounded.

Instantly, the surface facing her split open automatically, revealing the intricate hidden control panel below.

"Recite for me! Quick!" She looked at Ounan beside her.

"Alright!"

Ounan had already taken out the prepared small note, lowered his head, and read aloud.

"377419...."

Listening to the coordinate numbers, Fen's fingers swiftly tapped on the white keyboard.

The clatter of keystrokes like raindrops continued incessantly, at lightning speed.

Soon, the coordinates input was completed, and she struck the final enter key fiercely.

Bang!

Suddenly, a large gray hand firmly grasped her wrist from behind.

Fen trembled all over, quickly turned her head to look.

What met her eye was Long's grim, icy, bizarre face.

"Really sorry.... couldn't be completely tied down, disappointing you all...."

Long's mouth curled into a strange smile, suddenly exerting force.

A flurry of golden threads sprang out from his palm, completely enveloping Fen, tossing her away.

Boom!!

Fen was completely wrapped up and slammed fiercely into a building, breaking it in half on the spot, pieces of rubble flying everywhere.

She was buried in the debris, losing consciousness instantly.

"You damned insects!!" Long condensed a longsword in his other hand again.

"You think finding that fleeing primal consciousness will reverse everything?? Ridiculous!!"

At this moment, a golden half-vertical eye appeared on his brow, chaotic golden halos continuously flickering and shooting out from that eye.

"Die!!" The longsword swept across fiercely, slashing towards Ounan and the Three Evil Kings, but just as it was swung halfway, it suddenly froze motionless.

"Quick! The lord is controlling the contest for this body's ownership, let's hurry!! Quickly confirm the input coordinates!"

Sol lunged towards the input keyboard of the White Tower, but before he could get close, a new golden glow forcefully shoved him away.

Long appeared once more in front of the White Tower, his body continuously exuding two distinct auras of purple and gold.

Purple was a strange aura unfamiliar to everyone, yet somewhat familiar, like the pollution aura of the Three Evil Kings, only with higher concentration and intensity.

And gold was the energy aura Long had been using all along.

Obviously, purple was Dipa, and gold was Long all along.

Long's expression alternated between calm and ferocious, the change was as rapid as spasms.

Several surrounding people kept rushing forward, attempting to hit the final confirm key, but were blocked outside by Long, unable to approach.

After several consecutive attempts, Ladi Lan of the Three Evil Kings suddenly turned sharply, no longer charging towards the White Tower but flying directly toward the long-distance passage.

"Since we can't leave, then destroy the passage, let's all die together!!"

His voice was hoarse, filled with intense despair.

At this moment, Long's expression finally changed slightly.

"You dare!!" He swung his sword with one hand, fiercely slashing toward Ladi Lan.

No sword move, just a random swing, but this instantly distracted him and Dipa from their struggle over control of the body.

In an instant, he froze again, standing still on the spot.

His expression constantly changed, sometimes calm, sometimes ferocious.

"Hurry!!"

Sol, Fen, Ounan, La, the Three Evil Kings, everyone finally saw the opportunity, rushing towards the White Tower, trying to press the confirm operation key.

Boom!!!

In an instant, half of Long's body suddenly exploded, shattered into countless pieces, and disappeared into nothingness.

The huge explosion brought a massive impact, an invisible transparent shock wave, instantly crashing into those several people close by.

Refusing to relent, the Heart-Burning Furnace and the pre-installed devices on them simultaneously activated, along with the purple crystal pollution power of the Evil Kings, each employing their means to block this explosion.

"You think you've won!?" Long's remaining half body laughed wildly to the sky, "Even if I abandon half my body, I absolutely won't let you completely take everything away!!"

"That was originally mine, how could it be said to be taken away." Dipa's voice resonated in the air.

"You're nothing but a newborn consciousness, after all these years, I've comprehended the ultimate martial will, strengthened this body, made countless efforts and sacrifices, only thus could I reach such an invincible state!"

Long's laughter was low, the destroyed body rapidly healing, repairing, restoring to its original state.

"Besides your primal identity, what else can you do? What else do you have?" He spread open his arms, "You simply are not qualified to control this body!"

At this moment, the purple aura and the golden aura on his body continuously wrestled, with purple gradually beginning to dim.

"Disappear, one who should not have appeared!" Long laughed, golden light on his body growing more intense and brighter.

Boom!

A streak of golden light swept horizontally out from his hand, fiercely striking towards the White Tower.

Long unexpectedly took advantage of the slack time to strike at the White Tower.

After all, the coordinates had already been confirmed, destroying the White Tower to prevent the others from modifying the coordinates was his purpose at this moment!

"Vanish! You humble insects!" He completely suppressed Dipa's purple light, his body suffused with constant waves of golden halos, a sword slashing toward the White Tower.

Under the glow of the golden light were the pale and increasingly despairing faces of everyone else.

Helplessness was the only feeling in everyone at this moment.

The original subordinate consciousness of Long they hoped to entangle was now only barely interfering with his actions.

The last shred of hope was utterly extinguished, everyone's hearts felt as if they were empty, their entire thoughts, all their emotions, at this moment converged onto that swinging golden sword.

Long's golden sword light swept out, painting a sixty-degree fan shape.

Buzz!!

Just as the sword light was about to hit the White Tower, Long's hand suddenly froze.

"Life and death, success and failure, all are like an illusion. If it's a dream, it will eventually wake."

Dipa's voice sounded again.

"Long, you should wake up."

A purple pattern manifested out of thin air on Long's chest, the pattern seeming like the visage of a member of the Tri-Eyed Race.

Calm, majestic, seemingly flawless.

"This is...!!? The final trump card of the Spirit Eye Race!!?" Long was trembling all over, a trace of fear and unease in his speech.

"I actually... would lose??!" On his sword-bearing arm, purple light and gold light wrestled for control over his flesh.

Purple light was now rapidly gaining the upper hand, spreading and expanding to various parts of his body.

"I.... refuse!!" Long opened his mouth and let out a piercing cry.

His face twisted, revealing threads of unwillingness and struggle.

"It's so painful.... my body..."

"I regret not completely killing you back then!!"

"You...."

"Did you think I would kneel down like this to beg you? Cry my heart out, deeply repent?"

In a flash.

His expression suddenly changed, reverting to the initial eerie smile state.