Chapter 2077 - 90: Borrowing Fire

"Gu Changzhi?!"

Qinglong could not believe his own eyes.

He refused to believe that one who had died could rise again.

Yet that humanoid silhouette condensing within the rain of golden light was no illusion of dream!

Within the perception of the Sky Peak Divine Domain, a Transcendent aura that made Qinglong feel a powerful threat had appeared!

The traveller too was staring behind himself in utter disbelief at this moment.

The "she" he had spoken of, and the "he" Meng Xizhou had spoken of, were simply not the same person!

The traveller had never expected that the final trump card would actually be Gu Changzhi.

A man who had been dead for many years!

Indeed, if there were only the Light Fire and the Traveler’s Spark... then in this battle, their chances of victory against Qinglong were almost zero.

Mr. Bai Shu and Empress Lin Lei had just suffered defeat.

These two were both in their prime years, Great Success God Seats standing at the very peak.

Meng Xizhou knew very clearly that the time she had spent fusing the Light Fire was short; even if she brought Bai Xiu, who wielded the Extinguishing Candle, to sit in command at the rear, there was not the slightest chance of defeating Qinglong.

Yet... she still chose to launch the "final offensive."

Because if she did not, it would be too late.

Those two blocks of solid ice standing in the Sky Divine Domain were proof of Bai Shu and Lin Lei’s defeat, and also the final span of time they had won for the Three-Continents Alliance.

Given Qinglong’s nature, once victorious, he would inevitably execute these two God Seats.

But to disperse Lin Lei’s Da Han Origin would require a period of time!

Once the Da Han Origin was completely driven out...

The Fire Seeds of these two God Seats would be extracted, and at that time, Qinglong, holding four Fire Seeds in his hands, would truly stand upon invincible ground.

The Three-Continents Alliance could be blown out like a candle.

Meng Xizhou could no longer afford to wait... and thus today’s "kill formation" was born.

Each person within this kill formation was of utmost importance.

But the most crucial of them all happened to be the weakest in strength and the youngest in cultivation—Gu Xiaoman.

Not because of her resonance with the Wine Spark.

But because... she had won Mr. Gu’s recognition, and had been acknowledged by Gu Changzhi’s letter of legacy.

The existence of this letter was no secret to Meng Xizhou.

This was the Gu Family’s bottom-of-the-chest trump card; the old man might hide it from anyone, but he would never hide it from Gu Nanfeng, and between Gu Nanfeng and Meng Xizhou there were no secrets... she knew that within this letter was hidden Gu Changzhi’s "all-out strike," a Sanctuary Gu Changzhi had left for the old man. Lifelong, Gu Qilin had labored upon the battlefield, long since entangled by ill-omens and calamities; the end of his life was fated to be death in a "Catastrophe Explosion."

Yet if he chose to burn the envelope, then no matter what calamity he encountered, the old man could pass through in safety.

In other words.

This letter was the "Peace Letter" Gu Changzhi had given the old man; so long as he wore the envelope, he would be safe and sound.

And in the end, the old man chose to give the letter to Xiaoman.

He was no deserter, and had never been... he knew that his age was advanced; even if he joined the battlefield, he could no longer fight as fiercely as in his youth, no longer change the course of a battleground by his strength alone.

Thus he chose to play the heaviest card in his hand.

To entrust the mightiest weapon to the one most capable of unleashing its true effect.

Not long after returning to Changye, Gu Qilin died amidst the ill-omen of being entangled by "Disaster," a slight, regret-tinged smile upon his face as he departed.

Perhaps the single regret of his life.

Was that he did not live to see, with his own eyes, that letter blaze forth resplendent, sky-piercing radiance atop the spire of the Source Tower.

Now, Gu Qilin’s last wish... was at last fulfilled.

At the highest point of this world, golden rain drifted down; Gu Xiaoman used Dissolving Dream to ignite the sheet of letter-paper.

Gu Changzhi’s spirit revived above the Sky Peak Divine Domain.

That golden, towering silhouette, from the moment it appeared, greatly eased the oppressive pressure that Qinglong had brought down. The Four Seasons Wilderness spread swiftly, "seizing" nearly half of the Sky Peak Divine Domain, and an aura no weaker than Qinglong’s swept over everyone’s heads.

Even Bai Xiu, who had fled far from the battlefield, felt a sudden peace settle in his heart.

This was what Gu Changzhi had left behind.

"Weren’t you always saying... how regretful it was that you never got to fight Gu Changzhi in his peak years?"

Meng Xizhou drew a deep breath.

She looked at Qinglong before her and spoke coldly: "Now, your wish has been fulfilled."

Meng Xizhou took a step back.

She summoned forth her Light Fire, letting it float above the golden wilderness.

That blazing sun hung high atop the firmament’s summit, and in an instant, it burst forth with countless rays of scorching holy radiance.

Yet Meng Xizhou did not draw this holy light for herself... she poured all of it into the Four Seasons Wilderness!

"Rumble, rumble, rumble..."

The golden figure of the Four Seasons Wilderness, under the irrigation of the Light Fire, grew incomparably solid.

Gu Changzhi had once studied for a very long time in Light City; he had been the proudest Disciple of the previous Light God’s Seat. Had he not refused the Light God’s Seat’s Titled "Bastion," then Gu Changzhi would have become the master of the Light Fire.

In other words.

The compatibility between Gu Changzhi and the Light Fire was extremely, exceedingly high!

These solar holy rays were completely absorbed by Gu Changzhi’s lingering thought; his will at last revived, and within the Sky Peak Divine Domain his first words rang out.

"This place is... the Sky Divine Domain?"

Within those short few seconds, Gu Xiaoman had already transmitted to Gu Changzhi’s lingering thought all that had transpired across the Five Continents, along with the current state of the battle before them.

Though it was only a single strand of lingering thought.

That strand of spirit was still mighty, like a blazing sun.

Gu Xiaoman felt that the information she sent out was completely absorbed in less than a second.