CHAPTER 384: CHAPTER 201: SACRIFICE

The sharp intent of the spear cut through everything around.

Bronze, black iron, metal... even earth and gravel.

Everything was collapsing.

Vast stone pillars, along with the entire expanse of statues and walls, fell towards the large void below.

Ultimately, they disappeared into the dim and empty void.

Above, the dim Curtain of Eternal Night was pierced through.

Brilliant lightning flashed, covering the dark and dull night sky.

Angry thunder transformed into an ocean, and in an instant, ultimate daylight returned to this eternal land of night.

The magnificent Sacred Spear appeared at the edge of the sky, at the edge of the Astral Realm.

It pierced through the distant void of the Astral Realm and also pierced through the dimensional barriers.

In a split second, a part of the Astral Realm descended into the Main Material Plane.

Within a breath, it penetrated the Curtain of Eternal Night that shrouded the Lost Island.

Amid the cries of the storm, it effortlessly stabbed into the depths of the World Tree Fragment Plane.

The Sacred Spear—

Rhongomyniad.

Storm Anchor.

This is not a name forcibly inserted by mythologists to glorify it.

But rather, a genuine fact.

It commands storms and controls thunder.

This is merely the most basic authority that the Sacred Spear, now free from its thirteen bindings, can display.

In this instant, the roaring storm and thunder brought back the fleeting light to this island forever bathed in night.

"Speaking of which—"

"At this moment, given the atmosphere, should I not shout—"

"Spear come!"

Shiayar’s mouth curled into a slight smile.

His body lost its support and thus fell into the void below along with the scattered debris of the palace.

"What is this power?"

A roar that sounded like raging waves echoed in Shiayar’s spiritual world.

This was an unexpected turn of events for the Ancient Sun God.

He knew Shiayar’s mystery and power.

Therefore, from start to finish, he never let his guard down.

Relying on a handle of the Golden Elf in his hand, he temporarily stabilized Shiayar and immediately began preparations for reviving his true form.

Subsequently, as soon as his will entered Shiayar’s spiritual world, it immediately began to erode.

Even though Shiayar’s spiritual entity strength was somewhat unexpected, overall, it was still in control.

A little more time would suffice to completely wear it down, completely devour it, and transfer the dominance of this perfect vessel.

However—

The opponent revealed another trump card.

Not his own spiritual power, nor the so-called Magic.

But a Sacred Relic that inspired dread and mystery even for him.

"Is this... the Sacred Spear?"

In a flash of thought, the Ancient Sun God searched through fragments of his memory for something long forgotten.

It was a very distant memory.

So distant that at that time he had not yet ascended the Throne of Heaven, nor held the title of Sun God.

In those days, he was just an ordinary demigod, serving under another Ancient God of the Magic Wolf, during the Era of Chaos before the Glorious Era.

The Sacred Spear’s brilliance once briefly appeared in the god wars among a few ancient gods.

But it was just a fleeting glimpse.

Not long after, this powerful Sacred Spear, like countless secrets and Sacred Relics of the Era of Chaos, was lost on battlefields of the distant Astral Realm where ancient gods once roamed.

Later, when the Ancient Sun God ascended the Throne of Heaven, becoming the true supreme Sovereign of the Main Material Plane, he once expended effort to delve into the depths of the Astral Realm in search of those chaotic epoch mysteries, but ultimately found nothing.

The vastness of the Astral Realm was difficult to fully comprehend even with his rank at that time.

Yet unexpectedly, today—

This human, who had already astonished him countless times, once more surprised him.

No, rather than surprise—

It was more of—a shock.

"How did you get the Sacred Spear!"

"How did I get it?"

"If I said I got it by living off a woman, you probably wouldn’t believe it."

"After all, love is something you consider a meaningless emotion."

Shiayar’s voice remained calm.

He simply gazed peacefully into the sky, at the brilliant Sacred Spear that pierced the night, its thunderous brilliance lighting up the dim canopy, as he let his body continue its descent.

Crack—

Amid the collapsing waves of thunder, a clear cracking sound suddenly emerged.

It was the sound of something breaking.

In the center of the already half-destroyed dark palace, an emerald green branch, its vibrant green light suddenly dimmed.

Then, on the surface of that branch, a crack line appeared.

Initially inconspicuous, it rapidly expanded in a very short time.

Then, the branch suddenly shattered into countless sparkling fragments.

That was the core structure of this small world, the branch of the World Tree.

And the shattering of this World Tree branch signified that this world had come to an end.

From a stable secondary plane, it transformed into a shattered plane wreck.

Dimensional annihilation triggered a chain reaction—