Chapter 148 Snow Emperor
Does it matter?
Navelette pulled a new handkerchief from her bosom and gently wiped away a trace of blood from her gloves. "Do you have any grudge against those mortals you manipulated like pawns?"
The Asura God was stunned.
His pupils contracted sharply.
"You... did it for those ants?"
"No."
Navelette tossed aside the soiled handkerchief, her calm eyes finally settling on the Asura God at her feet. "It's for order."
Thump.
Navelette lifted her foot.
The black leather boots stepped on the chest of the Asura God.
"cough!"
The Asura God spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.
He felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his chest. All his ribs shattered at that moment, the broken bones piercing his lungs, and every breath felt like swallowing razor blades.
"Wait! Don't kill me! I have a secret! I have..."
The Asura God's eyes glazed over, and he began to beg for mercy incoherently. The will to survive had overcome his dignity, and this god-king who ruled over slaughter was now like a wild dog with its spine broken.
"The soul of that outsider! It resides within me! I can give it to you! I can..."
Click.
Navelette applied slight pressure with her feet.
The sound of the sternum collapsing interrupted the Asura God's clamor.
"I know."
Navelette looked at him calmly. "I'll take it myself."
Bang!
That was the sound of a watermelon being smashed by a heavy hammer.
The Asura God's chest deflated completely.
Heart burst.
The red divine light, like startled fireflies, spilled out from the shattered shell, then instantly extinguished upon contact with the water element permeating the air.
The Asura God's limbs twitched one last time.
It stopped moving.
This body, which once stood at the pinnacle of the divine realm, has now become a pile of rotten flesh.
Navelette did not look away.
He bent down and reached into the blurry mass of flesh and blood, searching through it.
There was not the slightest hint of disdain.
It's like a meticulous forensic pathologist performing an autopsy.
Two seconds later.
His fingers touched a hard object.
It was a blood-red rhomboid crystal, which the Asura God had kept hidden in the innermost layer of the Heart-Protecting Mirror.
Navelette pried it out.
The surface of the crystal was covered with thick blood.
"Let...let me out..."
A faint sound emanated from inside the crystal.
The sound was very faint; if you didn't listen carefully, it would be masked by the surrounding wind.
Navelette raised the crystal and glanced at the dim sky.
Inside the crystal, a blue phantom was frantically crashing against the inner wall.
It was a humanoid shape shrunk countless times.
Blue hair, blue clothes, and a trident the size of a toothpick in his hand.
It was Tang San.
During the previous war in the God Realm, Tang San saw that the situation was not good, so he abandoned his physical body and hid his soul in this Asura God Core in an attempt to prolong his life.
now.
Through the red refracting surface of the crystal, Tang San's thumb-sized divine soul saw the outside scene.
He saw a face.
A cold, dignified face, as imposing as an ancient glacier.
And those pale purple vertical pupils.
Those are the dragon's eyes.
"you..."
Tang San inside the crystal trembled, and the trident in his hand clattered to the ground.
A fear that came from the depths of his soul made him tremble uncontrollably.
Even through the crystal, he could feel the suffocating pressure emanating from the other party. It wasn't the suppression of divine power, but an absolute crushing on the level of life itself.
It was like an ant seeing a giant elephant.
"S-senpai..."
Tang San's voice was choked with sobs as he knelt inside the crystal, frantically kowtowing to the enormous face outside, "Spare me! I'm innocent! I was coerced by the God of Asura! I'm willing to be your slave..."
Navelette did not speak.
He didn't even adjust the focus to examine the tiny soul closely.
To him, it was just a speck of dust clinging to the evidence of his crimes.
dirty.
And it's redundant.
"Noisy".
Navelette rubbed her fingers together gently.
*Smack*
A crisp sound.
That incredibly hard Asura God Core was pulverized instantly by Vilette's fingertips, just like a crunchy chocolate bean.
"No------"
Tang San let out a desperate scream.
The sound stopped abruptly.
Before the blue soul fire could escape from the fragments, it was directly enveloped, strangled, and annihilated by the water element surging from Vilet's fingertips.
Not even a trace of residue remained.
Navelette loosened her fingers.
Red crystalline powder dripped through his fingers and mixed into the mud on the ground.
"All done and time to wrap up?"
The sound of high heels clicking on gravel came from behind me.
Unbeknownst to her, Funina had somehow raised a small lace-trimmed parasol and carefully walked around the blood-filled crater on the ground to stand behind Navelette.
She peeked at the pool of "Asura God" on the ground, then covered her nose in disgust: "Ugh... disgusting. Vilette, could you perhaps change your violent ways a little? Even though it's a trial, it's still..."
We should pay attention to aesthetics.
"Efficiency first."
Navelette turned away, not dwelling on the topic any further.
He looked up and surveyed his surroundings.
The central hub of the divine realm has been destroyed.
All five God-Kings were annihilated.
But this space still exists. The remaining divine power is still trying to repair this ravaged plane.
"It's time to clean up."
Navilette raised the scepter in her hand.
Rumble—
The ground beneath my feet began to tremble.
It wasn't an earthquake.
It's the sound of water.
Suddenly, a large amount of dark blue liquid gushed out from the originally dry cracks in the crust of the divine realm.
Instead of flowing downhill, the water defied the laws of gravity and climbed upwards along the ruins.
Sizzle sizzle—
The water flowed onto the white jade pillars of the divine realm, producing a sound like strong acid corroding metal.
Those temples that have stood for tens of thousands of years softened and dissolved instantly upon contact with the deep blue water, like sugar cubes thrown into hot coffee.
Wow! Those are my shoes!
Furnessa cried out in surprise and quickly jumped onto a floating pebble, directing the water flow to lift her up. "Naviette! Water! Control the water level! My skirt is getting wet!"
"Feel sorry."
Navelette gave a casual reply, and the water beneath his feet parted automatically, lifting him and Funina slowly into the air.
The realm of gods below has been transformed into a vast ocean.
That's not ordinary water.
That is the water of the primordial womb.
Everything originates here and will end here.
For the divine realm, which relies on divine power to sustain itself, the water of the womb sea is the most potent solvent.
boom!
A floating mountain in the distance was struck by waves.
It did not collapse.
Instead, it turned directly into a pool of blue mud and merged into the raging flood.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
Only a silent dissolution.
This is the funeral of the gods.
Quiet, and utterly quiet.
In just three minutes.
The once magnificent and misty divine realm has completely vanished.
Instead, a huge, deep blue water sphere floated silently in the dark void of space.
All the evil, all the glory, all the conspiracies were dissolved into the most basic particles.
"Let's go."
Navelette glanced at the lifeless waters.
He turned around, ready to leave with Funina.
Just then.
He paused for a moment.
On the edge of that murky, deep blue ruin, in a corner about to plunge into the endless void turbulence.
A faint green fluorescence is flashing.
The light was dim.
Like a spark about to burn out.
That was the last bit of the primordial core of the goddess of life.
During the great cleansing just now, because its own attribute is also extremely pure life force, it was not assimilated by the water of the fetal sea immediately.
At this moment, it is sliding into eternal darkness along with the shattered fragments of space.
Navelette remained suspended in mid-air.
He did not show any emotional fluctuation.
There was no mercy.
There was no intention of "saving a life".
He simply turned his head to the side, his vertical pupils sweeping over that point of green light.
"A sample with acceptable purity."
Navilette gave her evaluation.
In this world filled with filth and low-level energy, this pure rule of life is a worthwhile collectible, or rather...
A recyclable, high-grade material.
It would be a shame to throw it away.
then.
He casually waved his hand towards the void.
Swoosh.
A thin stream of water, like a tentacle, reached out and precisely caught the green dot of light.
There was no tender care whatsoever.
The water violently carried the core back into Vilette's hand.
Navelette didn't even glance at it.
Five fingers clenched together.
The water instantly froze, turning into a crystal-clear droplet that sealed the cracked green core inside.
Then.
He picked up the water droplet that sealed the last goddess of the divine realm as casually as if it were a coin, and stuffed it into the outer pocket of his trench coat.
The movements were fluid and graceful.
They didn't even linger for more than a second.
"They're gone."
Navelette flicked her sleeve.
The void ahead was torn open like a curtain.
A deep blue portal leading to the Douluo Continent appeared out of thin air.
...
Douluo Continent.
Jialing Pass.
The heavy rain has just stopped.
The leaden-gray clouds that had been looming over the sky seemed to have been torn apart by an invisible hand.
The long-awaited sunlight shone on the devastated battlefield.
The million-strong army, whether soldiers of the Heaven Dou Empire or soul masters of the Spirit Empire, all maintained the same posture at this moment.
Look up.
Open your mouth wide.
Looking at the sky.
That place, which should have been the location of the divine projection, is now empty.
The "divine power" that had weighed on everyone's hearts for tens of thousands of years, making it hard to breathe, has disappeared.
Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of ease.
Buzz.
A ripple appeared in the sky.
Two figures slowly emerged from the void.
One man and one woman.
The man was tall and aloof, with cascading silver hair. The woman was petite and delicate, holding a parasol.
They did not release any soul power fluctuations.
But the moment that man appeared, the air in the entire Jialing Pass battlefield seemed to freeze.
That is a being even more sublime than God.
Navelette stood 10,000 meters in the air, looking down at the ants-like beings below.
There was no passionate speech.
There was no compassion to save all living beings.
He simply spoke calmly.
The sound wasn't loud, but through the resonance of the water element, it resonated clearly in the ears of every living being on the Douluo Continent.
"The old gods have been purged."
Villette's voice was completely flat, as if she were stating an objective fact.
From now on.
"No more shackles."
Just two short sentences.
It heralded the end of an era.
After saying that.
Navelette ignored the pairs of eyes below, eyes filled with shock, fervor, or fear.
He turned around.
The long blue trench coat drew a clean arc in the air.
One foot stepped into the water gate behind him that led to the unknown.
Until Violet's silvery-white figure completely disappeared into the air, the world remained deathly silent.
Tianshui City.
The snow in the North has stopped.
It wasn't a natural change in weather; rather, it was as if the thick clouds hanging over the city were violently and intangibly pushed aside by some kind of forceful, invisible aura.
The sunlight shone unhindered onto the wet stone pavement, creating a white mist.
The square in the center of the city had long been bulldozed.
The angel statue of the Spirit Hall, which had stood for hundreds of years, was now reduced to a pile of broken stones and carelessly filled into the ditch that was originally used as a moat.
Instead, a fountain totem was built overnight using solid ice and obsidian.
There is no specific image.
Only countless streams of living water defied the laws of gravity, intertwining and swirling in mid-air, vaguely outlining the silhouette of a giant dragon's head.
Tens of thousands of Soul Masters, clad in armor of various colors, knelt in the square, a dense, dark mass.
No one spoke.
There wasn't even a cough.
The only sounds were the dull thud of kneecaps hitting the stone slabs and the gurgling of the fountain.
Buzz.
High above, ripples spread across the sky.
A deep blue water gate suddenly tore open.
The moment those black, tall leather boots stepped out of the void, the humidity in the entire city of Tianshui skyrocketed. Moss on the walls grew at a visible rate, and even tender green buds sprouted from the withered branches.
.
Navelette stood a hundred meters in the air, her pale purple vertical pupils sweeping over the crowd below, who looked like ants.
His expression was calm, and his clothes were neat, showing no trace of the massacre he had just committed against the gods.
"Oh, we've finally arrived."
Funin jumped out behind him, her lace parasol spinning rapidly.
She frowned and pinched her cheek. "This kind of interdimensional teleportation is so bad for the skin. Why is the air here so dry? Vilette, I want cake, and I want to drink that pot of tea that's been stored for three..."
Ten years of Fengda.
"Hold on."
Navelette replied casually.
His body fell.
There was no earth-shattering roar.
He and Funina floated lightly onto the palace's spacious terrace.
There, people were already waiting.
"grown ups."
Shui Bing'er immediately came to greet her.
She wore a well-tailored ice-blue dress, and the aloof arrogance that originally belonged to the eldest sister of Tianshui Academy vanished the moment she saw Vilette.
She knelt on the ground, raised her hands high, and respectfully accepted the trench coat that Villette had taken off.
Behind her stood two other figures.
The woman on the left is tall and slender with snow-white hair, radiating a suffocating chill.
The woman on the right is petite, with bright green pigtails and an untamed wildness in her eyes.
The second of the three great kings of the far north.
(End of chapter)