Chapter 201: Fall of the Evil God, Recasting the God Position
Ye Xishui transformed into the Light Phoenix, her wings flapping to scatter an endless rain of light. The originally cold and deathly Demon Space seemed to have a bright sun cast into it, rivaling the Angelic Holy Radiance emanating from Ye Guyi and illuminating the Shattered Plain as if it were broad daylight.
That pure white Phoenix Flame contained ultimate light and heat; wherever it passed, even space itself was slightly distorted by the burning.
"Do you see? This is true power! Pure light can also be used by me!" Ye Xishui's voice carried a strange magnetism, the golden flames in her eyes dancing with madness and obsession.
With a flap of her wings, countless Phoenix Feathers condensed from light flames shot toward Ye Guyi like sharp arrows, their speed as fast as flowing light.
Facing this sudden attribute shift, the shock in Ye Guyi's eyes only flashed for an instant before being replaced by a cold battle intent. No matter what means the opponent used, the indelible sin and evil deep within their soul could not change their fate of being judged!
"An evil heretic thinks they are worthy of wielding light? Nothing more than a fake defiling the light!" Ye Guyi shouted coldly, her Angel Sword tracing a perfect arc.
"Holy Barrier: Reversal!"
Following her sword stance, the Holy Light Domain, which was primarily aimed at evil, suddenly changed. It did not show its previous absolute restraint against the incoming Light Phoenix Flame but instead transformed into a massive light mirror with a more inclusive yet resilient posture.
The Phoenix Flame feathers struck the light mirror and were not instantly purified. Instead, they were refracted and deflected by the powerful, homogenous light energy within it. A portion was even absorbed by the light mirror, converted into purer holy power to nourish herself.
This was another profound mystery of the Angel Sword as a great divine artifact—it did not merely destroy darkness but could also harness, transform, and even command all light-attribute powers in the world.
Although Ye Xishui's Light Phoenix Flame was powerful, before the Angel Sword—which was of higher quality and contained more complete laws—it was like a subject meeting a monarch, unable to exert true destructive power and instead feeling faintly suppressed.
"What?!" Ye Xishui's face changed again. She hadn't expected that the trump card she had hidden for years would not only fail to turn the tide but instead seemed to provide nourishment to her opponent. This feeling of having power but nowhere to use it made her feel extremely frustrated.
In her indignation, Ye Xishui let out a sharp cry and completely fused with her Light Phoenix Martial Soul, transforming into a massive White Light Phoenix with wings that covered the sky. Carrying a dazzling light, she crashed directly toward Ye Guyi. This was her strongest strike, an attempt to crush her opponent with the purest energy.
"Stubbornly foolish!" Ye Guyi's eyes were sharp. Facing this desperate impact, she advanced instead of retreating. Her six Divine Power Light Wings erupted with an extremely brilliant radiance as she merged with the Angel Sword, turning into a golden meteor that pierced through heaven and earth.
"Holy Sword: Judgment!"
The Angel Sword's form changed instantly; the blade lengthened, and a point of ultimate sharpness condensed at the tip, as if it could pierce through the world's barriers. All holy power, all judgment will, and all conviction were concentrated into this single strike.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a slight yet soul-piercing sharp sound.
The golden meteor and the white phoenix collided fiercely in mid-air!
Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The light of judgment, transformed from the Angel Sword, pierced with incomparable precision into the Light Phoenix's forehead. That point of ultimate sharpness ignored the surging Phoenix Flames and the majestic light divine power, directly penetrating the very core of its defense!
Shlick—!
The Light Phoenix's forward momentum came to a screeching halt. It let out a shrill and sorrowful cry as its massive body trembled violently in the air. The pure white flames rapidly dimmed and dissipated as if they had lost their fuel.
Ye Xishui's figure fell out of the phoenix form, her face pale as paper. A tiny hole at the center of her brow was constantly leaking golden holy energy. The aura of light on her body receded like a tide, replaced once again by the gray-black, deathly evil energy deeply rooted in her soul—energy that was now even denser and more despairing than before.
She stumbled back a few steps, barely hovering in mid-air. Looking at Ye Guyi, who slowly revealed her figure while standing with her sword, her eyes were filled with complex and indefinable emotions.
The Angel Sword had already returned to its original state, a drop of golden divine blood dripping from its tip. It belonged to Ye Xishui's origin.
The battle was decided.
"Heh... Hehe..." Ye Xishui suddenly chuckled low, her laughter filled with endless self-mockery and desolation. "To think... I, Ye Xishui, have dominated my whole life and schemed countless times, only to... end up like this."
She looked up at the dark red sky of the Demon Space, which she had once thought would be her new starting point. Her gaze seemed to pierce through layers of spatial barriers to see the Douluo Continent, where she had once been active and committed countless slaughters.
Revolving lantern-like phantoms flashed rapidly before her eyes.
She saw her younger self, exceptionally talented and arrogant. She saw those years of entanglement and mixed love and hate with Long Xiaoyao and Mu En. She saw her wantonness when she threw herself into the evil path to pursue power and cultivate the blood soul demonic puppet. She saw her subordinates in the Holy Spirit Cult whom she treated as pawns and sacrificed at will, and she also saw the innocent souls wailing as they perished at her hands...
Over two hundred years of time, like sand through fingers. She had gained great power, reached the peak of the mortal world, and even broke through to the god level, but she had also lost too much: humanity, conscience, love, friendship... In the end, only this soul soaked in sin and this prison-like alternate space remained.
Perhaps from the moment she chose that path, today's outcome was destined. The so-called hiding of the Light Phoenix Martial Soul in an attempt to turn things around at a critical moment now seemed like nothing more than a ridiculous struggle in despair—a satirical farewell ceremony for her past.
Ye Guyi slowly approached with her sword, the magnificent divine might of the Angel Sword locking onto Ye Xishui, causing her to lose even the last possibility of escape.
Ye Xishui did not resist again, nor did she beg for mercy. She simply looked at Ye Guyi calmly. Those eyes, once filled with resentment and madness, now strangely showed a hint of relief, as if she were being liberated.
"Come..." she said softly, her voice hoarse yet exceptionally calm. "Use your sword... to end all of this..."
She slowly closed her eyes, no longer looking at the impending sword of judgment, as if she were not meeting death but waiting for a long-overdue sleep.
Ye Guyi looked at the opponent who had given up resistance, her heart remaining calm. She raised the Angel Sword, light flowing across the blade as she infused her divine power into it.
"In the name of the Angel, I purify your sins."
As her voice fell, the Angel Sword turned into a warm yet resolute golden stream of light, piercing through Ye Xishui's chest.
There was no explosion, no scream. In the holy light, Ye Xishui's body began to melt and purify from within, like ice and snow under the sun. Her majestic evil god origin was rapidly extracted and converted by the holy sword, and the gray-black aura quickly faded away.
The Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, the Evil God Ye Xishui, who had personally created countless disasters, was thus completely destroyed in both body and soul.
With Ye Xishui's fall, the mass of origin energy she had transformed into—far purer and more vast than Zhongli Wu's—was completely absorbed by the Angel Sword. The holy sword let out a joyful hum, the gem at its crossguard glowing intensely, as if some long-missing key part within it had been thoroughly completed!
At the same time, Ye Guyi clearly felt that within the Angel Sword, the Angel God Throne—which had been in a shattered state—began its final recasting and condensation under the stimulus of the ultimate evil being purified and the infusion of massive origin energy!
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