wjnovel Chapter 1054 Abundant Chapter Feedback
Chapter 1054 Abundant Chapter Feedback
That viscous dark will, like the most stubborn glue, tried to mend the spatial rift.
To repel the glory of order.
The Guardian Titan stood before the Order Legion, its massive shield radiating an unprecedentedly brilliant golden light, creating a relatively stable area amidst the raging energy storm.
His face, made of rock, was incredibly solemn. His sharp gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, clearly sensing the desperate, mad intent of the Abyss's will.
They also sensed the almost desperate "solidification" trend of the 773-layer spatial structure under the forceful reinforcement of the will of the abyss.
His immense divine sense swept across the entire battlefield in an instant, assessing the strength of both sides, the stability of the space, and the possibility of continuing to forcefully break through.
The conclusion emerged clearly and coldly in his mind:
limit!
The 773rd floor represents the limit of the frenzied spread of this bloody battlefield.
The Abyss Will was willing to destroy an entire layer to create this chaotic barrier, and its strength far surpasses that of any previous layer.
Forcing a breakthrough would come at an immeasurable cost, and could even trigger an uncontrollable chain reaction of collapses, dragging one's own gods into the mess.
"Gods, heed my command!"
The voice of the Guardian Titan, like the pulse of the earth's core, pierced through the roar of the gods' clash, resounding clearly in the consciousness of every god of order, carrying an unquestionable authority.
"The abyss barrier is complete; this is the final stage! However, the main forces of demons and evil gods reside here..."
His rock-like lips seemed to grin with a battle-ready curve, and the holy flames of order burning on the giant axe suddenly surged, as if to incinerate the entire chaotic sky.
"Annihilate them! This is a golden opportunity not to be missed! Today is the day to cripple the Abyss's minions! For the sake of order—crush them!"
……
Although the war had reached its climax, the outcome was already predetermined.
This time, the battlefield has expanded to two new layers.
Don't underestimate these two layers.
Each level of the Bloodbath Battlefield is an extremely troublesome existence for the Abyss.
He needs to invest more resources in each battlefield to blockade it, otherwise, like this time, the order will seize an opportunity to deal a heavy blow, allowing the bloody battlefield to spread to more places.
In other words, each layer of the bloodbath battlefield is a bleeding outlet of the abyss.
Each additional one adds a huge burden to the Abyss.
Each additional world slows down the Abyss's invasion of other worlds, or even renders it powerless to continue its advance.
This time there are two more.
The battlefield, which was originally ten levels deep, now has twelve.
The forces of order and chaos are both opposed and unified.
Chaos always brings devastating damage to order.
Therefore, chaos is more destructive to order. Of course, this is only the essential rule; in terms of power, they are mutually antagonistic.
The corresponding essential rule lies in the chaos; once order emerges, it will persist and be difficult to eradicate.
Chaos always remembers order, once order is established.
Under these fundamental rules, it is actually very difficult for Order to break through Chaos and spread to the battlefield of bloodshed, because the disorder and power of Chaos make it difficult for the army of Order to truly break through.
It is extremely difficult for order to gain a significant advantage, otherwise it wouldn't have taken so long to emerge.
However, even if order only accounts for 10% of the total, this abyss is still a battlefield of bloodshed.
Because of the existence of order, it is difficult to eradicate.
Therefore, once the twelve-layered Bloodbath Battlefield exists, it is difficult to reduce it. Compared to the spread of the Bloodbath Battlefield, it is several times more difficult to completely eliminate one layer of the Bloodbath Battlefield.
……
Five months.
Five months have passed since that punch that shattered time and space and pierced the abyss, tearing apart the veil of order and chaos.
The frenzied expansion of the Bloodbath Battlefield, under the hysterical roar of the Abyss Will and its relentless self-destructive reinforcement, finally came to a halt at the ravaged level 773—the Abyss of Corruption.
The outcome of the war was already decided three months ago.
The new two-layered battlefield, like two deep-seated fissures, is firmly nailed to the abyss's body, continuously bleeding it dry.
However, the path that extends deeper has been forcibly sealed off by the abyss at the cost of the complete collapse of one plane.
However, the "end" of the war does not mean the end of the smoke of battle.
The final, soul-stirring roar of the Abyss's Will, like a spark igniting dry tinder, completely ignited the resentment and rage that had been suppressed for thousands of years between the gods of order and the demon gods.
The 773rd floor, a chaotic barrier forcibly bound together by the will of the abyss and filled with destructive energy turbulence, became the perfect arena for the two gods to vent all their hatred and power.
The wrath of the gods is enough to burn down the stars.
Over the course of three months, this reinforced space transformed into the most brutal crucible of divine warfare.
The divine torrents of order and chaos are no longer for strategic objectives, but are being poured out purely for the destruction of the other side.
On the side of order, the six gods suffered shattered bodies and damaged divine essences in a fierce battle, their brilliant divine radiance dimmed, and they were urgently sent back to the depths of their respective divine kingdoms to slumber.
Without a century of rest and the nourishment of divine power, they could not hope to set foot on the battlefield again.
On the chaotic side, the cost is even more severe.
A demon god with weak divine power was annihilated and shattered by the combined attack of several gods of order. Although the will of the abyss forcibly recovered and protected his soul at the last moment, his existence was almost completely "fallen".
The will of the abyss may, ten thousand years later, give birth to a similar being again from the filth of chaos, but that will no longer be "It".
The other evil gods who participated in the battle were almost all wounded, their divine bodies broken and their essence damaged. Without decades or even hundreds of years of healing their wounds, they would hardly be able to recover to their full strength.
This months-long battle between the gods was far more intense than when the battlefield was first opened.
The "battlefield" on the 773rd floor, reinforced by the will of the abyss, has long been unrecognizable.
A once filthy yet lush plant hell?
Now all that remains is a pure, desolate white expanse. The earth has been repeatedly plowed, torn apart, and melted, eventually cooling into a lifeless desert covered with glassy slag and energy crystals.
The sky was riddled with holes; the abyss's inherent murky canopy was torn to shreds by the violent divine power, and was covered with spatial cracks like shattered mirrors.
Through these enormous fissures, one could clearly glimpse the cold, deep starlight of the outer astral plane. The entire plane was permeated with the terrifying echoes of conflicting and turbulent rules left behind after the clash of gods.
Flame and ice, growth and withering, order and chaos... these fundamentally opposing forces of law are like an invisible meat grinder.
Any mortal life, whether demon or soldier of order, that dares to step into this area will be instantly swept into the raging torrent of rules, torn apart, twisted, and annihilated, leaving not even a trace behind.
This place has become a pure, absolute forbidden zone for life, where only the lingering rage of the gods roars silently in the void.
The will of the abyss paid a heavy price to maintain the "existence" of this battlefield and prevent its complete collapse from affecting deeper planes.
That viscous, dark will was like the toughest bandage, constantly wrapping around and repairing the crumbling spatial structure, each reinforcement consuming the abyss's essence.
This relentless investment itself became a heavy burden on this brutal divine war, weighing down even the roar of the Abyss's will with an indescribable weariness and resentment. Five months later, this cathartic, mutually destructive storm of divine war finally began to subside.
Like the receding tide, both the gods of order and the surviving demons and evil gods, bearing their own wounds and exhaustion, began to leave this chilling white wasteland and return to their respective domains to recuperate.
Blood Pit Fortress, this outpost of order standing at the core of the 1121-level bloodbath battlefield, has once again become a point of brief stay and transit for the gods.
Kana's figure hovered above the magnificent alloy dome of the Blood Pit Fortress.
He maintained the posture of a demigod, neither completely immersed in the cold torrent of data nor in a completely relaxed mortal state.
His silver-white robe flowed with a quiet, subtle light, and the ring of order behind his head, composed of precise data streams, slowly rotated, radiating a stable and powerful presence, silently proclaiming his identity as a newly ascended deity.
His silvery-white eyes calmly swept over the busy yet orderly scene of the fortress below, and the scorching battlefield in the distance, which, although shrouded in the light of order, still exuded the heavy breath of the abyss.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, he turned his gaze to the void on the flank of the fortress.
A gentle, vibrant ripple spread across the space, like a spring breeze caressing a calm surface of water.
A figure stepped gracefully out from within and came before Kana.
This is a deity with very elven characteristics.
He was tall and slender, with a composed demeanor, exuding the wisdom accumulated over the years and a natural affinity.
What is most striking are the pair of huge and beautiful antlers on his head, which resemble the branches of an ancient oak tree, with emerald green vines and new leaves twining around them, exuding a rich sense of life.
His face presented an "aged" appearance that conformed to the elven aesthetic—not decay, but like an ancient tree that had weathered storms, covered with lines of wisdom. His long, silvery-white hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall woven from moonlight, complementing his well-trimmed silver beard.
His eyes were a deep forest green, gentle and wise, as if they could see into the essence of life.
He wore a divine robe woven from unknown green leaves and supple tree bark, adorned with star-like dewdrops and shimmering moss, carrying the fresh scent of the forest with him as he walked.
This is a deity who perfectly blends the qualities of "elder" and "nature".
The information of the [Elder Druid] – the divine name – was clearly transmitted to Kana as the divine power of the other party flowed naturally.
A weak deity rooted in the elven race, guarding the druidic way and the wisdom of elders.
The elven deity stopped a few meters away from Kana, a gentle and solemn smile on his face.
He placed his right hand on his chest, let his left hand hang naturally, and leaned slightly forward, performing an ancient and elegant elven greeting. Every movement was fluid and natural, carrying the rhythm of the forest.
"Nice to meet you, Your Excellency Kana."
His voice was gentle and mellow, like a clear spring flowing through ancient pebbles in the forest.
"My name is Elarian Greenleaf Crown, guardian of the elven forests, guide of the druids, and elder who watches over the glimmer of life in the long night. Please allow me to pay you my deepest respects."
He looked up, his forest-like eyes sparkling with sincere approval.
"Your wisdom and courage brought an unprecedented turning point to this bloody war that had been dormant for countless epochs. Tearing apart the barriers of the abyss, opening up new battlefields, and piercing the light of order into the heart of chaos... Such achievements are enough to etch your eternal name on the monument of order in the astral plane."
"You ignited the fire of progress, and we are merely following that flame, adding fuel to the fire."
Elarian's words were filled with sincere admiration for Kana's initiation of this epic campaign.
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hands, palms facing up.
A soft, emerald-green light gathered and grew in his palm, eventually condensing into a budding oak flower made of pure life energy.
The flower bud slowly unfolds, revealing at its center two energy crystals, each the size of a pigeon egg and as dazzling as a frozen galaxy.
They floated silently within the Flower of Life, emanating a breathtakingly pure energy fluctuation, their purity and sheer size far exceeding the individuals that Kana had collected in the core of layer 1121.
“I have heard that you are collecting ‘stardust’ born from the collision between the Abyss and the source of order.”
Elarian's voice carried the care and kindness characteristic of an elder.
"During the fierce battle on the 773rd floor, I collected a small amount. This item will have limited benefit on my path, but it may be of some use to the great cause of saving the world that you are shouldering."
"This is but a small token of my gratitude for your initiation of this campaign, and also a humble expression of my support for the future of order."
Kana's silvery-white eyes were fixed on the two brilliant crystals within the Flower of Life, and data streams flickered faintly deep within his pupils.
He sensed the sincerity and goodwill in the other person's words.
He also nodded slightly in a manner consistent with divine rituals, a gentle and solemn smile appearing on his face.
"Your Excellency Elarian flatters me. This victory was not achieved by my own efforts, but by the combined efforts of all the heroic souls who fought for order and the gods."
"I am deeply grateful for your kindness and gift, which is truly meaningful to me and my world."
He extended his hand, which was covered in the silvery light of liquid starlight, and accepted the flower of life that contained two energy crystals with steady and respectful movements.
The moment the flower came into contact with his divine power, it transformed into specks of emerald starlight and merged into the crystal, leaving only two even more dazzling cores floating in his palm. He then carefully placed them into a container woven from data runes.
A pleased smile appeared on Elarian's face, and he once again gracefully bowed with his hand on his chest.
"May the radiance of nature and the wisdom of elders protect your path, Lord Kana. May your world bloom with eternal golden flowers in the void. Farewell."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared silently above the Blood Pit Fortress, like the morning mist in the forest, accompanied by a fresh fragrance of grass and trees, leaving only a faint trace of life.
As Kana watched the elven deity depart, the warm touch of the Flower of Life seemed to linger in his palm.
He exhaled softly, his gaze once again falling upon the fortress below and the distant battlefield where the gods were gradually departing.
This is why he has been hovering above the Blood Pit Fortress for some time.
With the conclusion of the War of the Seven Seven Three Layers, the gods of order began to retreat one after another.
Almost every Order God who passes through the 1121st floor, or who specifically seeks it out, will find Kana before leaving the Abyss Battlefield, just like the Elven Druid Elder Elarian.
They may be majestic, gentle, or fiery, but they all share a common understanding and goodwill.
They would give a portion, or even most, of the energy crystals they had collected on the battlefield of level 1316 or level 773 to the savior who had initiated the entire campaign.
This certainly cannot be considered charity, but rather a tacit "return".
Kana opened the battlefield, allowing the gods to harvest precious rule imprints and energy crystals, while he himself stayed in the rear, focusing on collecting energy, and voluntarily "gave up" the core area on the front line to compete for rule insights.
The gods on the side of order are well aware of this merit and favor.
Giving the energy crystal to Kana is both a way of repaying the cause and effect of starting the battlefield and a gesture of goodwill and investment in a new god with boundless potential who is tasked with saving the world.
This has almost become an unwritten "ritual" for the gods of order before they leave the battlefield.
This also caused Kana's originally not very wide circle of friends among the gods to expand several times over.
After all, Kana has the reputation of being a savior, and everyone would like to befriend him.
As a result, the number of energy crystals that Cana had accumulated had reached a level that even he himself found somewhat "outrageous".
The container woven from liquid starlight and data runes was already full, so subsequent gifts had to be temporarily stored in a stable subspace created by divine power.
The total amount of energy it contains far exceeds his initial estimate, and is even enough to support the activation of the core phase of the Earth God Kingdom project several times.
The wind from the abyss, carrying the scent of sulfur and scorched earth, blew past, fluttering Kana's silver-white robes.
The data halo spinning behind his head remained stable, illuminating the battlefield he himself had ignited, now gradually subsiding. (End of Chapter)