northernbook Chapter 309 Final Goal
Chapter 309 Final Goal
"You deserve to die." Fan Qingyin felt she had explained herself clearly, so she said no more. Her indifferent gaze was fixed on Shen Guang, foreshadowing his tragic end.
Shenguang's eyes were bloodshot: "If it weren't for me, the world would have already fallen into the abyss. You paid a high price, but under those circumstances, only I could trade with you."
“You are not despicable? Fan Qingyin, what you say is utterly heartless. You eliminate dissidents, exchange the lives of others for your own desires, fight amongst yourselves, start wars, and commit countless crimes.”
"I used you to nourish myself, but now isn't the situation one where you're using me and then trying to kill me?"
Shenguang, seemingly insane, exclaimed, "No wonder the gods abandoned this world! You humans are utterly shameless and unworthy of being saved! When it comes to scheming and trickery, who can outwit you?"
"The thief cries 'stop thief!'" Fan Qingyin sneered and said indifferently, "You need to understand that I have won now, and history is written by the strong."
Compared to the near-collapse of Shenguang, Fan Qingyin's demeanor was far too composed.
Shenguang finally abandoned his arrogant pride and pleaded tremblingly, "We didn't have to fight like this. Don't you hate me for harming your teacher? Let me go, and I'll help you resurrect him."
"Aren't you deeply in love with Jiang Yu? Let's join forces, rule the world together, change the laws, and make her belong only to you, okay?"
"Enough with the nonsense." Fan Qingyin, unwilling to listen any longer, directly activated the magic array. Strands of light were forced out from the divine light, and the magic array, sensing the rich and pure divine power within, seemed to breathe and tremble as if it were alive.
Then, as if he had tasted the sweetness, he began to desperately extract and absorb divine power from the divine light.
The divine light finally felt the excruciating pain that had been endured by countless people who died tragically in the magic array, and by the saintess who had been drained dry by the divine light.
And because the power of divine light is profound, the pain He experienced was even more intense and prolonged.
"Ah!" He cried out in anguish, looking up at the sky.
The divine light had long since become a monster that was neither human nor ghost. Its body was broken and unrecognizable, and its face and limbs were no longer discernible. It was gradually degenerating back to its original chaotic state.
Fan Qingyin watched quietly, and gradually she saw a faint figure emerge from the void on the other side of the altar.
His long, silver hair was pure and flowing, reaching down to his ankles. He also had ice-blue eyes, only a lighter shade.
Fan Qingyin's breathing unconsciously became lighter, and he instantly guessed that the person in front of him was the genius pope of the Fan family a hundred years ago.
The young pope watched the scene on the altar quietly for a while, then turned to look at his outstanding successor with a gentle gaze and a compassionate expression.
Fan Qingyin humbly lowered his head to pay his respects, and a voice of approval appeared in his mind, bringing boundless comfort and completely washing away his tense nerves.
"Well done, son."
When he looked up again, the phantom had vanished.
The divine light on the altar roared with hatred, its voice hoarse and unpleasant: "Let's die together! Let's die together!"
He was in so much pain that he wanted to self-destruct. God had already left, and the altar, having been unused for so long, was no longer as sturdy as it once was, and was not without flaws.
He believed that by fighting to the death, he might be able to shatter the altar and drag the entire world down with him.
Ke Fanqingyin didn't move at all. All of Shenguang's actions were silently suppressed by the altar. The chains binding Him seemed to grow thousands of hands, pulling Him tightly.
To restrain, to stop, to annihilate.
Countless obsessions, hatred, and desires twisted into a single rope, pulling this last ray of divine light, once the most powerful in the world, into the abyss.
The altar, finally devoured, emitted a soft, satisfied light. With an ancient, profound weight, and a hint of contentment, it inquired:
"Having paid the price, what do you want?"
Fan Qingyin smiled slightly. Destroying the divine light was merely a ploy, part of his plan, and now the moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
This is his ultimate goal.
What does the continuation of the world have to do with him? The future of humanity is none of his concern.
Besides Jiang Yu, he was his dearest love.
Shenguang was absolutely right. All his desires in this life were related to his beloved Jiang Yu. He devoted himself to studying this magic array and setting up such a grand scheme, all for Jiang Yu's sake.
His lover is not from this world.
Her soul once cried out to go back.
It was for his sake that she completely gave up the possibility of going home.
He wanted to give her this opportunity again, and he wanted to bring the world's energy to her.
When the person in front of him opened their eyes again, Jiang Yu instantly realized that Fan Qingyin had returned and he had regained his body.
This process must have been extremely difficult, because when Fan Qingyin showed a gentle smile, her face couldn't hide her exhaustion, and the fine beads of sweat on her forehead reflected a crystal-clear light.
Jiang Yu felt relieved. Although she didn't know exactly what had happened, she was happy as long as the outcome was good.
She rushed over and hugged Fan Qingyin tightly. Knowing that her husband had once again narrowly escaped death, she didn't want him to see her vulnerable state, so she buried all the tears in her eyes into his chest.
"Is it completely resolved?" Moya crossed his arms, his tone tinged with pleasure. He could naturally sense the divine power fluctuations during the operation of the magic array and the altar transaction.
Even though he wasn't involved and couldn't see anything.
“Basically.” Fan Qingyin’s tone was unusually relaxed.
"The geniuses of your Fan family are truly frightening." Moya clicked his tongue, praising while concealing his deep apprehension towards Fan Qingyin.
You're kidding. His ancestors could easily modify a god's magic array and still extinguish divine light even after a century. If Fan Qingyin grows any longer, she might just create a magic array to kill this demigod.
Sigh, it's better to avoid trouble. I should treat this little divine messenger from the Fan family better from now on.
"What do you mean by 'basically'?" Jiang Yu looked up and asked with some confusion. Were there still some hidden dangers that hadn't been dealt with?
"Don't worry, the divine light has been completely absorbed by the magic array. For thousands of years, it has continuously absorbed human offerings, and later accepted the constant sacrifices from the Holy Maiden, which were used to sacrifice to the magic array. It is enough to support the world's operation for many, many years."
"At least it will slow down the current rate of decline."
Fan Qingyin lowered her head, pressed her forehead against Jiang Yu's, and nuzzled him affectionately, her tone tinged with excitement:
"I changed your gift."