noveldepot Chapter 81 Supernova
Chapter 81 Supernova
Golden stars slowly fell.
The light spot was only the size of an apple, yet the ground trembled violently.
Dust rose from the ground, and tiny pebbles bounced about as if they were about to break free from the earth's grasp.
It was as if this point of light was a real celestial body, possessing gravity that counteracted the Earth's gravity.
But if it's due to gravity, why are the surrounding trees tilting in the opposite direction, and why is the ground constantly sinking?
The demonic dragon was pinned to the ground by the starlight, unable to move an inch no matter how much it struggled.
They could only watch helplessly as the golden imperial star, the celestial body that bore witness to its destiny, slowly and relentlessly fell to the ground.
"Awoo."
The dragon's roar had long since become hoarse, turning into the mournful whine of an abandoned puppy.
The dragon's exoskeleton broke apart, its scales shattering into dust. The blood that seeped out was drawn upwards by an invisible force, winding and coiling towards the Imperial Star, where it was evaporated by the starlight.
"Daddy, look, it looks like a dog."
Ye Yinping blinked and said excitedly.
Ye Pengju had already pulled Ye Yun out of the river and was helping him circulate his qi to heal his internal injuries.
He hissed, "Silence."
It's difficult to tell who's friend or foe; it's best not to attract attention.
Sheng Wansong had seen such a performance video in his previous life.
The puppy lay on its back, slumped over with a rubber ball spinning on its feet so it wouldn't fall.
The old emperor, now transformed into a demonic dragon, was in the same posture as those dogs.
Its slender body tried to curl up, its four paws pressed together, desperately trying to push away its fate.
What is play for a puppy is a life-or-death struggle for it.
The dog can drop the ball at any time, but its resistance is futile.
No matter how hard the demon dragon tries, it cannot defy the will of Heaven.
The imperial star continued its slow, heavy, and undeniable descent, undeterred by the demonic dragon's desperate struggle.
Its claws snapped and split open the moment they touched the Emperor Star, its toenails breaking off cleanly and detaching from its claws, leaving the nail beds a bloody mess, constantly oozing blood.
Toes, legs, scales, skin, flesh, and bones.
Everything that stood in the way of the stars broke and shattered before it even made contact.
The dragon's body was severed in half, the cut forming a neat arc, and everything within that arc was evaporated.
However, the Imperial Star never landed, because the ground was erased before it could touch the Imperial Star.
If it were allowed to keep falling, would it pierce through the earth and lead straight to the underworld?
The crowd watching from afar all had this question in their minds at the same time.
"Waaah."
The demon dragon is still alive; that's how strong the life force of demons is.
Sheng Wansong watched all of this and softly uttered a single word, "Explode."
The smooth surface of the imperial star became unstable, repeating the cycle of expansion and contraction. Grooves and cracks appeared on the surface, and intense light burst forth from the cracks.
This process was extremely rapid; in the blink of an eye, the Imperial Star had already begun its final contraction.
Its size has dwindled to only one-hundredth of its original size, with all its energy contained within this tiny point of light.
Even its brilliance has been restrained, and its dim surface seems to prove that the star's life has come to an end.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
This imperial star, symbolizing the last emperor of the Liang Dynasty, burst forth with unprecedented brilliance.
It does not belong to itself, but is the brilliance that Sheng Wansong forcibly poured into it.
This is a star, and the most suitable ending for it is the explosion of a supernova.
The sky was filled with wondrous lights and colors, like the might of a holy spirit; only a thousand suns could rival its brilliance.
These were the words that came to Oppenheimer's mind when the world's first nuclear bomb was detonated.
In an era before the birth of nuclear physics, a nuclear bomb had already been detonated in the ancient East.
It wasn't a physics-related event, but rather an explosion caused by a human hand.
In that instant, all colors seemed to lose their meaning, and the world fell silent.
Amidst the radiance, a humanoid phantom floated before Sheng Wansong, enduring the violent flow of energy.
His physical form has vanished into thin air, leaving only a lonely soul.
He should have been utterly destroyed long ago, but Sheng Wansong preserved his soul.
"You still have a blood debt to repay."
Sheng Wansong raised his right hand, and a portion of the energy from the burst of light in front of him condensed into a longbow.
The arrowhead pressed against the old emperor's chest.
The bowstring was released, and the arrow was fired.
The arrow pierced the old emperor's chest, flew fifty miles, and arrived in the Forbidden City.
As if possessing wisdom, it flew diagonally downwards, smashing the gate and nailing the old emperor's soul firmly to the alchemy furnace.
A pair of eerie green eyes lit up in the darkness.
This alchemy room covers an area of 500 square meters and is 5 meters high.
It is now incredibly crowded, completely blocked by the spirits of infants.
The infants were initially afraid of the old emperor's dragon might and dared not approach his soul.
But the closest infant spirit, sensing the scent, gradually succumbed to its hatred, opened its blood-stained mouth, drooling, and its sharp fangs pierced the old emperor's shoulder, tearing off a chunk of flesh.
This is not flesh, but a manifestation of soul energy.
Upon realizing that the dragon's might had vanished, the infant spirits in the room were filled with resentment and hatred, and they swarmed over to tear at the old emperor's entire body.
Fingers, neck, eyeballs, testicles—everything was bitten off. Even a soul crawled out of his mouth into his stomach and gnawed at his internal organs from the inside.
"Ahhhhh!"
Amid the old emperor's desperate wails, a holy radiance was released from the holy arrow, filling the void in its soul.
This is an endless feast; before the sacred energy in the arrow is exhausted, it will, like Prometheus, forever become sustenance for these infant spirits.
Before it died, it drank their blood.
After death, it must repay the debt with its soul.
After Sheng Wansong released the arrow, the raging energy on the scene gradually cooled and dissipated.
Everyone's vision went blank.
A high-pitched, faint tinnitus echoed in my ears, the presence of which I was unsure.
In modern terms, that's the sound of electricity.
After an unknown amount of time, their vision gradually began to recover.
As the white light gradually dimmed, a sound finally broke the silence—a deafening roar, as if someone were pounding their eardrums with drumsticks.
Before us was a halo of light higher than the clouds, which gradually contracted and dissipated, revealing a semi-circular pit with a diameter of ten miles.
The area around the pit is barren, with smooth cuts. The edge of the pit reaches the riverbank, where the river water surges and overflows, and it is likely that it will soon form an artificial lake.
Under the swift current, both large ships tilted and capsized.
The survivors abandoned the ship and used their light-footed skills to land on the shore.
At the place where they landed, Katsu Mansatsu was already waiting for them.
It was still just a silhouette against the sky.
The humanoid figure, tiny compared to the dragon, was right in front of me.
The number of shooting stars in the sky gradually decreased, with only a few streaking across the sky occasionally.
Everyone was stunned, not daring to breathe loudly or move an inch.
"Yu Huachun, do you still remember the Lin family's story from fourteen years ago?"