Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast Chapter 1393 - 1393 531 Beginning of the End Sun and Moon

Chapter 1393: Chapter 531 Beginning of the End, Sun and Moon Shine Together_2 Chapter 1393: Chapter 531 Beginning of the End, Sun and Moon Shine Together_2 From that indifferent gaze, Jonathan Walker felt a piercingly sharp Sword Intent, and his own look beca even more complex.

In the end, Jonathan Walker nodded slightly, said nothing more, and vanished once again. This scene caused True Martial Heavenly King and others outside the plane to tense up slightly.

For Jonathan Walker’s appearance and disappearance left not a single trace, the space showing no sign of disturbance, as if he had never existed at all.

Not to ntion any fluctuation of the law’s energy.

This genius, who had dazzled an era, despite having silently split into three for many years, still possessed strength surpassing that of countless senior cultivators.

Now, outside of the Number Ten Plane, space-ti distorted, and the Golden Divine Tree, towering tens of thousands of kiloters high, shone even more brilliantly, radiating endless golden light.

In that sea of gold were not only True Martial Heavenly King and his companions, but behind them a vast Human Expedition Legion, and an even greater number of elite mbers of the Heavenly Feather Clan.

At this ti, these warriors of the Heavenly Feather Clan, with wings of gold, silver, and white light upon their backs, were spread out into legions, each numbering in the tens of thousands, centered around golden battleships and golden fortresses.

Each legion was overseen by one or more Mythical-level Powerhouses, these divine beings emanating dazzling halos of light that resonated with the armies and fortresses below.

Above the golden sea, apart from the Mythological Legion below, there stood twenty-two majestic and splendid divine temples covering hundreds of kiloters.

These palatial structures were all carved with the Eternal Divine Tree’s patterns and housed thousands, even tens of thousands, of figures with two pairs of light wings, stationed at various points in the temple.

These “people,” different from the typical Heavenly Feather Clan, were very similar in form but lacked physical bodies; yet they all radiated high-order or even quasi-mythical aura, with a few even at the Mythical-level.

These temples, like even more vast War Fortresses, had each of their spires glowing with halos, sacred and formidable.

Simultaneously, each temple represented a Divine King of Heavenly King Level.

Compared to the Human Race’s slightly more than ten Heavenly King Level powerhouses, the Heavenly Feather Clan had a greater number of Main God-level individuals, although all of these Main Gods seed to be in a weakened state.

Nine of them had just been resurrected from the trunk of the Eternal Divine Tree, preparing to burn their last bit of strength.

And because they were enveloped in the golden light of the Eternal Divine Tree, the Demon Gods standing outside the Eternal Domain could not perceive nor see this force.

Within the Eternal Domain, four Heavenly Feather Divine Kings radiating Supre Level aura stood firm, still confronting the nine Demon Gods outside the domain, and everything appeared to be quite normal.

Ti passed, and two days quickly slipped by without a sound.

Under the silver moonlight, the Number Ten Plane beca even more desolate and silent. On the mountain peak, the black-haired girl bearing four swords stood motionless, as if she were a breathtaking painting etched between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, Jane Aiken looked up toward the sea of clouds in front of her, where space silently shattered and tore, forming a crack several thousand kiloters long.

From within the fissure stepped out a Purgatory Evil Demon clad in dark red armor, standing five ters tall, with horns on its head and a pair of black bat wings and a sharp tail behind it.

The mont this Purgatory Evil Demon appeared, a Terrifying Aura spread, darkening the entire plane in an instant, as though a layer of black veil had been draped over it.

Imdiately the world beca oppressively gloomy, as the pervasive shadow within drove away the moonlight, swallowing everything.

But then, high in the Firmant, a golden Great Sun a hundred kiloters in diater erged, casting dazzling Radiance, like golden swords rending the darkness.

Soon the sky was clear again, bright as day under the golden sun’s glow.

However, the land below was now subrged in Dark Demon Air, with only mountain peaks visible, surrounded by rolling black waves like an ocean.

“I thought you might not dare to enter.”

A calm voice sounded, Jonathan Walker appeared under the golden sun, bearing the Great Sun on his back, his gaze calm as he looked down at the churning sea of darkness below.

There, Left Demon also slightly raised his head, his gaze coldly fixed on Jonathan Walker.

Both emanating a chilling murderous intent at this mont, each wanting to slay the other, even though they were originally one person, one soul self-cleft into two separate beings.

This was the drawback of the ancient secret skill that Jonathan Walker once practiced.

Although after killing the other, they would fuse and absorb everything from one another, reintegrating into a whole, the dominant consciousness would be of the last victor.

The other two personalities would completely vanish, leaving behind only so mories and experiences of cultivation insights.

Left Demon slowly spoke, “I thought you had sothing to rely on, daring to lure here actively, but I didn’t expect your realm to have only reached the late period of Heavenly King.”

“It seems that my choice back then was correct; the Purgatory bloodline is stronger than that of the human body.”

As he spoke, an overbearing will surged from Left Demon’s body, his entire being emitting a dazzling black-gold radiance, turning half the sky into darkness.

Boom!

From within the black-gold light, an indescribable, terrifying aura burst forth; the force was so strong that space itself was compressed into substance, forming layer upon layer of transparent shockwaves erupting in all directions.

A Purgatory Demon King, a thousand ters tall with three heads and ten arms, covered in black-gold scale armor, appeared in the black-gold light, with wings that blotted out the sky, surrounded by black and red ribbons of light, his demon power vast and majestic.

In the true form of Left Demon’s hands, he held a black-gold battle halberd over two thousand ters in length, entwined with Dragon Scale Patterns, but the weapon’s front was a single-edged Devouring Overlord Halberd.

Besides the arms holding the halberd, two of the remaining eight arms were jointly supporting a black stone tower, while the six other arms each grasped a hundred-ter-long black flag.

And beneath his feet, the Dark Demon Air dissipated, revealing another scene.

It was a special abyss engulfing the earth, with dark red lightning streaking through the dark red world. Wherever these lightnings passed, mountains and Earth silently crumbled into annihilation.

“Today is the day I beco whole again and step into the ranks of the Demon Gods,” said Left Demon, raising a long roar. His halberd shone bright as a ten-thousand-ter halberd light entwined with countless dark red lightnings shot up into the sky.

Under the black halberd light, blessed by the abyss and even more solid than the space outside in the mythical world, backed by the Eternal Divine Tree, space imdiately shattered into pieces.

Like a black tide bursting skyward, releasing a terrifying aura that could destroy heaven and Earth, it enveloped thousands of kiloters, swallowing everything in its path.

Above the Firmant, Jonathan Walker watched with cold eyes, the Great Sun behind him radiating endlessly, emitting boundless radiance and high temperatures, just like a true Great Sun, suddenly descending.

Boom!

The falling Golden Great Sun spun wildly at a speed of tens of thousands of turns per second, grinding a thousand kiloters of space into dust, while the invisible force of distortion and destruction enveloped a ten thousand kiloter range.

In that mont, whether it was Jonathan Walker at the late stage of Heavenly King or Left Demon at the pinnacle of being a Great Demon King, the might they displayed had reached the level of a Demon God.

In just an instant, the Golden Great Sun that twisted the sky plunged into the dark tide.

Boom!

The entire plane shook with a thunderous roar, with thousands of kiloters of space around it exploding, infinite golden light and darkness intertwining, obliterating all things.

Under the terrifying strike, space and ti were directly pierced, forming an imnse dark void.

And within that void, over a thousand kiloters in diater, sinking deep into the Void, stood a solitary peak on which Jane Aiken, her black hair tied in a ponytail, stood quietly.

Around her, including