Mage Manual

"From the moment they raised the Heavenly Kingdom, we had no choice left." The Lord of Infinite Abyss spat out a mouthful of blood energy, solemnly declaring:

"Infinite Abyss, fight to the death endlessly."

The All-knowing Weaver responded immediately:

"All-knowing, foresee the future."

The Extreme Master of Blood Moon withdrew his gaze from the sea of stars, his blood vessels coursing with boiling hot blood—since you won’t intervene, let me prove that I am the greatest Mage!

"Blood Moon, kill all enemies on sight!"

In the final Heavenly Kingdom, Sonia let go of the broken sword and the Blood Sword, turning her head to ask: "How do you feel?"

"Pretty good," Vishi’s lips curled into a mad arc, looking at her hands with a face full of fervor, "Hahaha, a body with boiling blood, this is what real combat feels like!"

"Ugh, ugh..." Diya hugged herself tightly, her hair disheveled, tears streaming down her face: "It hurts, it hurts so much! It feels like my heart is breaking, I can’t breathe, it hurts so much..."

Sonia blinked, "What’s going on with you two?"

"Have you been contaminated by emotions from the knowledge?"

Weiser stepped over to them, calmly saying: "The mysterious knowledge you conveyed through the soul chain, even without memory, is likely imbued with the emotions of the original owner. When they accepted the knowledge, they were tainted by the emotions, leading to slight changes in temperament, but it should not be a big problem... at least compared with the knowledge that can turn the tide of battle, this risk is completely negligible."

"What about you?" Sonia asked.

"My knowledge is very clean, not a trace of extra emotion." Weiser shook her head: "It seems the original owner deliberately cleaned the knowledge, not willing to share any emotion... just as stingy as I am."

"What about you, Sword Maiden? You’ve borne the most knowledge, have you been tainted by the emotions inside it?"

"Rather than saying it’s contamination..." Sonia seemed to recall something, her brows and eyes arching with a gentle smile, lightly laughing: "It’s more like a deepening."

"Silver, Silver Lamp." Diya kept rubbing her eyes, but the tears just wouldn’t stop, weeping: "Are you sure it’s okay for you to come over here? Over by the chain..."

"No problem." Weiser flipped open the silver tome in her hand, saying: "After accepting the knowledge you passed on, Sonia, I think I’ve..."

"Ascended to Six-winged."

As the silver light blossomed, six pure silver Divine Wings materialized behind Weiser, beautiful and pure, transcendent and independent. Vishi inhaled sharply, an unnatural blush appearing on her face: "Six-winged... Divine Being! Hahaha, I’ve finally got a Six-winged Divine Being!"

"I am not yours." Weiser chuckled: "I’ve left the Silver Lamp on the Hell Chains side, it will continue to infect the chain, so coming over here to fight alongside you will not affect anything."

"I see..." Sonia hesitated to speak further.

"What’s wrong?"

"If that’s the case, how about..."

Sonia suddenly grabbed Weiser’s hands, her face filled with expectation as she pleaded: "I also want to try being a Six-winged Divine Being, Weiser, will you let me use it for a bit? I’ll be very careful not to damage yours!"

"Don’t be ridiculous!" Weiser pushed her away with exasperation, relieved to see Sonia’s face full of dejection. Since returning from death, Sonia had appeared overly mature and calm; Weiser had worried that Sonia’s personality might have been tainted. But now, it seemed there was some impact, but at least... her essence remained that of a twenty-year-old girl.

Clang!

With an ear-piercing metallic screech, everyone looked down to see one of the two chains sealing Hell had been completely silverized, and just now ruptured with a loud crack, undoing the first seal of Hell!

"I know you’re curious about where this knowledge comes from." Sonia said serenely: "But this question, like all others, will have to wait until Ash returns to answer."

"What we must do now is wait with hope, and also..."

Sonia looked up at the angels obscuring the sky and sun, and the four Divine Lords personally leading the Heavenly Kingdom’s invasion. The breaking of the Hell Chains seemed to unravel their second psychological suggestion, and now all the Divine Lords had only unyielding killing intent and malice in their eyes, leaving no room for negotiation!

As if they were the Demon Kings of world destruction.

"...blood stains Heaven!"

We are prepared here, now it’s your turn, Ash.

...

...

The lowest level of Level Six of Hell, beyond the fissure of the world.

Ash fused his twin swords into a colossal, colorful sword and plunged it into the seven-colored eye of the pitch-black giant serpent. With both hands gripping the sword’s hilt, he raced atop the serpent’s body, and segment after segment of the serpent’s spinal Technique Spirit shattered and disintegrated under the sword, a rainbow of blood jetting skyward behind him, like a veil woven of rainbows. The serpent let out a soul-crushing, silent scream, but not a single feather of Ash’s wings was disturbed.

When Ash’s giant sword slashed through the serpent’s tail, the colossal serpent, spanning several kilometers, was perfectly bisected, revealing an inner body composed of myriad magical hues. He restored the giant sword into twin swords crossed in a crisscross, and Death Mad, Black Demon, Mirror Demon, and Youmo materialized around him. Thousands of divine wonders compressed into a flawless move in an instant—

Eight-winged·Final Cross!

The serpent’s body was coated with his colors, collapsing inch by inch, disintegrating foot by foot, bursting like a water ball, as transparent blood rain poured in the void, gradually subsiding.

Ash returned to the lowest level of Hell, stood at the edge of the fissure, stared into the void beyond the world for a good while, then suddenly asked: "Is it dead?"

"You’ve killed it 63 times." Death Mad said: "Its body has dwindled from several thousand kilometers in length to just a few now, its detonation rains from vividly colorful to completely transparent now, and it had consumed 63 worlds."

After a long pause, Death Mad finally said: "It seems to be truly dead."

Black Demon still wore a silly smile, Mirror Demon seemed stunned, Youmo snorted with a mocking smile on her face, but her smile gradually turned bitter, tears uncontrollably streaming down. She sniffed hard, her nose seemed stuffed, even blowing a bubble of snot, eventually unable to hold back, crouching down, hugging her knees, her shoulders trembling as she quietly cried.

With her crying, Black Demon also began wailing loudly, the seventeen-part harmony of weeping resounding like demonic music throughout Hell. Mirror Demon sniffed, walked over to hug Black Demon, gently patting her back, as Black Demon’s voice gradually calmed down, clinging to Mirror Demon’s neck, softly sobbing.

Ash let out a heavy sigh, showing a relieved smile at Death Mad. It seemed Death Mad hadn’t smiled in ages; her lips twitched, revealing a faint smile to him.

Just as he was about to say something, Ash suddenly went limp, dropping to his knees, with Death Mad immediately squatting down to support him. Just as he was about to express that he was fine, his body stiffened, and seven wings burst forth from within him.

Crack.

Like wooden boards splintering, his majestic Silver Wings cracked, shattering entirely from root to tip, disintegrating into nothing. Then, Showering Golden Wings, Dreamlike Colored Wings, Ultimate Black Wings, Infinite Prison Wings, All-Nations Heavenly Wings, Supreme Void Wings... all wings cracked in succession, breaking apart!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

His heart beat forcefully, pumping blood throughout his body, but it was a futile effort; he couldn’t even muster the strength to stand, like a wild dog with its spine removed.

Divine Being, Technique Spirit, Source Power, Magic Power, soul body, soul, everything he once relied on, the omnipotent power, all slipping away from him.

The World Snake had died.

It felt like he was dying too.