NOVGO.NET Chapter 3100 - 3100: The Final (3)
Yun Lintian was forced back. For the first time in this battle, he was on the defensive, and hard-pressed. His God Slaying Sword met Yin’s blows, but each parry sent shattering tremors through his arm.
The pure, unified light of his sword dimmed under the oppressive silence. No matter how he maneuvered, how he used the power of Chaos to disrupt, Yin’s overwhelming force bulldozed through it. He was being suppressed, his perfect control strained to its limit.
Yet, through it all, Yun Lintian’s eyes remained calm. He had expected this. To defeat the absolute end, one must be willing to risk everything.
Deep within him, at the core of his being where his Profound Vein and Divine Core resided, a decision was made. The core, which now contained the perfect balance of Creation and Uncreation, began to glow. Not with a gentle light, but with the fierce, desperate radiance of a star going supernova.
Buzz—
He began to burn it.
He wasn’t just using his power; he was consuming his very source, the foundation of his godhood. The vibrant energy of Creation and the deep silence of Uncreation within him ignited in a simultaneous, catastrophic conflagration.
A new aura erupted from Yun Lintian—one of desperate, glorious, and terrible power. It was not as overwhelmingly silent as Yin’s, but it was fiercely bright and equally profound. The pressure pushing him back halted. He stood his ground, then took a step forward.
He began to fight back.
His sword moves became a furious, brilliant counter-assault. He met Yin’s silent advances with a storm of light and shadow, of life and death given violent, explosive form. The void around them became a cacophony of conflicting absolutes.
Yin, who had felt victory within his grasp, roared in frustration. “BURNING YOUR CORE? A SUICIDAL GAMBLE! IT CHANGES NOTHING!”
He could not allow this to continue. He had one final, true ultimate move. A move that risked not just himself, but the entire structure of reality. It was the summoning of his very origin, his birthplace and his throne.
“ENOUGH OF THIS FARCE!” Yin’s roar was not one of sound, but of collapsing dimensions. “YOU WISH TO SEE TRUE UNCREATION? THEN GAZE UPON THE SOURCE OF ALL ENDINGS! BEHOLD THE CHASM!”
Behind him, the void itself tore open. But this was not a simple rift. It was the manifestation of a fundamental concept. A chasm of such profound nothingness that it made the surrounding cosmic devastation seem like a vibrant paradise.
This was the Chasm of Uncreation, the place where Yin was born, the silent heart of the void from which all entropy flowed.
Its appearance was an event. The universe itself seemed to groan, its fabric straining. The Chasm didn’t just exist; it hungered.
An unimaginable suction force erupted from its depths. It wasn’t pulling on matter or energy; it was pulling on existence itself. Distant galaxies, already ravaged by their battle, were stretched into streams of light and silently devoured.
The very light from stars was sucked into its maw before it could travel. The laws of physics frayed and unraveled as they were drawn towards the abyss.
Most terrifyingly, Yun Lintian felt his own power being pulled. The brilliant, burning energy of his core, the unified force of Creation and Uncreation, began to stream out of him, flowing towards the Chasm like a river to the sea. His fierce aura dimmed rapidly. The Chasm was devouring the very concept of power, of life, of being.
This was Yin’s ultimate technique: not an attack, but the invocation of the universe’s default state. He was calling the cosmos home to silence.
Yun Lintian felt his strength waning at an alarming rate. The light of his God Slaying Sword flickered. He was being unmade not by a blade, but by the environment itself. He had to end this, now.
Gathering the very last dregs of his will and the remnants of his power resisting the suction, he focused everything into a single, final strike. The God Slaying Sword blazed one last time, a defiant star against the encroaching dark.
“ETERNAL CYCLE!” he cried out, his voice a whisper against the Chasm’s silent roar.
He thrust the sword forward, a final, desperate thrust that carried all his hope, all his pain, and all his love for the world he was trying to save.
Yin, seeing his opponent on the verge of being devoured, met the attack with his own ultimate declaration. He poured the full authority of the Chasm into the Sword of Nothingness, the blade becoming a conduit for the absolute end.
“FINAL SILENCE!” Yin’s voice was the Chasm itself speaking.
The two ultimate techniques collided.
There was no explosion. There was a perfect, straining equilibrium. The point where their sword tips met became a singularity of conflicting laws. The God Slaying Sword’s promise of an eternal cycle pressed against the Sword of Nothingness’s declaration of final silence.
The strain was too much for the vessels containing such power.
Crack… Crack…
Fine, hairline fractures appeared on both divine blades. The cracks spread, crawling up the obsidian length of the God Slayer and across the void-like surface of the Sword of Nothingness.
For a moment, they held, two doomed titans in a final embrace.
Then, with a soundless shatter that was felt rather than heard, both swords exploded. They disintegrated into a cloud of glittering light-motes and dissipating void-particles, their divine essences scattering into the chaotic cosmos, forever lost.
The mutual annihilation of their ultimate weapons and techniques created a split second of stunned, silent shock. The suction from the Chasm faltered for a heartbeat.
In that infinitesimal moment, as Yin stared at the space where his sword had been, Yun Lintian’s hand moved.
It was not empty.
Another sword materialized in his grasp. It was not a divine weapon forged by gods or primordials. It was the Heaven Sunderer Greatsword—massive, simple, and unadorned, the War God’s weapon.
While Yin was momentarily paralyzed by the loss of his Sword of Nothingness, Yun Lintian seized the opening.
He did not chant a technique. He did not gather energy. He simply put all the remaining physical strength in his body, all the weight of his resolve, into a single, brutal, horizontal cleave.
The Heaven Sunderer swept forward.
SHLICK!
The sound was clean and sharp, horrifyingly mundane in the cosmic setting.
The greatsword, empowered by nothing but Yun Lintian’s indomitable will, cut clean through Yin’s torso…