Fallen

Purple Bell King was blasted into dust by the Fire God Origin Crystal explosion. Just as he was about to re-coalesce, he saw Luo Feng arrive, completely stunned: “How is this possible? My divine body shattered and immediately began to re-form; how short was that time? How could he have arrived here at this critical moment, unless—the Fire God Origin Crystal explosion didn't shatter his divine body! That's utterly impossible!” Yet, the truth was, the explosion hadn't shattered Luo Feng's body! Back then... in the Sacrificial Tower, when the elder Qiu Chika self-destructed within the sealed treasure chamber, Luo Feng was able to withstand it. The Fire God Origin Crystal explosion was ten times more powerful than Qiu Chika's self-destruction! The treasure chamber back then was completely sealed, whereas this explosion occurred in endless void, spreading tens of millions of kilometers. Environmentally speaking, a sealed environment naturally amplifies power. Back then, it was just Qiu Chika's single self-destruction. Now, there were two Fire God Origin Crystals. Combining both factors, the combined power of the two Fire God Origin Crystal explosions was, at most, ten times the power of Qiu Chika's self-destruction in the sealed treasure chamber at that time... Back then, Luo Feng's Moyun Combat Armor was at the Marquis-level peak, with a toughness comparable to a Beginner Tier King-level human. Now, the Moyun Combat Armor is at the Beginner Tier King-level, with a toughness comparable to a King-level equivalent human! After being doubly weakened by the 'God-Slaying Wings' and 'Silver Armor' to one-thousandth of its original power (equivalent to a Beginner Tier King-level self-destruction), under the defense of the Moyun Combat Armor, which was comparable to a High-level King, it barely managed to crack the Moyun Combat Armor before its power was completely exhausted, unable even to shatter the Moyun Combat Armor into dust. “Compared to the Sacrificial Tower, the explosion's power increased tenfold, but my Moyun Combat Armor also soared in strength. All of you were blasted to dust, yet I'm unharmed.” Luo Feng directly withstood the impact. More accurately, it was the Moyun Combat Armor, protected by the God-Slaying Wings and Silver Armor, that bore the brunt of the shockwave. As long as the Moyun Combat Armor could hold, Luo Feng was naturally safe. ... Luo Feng had easily withstood the impact. With Purple Bell King only a few thousand kilometers away, a flap of his wings sent him whistling directly before Purple Bell King. The King's divine body, which had been blasted into dust, had only just begun to re-coalesce. Following his original plan, Luo Feng immediately drew his Poison Shadow Battle Blade and struck him! This strike was truly vicious! “How did he manage to get here so quickly?” Purple Bell King was still full of doubt, but seeing Luo Feng's blade thrusting towards him, he scoffed inwardly, “Even the Fire God Origin Crystals couldn't kill me. Your single strike won't even shatter my divine body, it's simply too—ah!” Pfft! The blade pierced in! The Poison Shadow Battle Blade plunged into Purple Bell King's immortal divine body, which was still riddled with cracks. Feimo venom instantly began to corrode it. “No!” Purple Bell King was utterly terrified by the potency of the Feimo venom. His first instinct was to completely separate his divine body again, but... it was too late! A King-level Limit powerhouse required 10 grams of venom to be killed, but a King-level Peak powerhouse only needed 1 gram. Even with the fastest reaction, a single stab typically allowed about 0.3 to 0.8 grams of venom to invade the body. Purple Bell King's divine body was less than 50% intact. That full 0.72 grams of venom instantly merged into his body, spreading to every fragment of his divine body, corroding every cell... Purple Bell King was utterly defenseless. “It's over!” Purple Bell King instantly understood. “Finally, I'm going to die.” His consciousness was filled with unwillingness, rage, and regret, but before death, Purple Bell King's consciousness swiftly connected to the virtual world. ... In the virtual world. “Mass email! Mass email!!!” Purple Bell King's consciousness-formed body stood in the hall, roaring. According to his plan, one step was that if the human 'Yang' proved too troublesome, he would drag all the King-level powerhouses of the Machine Race faction into the fray. He had long prepared a mass email, with the exact coordinates—the address of his previous cave—clearly written. Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~~~ Emails, like snowflakes, were instantly sent to a vast number of King-level powerhouses in the Machine Race faction, summoning them. “That human Yang has appeared? Right there?” “Sacrificial Tower Treasure!!!” “Hahahaha...” “He appeared.” A large number of King-level powerhouses received the message and immediately erupted in excitement. Though incredibly thrilled, these King-level powerhouses were not foolish... It was impossible for them to instantly teleport directly to the coordinates upon receiving the email. Firstly, only a very few could teleport. Secondly, what if it was a trap? So, many of them naturally began to team up. With a group of King-level powerhouses together, their strength increased, and they wouldn't fear a trap. “Haha... hahaha...” Feeling his consciousness dissipate, Purple Bell King, however, threw his head back and let out a wild, maniacal laugh. He, Purple Bell King, was self-important. After acquiring the mysterious ancient bell through a stroke of luck, he had even used it to kill two King-level Limit powerhouses and several King-level Peak powerhouses. Within the Qichang Race, he was undoubtedly a powerful existence. In his heart, he still harbored the desire to become a Universe Venerable, to become an even greater being. However— Simply because he provoked that human Yang, even though he had prepared detailed countermeasures, he never had the chance to implement them. The Fire God Origin Crystal explosion, coupled with the 'Feimo venom,' had claimed his life. “I'm dead, but you won't have it easy either!!!” Purple Bell King roared fiercely. Snap! His consciousness-formed body shattered like a bubble, instantly vanishing. It would never appear again. Although he belonged to the Machine Race faction, the exalted Machine Race 'Universe Master' might revive powerhouses on a large scale in the future. However, for the Qichang Race, they would at most revive King-level Limit powerhouses. Even if, by chance, Purple Bell King fell within the scope of revival, because he had refined the Purple Bell, the bell would have a tremendous impact on 'revival.' The backlash from the universe's operational laws would be... not inferior to reviving a Universe Venerable. Therefore, if the Universe Master discovered Purple Bell King carried the 'Purple Bell,' they would certainly automatically abandon the revival. Possessing a treasure, after falling, made revival even more difficult! And if one wished to forcibly restore a damaged treasure, the cost would likely be ten or even a hundred times that of the treasure itself! Even without restoring and retrieving the treasure, the mere existence of the treasure would drastically increase the difficulty of 'revival.' He, Purple Bell King, possessing the Purple Bell, was thus destined to be unrevivable. Unless a Universe Master was willing to bear such an astonishing cost! Purple Bell King, thus... fell! ... In other distant regions of the Yan Ji Continent, many King-level powerhouses from the Machine Race faction were communicating and forming alliances through the virtual world. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Powerhouses with teleportation abilities gathered other King-level powerhouses, carrying them along. “King Anmeng, this news suddenly spread, and it all came from Purple Bell King. It's clearly a mass email sent to all powerhouses in the Machine Race faction. Could there be a conspiracy?” A group of King-level powerhouses, varied in appearance and from different races, gathered in mid-air. Their only commonality was their allegiance to the Machine Race faction. “There might be a trap!” “But it could also be real.” The group of Kings communicated telepathically. Suddenly, a short, stout divine being, whose body was entirely made of rock, shouted, “I tried to contact Purple Bell King. The virtual world system informed me that Purple Bell King has fallen.” “Already fallen?” “Dead?” The King-level powerhouses who were still skeptical also tried, and the virtual world system indeed responded, stating that Purple Bell King had fallen. This instantly made them 90% believe the previously circulated message... The virtual world system confirming Purple Bell King's demise meant that Purple Bell King was connected to the virtual world at the moment of his death, and the virtual world had detected his demise. Everything could only be fully confirmed through detection. Like Huyan Bo, the master of Yunmo Star, who never activated the virtual universe system to detect his own status, he quietly fell. Even after ten thousand years of his demise, the outside world likely remained unaware. “Let's go quickly!” “Purple Bell King has fallen, so the battle must have been fierce.” A group of Kings immediately shouted excitedly, “But our Machine Race faction will surely have many powerhouses rushing there. With so many of us, we won't fear that human.” “We'll teleport directly to a location hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from the coordinates. Even if there's trouble, we can prepare a little.” “Let's go.” Whoosh! This group of powerhouses instantly teleported and vanished into thin air, rushing towards the battlefield. Although their strengths varied, even including Beginner Tier Kings, they were not afraid. This was because those from the same faction would at least not kill each other. As long as large groups of powerhouses teamed up, their safety would naturally skyrocket. Moreover, killing a King-level powerhouse was not an easy feat. They believed that for Purple Bell King to have fallen... the enemy must have paid a considerable price. ... On the Yan Ji Continent, and even from the distant Star Tower, batch after batch of King-level powerhouses from the Machine Race faction began teleporting towards the battleground! Of course, the King-level powerhouses from the Yan Ji Continent were the first to arrive. As for those from the distant Star Tower... those powerhouses would first need to find a safe location, then use divine kingdom teleportation, and finally teleport to their destination. This would likely take quite some time! ... At the battleground, the shattered cosmic space was rapidly repairing itself. One could visibly see the space quickly extending and recovering. “Ah!” Blood Beast King let out a low growl, his divine body fully re-coalescing. “My immortal divine body suffered a 42% loss! How many long years will it take to recover?” Blood Beast King's single eye was filled with rage and unwillingness. Losing divine body also meant losing soul. Such losses could either be slowly repaired over long ages, or with the help of certain special treasures in the universe. But those treasures were incredibly precious, and they were reluctant to use them. Meanwhile, on the other side, “My immortal divine body suffered a 59% loss!!!” Heavy Arrow King was even more miserable. “My strength is less than one-tenth of what it was! Even a King-level Peak powerhouse could suppress me.” Although the strongest Fire God Origin Crystal had a certain probability of causing a King-level Limit powerhouse to fall, who didn't have some life-saving measures? Special combat armors might not be able to reduce damage by a miraculous ninety percent, but reducing it by twenty or thirty percent was common. And plant lifeforms, metal lifeforms, and so on—almost every King-level Limit powerhouse possessed such things. Even so, their losses were still incredibly severe. ... From another direction, silver-armored, silver-winged Luo Feng, holding the Poison Shadow Battle Blade, watched as the treasures left behind by the disintegrating and annihilated Purple Bell King—a world ring, weapons, combat armor, and the Purple Bell—were collected. With a flick of his hand, he stored them all into his own world ring. “Purple Bell King, thanks,” Luo Feng murmured softly. “Hmm?” Luo Feng suddenly turned his head. Tens of thousands of kilometers away, space violently rippled, and dozens of King-level powerhouses from various races suddenly appeared. Immediately after, space in other directions also began to vibrate, as groups of King-level powerhouses from the Yan Ji Continent started arriving one after another.