Against the Gods: Final Battle

Sha Xing reached down and grasped the massive sword lying at his side—the Sirius Savage Sword. Its blade was broad and imposing, its design simple yet fierce. Engraved along its body was the mark of the Sirius, and within the sword resided the sealed soul of an ancient Sirius Wolf.

This was no ordinary weapon. It possessed its own spirit and could only be wielded by those recognized by the Sirius God. Among all the successors of the Sirius bloodline throughout history, Sha Xing ranked among the top three in talent. His cultivation and insight far surpassed his peers. He was a true Son of the Star God.

Had his profound veins not been damaged by the Abyss, even the harshest critics would have hesitated to abandon someone of his caliber. But now, this prodigy had been devoured by the Abyss Dust and reborn as something neither man nor ghost—a creature twisted by the abyssal depths.

A wild gleam flashed across Sha Xing's eyes. His lips curled into a faint, sinister smile. His expression was stiff and unnatural—eerily so.

The Sirius Savage Sword scraped along the ground as he dragged it forward, kicking up clouds of dust. Like a falling star of destruction, he lunged toward Shen Wuyi with murderous intent.

Although Sha Xing's cultivation was at the fourth level of the Divine Destruction Realm, the power he now radiated was no weaker than that of a fifth-level cultivator. Empowered by Yuan Chen's destructive force, his cultivation had not declined—instead, it had evolved.

In response, Shen Wuyi's Holy Feather Ice Crystal Silk unfurled, its threads floating elegantly in the air. She didn't understand what had become of Sha Xing, but in this state, he could only be regarded as a Yuan Ghost. She would show no mercy.

"Starfall Mourning!"

Sha Xing's first strike was devastating. He raised the Sirius Savage Sword and brought it down like a collapsing star. The sword's descent carried the ancient wrath of the Sirius Wolf, engulfing Shen Wuyi in an overwhelming force.

The slash split the sky with a brilliant light, painting the heavens in azure. The sheer might of it even pushed back the surrounding Yuan Chen fog.

In defense, Shen Wuyi's Holy Feather Ice Crystal Silk shone with radiant blue-white light, spiraling around the falling blade. Countless ice crystals formed along the sword's edge, sealing both the blade and the soul within.

Had it been the former Sha Xing, her counterattack might have worked. But now—empowered by the Abyss—he no longer feared such resistance. Frost formed around his wrist, but it did nothing to stop the sword's descent.

Boom!

The ice shattered violently, and the abyss-forged ground cracked beneath the impact. A massive crater spread outward. Sha Xing's sword wasn't just powerful—it had become terrifyingly physical, his destructive strength surging to a new peak.

Shen Wuyi stepped lightly into the air and soared upward, avoiding the impact. Though unharmed, her expression darkened. The Holy Feather Ice Crystal Silk had dimmed. In this first exchange, despite being a sixth-level Divine Destruction Realm cultivator, she had been at a disadvantage.

Sha Xing didn't pause. As if oblivious to the limits of his own body, he lunged forward again—his speed impossible by human standards. The cracking of his leg bones echoed through the air, yet he showed no sign of pain.

"Instant Prison Break!"

This was the deadliest strike from the Heavenly Wolf Prison God Canon. Like teleportation, his attack defied all reaction. The massive sword, normally a hindrance, became a weapon of supreme velocity. The sheer momentum behind it transformed its weight into lethal force.

For the first time, Shen Wuyi's face revealed concern. The Abyssal Sha Xing radiated crushing pressure—far more than before.

With no time to hold back, she activated the Midnight Divine Codex, the supreme martial art of the Kingdom of Eternal Night.

"Eternal Night Descends!"

Darkness enveloped her completely, spreading out to create a void-like zone in the misty sea. Within this domain, everything turned pitch-black—like a miniature black hole had formed.

Sha Xing's sword cleaved toward the void, attempting to split the darkness. But the shadows twisted and closed around the strike, swallowing its momentum and returning to their former form. Shen Wuyi had vanished from sight.

Blinded and disoriented, Sha Xing stood still for a moment. Without a target, the destructive force in his body began to settle.

"Silent Night Fall!"

Shen Wuyi struck. Leaping from the darkness, she condensed the full power of eternal night into her sword tip. The world dimmed as if frozen in shadow.

To most, this would have been a fatal blow. The shift from light to dark would render anyone helpless in the blink of an eye.

But Sha Xing was no longer bound by human limits. He had long lost all perception—his every action now driven by destructive instinct. He wasn't afraid of darkness.

Without hesitation, his Sirius Savage Sword clashed against her blade of night.

In a burst of light, the shadows shrank away, and the foggy sea returned to its normal state.

Watching from afar, Yun Che wiped away a bead of sweat, eyes gleaming.

"The Yuan Ghost Divine Son is even stronger than I expected. To think he could battle Qing Yue on equal footing…"

He closely observed the confrontation, astonished to see Sha Xing's combat strength leap by more than an entire realm after the Yuan Ghost transformation.

Not far away, Pan Buwang came to an abrupt halt. He had just arrived when the intense clash began, and the scene stunned him—not just the transformation, but the sheer ferocity of Sha Xing's power.

Pan Buwang had once fought Shen Wuyi himself, so he was well aware of her strength. Yet here was Sha Xing, only in the fourth realm of Divine Destruction, going toe-to-toe with her.

"This must be Master's masterpiece… Only Master could turn myths into reality. I'll just stay out of this one."

He chose not to intervene. His loyalty was fully aligned with Wu Huang, and he watched in silence—witnessing what might become a legendary duel.

Suddenly, a radiant purple glow burst from Shen Wuyi's body. The divine power of Zique surged, elevating her strength further. She was like a lunar deity, graceful and majestic, but with a chilling light in her eyes. She no longer held back—she was going to kill this Yuan Ghost Sha Xing.

"Zique Divine Realm!"

A forbidden domain unfolded, enveloping both combatants. Within it, Shen Wuyi's power was enhanced, her profound techniques amplified, her movements refined. Sha Xing, meanwhile, should have been slowed, his strength suppressed.

But despite the Zique Divine Realm's suppressive force, Sha Xing showed no sign of weakening. Bereft of human life force, only Yuan Chen's destructive power remained in him. He continued to attack, unphased.

"Gray Wolf Claw!"

This was the fifth sword of the Heavenly Wolf Hell God Canon. In truth, it was not a single sword technique—but four unleashed in perfect succession. The resulting sword energies combined into claw-shaped strikes—hence the name.

It was a move that concentrated all attack potential into a single, devastating blow.

Even Yun Che, master of the Heavenly Wolf Canon, found its destructive force greater than his own.

Shen Wuyi countered. Stepping on the shimmering strands of the Holy Feather Ice Crystal Silk, she raised her sword—and unleashed the ultimate power of the Moon Goddess.

"Purple Moon Returns to the Ruins!"

From her chest burst a deep violet crescent moon, containing all the divine energy of the Moon God. It was like a blade of annihilation—anything it touched would vanish into nothingness.

Though Gray Wolf Claw was formidable, it paled before Shen Wuyi's ultimate move. It was obliterated in a single clash, and the Sirius Wolf's energy was completely dispersed.

Yet Sha Xing did not yield.

Instead, he released his strongest technique—Blood Moon Immortal Sword!

A blood-red moon slowly rose behind him, infused with the ultimate power of the Heavenly Wolf. Once blue, the celestial wolf now bathed itself in blood, its fury blazing.

This sword carried boundless wrath and iron will. As it slashed forward, the Blood Moon and Purple Moon collided in midair—

—And the sky erupted with cataclysmic force.

(End of Chapter)