Alright, I will exert my healing arts to the fullest to compensate for your consumption."
As her voice fell, Ren's aura shifted once again!
At this moment, the world in the Fallen Angel's eyes seemed to change. Although they were still above the sea, and there was still a full moon, his instincts told him that he had entered the domain of a specific technique.
"That Poem Immortal Sword again?!" The Fallen Angel's expression instantly darkened.
Sure enough, the next moment, Ren's voice drifted into his ears:
"The bright moon rises over the sea, bringing us together from the ends of the earth!"
As these lines of poetry echoed, the bright moon in the sky seemed to expand infinitely in the Fallen Angel's vision! Ren's figure was clearly far away, yet the Angel felt as though he was standing right in front of him—close enough to touch with a single hand.
"Raising my cup, I invite the bright moon; facing my shadow, we become three."
Whoosh—
Ren's form blurred like flowing ink. Dark droplets fell, splitting into three identical figures.
"Crap!"
The Fallen Angel stared fixedly at the three Rens. The identical pressure emanating from each of them made his scalp tingle with dread!
"First comes the cold flash of the silver tip!"
Clang—!
Ren's spear radiated an endless chill, as if it intended to freeze the very ocean itself! Standing before him, the Fallen Angel was instantly covered in a layer of frost. A bone-deep cold enveloped him, rendering him unable to move an inch!
"Then! The spear projects like a soaring dragon!"
Roar—!!
Upon the boundless sea, the moonlight draped a layer of silver scales over the waves. The three Rens, spear in hand, transformed into three massive, lifelike dragon heads!
As the dragon heads turned, the entire ocean seemed to capsize. Three seemingly endless dragon bodies burst through the surface, their white scales shimmering like starlight under the moon. The three divine dragons lunged simultaneously, their gaping maws snapping shut around the Fallen Angel!
Rumble—!
The air was torn to shreds, and space itself became extremely unstable, looking as if it might shatter at any moment. The Fallen Angel tried to dodge, but his stiffened body refused to obey.
Am I going to die?No! How could I die! I haven't resurrected her yet! I cannot die!Aaaaagh!!
The Fallen Angel struggled maniacally, pouring every ounce of his power into breaking the physical paralysis. His Super-God level Holy Light Restoration activated, covering his body in a dense, glowing shroud of gold!
The attack of the three dragons slammed into him, instantly obliterating his physical form. But under the near-instantaneous effect of his healing art, his body reconstructed itself in a heartbeat—only to be pulverized again!
"AAAAAGH!"
His agonized screams echoed across the entire surface of the Red Sea. His life force was being consumed at a high speed, and his aura was weakening. The infinite pain threatened to cloud his mind, but his singular obsession allowed him to hold onto his last shred of sanity, frantically driving his healing arts to keep himself "alive."
Once the dragon phantoms finally vanished, the Fallen Angel's body could no longer hold out. He plummeted from the sky, crashing onto the surface below.
Yet, incredibly, he was still laughing. "Hahaha! I'm alive! Still alive!"
A flash of golden light appeared as Gabriel materialized before him. Looking at the Gate of Hell standing behind the broken Angel, she didn't hesitate—she delivered a brutal kick that sent him flying straight into the portal!
Bang!
Amidst the Fallen Angel's final, desperate howl, the golden gate vanished completely.
"NO! NOOOO—!!!"
The echo of his despair faded into the depths of the Hell Prison.
Back in Yanhuang.
Ren and Bai Xiaofei were traveling back from the Red Sea. Along the way, Xiaofei was in a state of total shock.
"Seriously, Brother Ren, you're too damn cool!" Xiaofei stared at Ren in disbelief. "You've only had that Heart Sutra for a few days, right? And you've already reached this kind of realm?!"
"I have Time Acceleration," Ren joked.
During the ultimate move, Gabriel had been continuously healing him, and the environment had perfectly matched the "intent" of the poetry. His consumption had been practically zero; he had even managed to manifest a complete "World of Intent" using the power of heaven and earth, which would be immensely beneficial for his future cultivation.
When they landed, Gabriel was giving instructions to the Pope, who listened with humble reverence to the Archangel's teachings. The Gate of Hell sank back into the earth; this time, the "key" was in the hands of a Super-God like Gabriel. No one was going to steal it easily.
Seeing Ren, Gabriel smiled warmly. "Thank you for your help this time."
"Hahaha! It was nothing. I didn't actually expect to pull off a move like that," Ren laughed. "What are your plans? Returning to your home planet?"
Gabriel shook her head. "No. In the years to come, I will gather more evildoers and lock them into the Hell Prison, waiting for the Holy Lord to resurrect."
"How many years will that take?" Xiaofei asked.
"I don't know. Perhaps ten thousand years, perhaps several tens of thousands."
"Tens of thousands of years..." Xiaofei went silent. The Corpse King was only two thousand years old, and that felt like an eternity. To the Angel, the unit of time was tens of thousands.
Ren raised an eyebrow and smiled. "So, does that mean you have a spaceship?"
Gabriel blinked, then understood his drift. "I have one, but I don't know if it's still functional." Her tribe had been on Earth for ten millennia. Even though the ship was well-hidden, its condition was an unknown. "I remember we left it on Mars."
She used the Holy Golden Orb to sense the vessel, then looked confused. "Eh? The ship is on Earth?"
She sent out a pulse of energy, and after a few seconds, a massive, dilapidated spaceship appeared in the sky above them.
"It's been dismantled?" Gabriel was speechless. Obviously, this was the work of humans.
Ren's expression didn't change. He wasn't the one who took it apart, so why should he be embarrassed? "Whatever. Let's go up and look."
They boarded the ship. The interior had been gutted; half the console was missing, with only the remaining half emitting a faint glow.
"Long-distance interstellar travel is definitely out of the question." "Then we'll fix it slowly. It's not like we're short on time."
Using the broken ship, the group returned to Yanhuang. Master Denghai came along too, claiming he wanted to show his fans the inside of a real UFO. Ran Aiguo had to return to write his diplomatic reports, so he didn't follow.
Back in the mountains, the ship was handed over to the Yanhuang Zodiac Team for repairs, and life returned to a peaceful routine. Xiaofei went back to his villa to reunite with his wife. Everything was looking up—at least for Yanhuang. With four Super-Gods residing there, how could it not be good?
The neighboring island nation (Japan), however, was miserable. After returning, the Corpse King took a few hours to officially reach the Super-God level. The nation immediately announced they were happy to recognize him as their "Supreme Father."
The Corpse King wasn't interested. When they announced their submission, he simply announced their official dissolution as a nation.
In the aftermath of the Super-God war, various countries—using both soft and hard pressure—demanded that Yanhuang's Super-Gods take out the Corpse King.
And Ren?
He was in his custom-built gaming room, playing duo-queue with Gabriel.
"Brother Ren, you have a package."
Ren took off his headset, grumbling as he went downstairs. He signed for the delivery and tossed it into a corner before heading back up to continue the battle with Gabriel!
In another location, K the Vampire buried her father's remains. She let out a long sigh of relief. "The promised artifact should have been delivered by now. From now on, I only live for myself!"
The next day, a woman with wine-red hair moved into the house next to Ren's.