The King of Black Fog

Chapter 1348 - 589: The Lone Moon Shines Alone (Part 4)

He wished he could hold the White Bone Banner, once again flag it against the Bronze Spear; his Death Realm was restrained, but if it came to a real fight, he hadn't lost yet!

But... having survived the most desperate situations and gained the Black Bone, Li Changzhou was no longer someone he could contend with.

The Corpse Bone Gene should even feel grateful for being ignored by Li Changzhou; he's still alive and able to enter the Main Hall to become a Saint.

"King of Black Fog, as long as the victor's position is not vacant, our battle can never truly end!" The Corpse Bone Gene twisted his body and rushed into the Light Gate.

The Eleventh Holy Temple was dim, and Li Changzhou stood alone in the void, his body emitting a faint yet immortal divine light.

He didn't seal the Corpse Bone Gene, partly because his anger had been vented, and partly for the future.

Without opponents of sufficient weight, he could not enhance his strength. Just like this Holy City, without defeating equally matched strong opponents, he couldn't enter the next city.

This is also why he insisted on not using 'false victory.'

His goal was to become a true 'victor,' to achieve everlasting happiness once and for all.

"King of Black Fog, congratulations, you are the strongest!" The Tian Shi spoke with resonant words, the tone excited.

The strongest.

At least for now.

Li Changzhou was not too concerned; this was merely an uncrowned king, not anything significant, as there were still Saints above.

Moreover, he loved battle; the struggle would excite him in the moment and intoxicate him with the victory after the bloodshed, but what he truly sought was peace of mind.

Li Changzhou waved his broad sleeve, and the Tian Shi, the Heavenly Talisman could not stop his Sleeve Universe, and were collected into it.

The Bronze Spear fell on the Primordial Divine Tree, like a pearl returning to a mural.

Li Changzhou cradled the Black Bone and walked out of the Eleventh Holy Temple.

The seventy-two light years leading to the Twelfth Holy Temple posed no obstacles, it was like a coronation road after bloody battle, all the corpses and bloodshed had turned into the blood on the red carpet, becoming history and achievement.

Li Changzhou entered the Twelfth Holy Temple, placing the Tian Shi, the Heavenly Talisman into the Vice Hall.

In the vast hall, along the eight hundred and sixty-four light year Holy Road, at this moment, he was the only one.

He stood at the peak of the Eighth Holy City, overlooking the seven Holy Cities, and the myriad beings of the universe looked up to him.

The Twelfth Holy Temple of the Eighth Holy City, like an altar, he was the king of the present world, connecting with the great Tao on the altar.

It seemed the highest authority of the great Tao was to be handed over there.

It was naturally not so, but with Li Changzhou standing there alone, all beings had that feeling.

Boundless and immeasurable belief surged through all barriers, consumed by the Primordial Divine Tree.

In an instant, a flower of the great Tao blossomed, and a new rune condensed.

The rune was intricate, wondrous to the extreme, yet upon seeing it, all beings understood it was a "victory" character.

This was the thought of all beings.

"The rights of the great Tao have not been granted yet, but the present world has already submitted its authority. This 'victory' character alone can allow you to reach the peak of Semi-Saint, and surviving the Saint's great calamity is no problem." The Wind of the Four Eras appeared, in Li Changzhou's eyes, still in the form of a little girl.

There had never been such a situation—

All living beings in the universe, regardless of strength, were watching one person, watching him win to the end.

Not even a Saint could achieve this.

At this moment, though Li Changzhou hadn't won to the end, all beings had already acknowledged him as the victor. Just based on this, without entering the Main Hall, he could survive the Saint's great calamity.

The Wind of the Four Eras stood with her hands behind her back, floating in the air, her long hair trailing down to the ground, winding endlessly.

She curiously asked, "Defeating every opponent from ancient times to the present, in both players and non-players, what does that feel like?"

"But I cannot withstand even a single move from a Saint."

The Wind of the Four Eras waved her hand: "As long as the conditions are right, with enough and sufficiently strong opponents, you becoming a Saint is inevitable. Let's not talk about Saints, just tell me how you feel now."

Li Changzhou remembered outside the First Holy City, the Heavenly Positions like stars, filling the starry sky.

At that time he was excited, his fighting spirit high, blood boiling, and in his heart, inevitably some trepidation.

"The stars are bright, but not as the solitary moon," he sighed, then laughed, "I feel great now."