Chapter 459: The Sorrow of Ice and Snow (asking for monthly votes)

The azure light pierced through the snow curtain, and with Zhang Daowen's final determination, it slashed towards the Dark God.

At this time, many domain forces that were secretly paying attention raised their heads and looked in the direction of Dawn City.

From a distance, they could still see a glittering blue color rising into the sky, emitting dazzling light.

The divine power was majestic and swept all around.

Even as strong as the Dark God, he did not dare to take this blow head-on, and roared to escape from the ice and snow domain.

The Dark God waved his hands frantically, and a strong flame appeared on his body, trying to melt the completely frozen space so that he could tear open a space channel to escape.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could not melt the frozen space.

The surging blood and qi gushed out of the Dark God's body, and at this time the Dark God did not dare to hold back at all.

In the Dark God's terrified expression, the flames were also frozen by the extreme cold power and spread towards it at a very fast speed.

In the face of death, the Dark God chose to burn his own blood and qi and fight to the death.

The surging blood and qi overflowed from the body, turning into a more turbulent flame that surrounded it, trying to counter the invasion of Zhang Daowen's extreme cold power.

The blood and qi in the body were consumed a lot at this moment, but the dark god didn't feel bad.

At this moment, it just wanted to live.

The crazy burning blood and qi made the dark god's body gradually shrink, the strange lines flashing on his body became dim, and his expression became weak.

But it still couldn't resist the fall of the ice blade.

When the ice blade approached, the helpless dark god released the remaining blood and qi in his body, slapped his hands forward, trying to catch the incoming ice blade.

The speed of the ice blade was not fast, but it was unavoidable.

The already weak dark god could only grit his teeth and resist, but when his hands touched the ice blade, the cold air quickly invaded his body, quickly destroyed his body structure, and even his consciousness was gradually frozen under the extreme cold power.

Facing Zhang Daowen's fatal blow, the dark god seemed to see his own end, and roared through the world, squeezing his blood and qi to resist the spread of the extreme cold power in his body.

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound came from the Dark God's body, and the blood core in his body shattered under his desperate pressure.

When the blood core shattered, the Dark God completely lost his resistance to the extreme cold.

In a short time, it turned into an ice sculpture.

At this time, Zhang Daowen grabbed behind him, and Feng Qi, who was watching the battle not far away, only felt his vision blurred for a short time. When his vision cleared, he found that he had appeared next to Zhang Daowen.

"Uncle Qi... Go ahead, his body has been completely destroyed by me, no need to worry."

Hearing this, Feng Qi was about to take action, but suddenly thought of a question.

Assuming that he killed the Dark God here, he would completely erase the Dark God from the timeline, then would the real history be changed.

Perhaps there would be no Dark God Clan.

As time goes by, the influence of the butterfly effect is huge.

The Dark God has a long history of existence. The disappearance of the Dark God may not only affect time, but also the history of the entire domain world.

Although the Dark God Clan is not a force in the Spirit Realm Small World, it may still affect a large number of domain forces, and it may even be the Mist Clan.

For example, a domain creature that was once killed by the Dark God survived because the Dark God was erased from history. Maybe this domain creature, or its descendants, will establish a domain dynasty.

This has a huge impact.

It is possible that this dynasty annexed the Mist Clan during its expansion, or that this force indirectly destroyed the ancestors of the Mist Clan.

Therefore, if the Dark God is killed, all previous efforts may fall short, or even have to be overthrown and rebuilt.

This is different from the previous situation.

In the previous future dreams, he killed new forces that appeared after the reality line, which could not interfere with his reality line.

But the Dark God is different. It has existed for a long time.

Just as Feng Qi hesitated, the voice of the narrator sounded in his mind.

[Don't panic, I have analyzed this situation for you a long time ago, don't worry and kill it. ]

"Why?" Feng Qi asked immediately.

[Have you forgotten the three tails? Before you absorbed the evolution token of Sanwei's body, the history of this miracle item was longer than that of the Dark God. During this period, I don't know how many masters it has changed, but the reality has not been changed. This shows that your ability to erase is limited. It is very likely between reality and 1500 years. This is why you travel between these two time points. They are like two important nodes marked in the long river of history. 】 【

In addition, the faith bracelet in your hand can also prove this. After you took away the faith bracelet, history was not changed. Even the Black Zetsu Island was still there without any change. So at that time I inferred that your erasure was limited and did not span all time points. 】

【Other proofs include, for example, one of the origins of the Dark God, the "blood source", was taken away by you, but do you think history has changed at all? Facts have proved that the starting point of history you changed is at that point in the reality line. Otherwise, the Dark God has lost an origin, and the impact on history is equally huge. Now the Dark God clan still exists, and even their leader has not changed. It is still the masked man. This proves that you cannot affect the history before the reality point. 】

"Then if I kill the Dark God, can I still extract the innate ability?"

【Then I don't know, it's highly likely that I can, after all, the timelines are different. You extracted the Dark God of this timeline, what does it have to do with the Dark God of your reality line? 】

"Is it not possible that time is going back? It is possible that the sacrifice line I experienced is a line that connects to the reality line, but after I died in the future dream world, time was retraced to the starting point of the reality line."

【Your suspicion is really possible. I even suspected that Xiao Hei killed you just to reset time. If this assumption is true, then Xiao Hei is not harming you by killing you, but helping you. 】

"Don't wash it off. If Xiao Hei really wants to help me, can't he let me live a little longer? If retracing is the truth, how do you explain that there are two of me? After all, the brain in the Scarlet Research Institute cannot be fake. I read my own memory, which proves that there are two of me."

【How do I know whether it is to open up a new timeline or to go back and restart time? The truth of all this still needs you to explore it yourself, but now at least it can be proved that you cannot affect the history before the reality line, so the Dark God can be killed. After hearing the narrator

's answer, Feng Qi understood and asked in his mind:

"Why didn't you explain it to me before?"

[I'm too lazy to explain, too tired, and there's no overtime pay... How can an employee ask the boss to work overtime on his own initiative, right, Capital Chess.]

As always, the narrator still looked careless, but the narrator's explanation made Feng Qi feel relieved.

Coming back to his senses, he clenched his fist and punched the chest of the Dark God who had turned into an ice sculpture.

When his fist collided with the Dark God ice sculpture, a crack appeared on the Dark God's chest, tearing the Dark God's flesh apart.

This crack expanded and spread at a very fast speed, expanding the scar on the Dark God's chest.

In the blink of an eye, the Dark God ice sculpture was covered with cracks.

The Dark God, who was exhausted of blood and qi, had completely lost his resistance, and even his consciousness had been frozen.

The cracks continued to expand, and with a crisp sound, the Dark God ice sculpture collapsed.

A ball of thin blood and qi emerged from the remains of the ice and drilled into Feng Qi's body at a very fast speed.

Because the Dark God had exhausted his Qi and blood before his death, he did not absorb much Qi and blood, and the change in his physical fitness was not obvious.

He did not care about this at all.

He valued the other four original talents of the Dark God.

At this time, he could clearly feel that some mysterious power was spreading in his body, interweaving and merging with the blood talent.

But just as he was about to open the talent panel, a loud noise suddenly came from his side.

Turning his head, he saw that the ice and snow divine body on Zhang Daowen was collapsing rapidly, turning into blue crystal light spots that were scattered over the sky of Dawn City with the wind and snow.

Zhang Daowen, wearing a cloth robe and freed from the ice and snow divine body, stood in the air with his hands behind his back, but the vitality in his eyes was quickly dissipating.

The battle with the Dark God had exhausted the last vitality of Zhang Daowen.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qi could not hide his sadness. Looking

at Zhang Daowen standing proudly in the air, his mind vaguely recalled the appearance of the little guy when he was young.

When he was young, Zhang Daowen was the first god of war in Star City, the leader of the strongest battle group "Qiwen" in Star City, and the commander-in-chief of the military.

But at this time, Zhang Daowen no longer had the divine power of the past. He was now old and skinny, and his white hair was falling off one by one in the wind due to the lack of blood and qi in his body.

The ice and snow field also collapsed at this time, and countless blue crystal light spots were sprinkled like raindrops, dripping on Zhang Daowen's body.

"Ahem..."

A touch of crimson was mixed in the blue light rain and fell downward.

Feng Qi immediately released the blood source form and used telekinesis to lift his body to fly to Zhang Daowen.

Zhang Daowen's face was gray and even his breathing became very weak.

Death was spreading.

At this time, the domain forces near Dawn City all looked up in the direction of Dawn City.

Although they had not seen everything, they could still sense that the human war god was on the verge of death and his vitality was rapidly depleted.

The storm was coming.

But none of them chose to take action at this time to divide the resources in Dawn City.

It was because Zhang Daowen was not dead yet.

Even if his Qi and blood were depleted, even if his fighting power was exhausted, Zhang Daowen's divine power remained in the minds of these domains like a brand.

Eight hundred miles away from Dawn City, there was the Sky-Splitting Divine Temple on the clouds.

The figure shrouded in golden light looked towards the direction of Dawn City, his eyes flickering, and a voice full of domineering appeared in his mind:

"Sky-Splitting Divine Clan, retreat eight hundred miles away from Dawn, otherwise... I will kill you!"

"Hahahaha, he's finally dead." The golden figure stood up, then looked at the figure beside him and whispered:

"Get ready to receive the new territory. After Zhang Daowen's death, the power structure of the Barren Land should change. From now on, this area will be the world of our Sky-Splitting Divine Clan."

...

Outside Dawn City, Feng Qi put his hand on Zhang Daowen's chest and continuously infused Qi and blood into his body, trying to extend his dying life.

"Uncle Qi, no need. My body is at the end of its rope, just like yours 1,500 years ago. Don't waste Qi and blood anymore."

After the words fell, Zhang Daowen could no longer support his body in the air and fell straight to the ground.

Feng Qi immediately stepped forward to hold up his body.

In Zhang Daowen's eyes, he saw indescribable fatigue.

After so many years of hard work, it finally came to an end.

After landing, looking at Zhang Daowen, who was old and haggard, he felt bad.

"Uncle Qi... I failed to lead the human race to rise... I failed your expectations..."

Zhang Daowen lay on the ground, his eyes full of loneliness.

"You have done very well, better than me. The human race can only persist until now because of you."

"But... but I really can't walk anymore."

Tears welled up in Zhang Daowen's eyes. When his life was fading, he was still thinking about the future of the human race.

Hearing this, Feng Qi was silent.

He didn't know how to answer this question.

It can be expected that after Zhang Daowen's death, the existing human race will not be able to defend this Dawn City at all.

Without Zhang Daowen, the human race is like losing a solid foundation. Civilization will eventually collapse and become a speck of dust on the road to the arrival of the great trend.

"Perhaps there are other ways to save you."

Zhang Daowen shook his head gently, his eyes gradually becoming cloudy, and the blue was fading:

"Uncle Qi, I know my body well. I have tried many ways to prolong my life. I have exhausted all means to get to this day... Now I have reached the end."

After hearing this, Feng Qi did not answer.

He knew that this was the end of Zhang Daowen, and his ability could not change the fact that his life was about to wither.

"Are there any regrets?"

He asked softly at this time.

Zhang Daowen did not answer. He struggled to stand up tremblingly at this time.

Looking in the direction of Dawn City, his eyes were full of reluctance.

Working hard for the rise of the human race was the future direction Uncle Qi taught him, but today, it has become an obsession in his heart.

The human race has not yet risen, but he can no longer walk.

Looking at the bright red Dawn Flag on the city wall, he looked lonely.

Since Uncle Qi's death, this flag has been passed down from generation to generation, and there will always be a new generation of Star City who will carry this flag and walk with him.

But today, he is left alone.

But he can no longer carry this flag that embodies the faith of countless fellow travelers, and he can't find a new successor.

He slowly turned around and cast his eyes in the direction of the ruins of Star City.

His lips trembled slightly, and countless images emerged in his mind.

The ruins of Star City under the broken walls were the place where his memory began, recording his life's struggle and growth.

He had sworn in his heart countless times that one day he would lead the human race out of Dawn City and rebuild his former home.

But in the face of cruel reality, in the environment of the survival of the fittest surrounded by powerful races, the plan to rebuild his home has never been realized.

When his life was about to wither, countless voices rang in his mind.

"Ancestor, when will our human race be able to compete with those powerful races?"

"Ancestor, my father said that you are the patron saint of the human race. This flower is for you."

"Ancestor, with you protecting our race, no force dares to offend us. I will freeze them to death with one move, hahaha."

"Ancestor..."

Zhang Daowen burst into tears when he thought that the human race, which he had protected for more than a thousand years, would meet its end after he fell.

This human war god who had never cried for more than a thousand years could no longer hold back the sadness in his heart and shed tears.

When he turned around again and looked in the direction of Dawn City, he looked at the Dawn flag fluttering in the wind.

"Human race... the future..."

As he murmured, the fire of life burned out, and his life came to an end.

When he died, he still stood there with his eyes open. The breeze blew up a corner of his robe. His eyes looked at the last spark of human civilization, as if he wanted to continue to protect it...

Thanks to the 5,000 starting coins rewarded by the last number 0655.

I was trying to find the feeling for this chapter, so I posted it late, sorry.