Chapter 1595: 406: The Ascension Finale, Civilization’s Last Movement_5

The broken Immortal Islands surrounding the main island simultaneously burst into blinding light. Columns of dazzling celestial glow shot into the sky, weaving into a web of lights with countless Elemental Runes on their surface, attempting to intercept this rain of spears from the sky. Meanwhile, all Ascension Warriors on the island formed hand gestures.

They stirred the remnants of Spiritual Energy within their bodies, and countless shadows of Flying Swords and Magic Treasures burning with Power of Origin Elements rose into the air.

Like a Meteor Fire Rain flowing in reverse, they fiercely collided with the Netherworld Chains whipping towards the front of the island.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, the entire battlefield was completely submerged in the light of countless Magic clashing.

The chains and the torrent of Flying Swords strangled each other. Flying Swords wailed as they shattered, and chains were dispersed by pure Rule Elements.

Above, the black rain of spears crashed against the giant web of glow, blasting open whirlpools of Energy. Each impact made the web sway violently, dimming the inscriptions. But subsequent Ascenders immediately fought to fill the gap, using their bodies and last bit of Strength to maintain the web.

This was a Destruction clash of such frequency that even the players in the live room watched in awe.

Mingwu, Death Words, Spirit Root Elements, Ink Power transformations... four vastly different energies collided frantically in every inch of Space.

The explosive light clusters continued incessantly, triggering an apocalyptic storm sweeping across the Ascension Sea.

A large number of sea creatures were also affected, perishing instantly.

Fishing Faction Players cursed fervently, feeling that the fish species in their fishing ponds faced significant loss.

This war, with Shuyan’s assistance, made the Ascension Clan’s counterattack more magnificent.

But ultimately, it was the last stand of an exhausted force.

The cracks on the Elemental giant web grew more numerous, and the torrent of Flying Swords became increasingly sparse.

Conversely, Mingwu Clan’s offensive seemed endless, one wave surpassing another.

Finally, with a crisp cracking sound, a huge gap was torn open in the Elemental giant web formed by the Immortal Array.

In the next moment, endless Netherworld rain of spears and chains poured in through the gap.

Rumble!

The largest Ascension main island was the first to be hit by several gigantic Netherworld Chains. The terrifying Energy spread instantly, causing the island to shake violently, the earth to crack, and majestic buildings to collapse in pieces, turning into dust.

Immediately afterward, more subsidiary islands were covered, pierced, and detonated by the rain of spears.

Chi Yan’s figure persistently remained in the explosion.

In its eyes, the last rays of the Ascension Civilization quickly dimmed and extinguished under the overwhelming Darkness.

The Ascension Clan was defeated.

Chi Yan’s figure stood with difficulty in the core of the Destruction storm, with the Elemental brilliance on its body already shattered, like a flickering candle in the wind.

It roared up to the sky, venting its emotions within.

Its gaze swept over the cracked earth, the toppled Immortal Palace, and the citizens dissipating in the black tide.

Once, it bathed in hope, birthed from the previous leader’s body, taking over the mantle of continuing the Civilization.

Its first memory was of the ancestors’ glory and the expectations of thousands of clansmen.

It had vowed to lead the Ascension Clan to unprecedented glory, letting the civilization’s sparks ignite broader Star Seas.

It once thought it would be the hero bridging eras, creating a new Era.

But the cruel reality told it that it hadn’t become a creator of glory but rather the guardian of the Ascension Civilization’s grave.

An indescribable tragic emotion seized its heart.

There was no fear of death, only regret for an unfinished endeavor.

It was guilt for promises unfulfilled and sorrow for this splendid civilization ending at its hands.

It ultimately couldn’t lead the clan to revival but witnessed its end firsthand.

This unwillingness transformed into a tragic Roar tearing through the sky.

The civilization’s final tune was about to play its last note, leaving only Deathly Silence.

Chi Yan’s shattered body swayed in the Energy Storm, its Spirit Root core covered in cracks.

Its vision was already blurred, ears echoing the civilization’s collapse.

Just as the endless Darkness was about to completely swallow it, its gaze turned with difficulty towards the battlefield flank.

The Domain controlled by Shuyan still flickered stubbornly, resisting the erosion of the Mingwu Army.

An enlightenment transcending its own survival rose like the last spark in Chi Yan’s fading consciousness.

It burned its last remaining will and shattered body, forcibly stripping and condensing the Spirit Root Rules from within.

A seed, so weak it seemed like a dandelion ready to scatter, was wrapped together with the Rule Core.

Chi Yan roared, tearing Space, forcefully throwing the Spirit Root Rules into the crack.

The harsh narrative between clans, Chi Yan understood clearly.

But this was the last thing it could do for the Ascension Civilization.

As the civilization’s master, seeking a place to root for the continuation of the civilization.

Shuyan was different from the Mingwu Clan.

It was also connected to the Cultivation Mini World and many other Small Worlds, undoubtedly the best choice.

As long as Shuyan was willing, it could cast the Spirit Root Seed into any Small World, letting it root and flourish autonomously.

The civilization’s spark would thus continue.

At the moment of completion, Chi Yan’s shattered body completely disintegrated, becoming void.

Thoroughly merging into the swirling island fragments.

And the Liu Guang Chi Yan cast traversed Space, appearing within Shuyan Domain, held by invisible forces.

Then it was pulled into the deep-space of the Domain.

Here, Silence reigned, with countless flowing storylines intertwining, weaving Shuyan’s grand narrative.

Shuyan’s will manifested as a sphere of light, gazing at the "Spirit Root Rules Imprint" and the seed representing the hope of the Ascension Clan’s civilization.

It understood this rule was Chi Yan’s gift for the civilization to continue.

A wisp of spiritual power rose within Shuyan’s will sphere, as if sweeping away an insignificant speck of dust, gently pinching the seed.

Pop.

The crisp sound of breaking seemed like the period of a civilization.

The last spark of the Ascension Civilization failed to stir even a ripple, completely dimming and shattering, finally dissipating into ethereal fluorescence in the deep-space.

No reason, unrelated to right or wrong, let alone pity or hatred.

The echo of a failed civilization meant nothing to it.

Even extending its future required merely a thought.

But extinguishing it was the simplest and most efficient choice.

Thus, the Ascension Civilization’s final tune played its last note.

The curtain falls.