Chapter 1337: Chapter 578: Iteration_4

O Jia instantly felt an abundant surge of Destruction Source Power.

This power gathered and raised his strength again, elevating him to a level beyond the reach of other Destructive Main Gods.

Victory!

Complete triumph!

O Jia exhaled a breath of Dark Intense Flame and looked around the scene.

He saw the calamity creatures vanish one by one.

As for the other Main Gods—

Many were severely injured or greatly weakened, barely able to stand in the Void.

What an opportunity.

Should I go for something big?

Yes!

Otherwise, Adrian can still constrain me!

O Jia clasped his hands into Spell Seals.

“Devour!”

He shouted urgently.

In the scene.

A series of screams rang out.

The Main Gods were utterly unable to withstand O Jia at this moment, and were devoured one after another.

Finally, only Adrian remained.

“So it was you who won.”

Adrian sighed heavily.

“Victory and defeat, Adrian, I thank you for your earlier actions.” O Jia pointed at him.

Unable to resist, Adrian was also devoured in an instant.

—Now, O Jia possessed the entire Destruction Source Power of the Twelve Main Gods!

“This feeling is truly marvelous…”

O Jia was filled with satisfaction, and another thought surged in his heart.

“It’s time to conquer that D World and invade the Truth World.”

He flashed his physique and disappeared from the Void.

Next.

He spent a day gathering all the subordinates of the Destruction Camp.

Attack the Truth World!

Time passed quickly.

Three hundred years went by.

The Truth World was destroyed by the Destruction Tribulation.

The monsters of D-0314 World were also completely exterminated.

O Jia’s strength surged again.

He began contemplating how to break through the realm, to elevate his Destruction strength further, reaching the level of the Void Saint.

He entered seclusion.

It took about five hundred years.

O Jia felt his understanding of the Destruction Laws had reached its limit.

One day.

He sensed something, beginning to fully operate the power within him, intending to transform it to a higher level.

Under this unprecedented strength and insight, he finally reached another realm.

A realm never achieved by any Destruction Main God.

At this very moment—

He suddenly discovered something.

“Something’s not right…”

“Even though my insight has reached this level, why is the Destruction Source Power starting to deplete endlessly?”

“What is taking away my Source Power?”

“Have I still not acquired all the power of Destruction Tribulation?”

O Jia silently contemplated, and suddenly a figure flashed in his mind.

Yes.

Over eight hundred years, he had countless times reviewed the battle of those years.

—That young human warrior seemed to possess the ability to drain others’ powers.

Compared to that chilling blade technique, this wasn’t much.

But it was enough to warrant caution.

But he had been dead for eight hundred years.

Then.

What is draining my power?

O Jia silently observed the operation of his powers.

—The Destruction Source Power was indeed constantly depleting.

Only his previous realm was inadequate, unable to detect it.

What is it?

Why?

O Jia was puzzled.

He left the Destruction Throne, following the direction of the power loss, flying into the depths of the dark Void.

About a quarter of an hour later.

He arrived in a Void battlefield floating with countless wreckages.

Amidst the debris of the Destruction’s giant ship.

Empty.

O Jia displayed a nostalgic expression.

This was the place where he changed the world with one battle.

The former Main Gods, and even that human, were all defeated here by him.

—So why does my power constantly deplete, all converging here?

O Jia kept searching in the Void.

Finally.

He found a coordinate.

“It’s here.”

He descended and stood on a piece of giant ship debris, carefully feeling the flow.

Strange.

Standing here, not only did he feel the power quickly depleting, but also felt a bit of pain in his chest.

Inexplicable!

Why does the chest hurt!

He gently pressed his hand on his chest.

Hmm?

It seemed like there was something in the chest.

A closer feel.

It seemed…

There was a blade in the chest?

O Jia displayed a bewildered expression.

At this moment.

Countless memories surged in his heart, past scenes suddenly reappeared vividly.

The past became clear as if relived.

Those scenes lingered in his mind, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

Eight hundred years.

Everything emerged uncontrollably, like the Zouma Lantern, unstoppable.

“Let it be.”

O Jia sighed, speaking:

“I remember the power of this blade wasn’t supposed to reach this degree.”

In the void.

Someone answered: “That was the version from three thousand years ago.”

“And now?”

“This style of sword techniques has iterated.”

“So you used this blade on me, contemplated for three thousand years, and finally cleaved me again?” O Jia asked.

“Yes,” the person replied.

“Three thousand years…” O Jia pondered, asking: “Why was I never able to detect?”

“A dream of eight hundred years, under the Zouma Lantern, the Five Desires locked, the Six Senses obstructed,” the person explained.

O Jia nodded thoughtfully.

The Five Desires locked, allowing complete control by the other party.

Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind were all captivated; what he saw, heard, and even thought was provided by the other party.

—Lost without being unjust!

“I guess you will surely become a Saint later, because this blade transcended my understanding. I approve wholeheartedly.”

O Jia remarked.

“Your understanding?” the person curiously asked.

“In the Myriad Realms, destruction is destruction, eternity is eternity, forces on other sides are alike.”

“Only your blade touched on everything, ending up so terrifying.”

O Jia replied.

The other party remained silent for a moment, then spoke:

“Say your last words.”

“Impressive, impressive.”

As his voice fell.

The surrounding void and darkness instantly vanished.

O Jia realized he was still standing on the battlefield from eight hundred years ago, surrounded by monsters and Main Gods.

Countless techniques flew chaotically.

The giant ship continued to crumble and fall.

That young human warrior held a long blade, piercing into his physique.

The blade.

Had been there for eight hundred years.

But in reality, only a moment had passed.

“Farewell.”

Shen Ye spoke.

The light of the blade fell, slicing the enemy in front into two halves.