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I Might Be A Fake Cultivator (Web Novel) - Chapter 2381: Death of Cyril
Chapter 2381: Death of Cyril
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
An Lin was already confident that he would win.
The power of light was indeed very powerful, and the Grand Primordium Light had indeed been his nightmare at one point in time. In fact, it had even pierced through his Chaotic Alloy Brick and the Vermilion Bird Mirror. However, what did that matter? Right now, he was already unafraid.
Huh?!
Hang on…
The Vermilion Bird Mirror?
An Lin fell deep into thought as he silently retrieved the heavily damaged Vermilion Bird from his storage ring.
“Little Vermilion Bird… are you still okay?”
“No, I’m not. I’ve already died.”
An emotionless voice traveled over.
An Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief. A feeling of guilt then overcame him, and he said, “Things were urgent just then, so I had no choice but to do that. I truly put you through a lot of trouble…”
The Vermilion Bird Mirror remained silent.
An Lin gently stroked the penetrated surface of the mirror, causing countless shards of the broken mirror to rapidly converge in the air. These shards then surprisingly landed back on the broken surface of the Vermilion Bird Mirror. A wave of darkness swept across the surface of the mirror, completely enveloping it. In just the blink of an eye, however, this darkness retreated again. What appeared before everyone was a smooth and flawless mirror. There was no sign of fracture or damage.
“This… How did he repair it?” Liu Jin asked. His eyes were wide with surprise.
“This has already exceeded the bounds of my knowledge…” Hei Shi replied. She also wore an expression of astonishment and daze.
Was this darkness all-powerful? It could even act as glue? Moreover, this was a glue that was transcendent above even divine tools, which were themselves already incredibly transcendent…
“Humph! Even if you repair me, the relationship between us will be much more difficult to repair!” the Little Vermilion Bird said in a childish and indignant voice.
An Lin simply smiled in reply.
He then placed the Vermilion Bird Mirror back into his storage ring. After doing this, he turned his gaze toward the infinite expanse of light in the east. “Let’s go, let’s meet up with the so-called Heavenly Light Goddess!” he said to the companions beside him.
Everyone’s expression became serious.
The battlefield over there had already become incredibly dangerous. Those who were weaker than God of Creation Stage divine beings could no longer interfere in that battle. In fact, even God of Creation Stage divine beings would face the risk of death.
The sea of light in the distance suddenly shrunk in size.
Rumble…
An emotion of grief suddenly swept through heaven and earth.
The entire sky became red, and a rain of blood started to fall.
The True Demon Realm more so became a solemn and dark-red color, with remorseful cries ringing over the sky. It was as if this realm were sobbing.
“This… What in the world is happening?” Liu Jin asked. His eyes were wide with shock.
“This phenomenon has not only enveloped the entire Tai Chu Continent, but it’s even exceeded the barriers of this world and spread toward the limitless Realm of Stars. Perhaps this is a new phenomenon of the Heavenly Dao?” Patriarch Zhu Yin said. He was also feeling extremely puzzled.
In the next instant, however, an essence vanished from existence, and the announcement of a divine being’s death started to travel through the entire Tai Chu Continent, and then the entire universe!
The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth was wailing in grief. This was a feeling of grief that was even greater and more profound than what was expressed following the death of a Dao Integration Stage cultivator. At this moment, a feeling of boundless grief also welled up in the hearts of trillions upon trillions of beings.
Cyril, the paramount god of the True Demon Tribe…
Had died!
The members of the True Demon Tribe all wailed in inconsolable grief.
Demon Emperor Si Yu more so wore a dazed and staggered expression. There was disbelief in his eyes, and he stammered, “N-no… Lord Cyril… This is impossible…”
Demon Lord Ling Gu fell to his knees, and he already couldn’t help but burst into hysterical sobbing.
He had always revered Cyril, and he had always viewed Cyril as a belief. However, he hadn’t imagined that such a powerful man would also die. He had great trouble accepting this reality.
In fact, everyone in the Tai Chu Continent had great difficulty accepting this reality. Even the enemies of the Heaven Crushing Sect, such as the Blood Tribe and the Void Spirit Tribe, didn’t dare to believe this reality. They had speculated that Cyril would be defeated, but they certainly hadn’t imagined that he would be killed!
He had reached the pinnacle of the God of Creation Stage, and he was the most powerful being of the True Demon Tribe. He was more so the First Heavenly Disciple of the Heaven Crushing Sect, and he was the leader in the act of crushing the heavens. Yet he had died just like that?
An Lin was transfixed with shock.
He hadn’t had many interactions with Cyril, yet he could still be considered as somewhat of a friend. They were more so strong and resolute allies.
An Lin hadn’t sparred with Cyril before, but he fully understood that Cyril was definitely an unparalleled being who could peer down at the entire Tai Chu Continent!
Founding the Heaven Crushing Sect, obliterating the Heavenly Dao, and ultimately becoming the new heavens… Regardless of whether it was his ambition or power, no one in the world could rival him.
However, such a mighty being had actually died just like that?
This was far too sudden.
So much so that it gave everyone no time to react.
An Lin had already dealt with the situation here, and he was already preparing to rush over to offer assistance…
“No… If Cyril has already died, then Chen Chen…”
An Lin’s heart shuddered, and he immediately shouted, “We need to hurry up and rush over!”
Boom!
An Lin transformed into a burst of black light that soared through the air as he dashed toward the Purple Star ruins at an overwhelming speed. In fact, he was so quick that even spatial skipping was no match for him!
The Gods of Creation divine beings also came to their senses. They immediately suppressed their feelings of grief as they followed behind An Lin, rapidly rushing toward the Purple Star ruins.
Nuwa held onto Little Hong Ling as she also followed behind.
However, Little Hong Ling was unable to resist the feeling of grief that was permeating through heaven and earth, and her large and limpid eyes were already brimming with tears. Her hands were tightly gripping onto Nuwa’s sleeves, and it was clear that she was extremely terrified.
Nuwa was also feeling extremely heavy-hearted at this moment.
She had never imagined that Cyril would die. Moreover, he had actually been killed by the Heavenly Light Goddess. Just how powerful had the Heavenly Light Goddess become?
Things were spinning out of control, not only for the Heaven Crushing Sect but also for the Heaven Mending Sect. It was hard to say whether they would also be targeted by the Heavenly Light Goddess…
The Heavenly Lord of Dao and Virtue and Daolord Lu Ya also rushed over with everyone else.
Although they couldn’t participate in the battle, this was, after all, a battle that would decide the fate of the Tai Chu Continent. Thus, they regarded this battle with utmost importance.
“Sigh… Who would’ve thought? In the end, the being who had the most chance of transcending the God of Creation Stage died just like that… How tragic…” the Heavenly Lord of Dao and Virtue said as he continued to shake his head.
“Even though he failed, Cyril still deserves our respect,” Daolord Lu Ya said with a shake of his head. He looked at the nearby Heavenly Lord of Dao and Virtue and continued, “Even though he wanted to become the heavens for himself, part of his motivation was definitely for the sake of the Tai Chu Continent.
“To die for the sake of the Tai Chu Continent… In terms of this, neither you nor I can match him.”
The Heavenly Lord of Dao and Virtue nodded upon hearing this. It was clear that he agreed with Daolord Lu Ya.
They enjoyed a limitless lifespan, and they could exist beyond the realms of the world. On the surface, it was as if they were under no restrictions or constraints. In the end, however, they didn’t dare to interfere simply because they had too many concerns about their own safety.
However, Cyril was different. He wanted to create a different ending. Even though he had failed, and even though he had died, he had still done something that few other God of Creation Stage divine beings dared to do!
This was a legend that would definitely be passed down!
In the Purple Star ruins.
This was where the rain of blood was most intense.
A feeling of grief and sorrow enveloped this entire region.
The members of the Heaven Crushing Sect were all red-eyed with grief. In fact, they were facing mental collapse, and their tears were uncontrollable as they dazedly stared at the scenes before them.
The headless body of a demon that measured tens of millions of feet in length stood there, with a sword in his hand.
The Dazzling Demon Dao Sword had already broken in half. The headless body was more so filled with countless glaring and bloody wounds, with millions upon trillions of gashes riddled all over. The bones in the hands and legs of this body had more so been crushed into fine powder… Even so, this body still didn’t fall. It still stood tall and proud, bathing in the downpour of blood rain.
This headless and lifeless body was none other than Cyril, whose essence had already been extinguished.
The rain of blood was heavy and unyielding.
The Heavenly Light Goddess, who stood ten million feet in height, revealed her jade-like and flawless body as she held the colossal head of a True Demon. She wore a faint smile, and she was like a victor as she turned to the youth in the linen garb.
“Now…
“It’s your turn..”
