Chapter 368: Its Name Is Martial God

The dense branches of the banyan tree broke the flow of light.

The late summer sunlight fell into the living room, illuminating the pothos plant next to the TV stand. Chu Wang Shu was bending down to change her shoes, and on the shoe cabinet at the entrance was a complimentary calendar from an event, with slightly yellowed corners on the pages.

The Last Diva smiled, her blue ice-like eyes filled with sparkling joy, making her look endearing and lovable at first glance.

The girl had just put on her new sandals from last night. She held her skirt and twirled a little, her slender waist, beautiful fair calves, twirling hair tips, and the rhythm of her skirt all shone in the light, quietly capturing a moment of simple happiness.

The sofa was empty, and the sunflower was nowhere to be found.

Outside the window, the bright blue sky was being overwhelmed by dark clouds, and the colorful aura of disaster was like a heavy rain. Millions of gods gazed down at the earth, watching like a tsunami shaking the Sea City, shattering the ground.

The old hundred-meter banyan tree was wrapped in salt grains like a swarm of snakes, turning into a lifelike column of salt reaching for the sky. The air was being broken, eroded, and absorbed, twisting into an endless vacuum world with pale rain falling softly.

This top-tier human city was filled with strange creatures in its breath, with Titans that were even taller than the buildings, as if they were monsters from a special effects show, rampaging freely and destroying everything. The gods fell like shooting stars, speeding down at incredible speeds.

The ancient Giant God slowly awakened, stirring up a hurricane that swept across Daxia with its breath; the God of Abundance, holding the sword of victory, covered the sun and devoured the warmth and light that the sun gave to the earth; an evil dragon, meaning death, came with Nibelungen, spreading its wings filled with souls and corpses.

Those magical girls who quickly built their Magic Armor, rose into the sky, and activated the “Blooming Flowers” spell, were not able to make their move before being stared at by a pair of eyes from the sky. Patterns of the sun and hearts appeared on them, and like puppets, they stopped, turned from heroes into accomplices, their eyes empty as they participated in the destruction.

But subtly, no matter which Calamity God it came from, it seemed to have defined a fixed range, surrounding this old and ordinary building, but unwilling to go further, as if…

There was something more terrifying hidden within than the gods.

Chu Yuanqing looked up at her still wife and daughter, her golden eyes no longer soft but sharp, violent, angry, filled with killing intent. All her mixed emotions turned into a raging fire, ultimately closing her eyes.

So, gathering her spirit, breathing in the world, the broken soul froze, blended, intertwined, and forcefully stitched itself back together in an instant. Muscles, strength, energy, and tiny particles trembled in that moment, dominated by the burning will of power.

Decline, damage, weakness, decay, exhaustion…

This savior, no longer young, briefly overlooked all difficulties. She returned to the Perfection Realm, stepping into the ultimate realm of martial arts where she killed gods in her human form. In her hands, the atomic void reconstructed, forging the demon sword Levatin, entwined with remnants of fire.

[King of Salt].

[Youmir].

[Tenno-Gochu].

And…[Amahl].

“This time, are four Calamity Gods coming together in this illusion?”

Chu Yuanqing saw through the true nature of the illusion but still could not break free. She sighed in her heart, without hesitation or lingering, took a step forward, ascended to the sky, and struck the Disaster group.

Based on past experience, if the speed of suppressing and killing the Calamity God slows down, the riots in the outer forbidden area become even stronger.

Therefore, even if she must forcefully restrain the curse, reawaken the Light of the Soul, and gather her soul’s power at a great cost, she had no choice but to do this.

Furthermore, this illusion in the Sea of Truth was not just about three additional Calamity Gods.

In the past, the Pure White, which represented the collection of past powers, could still project the blessing of immortality and, with the Mythical Armament—Levatin, allow her to unleash infinite bursts of Embers in the illusion to defeat the Calamity God, saving her energy in reality.

But right now, there was nothing.

Whether it was immortality or Levatin.

All those past blessings and powers were completely sealed, leaving her with no trace of her magic girl abilities, only this ordinary body, like any regular human, and her honed skills.

At this moment, the Levatin in her hand was merely a temporary imitation, forged to grasp microscopic particles and bestow the Light of the Soul.

But at least…

“Here, even if one returned to the extreme realm, the soul would not be harmed too much and would not truly die.”

Chu Yuanqing crushed the salt pillars and slashed the evil dragon with her sword. She was like the great sun, her frail body using a terrifyingly strong will to shake the fabric of space, controlling the world with the Perfection Realm, drawing energy from the vacuum of zero point, turning it into a burning dome that encompassed the endless flames of the entire Donghong Federation.

Blessings? Powers?

If she only relied on such things, she would have no chance of defeating the Calamity God.

Because… the mighty Disaster group, which had destroyed countless star systems and civilizations and traversed many times and spaces, far exceeded this planet’s limits. Even if it temporarily connected to the Sea of Truth, giving rise to many possibilities, it ultimately repeated the path of past failures.

There was only one possibility for Chu Yuanqing to win, and only one reason.

That was, she, by her own power, had grasped a force that was larger, more mysterious, and more overwhelming than the blessings of the planet, the world, and humanity combined.

Its name was Martial God.

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At the same time, outside of the illusion.

“What happened to Dad? Mom, let’s hurry to the hospital.”

Chu Wang Shu’s lovely face was filled with fear. She anxiously looked at the child in Charlotte’s arms, and the joy of her parents about to go out to play had long disappeared.

The Pure White Witch was peacefully asleep. Her delicate and perfect face had lost all color, her skin was pale as if sick, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, like fragile porcelain, as if it could crack and break at any moment.

Chu Wang Shu had never seen her father so weak and thin, like a mermaid in a fairy tale returning to the sea, turning into foam, suddenly reminding her of the strange dream before she reunited with Chu Yuanying.

Suddenly, her heart was gripped by fear, her chest was filled with coldness, and her mind flooded with more clues she had deliberately ignored, pulling out a more terrifying, sharper, and harder-to-accept truth.

Dad was a magical girl, powerful enough that there were hardly any opponents in the Countermeasures Bureau. Such a being would be considered superior among ethereal creatures. Not to mention being ill, he shouldn’t even have any life-threatening injuries.

So, why did he faint?

Chu Wang Shu didn’t want to think too much, but she had to. She didn’t mention going to the hospital again, just biting her lips with worry, desperately trying to figure out what she could do and what she should do.

Even though her mother smiled gently and confidently comforted her, saying everything would be okay and that her father would wake up soon, Charlotte still could not believe such unconvincing words, no matter how good her mother’s acting was.

If there really was a problem with her father’s health, and if the ending of that dream was true, how could she change such a future?

Chu Wang Shu really wanted to escape this cruel possibility, but she couldn’t accept losing her father. She was so afraid that she didn’t dare to escape; she could only push herself to face it, think about it, and get lost in her confusion.

Charlotte was just as confused; while trying to care for her daughter’s feelings, she was simultaneously using the magic of [Decorate Phantasm] to stabilize her child’s increasingly fragile spirit, trying to support her and find a little breathing space amidst the curse of the Sea of Truth.

But such efforts were just a drop in the bucket.

The young mother did not hesitate; right in front of her daughter, she used a mucosal exchange to perform a spell, hoping to heal some of Chu Yuanqing’s pain this way.

Unfortunately, even though it was effective at first and made Honey Qing’s face a little rosy, in such extreme conditions, their magic could not interact, so there was no way to spiral and elevate each other.

Thus, her magical energy in the Ideal State, which had increased to the [River] limit, was completely drained within half a minute, leaving her unable to continue, and she had to give up.

Chu Wang Shu looked confused. She was already a magical girl. She could tell that her mom was sending her magic, but this method felt like a shocking journey from a baby bus to the adult world.

The sweet daughter gathered her courage and asked,

“Mom, I have magic too. If I give it to you and you give it to Dad, will it help him feel better?”

After she spoke, the sunflower on the sofa blinked its eyes, turning its head to look, with golden rays glowing around its pupils, hiding the many brown seeds, making it look pure and cute.

The girl was soft and adorable, with a face as charming as a fairy, but it was unnaturally pale. For a magical girl, using up all her magic at once was as exhausting as a normal person giving away half their blood.

Normally, after replenishing magic, there would be a blue regeneration effect, but that wasn’t the case now. She felt dazed for a moment before shaking her head and softly said,

“It’s not enough. I tried. Even if I put all of Little Shu’s magic into it, it wouldn’t matter.”

Not to mention that Chu Yuanqing sensed something unusual from the sunflower; even without this happening, Little Shu’s magic wouldn’t work at all without a proper magic replenishment process.

Charlotte’s long eyelashes drooped. She gently touched Chu Yuanqing’s face, glanced back at her lovely daughter, calmed her anxious heart, and showed a bright smile, saying softly:

“Don’t worry, your dad will be fine. These are just old injuries. With a little use of magic, he will be okay. In half an hour at most, he will regain consciousness.”

After hearing this, Chu Wang Shu felt confused, wanting to speak but holding back.

Old injuries? How old? Were they from 17 years ago, or were they more recent? And how did they happen? Can they be healed?

These confusing questions crowded in her heart, but she couldn’t ask any of them.

Chu Wang Shu was not foolish; she knew that both her dad and mom were keeping many things from her. Even if she asked, they would just give her excuses or vague answers.

But… the fact that he would wake up soon couldn’t be a lie. Mom wouldn’t tell a lie that could be easily seen through.

The lovely daughter thought this and felt a bit relieved.

At least, at least things weren’t the worst they could be.

And maybe she was just overthinking things.

Happiness like this is hard to come by. Unless absolutely necessary, she really did not want to imagine a scene where this happiness is destroyed.

However, deep inside, it has still planted a seed.

Charlotte felt heavy-hearted; she did not lie to her daughter.

Esther had informed four [Calamity Gods] about the rebellion. Together with the information Chu Yuanqing had given before, it was very likely that they would face an equal number of [Calamity Gods] in the Sea of Truth’s illusion.

And given Little Qing’s character, to prevent the children in the suppression zone from being harmed, she would definitely do her best to defeat them and break through the illusion quickly.

In fact, even half an hour was too much.

Charlotte was not worried that Chu Yuanqing would lose.

Back then, after defeating the thirteen [Calamity Gods], that youth followed the path of the Martial God to the end, achieving the utmost transformation and reaching a new level, but also burnt out the Light of the Soul, leaving emotions to fade away like a doll.

In these 17 years, the moments of the curse had tortured her, shattering her soul and causing her to fall from her former state.

But on the other hand, during the 17 years with Little Shu by his side, his responsibility and love as a father helped him gradually find his true self again, which allowed him to engage in the ongoing struggle against the Sea of Truth, a force much larger than the planets and even the universe itself.

Otherwise, with only the power of thirteen [Calamity Gods] and the blessings of all humanity, it would be impossible to withstand the adjustments of the Sea of Truth.

Therefore, needing to quickly summon four [Calamity Gods] was not a challenge for Chu Yuanqing; the real issue was what price would have to be paid afterward.

Even setting aside the emotions of being a wife, from a purely rational perspective, for present human civilization, the pace of the Dazzling Stage project had reached its fullest, and supporting Pure White for even one more day was nearly fatal.

Charlotte prayed in her heart, hoping the situation wouldn’t become any worse.

Time passed.

In the waters of the Bahamas, at the Blue Hole.

“Little Orange, why not give everything to Lord Amahl?”

Ji Qianju’s beautiful face was stained with blood; she looked at her teammate, the one who had pierced her stomach with a wand—Viola, with feelings of nausea, sadness, anger, and… despair swirling in her mind.

This person, code-named Golden Bowl, after practicing for six months in the Ideal State, successfully reached full bloom. With the Unrestricted Technique, she reconstructed the magic system and was promoted to the rank of captain witch. Blood flowed from her seven orifices as she gritted her teeth, trying desperately to resist the shadow that grew larger in her mind.

This being, an androgynous figure dressed in sheer fabric, was like a many-armed Buddha, radiating compassion, gentleness, greatness, and holiness. The Calamity God wrapped itself in extremely tempting desires, and an unknown power spread like a meme, making anyone who caught a whiff of its disaster aura gradually submit.

Amahl, a word representing love in mythology, when applied to Him, symbolized the power held by the other party, hinting at what it involved and what it represented.

Humanity had never known His limits or the specifics of His power.

All they knew was that the initial explorers of that forbidden land survived only halfway, which was already a very high survival rate. However, the other half of the explorers, without exception, served as inside agents for the Church of the Gods, betraying the Countermeasures Bureau in various ways.

In other words, this Calamity God could use love to tempt, control, and tame intelligent beings.

Therefore, any magical girl stationed here essentially observed from a great distance, using technological methods for remote observation. When an auxiliary disaster beast appeared, it would lure the enemy deeper, stretching the front line and avoiding risk.

But at the moment of the disturbance in the forbidden zone, the range of the other party’s power also expanded dozens of times. While they were clearing the Beast of Love—an auxiliary disaster group—they were always covered in magical energy but still fell into the trap.

Ji Qianju speculated that only after reaching full bloom, with a mind mature and complete enough to be considered a true spiritual being, could a magical girl withstand Amahl’s temptation.

Below the full bloom, the performance of her teammates was clear proof.

“Is there really no way?”

Ji Qianju felt the increasingly compassionate Amahl in her mind; some of her magic was starting to act beyond her control, and the lantern turned murky, leaving even the ultimate ability, Full Power Mode, unusable.

If this continued, all seven of them would be completely defeated.

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At the same time, on the coast of Oregon, at Cape Pepeahtu, the Well of Thor, the towering Titan was being formed from the whirlpool, with the overflowing and foul-smelling brass-colored blood polluting the sea, causing many sea creatures to mutate tragically.

This forbidden area surprisingly had nearly a hundred whirlpools; aside from the largest and most terrifying, the towering Titan that was ready to break free from the whirlpool, most of the remaining whirlpools contained advanced Calamity Seeds that were about to hatch, and once born, they would bring terrible disasters.

On the other side, near Dongliu Island, the special disaster group known as Tenno-Gochu was revived in the name of the divine, radiating the authority of the Calamity God, which made the magical girls fall into a desperate battle.

In the Solomon Islands, where the King of Salt resided, the Butterfly of the Underworld had reached its limit, crystallizing toward the sky, almost piercing the atmosphere, threatening to destroy the ozone layer with salt, and Xie Qing Yu had to prepare to activate Full Power Mode.

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The tenth minute of the Calamity God’s riot.

The Pure White Witch’s delicate eyelashes trembled as her eyelids slowly opened, revealing her fierce golden eyes. Before her lovely daughter could joyfully leap into her arms, she grabbed Charlotte’s arm.

No need for explanations, nor for communication.

Charlotte immediately understood Chu Yuanqing’s meaning. She gave her lovely daughter a comforting look, gently stroked her head with her right hand, and with her left hand, she cut through the void to create a spell, forming a portal.

In the next moment, the two crossed countless mountains and valleys, arriving at the first battlefield.

Chu Yuanqing breathed in the essence of the world as if a deity had descended. The still-present Perfection Realm allowed the terrifying control to affect microscopic particles, radiating an awe-inspiring authority that struck fear in the hearts of life. She was like a blazing flame quickly dying out, just about to use her remaining heat before extinguishing.

In the first breath, in the Bahamas Ocean, the Mirror Tree pierced through the Blue Hole, striking down thousands of Beasts of Love. The fierce spirit fire, accompanied by the Pure White Ode, washed away Amahl’s power, rescuing all the magical girls from danger.

In the fourth breath, at the border of Dongliu Island, a powerful tsunami rose, more forceful than the Tenno-Gochu revival. The intense light and heat evaporated dozens of hectares of seawater, and a glance from those golden eyes left a deep impression on all the witches.

In the seventh breath, at the Well of Thor, nearly a hundred whirlpools turned into fine powder. The flesh and blood of the towering Titan and a large amount of disaster aura were forced back deep into the forbidden zone by the casually swung Spiral Demon Sword.

In the ninth breath, in the Solomon Islands, tens of thousands of subsidiary disaster groups collapsed along with towering salt columns. Brilliant like the sun, this caused space to collapse, creating a shocking impact in black and white, sending the King of Salt back into slumber.

From this point, the disaster group bowed their heads, and the sea banquet became calm.