Chapter 386: Sovereign Lord, a Moment of Despair

The whispers of sunflowers lingered.

At this point, the outcome was settled.

The Lantern Elf in the girl’s arms transformed into countless golden petals. She raised her eyes to the consciousness space, like the vastness of the Boundless Universe, where endless cracks spread, grew, shattered, and split apart. Dazzling white light overflowed, refracting into a blend of golden brilliance and the sky’s azure.

In that moment, each crack seemed to reflect the most important things deep within her heart. As they were about to shatter, they revealed perfectly clear images, each frame like a final fleeting moment, showcasing the joys from her childhood to now.

Without exception, each memory included her father: his clumsy hands tying her hair; his back in an apron, cooking in the kitchen; his figure carrying her on his shoulders at the temple fair, gazing at distant lights with a warm, gentle sway; and his tiredness after work, secretly flipping through math books to understand her homework and helping with corrections.

Parents love their children and plan for their futures, and children feel the same way.

For 17 years, she could not count how much her father had done for her.

So, no matter what, she was unwilling to let that dream merge with reality.

Chu Wang Shu could not understand what the sunflower said—words like “Child of the Stars” and “Sovereign Lord.” To her, these words felt empty; only the love filling her heart felt real, so real that she would give everything to protect it.

Whether it was Full Power Mode or [Scatterflowers],

As long as it could change that ending, she would gladly accept it.

As her thoughts settled, at the top of the Boundless Universe, shining like the sun, the golden Lantern Gem glimmered, like a falling star tracing a shining path before landing in her open hands, surrounded by past vows and blessed by the language of flowers.

The traces of the sunflower faded away.

In their place was a pure, fiery, and mysterious flow of souls.

Those twelve sets of genes, symbolizing supreme power, were accepted by the will craving strength and merged deeply within her in the form of Full Power Mode, perfectly united.

In the next moment, her consciousness returned to reality, and time began flowing again.

In her ears, the clear and ethereal voice still sang that song “Yesterday Once More.”

“Those were such happy times, and they were not long ago.”

“I wondered where they had gone.”

The audience’s applause had not faded away, like waves of cheers, mixed with the distinct praise of fans. The atmosphere was lively and cheerful, as if still in a peaceful entertainment era.

Xie Qingxuan glanced at Liuli, who was still in a daze, tugged at her clothes, and was about to remind her to leave when she suddenly felt an unusual surge of magical energy. She turned to look at Chu Wang Shu, who was wearing Magic Armor.

The girl’s eyes were empty, and the smile on her lips froze in that moment. The Magic Armor, reshaping in the blink of an eye, continued to change, accompanied by pillars of light that almost shattered the sky, while a hurricane twisted wildly, nearly blowing away the three people nearby.

Kirimi Miyuki was closest to Chu Wang Shu, but even she could not react in time. The rule-level strength of the [Idol Domain] was crushed, and the Shadow Cutting hidden in her leg ring instinctively drew out, cutting through the first part of the storm.

But following the expanding great force, the sword of Ame no Habakiri was still knocked away.

The girl’s instincts sensed the strong presence of the Disaster group. She instinctively grasped the sword hilt, and her body formed Magic Armor like a shrine maiden. The waves of [Tempering of the Heart] gave it the ability to evolve into a true item at any moment, and her body had already been pushed off the stage.

Xie Qingxuan’s graceful figure changed from her youthful and lively performance outfit to a solemn and elegant black wedding dress. Her commanding power on the battlefield grew as the [Power of the Titan] burned brightly.

But this instinctive defense, like Little Sakura’s [Idol Domain], was pushed away by an irresistible power, just like Moses parting the sea.

Xie Qingxuan could only defend herself before being pushed back a hundred meters; she stepped into the void, looking down at Little Shu in the center of the stage, whose cold face showed a bewildered expression, with worry in her eyes.

Why… did so much of the Calamity God energy suddenly appear around Little Shu?

Tang Liuli was still in a daze; her pupils were unfocused, and the green hue reflected the wisdom that pierced through the world, while the glow of [Divine Control] swirled wildly.

One side of the girl’s soft and lovely face was covered by a bone-white mask, warping reality’s power as she passively took the shockwaves from Chu Wang Shu activating Full Power Mode, standing in a dreamlike state on the stage, staring blankly ahead.

At that moment, the person in the center was submerged by a giant radiant beam of light, and twelve groups carved with floral blessings displayed colorful ribbons like the tails of shooting stars, wrapping around the entire stage like silk cocoons.

This splendid scene was momentarily seen by the audience below as some kind of festive surprise, causing no panic or dissatisfaction; almost everyone hurried to take out their phones, filming and discussing, creating an even more spirited atmosphere.

But…

Whether it was Esther’s remaining avatar, or her teammates Xie Qingxuan, Kirimi Miyuki, and Tang Liuli, they all understood that this was not a surprise at all, but a thorough and unexpected incident with no known reason.

Kirimi Miyuki and Xie Qingxuan exchanged a glance, silently ignoring the dazed green-eyed cat, and together they began to create a magic spell to break through the shimmering light that surrounded the stage and pull out Little Shu inside.

However, their half-hearted spell, like raindrops falling on the ground, failed to stir any waves, leaving both magical girls frowning in silent confusion, caught in a dilemma.

Although they did not know the exact situation, the presence of multiple “Calamity Gods” made it clear that it was a conspiracy by the Disaster group against Chu Wang Shu; they needed to disrupt the enemy’s rhythm immediately and regain the upper hand.

The pink in the shrine maiden’s eyes grew more vivid; she did not care about the attention of the fans below, and the Shadow Cutting in her hand clanged loudly, the sound of the sword becoming more anxious with her changing thoughts.

After six months of training in the Ideal State, she had been able to recreate replicas of Ame no Habakiri, Futsunushi no Mikoto, and Kusanagi no Tsurugi simultaneously, demonstrating the full power of Mythical Armament when necessary.

However, that kind of powerful move, which would exhaust her magical energy and have destructive power comparable to nuclear weapons, was not suitable to use here; even without an audience surrounding her, Chu Wang Shu was still at the center of the stage.

The star in Xie Qingxuan’s eyes flickered uncertainly as she tried to use the “Power of the Titan” to control the existence of these shimmering lights.

Following the path of existence, she could see that they were all closely connected to Chu Wang Shu.

In other words, to move them, one must directly influence Chu Wang Shu’s existence.

Xie Qingxuan tried for a moment and sensed the danger of backlash from the blessing. Her heart sank, and she quickly disconnected, giving up entirely. She took off her earpiece and said to Kirimi Miyuki:

“Little Shu’s existence is so significant that it’s hard to believe.”

“Even at my peak, it would be difficult to directly distort her existence.”

From the perspective of power, this felt more like a whole planet, or even many planets, rather than just humans. In her memory, even the original Solar Calendar never gave her this feeling.

Kirimi Miyuki felt heavy-hearted.

This further proved that the Disaster group had reasons related to Chu Wang Shu. As the daughter of Little Qing and Charlotte, what special qualities did she possess?

“Esther, connect me to Little Qing immediately.”

No matter how Chu Yuanqing was doing, she knew her daughter best. She was more qualified to make decisions at this moment than they were.

But when she finished speaking, there was no response.

The ghost-like super AI, which was always nearby and capable of anything, suddenly went silent, as if it had lost its signal. Even the cartoon rabbit far away, acting as a mascot, suddenly vanished in a blur of confusion.

Kirimi Miyuki felt like she was in a freezing cellar. Her heart raced as she glanced at the thirty thousand audience members below, still sitting in their seats. She took a deep breath.

The worst-case scenario had happened; this show… had big problems.

…

…

At the same time,

In the dressing room, the screen showed four little idols leaving the stage amidst the audience’s heartfelt encore. The judges, watching through the broadcast, smiled and commented as they moved into the official voting phase.

The Pure White Witch, like a doll with a wound-up spring, struggled to lift her spirits, but they quickly faded. Her tired eyelids drooped, and in her golden eyes, the colors of her iris mingled in light and darkness, like ice melting in the summer.

By the windowsill, a few potted plants swayed gently, and the soft breeze brought the smell of sweet osmanthus. It felt like they could still hear the noise from the stage, but it was separated by thick walls, like a dream conversation, hazy and drifting.

“Senior, are you tired?”

Ji Qianju looked at her with concern and said softly,

“If you are tired, just sleep for a while. It’s only one in the afternoon, and there’s still some time before the performance ends.”

Chu Yuanqing did not respond. Her weary and frail spirit made her barely hear the whispers of the Witch of Relief clearly. What echoed in her ears were trivial sounds—TV, central air conditioning, the breeze by the window, the ticking seconds of the clock…

The world felt so narrow, yet so clear.

That serene and peaceful atmosphere, wrapped in a veil of drowsiness, gently led her into the void of dreams. Many past memories surfaced, the vast majority of which were her daughter’s adorable features in childhood.

The lips of the Pure White Witch curled slightly.

In a daze, a familiar song sounded in her ears:

“But they’re back again just like a long lost friend.”

“All the songs I loved so well…”

…

Sea City, Nanjing East Road.

Above the sky, Guanyin, bound by Shining Magic, opened her eyes. She compassionately looked down upon the earth, her bronze oxidized face writhing and cracking, shedding massive amounts of dust like rain.

In the next moment, this Supreme Disaster Beast sent by the Tathāgata smiled and crumbled. Its enormous carcass disintegrated midair, birthing a phantom bronze lotus that swiftly flew toward Tianpu Bridge.

At the same time, Seraph, Yggdrasil, Tartarus, and Takeminakata, sealed in a separate space by The Last Diva, all bizarrely shattered, distilling only the purest essences of authority, power, and disaster aura. They broke through their confinement and fell together.

High above, Beelzebub gazed at Xie Qing Yu, who was playing an electric guitar. Its grotesque, twisted face was filled with unsatisfied greed.

This Beast of Love emitted a joyous yet regretful sigh. Its body, entwined by the melody of revenge, instantly disintegrated under Amahl’s authority, returning to its primal form—a scarlet eyeball that sped downward.

Xie Qing Yu instinctively tried to hinder it, but before Love of Nemesis could be relocked, Beelzebub’s “corpse” had already vanished.

Elsewhere, the apostles and Supreme Disaster Beasts bound by Shining Magic, along with the Plague Lord battling Elise, all underwent similar fates. They converged and spiraled together above the performance venue.

At that moment, six bishops gathered in front of the bus station and simultaneously committed suicide.

A man removed his top hat and shook his head regretfully as he watched the twelve apostles and Supreme Disaster Beasts collapse and disintegrate, transforming into scorching bands of light that shattered the graffiti world and swept through the magnificent scenes of fairyland.

The next moment, Thousand Faces exploded into a bloom of fireworks.

The future was already sealed.

The performance venue, obscured by the Fairy Witch and Charlotte, was finally stripped of all defenses by the combined power of the twelve Calamity Gods, forcibly returning to its original coordinates and crashing down.

At this moment, neither Charlotte, nor Kirimi Miyuki, nor Xie Qingxuan had time to react.

The pillar of light erupting from the core centered on Chu Wang Shu pierced the sky at the instant the coordinates returned to reality, reaching the atmosphere. The twelve powers of the Calamity Gods collided and merged into twelve flickering streams of light, completing their unification.

Youmir, King of Salt, Helldir, Amahl, Khaos, Solar Calendar, Tenno-Gochu, Nergal, Tiamat, Old Testament, Tathāgata, Three Pure Ones…

The full authority of these twelve Calamity Gods, able to descend upon the mortal realm, was poured at once into Chu Wang Shu’s body. With this perfect vessel capable of containing the Disaster group, an unprecedented bloom of malevolence blossomed.

In just 0.001 seconds, the thirty thousand spectators surrounding the stage were reduced to shards of flesh and bone within the expanding light column. Even the shrine maiden who valiantly revived Ame no Habakiri, Futsunushi no Mikoto, and Kusanagi no Tsurugi could barely maintain her life alongside Xie Qingxuan, being driven dozens of miles away.

Even The Last Diva, still casting Shining Magic high above, along with Dorothy, Elise, and Xie Qing Yu, were unable to shield the vast Sea City from the swelling heat and light.

Thus, after one second, Sea City, home to nearly one hundred million people, was turned to ruins. The scorching light pillar spread across the entire Daxia region, illuminating a brilliant cross upon the planet’s surface, broadcast by satellite to the Supreme Council, announcing the birth of the Sovereign Lord.