Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 1085: A Fated Spear

Wind and storm combined with space and time, a whole new combination.

A spatial rift began to form where Fang Yi was standing, but the frozen world prevented it from breaking out immediately.

Fang Yi's spear, thrumming with the power of elements and time, was a weapon of legends. Formless lightning flashed over its surface, gathering near its tip. The dragon of winds and lightning tiger prowled about the spear.

Part of the energy from the spatial rift seeped into the lightning-attuned genetic energy, turning it into void lightning.

The solar king invoked his authority as a superior king to forcibly break out of the temporal stasis. When he saw the energy that was radiating from Zhang Lie, surrounded by a halo of golden light, his eyes widened.

The pitch-black lightning began to spike and sizzle.

Wind and storm combined and crackled at the tip of Fang Yi's spear. Space was kneaded into a papier-mache ball. Silvery energy stuck together, barely visible, colorless and tasteless and shapeless, yet slowly but surely affecting the world. This was the nature of time.

The gold and black threads of karma continued to weave around each other, twining and twining until they formed a single thread of dark gold.

Dragon-like lightning, tiger-like storm, formless time, timeless space—those four disparate energies combined into a cohesive whole, tied together by this dark gold thread. The energies revolved around each other, summoning a howling gale surrounding a spatial rift.

The void lightning combined with the spatial rift that was forming and tore apart the space around Fang Yi.

They merged and tangled with each other, space and time, wind and storm, beginning and end.

All that energy, combined with the karmic power that Fang Yi had sensed for the first time, led to an unbelievably mysterious combination, difficult to sense and harder still to understand. This was a force that belonged to a realm above Fang Yi's ken, somewhat like heaven's might, but completely different. It gave off the sense that all things were predetermined in the long, winding river of time.

"Fate!" It was a power that transcended both of its constituents, time and karma.

Karma was prophetic, but it could be subverted and blocked. Fate, on the other hand, was trickier to avoid.

The combination of wind and storm, spatial force, void lightning, time and space, karma and fate—all of it combined into a cocoon. As Fang Yi infused more and more of his own energy into the attack, the threads of eight different colors began to separate.

In combination with the spatial rift that was forming, the void lightning tore apart the space around Fang Yi, causing the frozen world of gray to crumble bit by bit.

The energies combined, somehow managing to stabilize the mix of energies that ran rampant around Fang Yi.

Fang Yi sent a stream of each type of energy swirling and corkscrewing around the tip of his spear.

The eight different types of energy formed an unusual vortex, giving birth to a mysterious hybrid. As the forces continued to revolve around each other, the wheels of time behind Fang Yi began rotating more and more quickly as the space around him was strained to its utmost.

The solar king manipulated the golden sea, gathering another hundred thousand suns above his head. In a moment of crisis, he unlocked his true potential, condensing them all into a resplendent galaxy.

The wheels of time to Fang Yi's back began to break and crack, as did Fang Yi's own peak-grade spear. Even Fang Yi's own body was giving out. He bled out of his orifices, veins popping out on his forehead, the spear in his hand trembling almost uncontrollably.

Dragon-like lightning, tiger-like storm, formless time, timeless space—those four disparate energies combined into a cohesive whole, tied together by this dark gold thread. The energies revolved around each other, summoning a howling gale surrounding a spatial rift.

The resulting mix of energies was so potent as to be able to destroy natural law itself.

Even the solar king was hard-pressed to understand just what the combined energy was, only that it was more threatening than anything he had faced before.

All around Fang Yi, space and time began to splinter and crack. Unusual pitch-black thorn-like protrusions appeared by the edges of Fang Yi's vision, seeming to skewer space.

Fang Yi was losing control of his own creation.

The more advanced energies were particularly difficult to manipulate, especially the mysterious power of fate. Fang Yi could create a tiny portion of it, but it remained incomprehensible to him. It felt as though something were shifting in a dimension he had no access to, as though a predestined ending had suddenly become far more vague.

Even before he could launch his attack, Fang Yi felt that his fate had shifted irrevocably. No one could say whether this was a blessing or a curse.

As the unstable construction spiraled out of control, Fang yi's skin began to bleed. His capillaries burst, and blood gushed out of tears in his skin. The disaster-grade spear was splintering bit by bit.

"[Heaven's Judgment: Fate]!" Fang Yi howled and sent the unstable mixture shooting forward.

The entire world seemed to come to a standstill at that moment. A howling storm, void lightning, mysterious temporal charge, the wind of ages—the mishmash of elements exploded.

The eight different energies formed a huge vortex, against which the solar king tossed the resplendent galaxy he had compressed further and further. The scale of the attack shocked even Li Feng and Zhou Ying, neither of whom were confident in being able to deal with his attack. Even Zhou Ying's roots, resistant to fire and heat as they were, perished under the onslaught.

Li Feng's bladework was very strong, and he might have been able to bisect that galaxy, but he would be severely wounded as a result.

The solar king's attack was more than sufficient to burn the entire world of blazing sun thrice over.

Upon sensing life-threatening danger, the solar king had unlocked his full potential, establishing a strength beyond that of an ordinary superior king. In other words, following the terminology of the third realm, he had taken one step through the door.

However, the galaxy that neither Li Feng nor Zhou Ying were able to handle was sliced cleanly through by Fang Yi's spear, as though it had been fated from the beginning.

The two halves of the galaxy slowly faded away...