LRAB Chapter 527 The End and Eternity Are Fighting!
Chapter 527 The End and Eternity Are Fighting!
Looking at the disheveled maid with wet tear stains on her face, she felt a strange sense of distress.
What should I do?
I'm not some rare treasure.
Is it really impossible for you to do without me?
One after another, they're all causing me a lot of trouble...
Tao Yao murmured silently to herself, her composure that transcended all things crumbling at this moment, turning into a trace of genuine human troubles.
She sighed slightly.
Then, she walked to the sleeping flower bud, gently picked up the snow-white fox that was still lying on the flower bud's shoulder, pretending to be unconscious, and casually placed it on her own shoulder.
Then, she called out softly in her heart.
"Little."
The next instant, a tiny sprite, about the size of a palm and radiating a soft glow, appeared out of thin air in front of her.
[Master, what's wrong? ]
The system sprite's tiny voice echoed in Tao Yao's mind.
Tao Yao spoke with some frustration.
"Xiaoxiao, what if you accidentally win?"
【…】
Xiao Xiao paused for a moment, seemingly organizing her thoughts.
[It's all because you insisted on doing it yourself, Master, that you couldn't control that newly acquired power at all.]
[From the very beginning, let Xiaoxiao handle the operation. This will guarantee a flawless performance, giving them the illusion that 'we fought tooth and nail and finally won by a narrow margin,' so they'll be content to carry you back.]
This merciless criticism caused an invisible 'well' character to appear on Tao Yao's forehead.
"Little."
"I haven't been flicking you with my fingers much lately, are you feeling itchy again?"
Xiao Xiao shrank back instantly, and the entire ball of light dimmed a bit. With a strong will to survive, she changed her words.
[Ahem, perhaps you are simply too strong, Master. Even with your desperate attempts to suppress them, they are still beyond their current capabilities.]
Since things have come to this, Master shouldn't be in such a hurry to retire; it would be good to spend more time with them.
Upon hearing these words, Tao Yao sighed helplessly once again.
"That's all we can do for now."
She raised her head, her gaze sweeping across the empty temple, trying to find the two figures who should be waiting outside.
However, there was no one inside or outside the palace gates.
The end and eternity are nowhere to be found.
This made Tao Yao even more puzzled.
Her divine sense spread out in an instant, enveloping the entire divine kingdom. The power of primordial authority swept through every inch of space, searching for those two familiar auras.
In the end, nothing was gained.
strange?
Where did it go?
Could it be that while I was "playing" with the little ones here, she secretly ran off to do something else?
The thought of this possibility made Tao Yao's head ache even more.
Neither of those two guys is easy to deal with.
She was preparing to leave the temple to find her two disobedient henchmen.
But she stopped as soon as she took a step, and looked back at the little fairies lying on the peach blossom clouds, still fast asleep.
It doesn't seem right to just leave them here.
If End and Eternity are just out for a stroll and return shortly after I leave, they might cause some trouble when they find these little guys.
After a moment of hesitation.
Tao Yao then took the little fox clone off her shoulder and gently placed it on the peach blossom cloud next to Fei Ying.
"Keep an eye on them."
She whispered a word of instruction, then turned around and vanished outside the temple gates in a flash.
……
Outside the temple, in the rifted void.
Tao Yao's figure was like an elusive ray of light, moving through the endless darkness.
Her speed transcended the concept; with each step she took, it seemed as if invisible peach blossoms bloomed beneath her feet, carrying her across distances incomprehensible to ordinary people.
My divine sense had already locked onto those two familiar auras that were intertwined and gradually fading away.
The end and eternity.
Those two guys really dared to do that.
While I was distracted by family matters, he actually went out to arrange a fight without saying a word.
Moreover, judging from the trail of the remaining aura, this was definitely not a minor incident.
Tao Yao could even discern that unwavering determination to fight to the death from the fragments of laws remaining in the void.
Really.
One by one, they're all a handful.
She sighed softly, and beneath the composure and elegance befitting a primal fairy lay a hint of annoyance that even she herself was unaware of.
soon.
A colossal fragment of a world, floating in the endless void, appeared at the edge of her perception.
Abyss of annihilation.
Without pausing, Tao Yao's figure pierced through the distorted and chaotic spatial barrier and descended upon this long-forgotten battlefield.
As far as the eye could see, there was utter desolation.
The sky was gray, covered with huge, spiderweb-like cracks, like a piece of glass about to shatter completely.
The earth is long gone, only countless landmasses of varying sizes, like broken tombstones, float silently in the dim air.
There was no sound, no light, no life.
Everything here is immersed in a deathly silence called "the end".
However, within this scene representing the "end," there is a strange sense of contradiction.
On a giant mountain range that is crumbling and turning into primordial dust, there are a few unnamed grasses that still maintain their emerald green color, as if time has been completely frozen on them.
In a dried-up, broken, and dark riverbed, a section of water remains in motion, frozen in mid-air, with every wave and every detail clearly visible and eternally unchanging.
The power of annihilation is relentlessly erasing everything in this world.
The power of eternity, however, stubbornly maintains the existence of certain things.
Two diametrically opposed yet equally supreme laws clashed here in the most savage and direct way.
They eroded and fought against each other, turning this small fragment of the world into a bizarre and fantastical wasteland filled with paradoxical laws.
Seeing this scene, Tao Yao could easily understand what had happened.
Xiao Mo and Xiao Heng really didn't hold back at all when it came to feelings.
They're determined to settle this with a fight to the death.
Tao Yao shook her head helplessly.
She took a step and walked into the depths of this broken world.
As she ventured deeper, the scenery along the way became increasingly shocking.
The traces of the clash between the end and eternity are becoming increasingly dense and increasingly violent.
She saw a city ruin that should have been frozen in time by the power of "eternity" being completely erased from the conceptual level by the even more domineering power of "end" in the next second, leaving not even a trace of its existence.
She also saw that a "final" rift, powerful enough to tear the world apart, had been forcibly imbued with the attribute of "eternity," turning it into a spatial scar that could never heal and would never expand again.
The intensity of the battle far exceeded her expectations.
Moreover, the further one goes in, the weaker the traces of resistance from the Eternal Force become, while the erosion from the End Force grows increasingly domineering.
The result seems quite obvious.
Tao Yao's heart sank slightly.
She quickened her pace.
Finally, in the center of an absolutely empty area that had been completely leveled and where even the dust had been annihilated into nothingness, she saw the figure she was looking for.
It's not the end.
It is eternal.
That little fellow, who always seemed ethereal and detached from everything in the world, was now kneeling in a void.
The pure white dress she wore, a symbol of eternity and immortality, was now tattered and covered in a deathly gray aura.
One of her arms was missing.
It wasn't severed or torn apart, but rather directly erased from the very concept of existence by a more thorough and cruel "end" force.
There was no blood at the wound, only wisps of dark, mist-like final power constantly swirling and eroding, preventing any form of recovery and regeneration.
In addition, she had countless wounds, large and small, on her body, each one shrouded in a despairing, deathly aura.
The glory of eternal authority has dimmed to the extreme.
She knelt there quietly, her petite body trembling slightly, her head bowed, making it impossible to see her face.
That timeless tranquility and ethereal peace have long since vanished.
Instead, there is a deep-seated, almost overflowing sense of brokenness.