PDLP Chapter 256 From this day forward, there will be no more Cherry Blossom Country in the world!
Chapter 256 From this day forward, there will be no more Cherry Blossom Country in the world!
now.
The sword light pierced through the great formation of the cherry blossom gods.
The thousands of gods at the forefront didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to nothingness in the sword light.
It wasn't cut in two, it disappeared completely.
The divine body, the divine soul, the divine core—everything melted away in that golden sword light.
It's like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.
It was like darkness meeting light.
There is no resistance.
"Gods, help me!"
At that moment, Amaterasu roared.
He unleashed all his power, and golden divine flames surged from his body, condensing into a massive golden barrier before the sword light.
The barrier was ten thousand feet high and several hundred feet thick, with countless ancient runes flowing across it. This was Takamagahara's strongest defensive divine art, Amaterasu's trump card for protecting Takamagahara.
Tsukuyomi, Ōkuninushi, Amenotejikara, Omoikane... all the cherry blossom deities who are still alive are giving their all, gathering their power into Amaterasu.
Their divine power transformed into streams of light, merging into the golden barrier. The runes on the barrier grew brighter and denser, and the entire barrier began to emit a dazzling light.
They knew that if they couldn't withstand this sword strike, death would be the only outcome for them.
The sword light struck the golden barrier.
Click.
A crack appeared on the barrier.
The crack was very fine, only as thick as a hair.
A trickle of golden divine blood spilled from the corner of Amaterasu's mouth.
He felt as if his divine body had been struck head-on by a mountain, his internal organs were churning, and his divine power was running wildly through his meridians.
Hang in there!
He roared.
But it couldn't hold on.
The sword light continued to press down.
Click, click.
The cracks are becoming more numerous and denser.
It went from being as thick as a strand of hair to as thick as a finger.
From the initial few dishes, it grew to dozens, hundreds, and thousands.
The cracks, like a spider web, covered the entire golden barrier.
Amaterasu's arm began to tremble.
The void beneath His feet began to crack, with black fissures spreading in all directions, a sign that space was being crushed.
The gods behind Him were all spitting out divine blood, their breaths fading.
Tsukuyomi's silver-white robes had been stained gold with divine blood, her face was ashen, and her hands were trembling.
Sweat beaded on the chubby face of the Great God. He clenched his teeth, but his divine power was still rapidly draining away.
Amenobuchi, the male god... Omoikane...
"Hold on!" Amaterasu roared again.
His voice had become hoarse and unbearable.
His eyes were filled with madness.
He knew that if he couldn't withstand this sword strike, the Sakura Gods would be completely finished, and Takamagahara would be completely finished.
But it couldn't hold on.
I really can't hold on any longer.
The sword light continued to press down.
That force not only did not weaken, but instead grew stronger.
Because the sword light carries not only the power of countless heroic spirits.
And their will.
Their beliefs.
Their unfinished journey.
All of these transformed into a part of the sword light, into that overwhelming power.
The cracks on the golden barrier were now dense, like a spider web.
Despair finally appeared in Amaterasu's eyes.
"No……"
He let out a mournful roar.
That voice was filled with resentment.
It was filled with despair.
It's madness.
He paid such a high price.
The entire Cherry Blossom Country was sacrificed.
It depleted the ley lines of the four Sakura Islands.
They led 100,000 gods out in full force.
result……
boom!
The golden barrier shattered completely.
The sword light slashed down.
Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, Ōkuninushi, Amaterasu, Omoikane... tens of thousands of cherry blossom deities were completely overwhelmed by this sword.
There were no screams.
There was no struggle.
Only eternal silence.
At the last moment, Amaterasu saw those figures in the sword light.
He suddenly understood.
They didn't just lose to Li Jun.
They lost to that land.
They lost to the indomitable spirit that has endured for five thousand years on that land.
How could that land possibly be conquered?
How could the people of that land possibly be enslaved?
ridiculous.
It's ridiculous.
Amaterasu closed her eyes.
The sword light completely engulfed him.
The divine body, the divine soul, the divine core—everything melted away in that golden sword light.
The lord of Takamagahara, the sun goddess, thus perished.
Tsukuyomi's fate, her fall.
The great god of the nation has fallen.
The god of heavenly power has fallen.
His thoughts and spirit were both sharp, but he fell from grace.
Tens of thousands of cherry blossom spirits perished at the same time.
Their divine bodies vanished into nothingness in the sword light, their divine souls completely dissipated in the sword light, and their divine cores turned to dust in the sword light.
Nothing was left behind.
Only those scattered specks of divine light still drift in the air, proving that they once existed.
After annihilating the Sakura Gods, the sword light continued its momentum, slashing towards Sakura Honshu Island.
On this island, there are also deities who maintain the blood sacrifice array.
They sensed the approaching sword light and tried to escape, but it was too late.
The overwhelming aura that locked everything in place rendered them completely immobile; they could only watch helplessly as the golden sword light descended from the sky.
The sword light fell.
The island of Ben/Zhou fell apart; the entire island shattered into countless fragments amidst the flash of sword light…
The island of Ben/Zhou fell apart; the entire island shattered into countless fragments amidst the flash of sword light…
Ultimately, it disappeared completely from the sea surface.
The gods who remained on the island, along with the blood sacrifice array, were obliterated by the sword light.
Takamagahara, the divine realm that merged with the four islands of Sakura, was also completely shattered by this sword strike.
Those ruined palaces, those withered sacred trees, those scattered wreckage, those buildings destroyed in the previous battles...
Everything vanished into nothingness amidst the sword light.
Ten'iwado, the last refuge in Takamagahara, was also completely shattered in the sword light. The grotto collapsed, the runes were annihilated, and everything turned into nothingness.
From that time on, Takamagahara ceased to exist.
There will never be another cherry blossom country in the world.
Even after the sword light annihilated the four islands of cherry blossoms, it did not dissipate.
It continued eastward, cleaving through the surface of the ocean.
A bottomless ravine stretches eastward from the location of the four islands of Sakura.
A thousand miles.
The sword light cleaved a trench a thousand miles long.
Two thousand miles.
The sword light showed no signs of dissipating, continuing eastward across the ocean like a golden dragon.
Three thousand miles.
Four thousand miles.
Five thousand miles.
The sword light swept across the ocean, cutting from the west coast all the way to the vicinity of the east coast.
Wherever it passed, seawater evaporated, and the seabed... This forms a straight, thousand-foot-wide canyon in the sea.
That canyon stretches from the location of the four islands of Sakura all the way to the vicinity of the west coast of the New World. It is more than ten thousand miles long, more than a thousand feet wide, and its depth is immeasurable.
It's like a huge scar left on the sea.
The sword light finally dissipated about three hundred miles from the west coast of the New World.
But that sword intent continued forward.
It swept through the hearts of everyone on the west coast of the New World.
At that moment, everyone in every city on the west coast of the New World stopped what they were doing.
They raised their heads and looked westward.
Although they were 300 miles apart, they could still feel the sword intent that made their souls tremble.
Headquarters of the Bureau of Paranormal Research.
Jason stood in front of the large screen, watching the images recaptured by the satellite.
In the image, a huge trench running east to west has appeared in the ocean.
The trench is as straight as a line, stretching from the former location of the land of cherry blossoms all the way to a place only three hundred miles from the west coast of the New World.
On both sides of the trench are towering walls of water, thousands of feet high, which seem to freeze in mid-air, creating a spectacular sight.
"this……"
Jason's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
"Is this the power of that person...?"
No one answered him.
The entire command center was deathly silent.
Everyone was looking at the trench, at the two walls of water, at the place that was once the four islands of Sakura, but is now just a blank sea area.
Meanwhile, outside the East Sea, all the gods hiding in the shadows were dumbfounded.
They looked at the massive trench that stretched from east to west, at the four islands of cherry blossoms that had completely disappeared, and at the fading specks of divine power left behind by the tens of thousands of cherry blossom gods who had fallen.
No one speaks.
No one even dared to breathe.
The god of Olympus was trembling all over.
If He had really made a move just now, then He would have vanished completely, just like those cherry blossom deities.
"The Great Xia Dynasty... is not to be trifled with..."
He murmured, his voice trembling.
The same is true of the Norse gods; they hide in the clouds, their bodies trembling like leaves.
"I...I want to go back..."
His voice was halting.
"I will never come to the East again..."
The four-winged angel of the Church of Holy Light stood in the void, watching the sword light gradually dissipate, his eyes filled with shock.
He remembered the Pope's words—"Brahma is unfathomable."
At the time, He didn't take it seriously. In His view, no matter how strong mortals were, they could not possibly contend with true angels.
Now He finally understood what it meant to be unfathomable.
The gods of Egypt and Mesopotamia were also completely terrified by this sword strike.
They silently withdrew their gaze, then flew back to their divine realm without looking back.
They didn't want to stay in this place for even a moment longer.
At the same time, Li Jun appeared out of thin air.
The power of a million heroic souls has dissipated.
The heroic spirits who lent him their power transformed back into specks of light after unleashing this sword strike, flying towards the Great Xia.
They flew over the East China Sea, over the coast, and over the lands they had once protected.
Then, they disappeared into the earth, returning to the land they had protected with their lives.
Those lights scattered across the Great Wall, scattered in every place where they had once fought.
Li Jun's breath fell again.
A wave of weakness washed over him again, causing his body to sway slightly.
He looked down at his left hand.
The golden flames on his left hand had completely dissipated.
The karmic fire that had been engulfing him had been completely purified by the power of a million heroic spirits, and he could no longer sense it at all.
Li Jun remained silent for a moment.
Then he turned around, faced the direction of the Great Xia, and bowed deeply with his hands clasped.
This bow was silent.
But Heaven and Earth bear witness.
At this moment, the gods who had been watching the battle were all quietly leaving.
At this moment, the gods who had been watching the battle were all quietly leaving.
The god of Olympus carefully concealed his aura, attempting to vanish into the void.
The Norse god also quietly turned around, preparing to flee.
But just then...
"When did Master Dao say you could leave?"
A cold voice rang in their ears.
The Norse god's body suddenly stiffened.
He turned around and looked at Li Jun.
The human wearing the tattered Taoist robe was looking at Him.
His eyes were calm and cold.
"What...what do you want to do?"
The voice of the Norse god trembled slightly.
"I...I...If you dare touch me, the King of the Gods will not let you get away with it!"
Li Jun did not answer.
He simply raised his hand.
Then, he struck out with his palm.
The Norse god's expression changed drastically; He wanted to escape, but it was too late.
That palm strike shattered His divine body.
His soul, along with all, will be obliterated.
The Olympian gods were so terrified that they immediately knelt down.
"No! No! I was wrong! Please, please let me go!"
His voice was filled with sobs.
But Li Jun remained unmoved.
He raised his hand again.
But just then, a furious voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
"stop."
The sound was like thunder, exploding in the sky. At the same time, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky, causing the sea to sink and the sky to tremble.
Li Jun turned his head to look.
His gaze traveled across the vast distance and landed directly on an ancient mountain range.
That place is Mount Olympus, the abode of the gods in Greek mythology.
At this moment, thunderclouds gathered above Mount Olympus, with endless lightning surging within the clouds, and a gigantic figure was coalescing within them.
The figure was thousands of feet tall, surrounded by endless lightning.
He wielded a spear of thunder, his gaze sharp as lightning, reaching across the vast distance...
He met Li Jun's gaze.