189: Chapter 189 Faith Forges a Sword to Slay Evil Gods

"We can't hold on! Master's holy statue is about to collapse!"

"Once the holy statue shatters, that storm will completely swallow Blue Star, and we will all die!"

On the city walls.

Wu Chongguo stared at the battered giant of light in the sky, his single hand's nails digging into the hard city bricks, dripping with blood.

"Saint Lin..." Wu Chongguo's eyes brimmed with tears, his voice low.

Chu Tianxing's hand, gripping his broken blade, hung limply. Facing an interstellar catastrophe of this level, they didn't even have the qualification to be cannon fodder.

Wang Linlin slumped on the ground, tears falling continuously as she tightly gripped the hem of her clothes.

"Brother Lin Fan is bleeding... He's about to reach his limit..."

Lu Tingting pulled Wang Linlin into her arms and drew her longsword, its tip pointing straight at the sky.

"If the Great Sage dies, we shall not live on in shame!"

Despair spread frantically among the fifty billion humans.

Amidst this despair, someone fell to their knees on the crowded street.

"We beg Saint Lin to manifest! Save the human race!"

Then, a second, then a third.

It spread rapidly.

Inside Azure Dragon City and its nine satellite cities.

Fifty billion humans—whether white-haired elders or toddlers who had just learned to walk, whether battle-hardened warriors or powerless civilians.

Everyone knelt down in unison.

With hands pressed together, they looked up at the holy statue in space that was on the verge of collapse while protecting them.

"We beg Saint Lin to manifest!"

The collective cry of fifty billion people converged into a world-shaking torrent.

This torrent was fervent faith!

Buzz!

Golden specks of light rose from the heads of the fifty billion humans. These specks converged over Azure Dragon City, turning into a golden galaxy.

The golden galaxy broke through Blue Star's atmosphere, ignored the strangulation of the Primordial Storm, and poured into Lin Fan's sea of consciousness!

"Bang!"

The vast power of faith entered his body.

Lin Fan felt a roar deep within his sea of consciousness.

His thoughts, which had been sluggish under the pressure of the aberration power, immediately became unprecedentedly clear with the blessing of this energy!

The golden light at his brow flared intensely, and his Heavenly Eye was pushed to its limit.

With the aid of the power of faith, Lin Fan's gaze pierced directly through Hastur's terrifying curtain of flesh that covered nine million square kilometers.

He immediately saw through the weakness of this old ones ruler.

"So that's how it is."

Lin Fan sneered.

He discovered that Hastur's massive body—which seemed invincible, capable of infinite regeneration, and immune to physical attacks—was merely a shell used to intimidate prey and resist damage!

Hastur's true core was an unspeakable, twisted will hidden in the deepest depths of the flesh curtain.

This will was extremely powerful, but it had a fatal weakness.

It had to attach itself to this massive body to exist; that massive body was the sole vessel for its will.

"After all that, you're just a hermit crab hiding in a turtle shell."

With his hands in his pockets, Lin Fan directly dissipated the million-foot holy statue that was on the verge of collapse.

As the holy statue vanished, Lin Fan's slender figure was completely exposed to the Primordial Storm.

"Have you given up resisting? Lowly insect!"

Hastur let out an extremely piercing taunt.

"Before the great old ones ruler, accept your fate of being devoured!"

Tentacles filling the sky, carrying the storm of destruction, strangled toward Lin Fan.

Lin Fan stood at the center of the storm, neither dodging nor evading.

He no longer insisted on destroying the opponent's physical body.

"Since you like hiding in a shell..."

Lin Fan raised his right hand.

"Then I'll just cut your internet cable!"

Bang!

Within Lin Fan's body, three thousand complete Dao laws were forcibly extracted by him.

The violence of the Dao of Fire, the softness of the Great Dao of Water, the sharpness of the Great Dao of Space, the nothingness of the Great Dao of Time...

Three thousand distinctly different law powers, under the forced kneading of the power of faith, began to fuse frantically.

"Myriad Transformation Holy Art! Condense!"

Lin Fan shouted.

Nine-colored divine light converged in his palm.

He unified his insights into the Three Thousand Daos, and an illusory long blade formed in Lin Fan's hand.

Three Thousand Great Dao Blade!

This blade ignores physical defense and specifically severs karma and connections!

"Playing tricks!"

Though Hastur couldn't see through the background of that transparent long blade, it instinctively felt uneasy. Ten million tentacles accelerated their contraction, attempting to crush Lin Fan completely.

"Behave, I'm going to perform a minimally invasive surgery on you."

Lin Fan gripped the hilt with both hands.

Facing that overwhelming curtain of flesh, Lin Fan swung his blade.

As the blade swung, the blade light streaked across the boundless starry sky.

The completely transparent blade light directly ignored Hastur's flesh curtain defense that covered nine million square kilometers, ignored the strangulation of the Primordial Storm, and easily sank into the deepest depths of the flesh curtain.

"Crack."

A crisp snapping sound echoed in the void.

The blade light unerringly struck the karmic thread connecting Hastur's will to its physical body.

It immediately severed all connections between Hastur's will and that massive body!

"What did you do?!"

Hastur's arrogant laughter came to an abrupt halt.

It felt an unprecedented terror.

It discovered with horror that its incredibly massive body had completely lost control!

Ten million tentacles froze in mid-air, and ten million bulging eyeballs lost their luster. That flesh curtain covering a third of Blue Star's sky turned into a piece of lifeless dead meat!

Without the protection of the physical body, Hastur's once-arrogant twisted will was completely exposed in space, becoming incredibly fragile.

On the ground, the Eleven Great Sages looked up at the massive flesh curtain that had suddenly frozen in space, their eyes wide with shock.

"That monster's aura... has been cut off?!" The Blood Demon Great Sage's scalp tingled.

"You were quite fast at cutting off your tail to survive earlier."

Lin Fan sneered, seizing the opportunity and giving the opponent no room to breathe.

"Now let's see where you can run!"

Lin Fan's left hand shot out quickly, fingers splayed.

"Great Heart Demon Art!"

Bang!

This time, the evil god's will, with nowhere to run, was completely swallowed by the black Heart Demon Fire.

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

An extremely shrill scream echoed over the entire Blue Star.

The black Heart Demon Fire used the evil god's madness and malice as fuel, burning brighter and brighter.

Hastur's will struggled and twisted desperately in the flames, trying to escape. But without the vessel of a physical body, it was utterly powerless against the burning of the Great Heart Demon Art.

In just a few breaths.

Along with a final scream, Hastur's will vanished into ashes.

The dark shadow covering a third of Blue Star's sky began to dissipate rapidly.

Sunlight fell upon the earth once again.

In space.

Hastur's physical body lost control and, under the pressure of the laws, began to shrink rapidly.

The nine million square kilometers of disgusting flesh curtain were continuously purified and compressed.

Finally, it shrank into a ball of pure source energy only the size of a basketball, emitting an endless mysterious aura.

Standing in space, Lin Fan took a step forward, reached out his right hand, and grabbed this trophy. With the fall of the evil god Hastur, this unprecedented catastrophe for Blue Star came to a complete end.

To proclaim Lin Fan's supreme status as the guardian god of the human race, Wu Chongguo and other high-level officials held an emergency meeting overnight and directly ordered Azure Dragon City to be officially renamed "Qingxuan City."

During this brief period of peace, Lin Fan was not idle.

Standing above Qingxuan City, he released his Great Saint Realm peak cultivation without reservation. The Three Thousand Daos turned into countless golden law chains, forcibly sealing the dense spatial rifts in the sky.

"Crack! Crack!"

Accompanied by the deafening sound of spatial compression, most of the rifts were completely sealed. Lin Fan specifically left a few lower-level small rifts that could only allow low-tier foreign races to pass through.

"Flowers in a greenhouse can't grow big." Lin Fan looked at the human generals below and said flatly, "These rifts are left as training grounds for the younger generation of the human race. If anyone can't even handle these small fries, they should go home and farm as soon as possible."