Chapter 136: The Fighting Spirit

In the City of the Gods, the sun hung high atop the sky, its radiant light enveloping the grand Temple of the Gods.

Within the temple’s main hall, Nan Luo sat majestically upon the throne of creation. He wore a crown of celestial jade stars, a robe embroidered with the constellations of the cosmos, and boots forged from the essence of the sea’s depths. His eyes were half-closed, encircled by countless stars swirling around him.

Suddenly, a brilliant golden light, born from the power of the sun itself, surged violently into the temple and then into Nan Luo’s body.

“This is a fragment of the soul of the Fierce Annihilator of Heaven!” Nan Luo murmured as his golden eyes slowly opened, revealing depths of solemnity and authority. From his right hand, a blood-red orb of soul materialized.

The orb floated upward into the great hall, emitting a crimson glow that pierced into the resplendent Mirror of Creation.

Within the mirror, the entire memory of the Fierce Annihilator of Heaven appeared, unfolding like a vivid chronicle—from its origin as a mere avatar created by the Fierce Emperor, to the moment it was suppressed and slain by Nan Luo himself.

The memories flashed by like light curtains, retracing from the annihilation back to the very birth of the Fierce Annihilator.

Nan Luo watched silently as the memories played in reverse, the hall falling into an oppressive quiet. Yet, regrettably, the memories offered little of strategic value—mostly scenes of relentless battles and slaughter.

Until the memory reached its beginning.

A mountain, drenched in blood as pure as snow and saturated with an aura of boundless ferocity, appeared within the Mirror of Creation.

“The Great Snow Mountain,” Nan Luo whispered, narrowing his golden eyes, his finger unconsciously tracing the throne beneath him. The Great Snow Mountain, known as the lair of the Fierce Beast clan, appearing in the memory was no surprise. Such a place would naturally hold critical information about the Fierce Beasts.

Atop the Great Snow Mountain stood a grand palace suffused with murderous energy—the Fierce Emperor’s Hall—its name emblazoned in three ominous characters.

Within the palace sat a towering figure clad in armor stained with fresh blood, presiding over a throne of bones, shrouded in an endless aura of malice, its features obscured by the overwhelming aura.

“That is the Fierce Emperor!” Nan Luo observed instantly. Only the Fierce Emperor himself could command such a terrifying, unending aura of ferocity.

Beside the Fierce Emperor was an unparalleled altar forged from an endless sea of bloodied corpses, upon which rested a crimson spear of unmatched brutality.

“That spear… I recall that the Fierce Annihilator’s avatar once summoned its projection, effortlessly scattering five supreme innate treasures wielded by five Heavenly Sovereigns,” Nan Luo reflected. Though he had been in seclusion, Nan Luo was well-informed of the events within the City of the Gods and thus aware of the spear’s projection.

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