pjbooks Chapter 160 3 Great Thrones
Chapter 160 3 Great Thrones
The Third Throne, the Second Throne, and the First Throne.
Nesario sat on the first throne, his dark red eyes slowly turning before finally settling on Jiang Chen.
"Jiang Chen." His voice was old and calm, but every word made the entire void tremble. "Your injury is healed."
Jiang Chen gripped the Primordial Sword and took a step forward. A six-colored ripple exploded in the void beneath his feet.
"alright."
"Your golden core has held the Dao fruits of six Immortal Emperors?"
"It has been successfully carried."
Nesario looked at him, remaining silent for a long time. Then he rose from his throne, walked to the center of the circular arrangement, stopped, turned around, and looked at Jiang Chen.
"Jiang Chen, do you know what the true power of the Seven Pillars of the Abyss is?"
Jiang Chen remained silent.
"Not chaos, not corruption, not freezing, not devouring, not burning." Neltharion spread his arms and tilted his head back. Dark red light surged from his body, staining the entire void the color of blood. "It is despair. It is the despair that has welled up in the hearts of humanity for the past three hundred years, as they have eked out a living between the apostles and the demons."
He took a step forward.
"Three hundred years ago, the apostles descended. Black ice flowers fell from the sky, and human civilization was almost wiped off this planet. You knelt in the ruins, praying to the sky and kowtowing to the temple of the apostles. You used the blood of your own children to carve prayers on the stone slabs, begging the apostles not to destroy you."
The second step.
"At that time, your hearts were filled with despair. That despair nourished the abyss, awakening it from the cracks of its primordial chaos, and causing demons to crawl out from its depths."
third step.
"For three hundred years, you have built the Awakened System in despair, nurtured generation after generation of warriors in despair, and regarded Ye Wuhen, Zhou Tianze, and Luo Qinghe as the hope of humanity in despair. You thought you were rebelling, struggling, and proving to the Apostles and Demon Gods that humanity cannot be deceived."
He stopped and stood in front of Jiang Chen, less than ten feet away.
"But you are wrong. Your despair is our source of strength. The more desperate you are, the stronger we become. The more you struggle, the more excited we become. The more you resist, the more certain we become—humanity can never defeat the abyss."
He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing Jiang Chen.
"Jiang Chen, do you think that just because you've defeated the Apostle Realm, you can defeat the Demon God Realm? Do you think that just because you've inherited the Dao Fruits of six Immortal Emperors, you can end the Abyss? Do you think that your students, your academy, and your successors can bring humanity away from despair?"
He clenched his fists tightly.
You're wrong.
A dark red beam of light shot out from his palm and hurtled towards Jiang Chen.
This beam of light was more than ten times stronger than the one that had struck Ye Wuhen at the Liangzhou Fortress three months ago.
It was Nesario who used all his strength; it was the first time the leader of the Seven Pillars of the Abyss had used his full power in front of the strongest cultivator in the history of human civilization.
Jiang Chen did not dodge.
The Primordial Sword lay horizontally before him, six-colored light flowing along its blade and coalescing into a six-colored light shield. The surface of the shield emanated the power of six Immortal Emperor Dao Fruits—golden Zhou Tian Xing Dou Fire on the outermost layer, dark red Fen Ji Fire on the second layer, icy blue Bing Xuan Power on the third layer, pure black Void Power on the fourth layer, emerald green Sheng Sheng Power on the fifth layer, and pure white Chaos Power on the innermost layer.
With six layers of defense, six dimensions, and six kinds of Immortal Emperor Dao Fruits harmonized by Jiang Chen's Dao Heart, they formed the most solid shield in the history of human civilization.
The dark red beam of light collided with the six-colored light shield.
In the first layer, the golden celestial fire trembled violently under the impact of the dark red beam of light. The fine golden rays, like a spiderweb torn by a storm, snapped one by one from the edges, golden specks of light surging from the breaks and scattering in the void. But this time, the celestial fire did not shatter. It was repaired the instant it broke by the scorching fire of the second layer—dark red flames surged from the second layer, re-welding, reinforcing, and strengthening the broken golden rays.
On the second layer, the dark red flames of annihilation burned wildly under the impact of the dark red beam of light. These flames could burn through everything, including chaos itself. The dark red beam of light began to evaporate from its edges under the scorching heat of the flames, dark red specks of light surging out from the evaporation points and drifting in the void. But this time, the flames of annihilation did not extinguish. In the instant of evaporation, they were frozen by the icy power of the third layer—an icy blue light surged from the third layer, freezing the evaporated dark red specks of light into ice crystals, which were then negated by the void power of the fourth layer.
The power of nothingness in the fourth layer erased the ice crystals from their very existence; the power of life in the fifth layer transformed the remaining energy after the power of nothingness was negated into life energy; and the power of chaos in the sixth layer absorbed, fused, and transformed that life energy into Jiang Chen's own power.
The dark red beam of light began to disintegrate from its edges under the layered disintegration of the six-colored light shield. Its speed decreased, its size decreased, and the dark red light on its surface dimmed and extinguished layer by layer. When it rushed in front of Jiang Chen, it had shrunk into a thin, almost invisible strand of dark red light.
Jiang Chen raised his left hand and gently pinched the ray of light between his index and middle fingers. The light struggled between his fingers for a moment, then went out completely.
"Neltharion." Jiang Chen looked at Neltharion, at the six-colored light reflected in his dark red eyes, and at the solemnity that appeared for the first time on his half-human, half-dragon face. "Your power of despair is indeed strong. Strong enough to keep humanity from raising its head in three hundred years of darkness, strong enough to make even the Apostle Realm dare not easily touch the boundaries of the Abyss."
He took a step forward.
"But do you know that the power that humanity unleashes in despair is stronger than despair itself?"
On the blade of the Primordial Sword, six stars lit up simultaneously. The six-colored light intertwined on the sword, forming a six-colored pillar of light that stretched across the heavens and earth.
"Three hundred years ago, the Apostles descended. Black ice flowers fell from the sky, and human civilization was almost wiped off this planet. But humanity did not kneel. We established the Awakened System, we cultivated generation after generation of warriors, and we sent Ye Wuhen, Zhou Tianze, and Luo Qinghe to the Hall of Apostles."
The second step.
"Throughout three hundred years of darkness, humanity has never ceased its resistance. Not because we were fearless, but because we possessed something stronger than fear within us: hope. It was the will of generation after generation to move forward despite despair over the past three hundred years."
third step.
"Nesario, your power of despair is indeed strong. But your power of despair pales in comparison to the hope of humanity—"
He stopped, raised the Primordial Sword, and aimed the tip at Neltharion's brow.
"—It's nothing."
A six-colored beam of light exploded from the sword blade and blasted towards Nesario.
Neltharion didn't dodge. He spread his arms and tilted his head back. Dark red light surged from his body, condensing into a dark red shield that stretched across the heavens and earth before him. Countless intricate runes flowed across the surface of the shield, each rune a condensation of the chaotic essence of the Seven Pillars of the Abyss for three million years.
The six-colored beams of light collided with the dark red light shield.
The void shattered.