Chapter 1270, Second Form: The Wings of the Storm

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

 

Realm of Fire…

 

There, quietly standing at the center of a massive volcanic crater, was a small, almost comically-proportioned duck. Slowly, it rose to its feet.

 

*Quack…* A grating growl rang through the entire realm.

 

In that instant, the entire Realm of Fire trembled, because right then, the scorched, cracked earth of the realm began to shake.

 

And in the next moment…

 

*Booooom, booooom, boooooom…* One explosion after another shook the land as countless volcanoes suddenly erupted, launching jets of magma tens of thousands of meters into the air.

 

Thousands upon thousands of magma pillars shot skyward, like fireworks.

 

Their overwhelming force actually dispersed the colossal storm that had bridged Heaven and Earth, sweeping through all in its path.

 

This was the Crimson Lotus Hell, the signature technique of Red Beak Platypus, a Tier-6 Overlord.

 

With just one stomp from him, the sky shattered, the earth cracked apart, volcanoes erupted, and magma flowed through the world.

 

…

 

At the same time, within the Realm of Light, Butterfly Queen, the embodiment of light, flapped her radiant wings.

 

*Whooosh…* In an instant, accompanied by howling winds, a brilliant flash of light enveloped the entire Realm of Light, as the dream manifested into reality.

 

And with that, the overwhelming storm sweeping over from the horizon was subdued.

 

Butterfly Queen, the Commander of the Legion of Light, was a Mutant Beast who had once consumed Yu Zi Yu’s Elemental Fruit of Light.

 

She was the very embodiment of light and the master of dreams.

 

Her Innate Talent could bring dreams into reality, and render reality into dreams. In this dance between reality and illusion, she was the sole constant, standing apart.

 

She truly was a being as dreamlike as she was powerful.

 

…

 

One powerhouse after another took action, each helping to quell the storm that originated from the depths of the Tree World.

 

As for the innermost regions of the Tree World, they were holding firm.

 

Thanks to the presence of the Nine Second-Generation Jianmu, ancient guardians that could suppress the Heavens and Earth.

 

No matter how the storm howled, they remained unmoved.

 

Even though the Tree World was now in ruins, devastated like struck by an apocalypse, the Treants remained unscathed.

 

However, now was not the time to focus on that…

 

Above in the sky… the two vast Seas of Principles inched closed to each other, erupting with even more terrifying storms.

 

It was as if two great continents were on the verge of collision.

 

Though not yet touching, the sheer repulsion between the two had already stirred a storm beyond imagining.

 

And as the two Seas of Principle edged even nearer…

 

*Crackle… Crackle…* One bolt of lightning after another began streaking through the skies.

 

Each bolt was tens of thousands of meters thick, tearing the sky asunder.

 

These weren’t ordinary lightning, but the raw discharge of energy from the clash of two Principles.

 

The thicker and more dreadful the lightning, the greater the evidence of how difficult this fusion truly was.

 

The unimaginable repulsion between the two Principles made Yu Zi Yu’s expression twist repeatedly.

 

Even he hadn’t expected the fusion to be this arduous.

 

“It’s harder than I thought…” Letting out a silent sigh, Yu Zi Yu channeled more of his energy, continuing to push the fusion of the Seas of Principle.

 

At the same time, his Divine Eyes gleamed continuously.

 

Faintly, mysterious fluctuations began to spread from them.

 

*Boooom…* From the Eye of Time, Temporal Energy surged forth continuously, bringing time itself to a grinding halt.

 

Meanwhile, the Spatial Energy from the Eye of Space was also spreading, stirring up endless ripples.

 

Time and Space, under the terrifying might of Yu Zi Yu, were being forcibly fused together.

 

Forced fusion, this was the path Yu Zi Yu had chosen.

 

After ten years of enlightenment, he had finally understood that the fusion could only be achieved through brute force.

 

After all, Time and Space were Superior Principles, each standing at the pinnacle of their own domain—like unmatched monarchs reigning over their realms. To make them willingly blend together? That was pure fantasy.

 

And so… Yu Zi Yu could only take the alternate path: force them to merge.

 

Indeed, it was difficult, and incredibly so.

 

However, it was a path that could be walked.

 

And all of this was only possible because…

 

“Anzuiel… I’m counting on you.” As Yu Zi Yu softly murmured, enormous golden wings, ones so massive that they blanketed the very sky, unfurled behind him.

 

*Booooom…* With a deafening clap that shook the Heavens, the golden wings tore across the firmament, as blinding light lit up the entire Tree World.

 

This was the Imperial Artifact: Sixteen Holy Wings.

 

However, this the very first time that this Imperial Artifact had been unfurled on Yu Zi Yu’s Tree Form.

 

Until now, the Sixteen Holy Wings had only ever awakened on his Angel Form, and never his True Body.

 

But now, after long companionship and deepening mutual understanding, the Sixteen Holy Wings had finally acknowledged Yu Zi Yu’s original form.

 

“This is all I can do now…” With a faint sigh, Anzuiel chose to fully immerse himself within the Imperial Artifact, initiating its complete awakening.

 

As its Spirit, once Anzuiel fully merged with the core of the Artifact, he would lose his ability to control the Artifact.

 

From then on, the Sixteen Holy Wings would become a tool, one that must be wielded.

 

And the one who would wield it was Yu Zi Yu.

 

As for why Anzuiel was doing this? Naturally, it was to unlock the deepest power sealed within the Sixteen Holy Wings.

 

Like the power of the Storm, the speed that was said to transcend time, and many other powers sealed within the Artifact.

 

And to unseal these powers, the Artifact Spirit, Anzuiel, needed to fully immerse himself into the Artifact.

 

Put simply, to unleash the true might of an Imperial Artifact, both the Master and the Spirit were essential.

 

The Master controlled it, while the Spirit unlocked its deeper potential.

 

*Boooom…* Suddenly, a deafening roar rang out across the Heavens.

 

Light and darkness intertwined in the sky, as a diving radiance, too blinding to behold, illuminated the entire world.

 

Faintly, one could even hear the chorus of countless Angels singing and praying, resonating across all Nine Realms.

 

At that moment, gazing into the depths of the Tree World, one could see it clearly: In the skies above, sixteen golden wings tearing through the clouds, cleaving across the earth.

 

At the ends of those wings, vortexes of storms manifested.

 

Countless divine runes emerged around the wings, swirling around them like radiant bands of light.

 

Just one glance at those wings was enough to inspire awe. So sacred and otherworldly were they.

 

“Second Form—Wings of Storm… Unsealed.” Yu Zi Yu shouted within his heart, and at the same moment, the Sixteen Holy Wings transformed before everyone’s eyes.