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Chapter 1665: The End of Darkness.

Chapter 1665: Chapter 1665: The End of Darkness.

At this time, Wang Mang had once again returned to the city where he had been staying earlier.

Standing on the bustling streets, Wang Mang took a deep breath.

billion Dao Crystals, just like that in hand?!

For a moment, Wang Mang couldn’t help but feel it was somewhat surreal.

Compared to the struggling and skirmishing in the smaller Mid-World, these Dao Crystals had come too easily and too quickly.

After wandering aimlessly on the streets for a while, Wang Mang had also accepted this reality.

That is to say, he was only 29 Dao Crystals away from advancing to the next realm!

At this thought, Wang Mang’s heart became invigorated.

Normally speaking, his advancement to the next realm should be to Level 4 of the Eternal Realm.

But, having stepped into the special ultimate realms, his next realm was instead the extreme of Level 3 of the Eternal Realm.

Thinking of this, Wang Mang couldn’t help but feel excited.

For a moment, Wang Mang became lost in thought, his expression blank as he stood motionless.

The pedestrians on the streets hustled by, and Wang Mang remained stationary, looking rather conspicuous.

It was after a while that Wang Mang came back to his senses from his reverie.

"Still short 30 billion Dao Crystals."

Wang Mang’s gaze continuously swept over his surroundings as he murmured softly.

The next instant, his perception fully activated, instantly covering the entire city.

In just a moment, all the details of the city had been imprinted in Wang Mang’s mind.

A few breaths later, Wang Mang withdrew his perception, his face breaking into a smile.

Perfect. This city doesn’t even have a single Eternal Realm.

The only ones who could have caused him a slight soin, two Spirit Mystic young clan leaders, had not yet returned.

Probably they had been attracted back by the anomaly created when he retrieved the Heavenly Sword.

For a moment, Wang Mang chuckled softly, muttering to himself, "Heaven aids me as well."

"The goal of 30 billion Dao Crystals, let’s start from here."

As soon as he spoke, Wang Mang’s body suddenly flew towards the sky.

A gentle breeze passed, making Wang Mang’s hair a bit disheveled.

In an instant, Wang Mang’s figure hovered in mid-air.

This action also caused perhaps some pedestrians to pause momentarily.

Although cultivators capable of flying are not rare in this world, seeing it still made them take a second glance.

After all, flying is many people’s long-cherished wish.

Under the cosmic suppression, these natives of the second ring of the universe could not fly unless they embarked on the path of cultivation.

Unless, by aid of some special things.

After a while, some people left, continuing with their usual life trajectories.

Envy as they might, life must go on.

They had seen imposing figures before and anyway, these wouldn’t attack such commoners.

At this time, Wang Mang stood aloft in mid-air, looking down at the Dao Crystals below.

Indeed, in Wang Mang’s eyes, these people were just Dao Crystals waiting to be harvested.

Those below the Eternal Realm could hardly withstand him, let alone these ants.

The next moment, countless Great Devouring Dao, leaving no effort spared, covered downward.

In just a few moments, the entire city was enveloped by the Great Devouring Dao.

For a moment, the whole city was awkwardly tinged with a sudden dark ink color.

The Great Devouring Dao kept surging out from Wang Mang’s body.

It wasn’t long before the entire city lost its brightness.

The deep ink color, pitch blackness that reached the point where one couldn’t see their own fingers, the Great Devouring Dao ready to burst forth.

This array of abnormal signs made the civilians in the city realize something was amiss.

In an instant, the city became embroiled in chaos.

Panicking civilians, sudden outbreaks from long-oppressed felons, and the cultivators in the city kept blasting at the Great Devouring Dao.

The deafening roars, the unrestrained laughter.

Mournful cries of lamentation.

Wang Mang hadn’t even made a move yet, and the entire city was already in chaos.

Watching the disaster unfolding below, Wang Mang seemed to realize something and started to chuckle lightly.

"Indeed, human nature is the ultimate evil."

"Hahaha, let me grant you your release."

The declaration of Wang Mang resounded like divine music throughout the entire city.

For a moment, all the civilians stopped what they were doing and looked toward the source of the voice.

Unfortunately, at this time, Wang Mang was radiating the Great Devouring Dao.

All they could see was absolute darkness.

It was as if, at the end of this darkness, was the origin of all chaotic and ominous beginnings.

His arrival unleashed the deepest, darkest thoughts hidden within the people.

With no moral constraints, and goodwill at its lowest as they faced death.

Most people turned into fierce, man-eating beasts.

They freely vented the frustrations of life and the dissatisfaction in their hearts.

At that moment, the normally oppressed civilians began to see Wang Mang as their faith.

Suddenly, Wang Mang, observing this farce from above, also exclaimed in surprise, "Eh? Is this the power of faith?"

He saw countless grayish-brown streams of energy continuously drifting from the city toward Wang Mang.

"Tsk, what a pity."

These grayish-brown streams of faith converged around Wang Mang for a while, then disappeared.

While curious about these powers, Wang Mang chose not to absorb them.

Things were fine as they were.

Wang Mang looked down indifferently at the grotesque performance below.

After a while, he lost interest as well.

"Since you’ve vented enough, it’s time to rest in peace," he said.

As his words fell, the Great Devouring Dao enveloping the city surged instantly.

The immense, torrential Devouring Dao tore through space and charged directly at everyone.

Splurch...

In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the sounds of limbs being shattered filled the air.

Simultaneously, Wang Mang’s mind was filled with the continuous alert noises from the System:

[Ding! Devoured an ant from Level 1 of the Eternal Realm! Obtained 100,000 Dao Crystals!]

[Ding! Devoured an ant from Level 3 of the Immortal Realm! Obtained 30,000 Dao Crystals!]

[Ding! Devoured an ant from Level 4 of the Eternal Realm! Obtained 400,000 Dao Crystals!]

[Ding! Devouring...]

...

The unending alert sounds, like the rarest divine tunes of this world, brought Wang Mang waves of pleasure.

And so, half an incense stick of time passed.

Eventually, the System’s alert sounds stopped.

This city had provided Wang Mang with three hundred million Dao Crystals.

Subsequently, Wang Mang also withdrew the Devouring Dao that covered the city.

In an instant, the endless darkness retracted back into Wang Mang’s body.

The bright sunlight shone down, lighting up the city that had been reduced to ruins.

The thick scent of blood condensed in the air, forming droplets of blood.

The bloody humidity, hit by the sunlight, startlingly produced a few blood rainbows.

Seeing this phenomenon, Wang Mang paused briefly.

"Heh."

Leaving behind this tepid, cold chuckle, Wang Mang’s figure instantly vanished from the spot.

Then, after a few more sticks of incense had burnt down,

Spirit Mystic Hongyang and the cloaked youth returned to find themselves stupefied by the devastation.