Chapter 546 Cosmic Collapse

The last moments slipped away as quickly as sand through our fingers.

In the Time Training Ground, Shi Yan's face had turned as pale as paper, and silver time power was constantly surging out from his body, maintaining a time acceleration of thousands of times.

His body was trembling slightly, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but his eyes remained firm and unwavering.

He knew this was the final moment.

Every second is precious, and every hour can determine the final outcome.

In the training ground, nearly a hundred eighth-level experts were cultivating with all their might. Their auras were rapidly increasing under the accelerated time, with new breakthroughs every moment and new insights every second.

Zhuge Duo sat cross-legged in the center of the training ground, with threads of fate flowing around her, their silvery-white light flickering uncertainly.

Her brow furrowed slightly, the rules of fate churning wildly within her, deducing every possibility for the future.

Those lines of fate intertwined in the void, some bright, some dim, some straight, some curved.

Each line represents a possible future, and each line points to a completely different ending.

But her brow remained furrowed, for she realized that almost none of those lines of fate led to victory.

The vast majority of fate lines lead to the same endpoint.

destroy.

It's not the destruction of the Eternal Alliance, nor the death of Lin Xiao, but the end of the entire universe.

A gray mist enveloped everything, swallowing everything and turning the entire void into a desolate wasteland.

"Is this... the power of the God of Mist...?" Zhuge Duo murmured, a hint of shock flashing in her eyes.

She could sense that as the awakening of the God of Mist drew near, the rules of fate were becoming increasingly chaotic and difficult to predict.

The once clearly visible lines of fate began to blur and twist, as if an invisible hand was stirring up the river of destiny, turning everything into a tangled mess.

That giant hand is the God of Mist.

He is an existence from outside the universe, and is not bound by the rules of fate of this universe.

His every action causes a huge disruption to the timeline of fate, making any deductions unreliable.

Lin Xiao stood at the highest point of the Time Training Ground, with nine-colored light flowing around him and a miniature universe slowly operating within his body.

He didn't cultivate, because he knew that no amount of cultivation would be meaningful to him.

What he needs is not time, but some powerful opportunity.

There is some kind of opportunity that will allow him to break through his current limitations and reach a completely new level.

His gaze pierced the boundaries of the Time Training Ground, passed through the barriers of the miniature universe, and through the layers of mist in the Misty World, reaching the deepest part of the universe.

There, the core of the God of Mist is slowly turning.

The gray light grew brighter and stronger, and even from an endless distance, Lin Xiao could clearly feel that terrifying power.

That power is slowly awakening.

"Is it almost here...?" he murmured, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

Then, that day came.

boom--!

The entire void trembled.

That wasn't an ordinary tremor; the entire universe was shaking and groaning.

Lin Xiao's pupils suddenly contracted; he could feel that the last trace of the cosmic consciousness had completely dissipated.

The will that had sustained this universe for countless years finally came to an end under the devouring of the God of Mist.

The cosmic consciousness is dead.

It is not a slumber, not a disappearance, but a true death.

Its consciousness was completely refined by the God of Mist, its power was completely devoured by the God of Mist, and everything it represented became a part of the God of Mist.

At the moment the cosmic consciousness died, the entire universe began to collapse.

Those once stable spaces began to crack, those once brilliant stars began to dim, and those once-running rules began to run rampant.

Countless cracks spread through the void, covering the entire sky like a spider web.

Gray mist seeped from the cracks, engulfing everything.

These mists were unlike any before; they were more violent, more terrifying, and more unstoppable.

Wherever the mist passes, space collapses, time becomes disordered, matter dissipates, and energy is annihilated.

Everything returns to nothingness.

"The God of Mist has awakened." Lin Xiao's voice resounded in everyone's consciousness, deep and solemn.

In the Time Training Ground, everyone opened their eyes at the same time.

Their eyes all gleamed with the same light—the will to fight.

More than thirty years of cultivation and preparation have been waiting for this day.

"Everyone, get ready," Lin Xiao continued, his voice firm and powerful.

"The God of Mist has awakened. He has merged with the consciousness of the universe, and his power has reached the limit of this universe."

"But I will not back down, the Eternal Alliance will not back down."

"Because behind us are our homes, our families, and our comrades-in-arms."

"We cannot retreat, and there is no way to retreat."

"Therefore, we must win."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his eyes gleaming with a rainbow of light.

"Today, we will fight to the death against the God of Mist."

"kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Billions of voices rang out simultaneously, shaking the entire void.

The miniature universe unfolded at full power, and seven-colored light surged from Lin Xiao's body, enveloping the entire Eternal Alliance.

Those rays of light contained the power of more than a hundred rules, each of which was playing its role in building an unbreakable defense.

Lin Xiao took a deep breath, and the miniature universe contracted and merged into his body.

Then, his figure disappeared from the spot and appeared in the void in the next instant.

Behind him, warriors of the Eternal Alliance surged forth like a tide, billions of auras intertwining in the void to form a terrifying force.

Zhuge Duo stood beside him, the threads of fate flowing around her, their silvery-white light shimmering with uncertain brilliance.

Zhao Da gripped his sword tightly, and azure sword intent surged around him, cutting through the surrounding void.

Mary Keith unfurled her mist, a grey light swirling around her, a stark contrast to the mist of the Mist God.

The silvery power of time flowed around him, accelerating time, stopping time, and reversing time—these three abilities intertwined within him.

Zhuanlun, Fentian, Yanhuang, Yechen, Cangxuan, Hongmeng, and Lüqiong—seven eighth-tier powerhouses with SSS-level talents—possessed powerful and stable auras.

Holy Radiance, Holy Flame, Holy Light – the three elders of the Holy Spirit Clan were enveloped in a pale golden aura of holy light.

More than fifty eighth-tier experts, hundreds of seventh-tier experts, and billions of warriors were all ready for battle.

On the opposite side, the fog was churning.

A gray mist, like a tsunami, surged from the deepest part of the universe, engulfing everything.