Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Fall of the Titan (Conclusion)

Within the blazing, undying sacred fire, the form of the glazed-gold phoenix shifted in an instant, transforming into an innate Dao body and revealing the peerless, unrivaled beauty of the Phoenix Divine Lord.

Feng Jiutian opened her mysterious, radiant glazed-gold phoenix eyes, gazed upon the Titan Divine Lord, parted her vermilion lips, and smiled gently. “It has been a long time, Titan.”

Her majestic and exquisite voice, as soft as a gentle breeze passing through the world, seemed to cleanse the souls of all living beings. For a moment, aside from the Titan Divine Lord himself, the ten priests of the Titan clan forgot the crushing pressure upon them, their eyes clouded as they gazed at Feng Jiutian, enshrouded in divine light.

Even the Phoenix Divine Lord Fenghuang at Feng Jiutian’s feet stared up at her in a daze, utterly captivated by her presence.

The Phoenix Divine Lord, Feng Jiutian—truly the greatest goddess of the primordial era, her charm unrivaled, her grace unmatched!

A cold harrumph broke the trance. The Titan Divine Lord glanced at the entranced priests with a heavy snort.

A thunderous crash resounded, like mountains collapsing and the earth trembling in their ears, and the priests at once shook free from Feng Jiutian’s overwhelming allure. Cold sweat beaded on their foreheads as they dared not look again.

“Feng Jiutian,” the Titan Divine Lord fixed his frosty gaze on the Phoenix Divine Lord, his voice grave. “What exactly do you want?”

“Nothing much,” Feng Jiutian’s smile lingered, yet her tone was ice-cold. “I simply wished to see an old friend for the last time.”

Though her words were gently spoken, their weight was as thunderous as a bolt from the heavens, as chilling as a wind from the abyss, freezing the hearts of all who heard.

“What—last time?!” The priests, hearing her words, were seized by dread, their minds screaming, “How could His Majesty possibly die?!”

The Titan Divine Lord’s expression merely darkened, showing neither surprise nor denial; in his silence, he tacitly confirmed the dreadful possibility—could the Titan Divine Lord truly be facing death?

Impossible. Impossible. Impossible!

The one who ruled the Hundred-Thousand Great Mountains, who dominated the Southern Wilds—how could he die?

Though the priests could not voice their thoughts, their hearts raged in silent denial as they stared at their silent lord.

Their eyes first glazed over, then turned fierce, divine light bursting forth from them as they desperately struggled against Feng Jiutian’s oppressive power, attempting to break free of her binding.

But the restraints Feng Jiutian had set could be undone only by a peer of her own level.

And the Titan Divine Lord made no move to release them; he seemed to want his priests to witness and listen in silence to this cruel reality.

Feng Jiutian watched the priests’ helpless suffering with a hint of satisfaction, but was not pleased by the Titan Divine Lord’s indifference. Her gaze grew complicated as she looked at him, and she smiled. “If you wish, your death is not inevitable. All you need do is submit to me.”

The Titan Divine Lord gave a soft, mirthless laugh, meeting her eyes as he spoke each word with gravity: “My end draws near—this is destiny!”

“I have ruled the Hundred-Thousand Great Mountains, sovereign over countless lands and beings, exalted beyond measure—how could I kneel to you and beg for a wretched life?”

His gaze was steady, his demeanor calm as ever, yet he did not conceal the pride belonging to a primordial god-demon.

In that moment, the Titan Divine Lord seemed fused with the mountains themselves, divine light swirling about him, the oppressive force of the earth so strong even Feng Jiutian had to step back.

“I never expected that, at the brink of death, you would achieve such insight. Still, even so, you are but a high divine lord. You cannot escape your fate.”

Feng Jiutian’s eyes were calm as she looked at him, her tone proud as ever.

Suddenly, before the Titan Divine Lord could respond, a beam of golden light tore through the heavens and appeared before him, revealing a golden scroll.

He extended his divine sense toward it, his expression growing ever more grave as he read. His brow furrowed deeply.

When he finished, he looked up at Feng Jiutian, enlightenment dawning in his eyes. “At last, I understand your purpose in coming here.”

“Oh? And why is that?” Feng Jiutian cast a sidelong glance at the scroll, inquiring with curiosity.

The Titan Divine Lord fixed his cold eyes upon her. “Assassins from the Killer Pavilion.”

“So, the Killer Pavilion is actually an assassination organization of the Ferocious Beast Clan, and they have already entered the Hundred-Thousand Great Mountains. I suppose you’ve long known their true nature. Your aim, then, is to delay me, to buy time for the assassins to complete their task.”

Feng Jiutian did not answer directly, but asked instead, “Who gave you this golden scroll?”

Her question was tacit admission that his words were true. The pride of a Phoenix Divine Lord would never stoop to lying to her old adversary.

“The God Clan—Nan Luo,” the Titan Divine Lord replied quietly.

“The God Clan—Nan Luo…” Feng Jiutian savored the name, her wariness of the God Clan deepening further.

The Killer Pavilion was the assassination arm of the Ferocious Beast Clan—a secret only the four great races of dragon, phoenix, lion, and qilin knew. That Nan Luo was privy to it meant the God Clan was not to be underestimated.

Feng Jiutian pondered the threat of Nan Luo and the God Clan, then looked back at the Titan Divine Lord. “And what will you do?”

Time slipped by; the rising sun had already reached its zenith. As the Titan Divine Lord was about to answer, a wrenching pain seized his heart, and he looked immediately toward the sea of clan fortune.

Suddenly, more than a hundred divine statues upon the golden sea of the Titan clan’s fate shattered at once—each representing a god-king-level Titan slain in an instant, their statues collapsing within the sea of fate.

The simultaneous deaths of over a hundred Titans meant the defenses of the Hundred-Thousand Great Mountains had fallen.

In a flash, the golden sea of the Titan clan’s fate shrank by a tenth, while the divine beast of fate, the World Titan, howled in anguish.

The Titan Divine Lord bore the pain stoically, but the priests were already weeping—those fallen Titans were their own blood kin.

“I ask only one thing: why do you aid the Ferocious Beast Clan? Are you not afraid they will turn against the Phoenix Clan next?” The Titan Divine Lord, stifling his grief, glared at Feng Jiutian and growled.

“We do not possess the right to choose our fate—fate chooses us,” she replied. “In this chaotic, dark age, the weak have no place in the game of conquest; they must be the first to fall.”

“Unfortunately, the Titan clan is such a weakling.”

“After the Ferocious Beast Clan wipes out the Titans, they will not turn upon the Phoenix Clan, but will instead march upon the Central Wilds.”

A radiant golden light flared around Feng Jiutian as she gazed calmly at the Titan Divine Lord, her farewell soft. “Farewell, my friend, Titan.”

With a flash of golden light, Feng Jiutian seized Fenghuang Divine Lord and vanished in an instant.

The Titan Divine Lord watched her departure, silent as a dormant volcano, hands clenched and then slowly released.

It was not that he did not wish for vengeance, but that he was powerless to take it.

Though mighty, he was always suppressed by Feng Jiutian; even after advancing further, he sorrowfully realized he still could not see through his old adversary’s true strength.

Such is the sorrow of the weak.

And there was something more important than vengeance yet to do.

“Now do you understand the sorrow of the weak?” he addressed his priests, releasing their restraints, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful.

“The weak have no right to choose their fate—only to be chosen by fate. Unless they rely on the strong, the weak cannot survive in this dark and turbulent age.”

“Please, Your Majesty, command us! We will give our lives without hesitation!” The Grand Priest of Taishan, eyes brimming with tears, bowed deeply.

“Please, Your Majesty, command us! We will give our lives without hesitation!” All the priests echoed, bowing low, tears streaming.

“Priest Taihai, remember my words. Lead the priests away—go seek shelter with the God Clan.”

“Remember, there is no longer a Titan clan in this world. There is only the Titan God Clan.”

He looked at them all, his face heavy with sorrow.

“And Your Majesty?” they could not help but ask.

The Titan Divine Lord turned his back to them, gazing at the blood-red clouds boiling on the horizon. “I am the Titan Divine Lord. Born in the Hundred-Thousand Great Mountains, I will die in the Hundred-Thousand Great Mountains.”

With a roar, he soared into the sky, became a streak of golden light, and flew straight toward the blood sea and murderous clouds on the horizon.