Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 1200: The Final Chapter - The Unextinguished Flame

That terrifying surge was like a dazzling firework, abruptly extinguished at its peak by an invisible hand.

The wariness in Loki's eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a listless disdain.

He simply snapped his fingers, and the gravel that had been defying gravity and levitating in the air seemed to lose its support, crashing back to the ground with a series of crackling sounds.

The divine power emanating from Si Xiaonan was almost bursting out of her skin.

Under this single finger, it receded like a tide, leaving only a mortal body convulsing from severe exhaustion.

"Fangs?" Loki scoffed, lifting his gleaming leather boots and casually using the toes to lift Si Xiaonan's chin.

"In the face of absolute authority, so-called 'miracles' are nothing more than fairy tales used by the weak to comfort themselves."

"This is Asgard, not your Great Xia."

With a flick of his finger, dozens of jet-black energy snakes suddenly sprang out from the shadows of the hall.

They had no physical form, yet carried an extremely cold temperature, instantly wrapping around Xiao Nan's limbs and suspending her in mid-air in a "T" shape.

The tightly bound snake's body embedded itself into her flesh, tearing open her newly healed wounds once more.

Blood dripped from pale fingertips, making a soft "drip-drip" sound in the silent hall.

This time, Loki did not hear the screams he expected.

The deathly silence made him frown slightly. He looked up and met a pair of eyes.

Suspended in mid-air, Si Xiaonan's head hung low, her disheveled hair obscuring most of her face.

But through the gaps in her hair, Loki saw the corners of her mouth slowly, very gradually, turning upwards.

That was neither a bitter laugh of despair nor a maniacal laugh.

It was the kind of smile that a hunter wore when watching his prey step into the trap, a smile that was both extremely restrained and extremely pleasurable.

"What are you laughing at?" Loki's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and this instinctive unease made him feel absurd.

He is the god of trickery, the king of this place, and the master of the laws of time and space.

How could one feel uneasy about a mortal who has been stripped of his divine powers?

Si Xiaonan didn't answer, she just looked at him quietly, her eyes filled with a chilling pity.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Loki snorted coldly, and once again gathered a ball of dark divine power in his palm, preparing to directly erase the expression that made him uncomfortable.

However, the moment he activated his divine power, an unprecedented, excruciating pain suddenly exploded in his abdomen without warning.

"Well……"

Loki's once upright body swayed suddenly, and his handsome face instantly contorted.

He instinctively clutched his stomach, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Divine power...is it being lost?

No, it's not loss, it's being swallowed up!

"Wow!"

A mouthful of scalding liquid gushed out and sprayed onto the pristine white stone floor.

That wasn't bright red divine blood, but rather a strange, eerie green.

The liquid also contained countless tiny, seemingly wriggling black runes.

As soon as these runes came into contact with the air, they began to frantically corrode everything around them.

Even the supposedly indestructible divine stones of Asgard were burned with jagged, deep pits.

“This…this is…” Loki raised his hand with trembling hands, looking at the pool of poisonous blood in his palm that was still emitting green smoke, his pupils trembling violently.

This toxin can bypass the divine body's defenses and act directly on the divine essence?

This is impossible!

He clearly watched Si Xiaonan swallow the pill just now, and he was the one who personally performed the time reversal.

He had everything under control, so where exactly did things go wrong?

The main hall began to tremble violently in response to the master's emotional fluctuations.

Cracks appeared on the once magnificent golden roof, and countless specks of dust fell down.

"Cough...cough..."

Si Xiaonan, who was hanging in mid-air, suddenly started coughing violently.

As she moved, a glint of cold light slowly slid from between her teeth.

It was half of an extremely thin silver needle, with a trace of undissolved black medicine residue still clinging to the tip.

[Ghostly Guidance].

In order to hide the needle, her tongue had been corroded and ulcerated by the toxins, and her mouth was filled with the taste of necrotic flesh.

"Pah." Si Xiaonan spat out the mouthful of poisoned blood that she had been holding for so long, and the silver needle fell to the ground with a clatter, the sound as crisp as if it were striking Loki's heart.

"You've always thought that 'time rewind' was a act of kindness you bestowed upon me, haven't you?"

Si Xiaonan's voice was hoarse and rough, like sandpaper scraping against a table, but every word clearly penetrated Loki's ears.

"You're wrong. That was the only flaw I deliberately left for you...

Loki jerked his head up, staring intently at the weakened figure, his eyes blazing with fury: "You tricked me?!"

"Before you tore that 'fake pill' apart, what I wrapped with the [Boundless Veil] was not only the pill, but also this illusion."

Si Xiaonan struggled to lift her head, her smile growing increasingly cold.

"The real poison pills are never the two you're shown."

"It was that wisp of 'fragrance' that you casually took in in order to show off your divine power and humiliate me... That was mirage powder, and also a fuse."

Loki's pupils suddenly contracted.

He remembered; when he crushed that thin veil...

There was a strange fragrance that wafted into his nostrils. He thought it was the scent of medicine, and even took a deep breath with pride.

“You’ve never won, Loki.”

Si Xiaonan spoke softly, her tone as calm as if she were reading a verdict.

"From the moment you decided to swallow that pride, you were already a dead man."

The moment the words left his mouth, the poison within Loki seemed to hear the bugle call to charge, and it erupted completely.

What was originally just abdominal cramps instantly spread throughout his body. His proud divine power seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, and he suffered a crushing defeat.

My vision began to be rapidly engulfed by darkness, not ordinary darkness, but a stripping away of my vision by some ancient rule.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Loki let out a piercing roar, and the illusions surrounding him shattered completely under the intense pain.

It revealed the "false god's body" that had long been riddled with holes by the passage of time.

The black snake that bound Si Xiaonan disappeared as her master's divine power dissipated, and she fell heavily onto the ground full of rubble.

The sharp pain of her knee hitting the ground made her groan, but she didn't stop for a moment.

She gritted her teeth, grabbed a sharp stone from the ground with her left hand, and slashed it hard at her right forearm!

"Pfft."

The skin and flesh rolled back, and fresh blood gushed out.

But this is not enough.

A ruthless glint flashed in Si Xiaonan's eyes. He plunged his fingers directly into the deep, bone-revealing wound, and under Loki's horrified gaze, he dug them into his own bone!

"Click."

With a sickening cracking sound, she pulled a crimson pill from deep within the marrow of her ulna.

The pill was not stained with any blood; instead, it resembled a beating heart, emitting a dull "thump, thump, thump" sound.

This is the real elixir of immortality.

It was never outside the body; it was the "core" forged by the last Dan Shu chief of Kunlun Xu using his own bones and blood.

The moment the pill appeared, Loki's previously fading pupils suddenly froze.

Because he heard that sound—the thumping of a heartbeat.

It strangely resonated with the frequency of his godhood, which was on the verge of collapse!

“What…what is this…” Loki tried to back away, but his body had already stiffened uncontrollably.

With her hands covered in blood, Si Xiaonan stood up unsteadily.

She tore off her already tattered sleeve, revealing her entire left arm.

There were no human skin textures there, but rather nine hundred dense, living, flowing red patterns.

At this moment, these red patterns were emitting a blinding red light, as if they were about to burn her entire arm to ashes.

"Haven't you always wanted to know what 'immortality' is like?"

Si Xiaonan walked step by step toward the god who was slumped at the foot of the throne.

She crushed the crimson pill in her hand, turning it into a pool of scalding blood.

She suddenly reached out, her blood-stained fingers piercing Loki's already cloudy right eye with pinpoint accuracy!

"what--!!!"

"Listen up, Loki."

Si Xiaonan whispered in his ear, her voice resonating deep within his soul, penetrating the very fabric of his being.

"This does not belong to Asgard, nor to this era. This is the stirring of the [Ruins]."

As the blood plasma seeped in, instead of blood flowing from the slit in Loki's right eye, a vast and ancient star map appeared.

In the center of the star map, a dim talisman slowly lit up—it was the Guixu Talisman that had been engraved on the umbilical cord fragment when Si Xiaonan was an infant.

Countless memories that did not originally belong to Loki flooded into his mind through this seal.

That was three years ago, on the night the Frost Throne collapsed.

Young Loki huddled in the cold crevice of the throne, shivering.

That was the source of his lifelong fear, the weakness he tried countless times to cover up with "tricks".

At that moment, a scalding, salty, and fishy smell forcefully invaded this memory.

At this moment, Si Xiaonan's heartbeat, body temperature, and even the excruciating pain oozing from the wound on her left arm...

Through that "anti-contract spell," it transcended time and space, directly feeding the young Loki from that memory.

In reality, Loki's body convulsed violently, and veins bulged on his forehead, as if he were undergoing some kind of soul-level tearing and reconstruction.

Si Xiaonan did not stop.

With her blood-stained fingers, she wrote intricate incantations in reverse on the non-existent "divine essence" between his eyebrows.

There is no elixir of immortality.

Si Xiaonan looked at Loki's eyes, which were gradually losing focus, her gaze filled with sorrow and determination.

"The so-called theft of immortality... is nothing more than us, the abandoned descendants of the gods, trying again and again in vain to retrieve the umbilical cord we have lost after losing our memories."

As the last incantation fell, a line of distorted text slowly emerged from the "fake elixir" remnant in Loki's palm, which he had once treasured.

It was written in the sap of the World Tree, a line that only Loki could understand, his mother's first lullaby.

Loki's body stiffened abruptly, then he fell heavily backward like a puppet with its strings cut.

The divine storm within the main hall abruptly ceased.

Si Xiaonan collapsed to her knees, exhausted, panting heavily.

In that deathly silence, a faint, piercing shriek suddenly cut through the dim sky outside the main hall.

The sound was very soft, yet it penetrated the thick palace walls.

Si Xiaonan looked up abruptly and saw an indigo signal flare.

The sky above the Golden Palace was frozen in the instant that the indigo signal flare streaked across the heavens.

The snowstorm in Asgard seemed to have been paused by an invisible hand.

The shrieking sound didn't gradually disappear; it stopped abruptly.

That wisp of dark blue hovered above the hole in the golden palace's dome, frozen for a full three breaths.

This is not a case of misfire, but rather a result of the time laws here being clashed by a high concentration of divine power.

This creates physical folds—like a brief vacuum formed in a rushing river due to a boulder blocking the flow.

On the snow-covered ridge outside the palace, Leng Xuan remained in the firing position, his black trench coat fluttering in the wind, yet he made not a sound.

His left eye, which had been transformed into the "Return to the Void Compass," was now frantically meshing with gears, emitting a sickening mechanical grinding sound.

In the red warning light screen of his retina, he did not see the ruins before him, but rather an image refracted from the "future":

That was Si Xiaonan, returning home through the snow.

One of her feet was still a bloody, bare foot, while the other foot trod on illusory elixir fire.

On her shoulder, a blue phoenix was slowly folding its wings, and with each flap of its wings, a blue feather would fall off.

Those feathers did not turn into dust the moment they touched the air.

Instead, it burned into pages of charred yellow paper—those were fragments of the *General Outline of Alchemy*.

The sect's legacy that she once carried is now being completely stripped away and burned from her soul with every step she takes.

"I saw it..."

Leng Xuan's chapped lips twitched slightly, and his finger on the trigger slowly loosened.

Inside the palace.

Those three stagnant breaths, which are a blink of an eye for ordinary people, were a long, agonizing ordeal for Si Xiaonan at that moment.

She could clearly feel that as Loki's divine status collapsed, the surrounding space was peeling away piece by piece like a shattered mirror.

The clump of paste in her palm, a mixture of divine blood and her own marrow, brought from Loki's eye socket, was becoming scalding hot.

That was the "core." It was the only reality for her in this false Asgard.

Si Xiaonan lowered her head and looked at her bloodied and mangled left chest.

There, because of the battle just now, his ribs were broken, and every breath felt like swallowing a handful of shards of glass.

But she didn't hesitate.

In the instant that indigo light shone through the dome and illuminated her profile,

She shoved the scalding "blood plasma" against her chest!

Without the protection of spiritual power, the flesh and blood body was directly pierced through by this violent force.

Blood splattered on the golden floor tiles, scalding the ground and sending up a trail of black smoke.

"Uh……"

The excruciating pain caused Si Xiaonan's pupils to dilate instantly, and her body arched violently back like a fully drawn bow.

This is the price.

To bear the power of the Void, a mortal's body must first be "killed" and then reassembled.

The first heartbeat sounded.

The silence was as profound as the ancient bell, sealed for a thousand years, being struck deep beneath the Kunlun Mountains.

Beneath Si Xiaonan's originally pale skin, countless golden threads bulged out like writhing snakes.

That was an activated ancient bloodline, domineeringly devouring Loki's remaining divine power.

The second heartbeat.

This time, the sound was no longer muffled, but rather carried a metallic hum, like the sound of the aurora flowing in the polar night sky.

Loki, who was slumped on the throne, suddenly stopped convulsing.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on Si Xiaonan, his expression originally one of terror...

At this moment, it became strangely calm, even exuding a sense of relief.

His divine status has been completely shattered, along with all the "tricks," "lies," and "power" that originally belonged to him.

They are transforming into countless luminous morphemes, surging towards Si Xiaonan's heart like moths to a flame.

The third heartbeat.

The sound wasn't loud, but it instantly brought the entire collapsing hall to a standstill.

Si Xiaonan slowly straightened up.

The phantom of the blue phoenix, which had not originally been on her shoulder, let out a clear cry and completely dissipated into the air.

Instead, her eyes held a look of desolation and indifference that seemed to have burned away everything in the world.

She opened her mouth, and a metallic taste rose in her throat, but this time, she didn't spit it out; instead, she swallowed it.

When she spoke again, that voice no longer belonged only to Si Xiaonan.

It was an overlapping voice—one a cool, clear female voice belonging to the head of the Great Xia Dan Shu.

The other, however, is the hoarse whisper of the Norse god of trickery.

Two completely different souls, at this moment, at the boundary between life and death, reached a kind of sorrowful consensus.

The sound echoed in the empty hall, carrying the tremors of the Kunlun Morning Bell and the hum of the Northern Lights:

"We have never lived as gods or humans..."

Si Xiaonan raised her hand and caught a piece of ash falling from the air.

That was the dust left after Loki's divine body was annihilated, and also the remnants of her obsessions from the first half of her life.

She blew gently, and the ashes scattered, revealing in her eyes the indigo signal flare that had finally begun to fall.

"...I just finally dared to give my heartbeat back to that initial handful of lingering ashes."

Immortality is not the end; the embers are the prologue...