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Chapter 173: Avici falls into the void, heaven and earth are useless, all saints retreat!

Rhine's idea was not a groundless conjecture.

Refining great merit into supreme treasures of killing was not uncommon in the primordial world. Those that succeeded all became famous magical artifacts.

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For example, the ancestor of the Styx River had two innate treasures, Yuan Tu and A Bi, which were conceived in the sea of blood. They were born with innate baleful aura, and their killing power was already unparalleled in the world.

Later, the ancestor of the Styx River imitated Nuwa in the sea of blood, wanting to become a saint through merit and created the Asura race.

Although this merit was not enough for him to become a saint, the heavenly merit merged into the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords, making these swords treasures of merit. Not only did their power skyrocket again, but they also possessed a rare ability to search the entire primordial world—killing without being tainted by karma!

It must be known that in the primordial world, killing people will inevitably generate karmic debt invisibly.

If the karmic debt is monstrous, it will inevitably lead to tribulation.

Once the beings below the saints in the primordial world are contaminated by the calamity, they will die. How many quasi-saints died in the Investiture of the Gods calamity!

Without becoming a saint, one must always be wary of killing, not daring to slaughter living beings too much, lest the tribulation entangles them and affects their path.

But if there is a magic weapon that can kill without being tainted by karma, then one can be unscrupulous and not afraid of the karmic debt brought by killing.

After the ancestor of the Styx River refined the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords, he relied on the characteristic of killing without being tainted by karma to prove the Dao through killing, wanting to imitate Luo Hou and prove the Dao and become a saint through the Great Dao of Killing.

His ambitions can be said to be supported by these swords. If he succeeds, the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords will be his tools for proving the Dao!

And before the ancestor of the Styx River, the representative of cultivating the Great Dao of Killing was naturally the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou.

Coincidentally, the reason why Luo Hou was able to be invincible and unscrupulously provoke the Dragon Han Tribulation, causing the living beings on the primordial continent to survive less than one in ten,

In addition to the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, his greatest reliance was a treasure called the God-Slaying Spear.

Legend has it that this treasure was transformed from the stem of the Chaos Green Lotus, gathering the most ferocious aura in the chaos. It is the first supreme treasure for attacking and伐, and it also has an incredible ability—killing a saint without being tainted by karma!

That's right, this treasure can even kill saints, and it is not afraid of the heavenly karma and karmic debt brought by killing saints, let alone the karmic debt of killing ordinary primordial beings!

Luo Hou relied on this treasure to recklessly cultivate the Great Dao of Killing, and his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.

Rhine's mind flashed with this information, and then he took a deep breath.

Of course, he did not expect to rely on this small amount of merit to refine it into the killing sword light and refine a flying sword comparable to Yuan Tu and A Bi.

He never thought that he could now be comparable to treasures like the God-Slaying Spear.

However, all of the above illustrate the importance of merit treasures to the cultivation of the Great Dao of Killing.

Without a treasure of merit that can kill without being tainted by karma, the Great Dao of Killing has almost no chance of success.

But if there is such a magic weapon, then even in the primordial world, one has the capital to stir up the wind and clouds.

Today, in front of the saints, I am like an ant, but in the future, when the Great Dao of Killing is accomplished, a sword light may not necessarily be able to slay gods and destroy saints!

Rhine's eyes flickered with brilliance, and he had already made up his mind.

First, there is the understanding of the Killing Sword Dao, and now there is merit added to my body. Perhaps this is the guidance brought by my luck.

If this is the case, then refine the sword!

After refining this sword, I will have the Qingyun Zijing Crown for defense, and this flying sword of merit for attack. One attack and one defense have almost no shortcomings. Let's see what evil things dare to jump in front of me?

What ancient return, I will shatter their delusions with one sword!

Rhine waved his hand, and a three-foot-long blood-colored sword light flew out, circling and dancing around him.

He also used the techniques in the Heavenly Demon Treasure Refining Art.

In an instant, purple-gold lotus petals flew around Rhine, and the light of merit emerged from his body, converging towards the blood-colored sword light.

……

At the same time.

Hogsmeade Village, outside the Hog's Head Inn.

Aberforth looked at his brother, and after realizing that Dumbledore was not running out of time, his expression became indifferent.

I thought you were going to die, but it turns out you're not.

Then what are you doing here?

Dumbledore's face was full of bitterness.

Aberforth, I want to apologize to you for what happened back then.

Aberforth suddenly showed an exaggerated sarcastic expression.

Apologize?

Is an apology useful?

If an apology is useful, can it bring Ariana back?!

Dumbledore seemed to have been hit hard, his face was pale, and his tall body staggered and trembled, almost unable to stand.

He rarely showed a pleading expression.

Aberforth…

Aberforth slammed the door of the Hog's Head Inn shut.

Then, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he trembled and leaned against the door of the bar, gasping for breath, his fists clenched tightly.

Nearly a century of anger and resentment surged in Aberforth's chest, almost bursting out.

And Dumbledore also slumped against the door of the Hog's Head Inn, his body slowly sliding down.

He buried his head in his knees.

Few people have seen Dumbledore cry. Even Aberforth, his brother, couldn't remember when his talented brother had ever been so fragile.

But at this moment, Dumbledore was indeed sobbing.

Aberforth, Ariana…

I need you.

I'm too tired, I can't bear so much alone, I can't do it.

It's been almost a hundred years, I miss home…

Inside the Hog's Head Inn, behind a door, Aberforth widened his eyes, unable to believe what he heard.

Albus, is he crying?

In his impression, his brother was like a pillar of strength, always able to hold up the sky, almost omnipotent.

But for the first time in his life, he heard Dumbledore admit his fragility and fatigue.

At this moment, Aberforth's clenched hands gradually loosened.

The anger and resentment in his chest gradually dissipated, turning into a long sigh.

Almost a hundred years had passed, and it wasn't as if he hadn't seen Dumbledore during that time.

Sometimes, he felt as if he could see Dumbledore standing alone on the castle tower, gazing out at this place. Other times, he felt as if he were gazing at Godric's Hollow with Dumbledore, the home they once had but could never return to.

At least, he still had Ariana's portrait to keep him company.

But what about Dumbledore?

Even he felt that such punishment was enough.

Dumbledore sat alone near the entrance of the Hog's Head Inn.

Just then, the door, which had already been closed, suddenly opened a crack.

Aberforth looked at Dumbledore expressionlessly, and after a long silence, he said,

"Today is Halloween. Did you bring candy for Ariana?"

In Dumbledore's dull eyes, a brilliant light suddenly ignited.

Tears glistened in his eyes, and Dumbledore nodded repeatedly, flustered.

"Ariana loves Honeydukes' sweets the most. I brought them, I brought them all. I always bring them."

"I order new products every quarter. I have them, I have them all..."

Aberforth sighed and opened the door.

"Come in."

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"Ariana will definitely be happy to hear that."

Dumbledore took a deep breath, as if facing a trial, perhaps even more unbearable than the Killing Curse.

But what had to come would eventually come.

He lowered his head and followed Aberforth into the Hog's Head Inn, through the front of the bar, and into the room where Ariana's portrait hung.

"Ariana, do you, do you still remember me?"

Dumbledore looked humbly at Ariana's portrait, prepared to be met with his sister's cold eyes.

But the next moment, Ariana's eyes widened. The usually shy girl almost wanted to jump out of the frame to touch Dumbledore.

"Albus?"

"Brother, is that you?"

"You have so much white in your beard now, and your hair is white too, even more than Aberforth's. You look so old now."

"Why don't you ever come for Christmas? Aberforth says you're very busy. Are you really that busy? No wonder you look so tired."

"I want to hug you, but it seems I can't now. Brother, I miss you."

Dumbledore instantly burst into tears, his heart aching as if it were about to break.

"I made a mistake, an irreparable mistake."

"Ariana, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"I'm just a fool. I actually thought something was more important than you guys back then. I was completely insane. I'm the biggest idiot in the world..."

Ariana, through the frame, tried to gently stroke Dumbledore's white hair, as if Dumbledore were the child.

"It's okay, it's okay, brother. It's not your fault. No one is at fault."

"I never blamed you."

She looked at Aberforth with anticipation.

"Can we spend Christmas together this year?"

Aberforth snorted, but did not retort.

Dumbledore's eyes lit up with an unprecedentedly bright light, as if he had found the meaning of life again.

At that moment, the magic of love and protection in his heart was almost bursting forth!

......

While Dumbledore's spiritual loophole began to mend, Rhine, who was refining the treasures of merit, saw the chaotic handwriting on the system screen again.

This time, it seemed that the system screen was trembling. The chaotic handwriting gushed out, and even through the screen, one could feel the monstrous anger of those inexplicable existences.

It was as if a sage was roaring and raging.

[Through your revelation, the Antarctic Immortal Elder's state of mind, which was entangled and blinded by tribulation energy, is gradually returning to flawlessness]

[A lifetime of cultivation, magnificently penetrating the nine heavens, the saints in the ninth heaven are aware!]

[If this continues, during the Quantifiable Tribulation, the Antarctic Immortal Elder may attain enlightenment and become a saint. Another saint will be added to the Primordial Land, and all previous arrangements will be mostly abandoned in an instant, and even the layout of the Quantifiable Tribulation may be changed as a result]

[The wrath of the saints is immeasurable!]

[Even across the nine heavens, even if the Quantifiable Tribulation has not begun, and the saints cannot take action, at this moment, there are several saints who want to take your life!]

In the Black Lake of Hogwarts, the madness in the giant squid's eyes became even more rampant, and ancient, terrifying magic flowed unprecedentedly, causing it to slowly float upwards.

In the Forbidden Forest, an unprecedentedly thick gray mist churned, and it seemed that something ancient and terrifying was about to emerge from the gray mist.

Until the next moment, Rhine looked at the trembling system screen and suddenly let out a contemptuous laugh.

Immediately—

A golden-red light intertwined with golden and blood-red light, accompanied by the auspicious signs of falling celestial flowers and gushing golden lotuses, appeared magnificently in the world.

A three-foot flying sword, surrounded by golden-red light, soared through the air, its ruthless killing intent soaring straight into the sky.

In an instant, the constellations in the nine heavens were covered and dimmed by the killing aura!

Rhine held the sword, pointing it in all directions.

"I'll give you a chance, who wants to come and die first?"

In the Black Lake, the giant squid's expression cleared for a moment, and it silently sank downwards with gurgling sounds.

The blurry figure in the gray mist in the Forbidden Forest also silently retreated into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

On the system screen, the originally boiling chaotic handwriting suddenly dimmed.

What replaced it were lines of bright red handwriting.

[Your unwavering Dao heart, sword heart, and killing heart in the face of saints have actually triggered the铮然 sword light in the Blood Sea]

[Yuantu crosses the sky, Abi appears in the world, and in the primordial world, there is even a killing aura that frightens the saints]

[Abi falls into the sky, the heavenly realm and the human world are useless]

[The world is in turmoil, and the magnificent scene of hell is fully opened]

[The saints...retreat!]