A crimson light suddenly crashed down to the ground with intense force, creating cracks stretching three kilometers across the barren forest floor. Shortly after, a man in spotless white clothing descended and landed. A golden glow radiated around his body. Even as his feet touched down, the ground trembled, releasing a golden light that moved so swiftly it was barely visible.
"Where are you hiding, Feng Jian? Even if I have to go to hell, I will find you and show you what true hell is!" The man swung two swords in his hands with ferocity, forming a unique formation of golden and blue light.
When the realm of the gods was destroyed, the war god became enraged. He attacked his enemy relentlessly, landing here in the human realm. Luo Han, the god of war, felt his fury grow rapidly. He unleashed immense power, the likes of which Feng Jian—his current adversary—had never seen before. Even as their clansmen neared surrender on the battlefield, the two showed no intent to end their fight that night.
Slowly, Luo Han advanced toward the figure he had just thrown to the ground, dual swords of gold and red in his hands. His eyes widened with fury, his expression full of endless wrath. Even though Feng Jian wasn't dead yet, he certainly wouldn't escape unscathed.
But from the cracks in the earth emerged a figure shrouded in a mix of red and black light. This figure, wearing a black robe adorned with golden patterns, floated upward with his eyes closed. His appearance was haggard, with cuts on his face and his robe soaked in blood. Slowly, his eyes began to open, revealing a fierce, glowing red.
The man with a crown tying up half of his hair fixed his gaze on Feng Jian's every move. Without losing sight of him, he cracked a sinister smile. "Even in this state, you refuse to give up. You'd be better off stopping your resistance and accepting your painful death, Feng Jian. Save your strength for the agony awaiting you."
Above, a thin smile appeared on Feng Jian's face. "Even if I die here, I won't let you leave unscathed. The grudge between us ends today."
With that, Feng Jian moved his hands in a circular motion. Red and black light swirled from each hand, intertwining like a braided rope made of energy threads. The two streams continued to revolve around each other, and soon he pushed this thread of energy into the sky, his face lifted.
His eyes closed completely, then a formation of red, outlined by black light, formed in the sky, casting a shadow over them both. With a deliberate movement of his fingers, a red beam shot from his hand, piercing the formation, activating its latent energy. It began to spin, gradually accelerating.
"A demon formation?" Luo Han muttered, panic creeping into his gaze. He had fought many demons, but he had never seen a formation of this strength, only read about it in ancient texts. "You've truly become a pure demon cultivator. I won't let you commit more evil!"
With those words, Luo Han leaped, aiming to strike Feng Jian. But the intense wind from the demon formation, mixed with red light, prevented him from approaching. His clothes floated in the gust as he hovered mid-air, crossing his swords in front of his face to shield himself from the wind's force. "I've never seen a formation this powerful. It surpasses the legends. I must act quickly, or my body will be destroyed along with the human realm."
But Luo Han could no longer withstand the sheer force, and he was hurled against a massive tree below. Clutching his chest, he looked up to see the demon formation bearing down on him, and Feng Jian directing it with one hand to press closer.
The sight of Feng Jian standing before the formation, which now loomed behind him in swirling red and black light, truly looked like a god. With a cold glare and an arm extended downward, he commanded the formation to close in on Luo Han. "Destroy," he commanded, his voice echoing across the heavens. His gaze was vacant, his tone unyielding.
But at that moment, a bright light appeared in the sky, blinding and distracting Feng Jian, who looked upward, as did Luo Han, who smiled slightly as he saw the sky splitting open. Thunder cracked, and clouds spiraled around an opening that grew larger, lightning crackling through it. Feng Jian's eyes widened. "What kind of power is this? It seems even the demon formation cannot withstand it. I feel an immense force within."
Feng Jian's eyes grew wider as he saw an enormous golden eye mixed with red, around 40 meters in diameter, outmatching the size of his demon formation. As the eye gazed downward and blinked once, Feng Jian's chest tightened. The weapon also created smaller clones of itself that scattered across the surrounding sky. "That's… the Eye of the Gods," Feng Jian whispered, almost inaudibly, as he felt his heart pounding, realizing the weapon above was truly dangerous.
The Eye of the Gods was an ancient divine weapon that had lain dormant for thousands of years in a secret space known only to the god-king. It had not been used for millennia because its power was too immense for the three realms to endure.
And today, just for his ego, Luo Han dared to use that weapon. The man had even managed to refine the deadliest weapon in the world. Slowly, Feng Jian looked down, just as Luo Han smiled. "Something's wrong. This must have been planned. The Eye of God can't be refined in just a few days. Does that mean Luo Han had orchestrated everything? Did he foresee this great war?"
A victorious smile spread across Luo Han's face. He watched as Feng Jian looked miserable, seeing the Eye of God gradually descending to earth. Clutching his chest as it tightened, he coughed intermittently. "You may have a demon formation, but I've refined a weapon far stronger to kill you!"
The man then stood, enduring the painful wounds across his body. He moved his hands in a complex gesture until a golden light emanated from his forehead. Feng Jian, seeing this, didn't stand idly by. He mirrored the gesture, channeling his remaining energy into the demon formation he had created. "If Luo Han manages to unleash the full energy of the Eye of God, not only I but all three realms could be destroyed."
Feng Jian's hands extended as he closed his eyes. Slowly, red and black light emerged from his body, pouring into the demon formation he'd made. It seemed as though every ounce of his energy was being absorbed by that formation. But Feng Jian didn't care. Even if he had to die here, he wouldn't die alone. "No matter what happens, the universe must be safe."
Now, the Eye of God and the demon formation seemed to draw closer, destined to clash. Luo Han smiled again at the sight, and Feng Jian noticed. "You know that if the power of the Eye of God is unleashed, nothing will be left of the three realms. So why are you still doing it?"
Feng Jian's tone softened. Initially, he had tried to convince himself that perhaps something good remained within Luo Han. After all, they had once shared a single soul and faced life-and-death situations together. But that faint hope vanished when he heard the war god's response.
"You already know too much. Isn't it better to end it all here? Besides, if you truly cared about the three realms, you'd never have defied me in the first place. And now, even if I have to destroy the last corner of the world, I will do it if it means killing you!"
Hearing this, Feng Jian's anger surged, his blood boiling. His body emitted smoke, and with a single motion, he poured a denser and more intense red energy into his formation. He sacrificed vast amounts of his energy to destroy the Eye of God. His hands continued to channel energy into the formation, even if it cost him thousands of years of cultivation.
But Luo Han did not remain idle. He placed his hand on his forehead, releasing golden light that reflected onto the Eye of God. Luo Han used his divine power to strengthen the Eye of God.
Soon, Feng Jian felt an unbearable pain. Blood spilled from his mouth, and when he looked up, the Eye of God was clashing with the demon formation, gradually weakening it. Worse, an explosion echoed in his ears. The Eye of God released a rain of fire, igniting the already barren forest.
Moments later, thousands of arrows began to fall from the Eye of God. These were no ordinary arrows; each tip was ablaze. Feng Jian used his remaining strength to create a shield. He raised one hand, forming a red light that enveloped his entire body in a protective sphere, blocking the arrows from striking him.
Feng Jian looked on in disbelief at what he saw. The Eye of God, in mere seconds, had decimated half of the formation he'd poured nearly all his energy into, nearly costing him his life. "Its power is truly terrifying. Not even a true god could escape unscathed from such a blow."
More blood dripped from Feng Jian's mouth as he lost strength, collapsing onto the ground though the red light still protected him. From below, he looked up at the Eye of God drawing nearer. With his own eyes, he watched as the demon formation was almost obliterated by the Eye of God. The situation grew more chaotic, and Feng Jian felt he had no hope of survival. Its blinding light was already reflected in his eyes.
Luo Han stood nearby, watching without moving. "Who do you think you are? You're just a sword with delusions of defeating a war god. Today, you will witness how a true war god operates."
But Feng Jian ignored him, closing his eyes as the Eye of God nearly touched his protective barrier. However, a moment later, he felt nothing. When he opened his eyes, he was stunned to see a young woman holding back the Eye of God with red light emanating from her hands.
"Jin Yu?" Feng Jian whispered, seeing with his own eyes the girl straining to hold back the sacred force, ignoring the countless flaming arrows that grazed her body.