I changed the world.

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"cut!!!"

That was a sword strike as dazzling as a galaxy!

In the darkness, Zhang Jing saw a tall, imposing figure with flowing hair, unleashing a sword strike that seemed to cleave the heavens and earth in two...

Immediately following was a deafening wail that shook the heavens and the earth, evoking images of falling stars and collapsing mountains—magnificent, desperate, yet utterly irreversible…

This special state of affairs allowed Zhang Jing to clearly sense that certain stubborn remnants of will with extremely high status were completely collapsing...

Amidst the wails, the imposing figure laughed heartily, then with a flick of his wrist, tossed the broken sword in his hand toward Zhang Jing.

After that, his figure gradually faded into nothingness, turning into specks of starlight, and then disappeared...

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"call…………"

Zhang Jing opened his eyes and let out a long breath, followed by a sharp pain that surged through his mind...

Zhang Jing clenched his teeth and breathed heavily. His skin convulsed, and some black hairs began to emerge from deep within his skin.

"Ugh..." Zhang Jing let out a soft cry and couldn't help but clutch his head. Dark blood flowed from his eyes, ears, nostrils and other facial features, dripping onto the ground and emitting a wisp of blue smoke, as if he had been corroded by strong acid.

Zhang Jing felt his head swelling, as if it were about to burst. Everything he saw was blurred with countless double images, and he heard eerie whispers coming from somewhere, as if telling him some profound truth. However, he controlled his remaining rationality and tried his best to fight against these whispers, refusing to listen or think about them...

Zhang Jing focused his attention and began to draw a complex emblem in his mind. He used his divine sense to gradually outline every detail of the emblem according to a unique process...

This was a method Zhang Taihe had taught him to combat loss of control. He deliberately ignored the physical and mental abnormalities and pain, focusing all his attention on sketching the emblem.

Through constant repetition and sketching, his mind gradually began to stabilize.

At the same time, a low chanting sound came from not far away:

"...Desire to be born from the lotus, transcending the three realms, compassionate heart dispels the entanglements of the world, the true person possesses supreme virtue..."

At this moment, Zhang Jing's exposed neck, face, and other areas were covered with numerous wrinkles, black hair, and other sparse growths. His body even showed signs of swelling, and his joints seemed to be being pulled by an immense force, making cracking sounds...

Time passed second by second, and finally, his body began to return to its original state, and the growths on his body began to degenerate...

In Zhang Jing's perception, the whispers in his ear gradually faded until they disappeared, and the double images in his eyes slowly overlapped and became clear.

Only when he was completely mentally sound did Zhang Jing stop sketching the emblem. A lake breeze blew by, and he realized that he was soaked in sweat.

Chapter 473 Godslayer III

Gasping for breath, Zhang Jing reached up and wiped his face, his hand covered in blood, which had seeped from his face.

The influence of the evil god was indeed dangerous; even though the evil god had already fallen, the aftershocks were almost too much for him to withstand...

However, he finally made it through... Zhang Jing caught his breath, feeling a lingering fear in his heart.

As if remembering something, Zhang Jing reached out and touched his chest, taking out the purple jade pendant that he always wore around his neck. He was shocked to find that it was covered with spiderweb-like cracks and looked like it was broken.