Chapter 133: The Sacred Radiance of the Setting Sun (2)

The universe is so vast.

It’s like an endless net, entangling countless races and innumerable beings, allowing them to fight and slaughter each other within its grasp.

And that immense, silent, grayish-blue cosmic space seems like an almighty god who never interferes. What could it possibly be thinking? What could it be doing? No one will ever know. Because those who proudly call themselves intelligent beings are as insignificant as insects.

Yet sometimes, even insects can change the course of the universe. For example, in the Saint Bear star system, a catastrophe of unprecedented scale is brewing. This disaster is about to erupt irresistibly, causing a complete upheaval of the entire star system.

Comparable to this spatial upheaval, some notable individuals in the same area are also facing threats of death. Though they are insignificant compared to the universe, to certain others, they are as precious as life itself.

The Galactic Empire’s fleet deployed in the Saint Bear star system has already begun the “Final Salvo” against Saint Bear. Thousands of massive fleets have fully activated their energy. The roar of the reverse-nuclear devices makes space itself tremble, as if it could be heard hundreds of light-years away. Beams of light gather at the barrels of laser and particle weapons. Even before firing, the released energy has already created violent energy storms, stirring up meteors and space debris into chaos. Under such an overwhelming salvo, Saint Bear would likely vanish into gas without even having time to resist.

But what truly marks this battle as historically significant is something else—the first deployment of the Light-Hunting Weapon in actual combat. On the Titan warship “Sunset,” five Light-Hunting Weapons exuding a deadly aura have already absorbed massive amounts of surrounding light and energy, forming a massive black hole near the ship.

Of course, Luo Dongjie, caught in this enormous energy field, has no idea what kind of Pandora’s box he has opened. Just like the core of an explosion cannot comprehend its own power, as he pressed the firing button of the Light-Hunting Weapon, all he saw before his eyes was the distortion of space and the extreme discomfort of intense spacetime compression. He had no idea what consequences this single shot would bring.

However, not long afterward, scientists from the Trinary Sea star system conducted in-depth analysis. By examining the spectral data of planetary dust shattered by the Light-Hunting Weapon, they reached a shocking conclusion. The Galactic Empire’s greatest weapon in centuries, the Light-Hunting Weapon, which had been kept in reserve all this time, could each generate an astonishing one million pascals of force, enough to accelerate the decay of a star by two hundred million years.

According to the Galactic Empire’s fleet manufacturing standards, the reverse-nuclear device on a battleship—the mainstay of space warfare—can generate one hundred thousand pascals of power in a single full-energy discharge, already enough to destroy asteroids. Yet such a terrifying force pales in comparison to the Light-Hunting Weapon, making it seem like child’s play. A single Light-Hunting Weapon can match ten battleships. And the “Sunset” Titan carries five of these colossal weapons. In other words, a single salvo from this Titan could unleash over five million pascals of energy.

Even a large star system could be completely destroyed by such an unimaginable force.

And yet, the first use of these five Light-Hunting Weapons since their installation was merely aimed at a tiny near-Earth satellite. This satellite had just survived a massive atmospheric explosion, leaving it riddled with damage. But Luo Dongjie didn’t feel he was wasting such a powerful weapon. He believed he had made the correct decision.

Was that really the case?

On this small satellite, Yang Hao and Hun Yuan had just defeated the elite sword masters of the Wang family, and watched helplessly as Wang Mu met a tragic end. Yang Hao had even used up some of his inner elixir’s power for the first time and unleashed a legendary magical technique.

So many firsts had left Yang Hao in a state of excitement. Ever since meeting Hun Yuan, he finally felt like he had become a true master, a feeling that brought him immense joy, as if stepping into a brand-new life. But this joy would not last long.

Because when he looked up, beyond the sky and into the universe, he saw light—its rise and fall—and the operation of the Light-Hunting Weapon.

It was a kind of indescribable magnificence. Yang Hao was no stranger to light, having mastered sword techniques like “Aurora,” which manipulate light. Yet he had never seen such a spectacular display. It was as if the entire universe were flickering. The sunlight of Saint Bear’s star was gradually dimming, and silver streams of energy crossed the sky, slowly being absorbed into the Light-Hunting Weapon. Then, from the massive, terrifying barrel, an overwhelming ball of light erupted, heading straight toward Yang Hao.

Five Light-Hunting Weapons, five million pascals of energy unleashed!!

This was an unprecedented attack, one that would surely leave its mark in the colonial history of the Galactic Empire.

Yang Hao stared blankly at the spectacle in the sky. He knew what a Light-Hunting Weapon was—probably a rare knowledge in the entire universe—but even the most foolish person could imagine what would happen when such a massive energy ball struck the satellite.

Annihilation sounds simple, but who truly understands its meaning? When living beings, trees, and even solid rocks vanish under such immense power, no matter what happened here before, no matter what people once thought or dreamed of, everything will be reduced to nothingness. This is a real disappearance, a true end, leaving not even a trace behind—not even a speck of ash. Not only the things people can see, but even the gases, even the wandering souls in the air, will be completely destroyed.

This was the fate awaiting Yang Hao and the others. Yang Hao could do nothing. At this moment, no one could do anything. This was no simple atmospheric explosion. No matter how powerful Yang Hao’s magical abilities were, they were utterly powerless against the overwhelming force of the Light-Hunting Weapon.

It seemed that the group on the small satellite would not escape their doom. Even the satellite itself might cease to exist, remembered only in people’s memories.

Yang Hao, the Demon Bear Squad, Hun Yuan, who still had unfinished vengeance, and even Saint Bear itself, would not be spared. When the Imperial forces launched their “Final Salvo,” even before the full energy discharge, the immense force had already pushed Saint Bear out of its original orbit.

Only today did Yang Hao truly witness the greatest spectacle in the universe. Back at the advanced academy on Laiman Star, teachers often said that the Galactic Empire was the greatest force in human history for altering the cosmos. But seeing the incredible power of the Imperial fleet today, capable of changing the entire star system’s operation with a single salvo, was truly breathtaking.

“My god!” Yang Hao shouted, forgetting his own perilous situation and marveling at the spectacle. “How magnificent! So magnificent! So this is the power of humanity!”

“Marvelous, my foot! We’re about to die!” Hun Yuan was in a terrible mood. Though a cultivator, he had no means to resist such technological might. Thinking that he would die before achieving his goals was extremely frustrating. “If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have followed you around. Now I’ll die without even a whole body left.”

“Pfft, you don’t even have a body to begin with!” Yang Hao, watching the Light-Hunting beam drawing closer, felt strangely unafraid and sarcastically replied, “Besides, if you weren’t possessing me, where else could you go? At most, you’d become a wandering ghost.”

But Hun Yuan was not convinced and even revealed a secret he had never spoken of before: “Maybe I could have gone into hiding with the gods long ago.”

“The gods?” Yang Hao muttered absentmindedly, as if the word might somehow save him from this crisis. Truthfully, there was even a Saint Bear god on Saint Bear, but it seemed helpless against the current situation.

But Hun Yuan didn’t seem impressed by the Saint Bear: “I’m talking about the real gods.” Taking advantage of the brief moments before death, he poured out all his regrets. “Back when I was wandering around, I once met some real gods. They had amazing powers. I begged them to help me get revenge, but they said the gods no longer interfere with lower beings.”

“Lower beings!” Yang Hao was stunned. He scratched his nose, slowly realizing they were referring to humans. People always called themselves advanced beings, but suddenly being labeled as “lower beings” was hard to accept.

Hun Yuan ignored Yang Hao’s reaction and continued, “These gods offered to take my soul with them and retreat deep into the cosmos. What a great opportunity! I could have gone from being a ghost to becoming a god. But I was foolish back then, obsessed with revenge, and I refused. Now I’m facing complete annihilation. How unlucky.”

Yang Hao’s eyes caught sight of the Light-Hunting beams, like the gathering of ten thousand suns, now covering the entire sky above the small satellite. The sky and the ground were glowing blindingly bright. Yet, a faint hope flickered in his heart: “You say these gods are really that powerful? What exactly are they?”

Hun Yuan had already given up completely. He no longer thought about escaping, only wishing to spend the final moments talking with Yang Hao: “The universe is filled with all kinds of beings. The lower ones, like animals and plants, have no thoughts or intelligence. Slightly more advanced ones, like humans or the Bear People, possess intelligence and can control their destinies, but we lack innate powers. We need to cultivate or modify ourselves to gain extraordinary abilities. But there are even higher life forms—the gods. They are the ultimate beings in the universe. Each race of gods possesses innate abilities. They don’t need to cultivate. They are born with divine powers far beyond human reach. Some of the more powerful gods can even reshape the heavens and the earth effortlessly.”