日日躁狠狠躁死你H

Translator: 549690339

Since self-destruction was not an option, what did that expression mean?

Could there be some sort of last-ditch effort that could turn the tables?

As Lin Xiao wondered, he saw Half-God Lars from the Snake People sitting in God’s seat stretching out his right hand, and in an instant, the whole Sanctuary lit up brightly. The blood clouds that blanketed the dome of the Sanctuary quickly dissipated, revealing behind them an enormous… but tattered-looking Scales of Shadow?

As Lars reached out to grasp it, the huge Scales of Shadow rapidly shrank into his hand, condensing into a small set of scales with a dark gold texture, covered in cracks.

With a mix of excitement, anticipation, and fear, and a gaze filled with an indescribable meaning, Lars looked at the tiny scales in his hand and said in a trembling voice,

“You think you’ve won? Delusional. Lars will show you how laughable all your efforts are in the face of fate!”

“Mad?”

Lin Xiao, Yan Renjie, and Wan Ying exchanged glances, seeing the confusion in each other’s eyes. They cautiously approached, ready to ask each other what was happening when they suddenly heard the urgent warning of their head teacher in their ears:

“Danger, leave immediately!”

Yan Renjie and Wan Ying heard the same warning from their own teachers. Though they didn’t know what was going on, they didn’t hesitate to follow their teachers’ advice. They quickly turned and ran, while also ordering their Clans to continue attacking the Divine Palace in hopes of causing a delay. Outside the Sanctuary, the three head teachers looked at Half-God Lars at the center of the Sanctuary with shocked expressions, specifically at the dark gold scales filled with cracks in his hands, their faces full of surprise:

“An ancient treasure has appeared in this realm, where did it come from?”

The other two head teachers shook their heads in unison. One of them, Qiao Liang, looked worriedly at his students and said in a low voice, “Scales-shaped ancient treasures usually relate to Judgment or other forms of adjudication, but it’s hard to say which kind this is.”

“I hope it’s for Judgment…”

On God’s seat, Lars looked down at the three golden figures fleeing rapidly with a mocking gaze, a cold smile on his lips. He lowered his eyes to the dark gold scales in his hand, his hesitation and fear intertwined, ultimately giving way to anticipation and deep hope. He took a deep breath and said solemnly,

“Judges of the destiny of all things, I call upon the authority of the holder to designate…”

His eyes lifted as he looked towards the escaping trio, his hesitation and fear giving way to determination. He shouted loudly,

“Let the scales render Judgment upon their destiny!”

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly exhaled two words:

“Destiny!”

As his voice dropped, the already cracked dark gold scales gained several more cracks. At the same time, an incomprehensibly profound fluctuation of the rules emerged from the scales and disappeared. The next second, Lin Xiao, who had escaped several miles away, felt an unimaginable force descend upon him, solidifying him in the void, unable to move. At the same time, he saw a huge shadow of scales appear out of thin air in front of him. He was standing on one end of the shadow of scales, while on the other end was a twisting, indistinct shadow that constantly changed shape.

At that moment, Lin Xiao felt an immense dread envelop him.

Yet, he was strangely calm. Amidst it all, information emerged in his mind, making it clear to him what his current state was.

He was currently within a Top-tier Heirloom—a damaged Scales of Judgement of Fate, undergoing the judgement of his own… destiny by the Scales of Judgement of Fate.

It wasn’t just him; everything within the Sanctuary was subject to judgement, be it the three Divine Beings or their clans, every Naga, Lava Lizardman, Harpy, or even every Fishman.

Furthermore, since this ancient relic was broken, even its current owner, the Snake People Demigod Gras, was no exception, having to face the Scales of Judgement of Fate as well.

Everyone understood the meaning of judgment and destiny, but together, they were not so easy to comprehend.

Judgement of destiny?

Judgment of fate?

Lin Xiao wasn’t sure either, but he was well aware that he had fallen into an extremely perilous situation.

Even though they were the damaged Scales of Judgement of Fate, they still consisted of a Top-tier Heirloom. Its strength was beyond the resistance of even a weakened True God, let alone a Divine Being like him who was not even a Demigod, so he had no other choice but to accept the judgement.

The small Scales of Shadow appeared harmless, as if one could step out of it with a single stride; indeed, one could do so, but to do that would be to resist judgement, and the consequences of that would be severe.

Lin Xiao obediently stood on one end of the scales, maintaining steady breathing as he watched the twisted shadow in the other scale, incomprehensible and indistinct. It was the Scales of Judgement of Fate analyzing and judging his destiny.

He also didn’t understand the principles and rules of this judgement—destiny was too mystical, even a True God with Powerful Divine Power couldn’t comprehend it. He, being just a small fry, could only passively await the outcome.

Not far away, Yan Renjie and Wan Ying were standing on one end of a Scales of Shadow, just like him, undergoing the judgment of their destinies as well.

In the distant center of the Divine Palace, the Snake People Demigod Gras, the owner of the Scales of Judgement of Fate, was also receiving judgement from the same.

Normally, the owner of an Ancient Treasure need not face judgement, but rather judges others. Unfortunately, the Scales of Judgement of Fate were too severely damaged; not only was the owner devoid of such privilege, but he also had to undergo judgement.

The judgement of destiny varied in speed; the weaker the strength, the quicker the judgement. Lin Xiao quickly saw the destinies of a large number of Fishmen in the swamp below coming to their verdicts.

In one of the small scales, a Fishman’s end suddenly started to descend slowly. The face of the Fishman on the scale showed an expression of horror, and as the Fishman’s side of the scale touched the bottom, the Fishman ‘popped’ into a cluster of flesh and blood.

In another set of scales, the Fishman’s end didn’t descend but instead began to rise. As the scale ascended to its peak, a bright golden glow burst forth, enveloping the Fishman. After the golden light disappeared, a far more robust Fishman was revealed. This Fishman had broken through the species’ limits as a Level 2 Fishman warrior and advanced to a Level 3 Fishman Leader.

The judgements of the destinies of Fishmen kept producing results; some scales rose while others fell. Those who descended either met a violent end or lost limbs, while those who ascended essentially received additional benefits. Not all could directly advance a whole level, but more or less, they still obtained certain advantages.

As more and more Fishmen faced the judgement of their destinies, the Harpies under Wan Ying began to change, one after another Scales of Shadow descending or…

Lin Xiao furrowed his brow. He noticed that it seemed all the Harpies’ scales were descending. He looked up at Wan Ying, whose fine, delicate face was filled with tension and fear.

This wasn’t a good sign.

But he quickly had no time to observe others, as the Destiny’s Scales began to affect his Nagas Clan and Yan Renjie’s Lava Lizardmen, with scales rising or falling, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

At least it wasn’t total annihilation..