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Chapter 1257 The True Face of the Chakravartin

The karmic fire took the opportunity to enter, spreading rapidly along these cracks, gradually corroding the body of the Wheel-Turning King. However, in just a few seconds, half of his originally smooth skin was dyed a deep black, as if it had been completely swallowed by the darkness.

"How dare you... do this!"

The roar of the Chakravartin echoed in the space, his voice filled with uncontrollable anger and unwillingness.

All the strength in his body exploded completely at this moment, and a dark vortex formed outside his body. The vortex was like a black hole, madly devouring everything around it, even the space was distorted into pieces.

Faced with this sudden black hole, Alora did not dare to be careless at all. She knew very well that once she was sucked into it, the consequences would be disastrous.

So, she quickly mobilized the karmic fire in her body, turned it into a thick shield, and wrapped herself tightly to resist the powerful attraction of the black hole.

The blazing fire of karma formed a sharp contrast with the darkness of the black hole. The contest between the two made the entire space tremble.

The power of a black hole is like a giant beast in the abyss, silent but deadly. Its gravity distorts time and space, and even light cannot escape its bondage.

In this area swallowed by darkness, even Alora's blazing fire seemed so fragile, as if it could be extinguished at any time by the endless devouring power of the black hole.

The light of the karmic fire flickers on the edge of the black hole, like a candle in the wind, and every flicker seems to tell the story of the difficulty and perseverance of survival.

The power of the black hole was so strong that it was suffocating. The figure of the Chakravartin completely disappeared as it was swallowed by the black hole, as if he was imprisoned in the darkness forever.

However, just when Alora thought that the Chakravartin would fall and completely disappear in the dust of the universe, the center of the black hole seemed to be suddenly awakened by some mysterious force, and burst out with an unprecedented dazzling white light.

The light was so strong that even Alora's eyes, which had been honed by countless battles, could not help but squint to avoid being hurt.

The white light spread rapidly like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, completely suppressing the all-consuming darkness of the black hole, and then transformed it into a white hole emitting holy light, as if it was a new door to the universe that was slowly opening.

The air around fluctuated violently due to this sudden change, forming ripples visible to the naked eye, and even the surrounding space seemed to be distorted.

Alora's long hair danced wildly in the wind.

She instinctively took a few steps back, her feet leaving tiny cracks on the ground. Her body was tense and all the energy in her body was surging, ready to deal with whatever might happen next.

Accompanied by a low and long roar, the sound seemed to cross the barriers of time and space, coming from the distant past and the future at the same time, shaking everyone's heart.

Then, a silvery-white body slowly emerged from the white hole, like a glacier slowly melting under the moonlight, revealing a cold and mysterious beauty.

The faint cold light emanating from this body made the surrounding air seem to solidify, and even time slowed down at this moment.

The five fingers of the Wheel King gradually grew longer, sharp as eagle claws, flashing with cold light, as if they could tear through space and hold the fate of all things. His eyes were as red as blood, with a look of brutal killing intent and a hint of indescribable wisdom.

What is even more disturbing is that his eye sockets are surrounded by a circle of deep darkness, which forms a sharp contrast with the silver-white body, as if it is the boundary between two worlds. Once people take a look at it, they will involuntarily fall into it and feel endless fear and despair.

The silver-white skin from below his nose to his chest, which should have been as smooth as a mirror, suddenly rolled up, revealing a dark color inside, like an ancient skeleton.

This darkness seemed to contain endless secrets and power, as if it was the deepest darkness in the universe. When people looked at it, they would feel a chill in their hearts, as if they were about to be sucked into an endless abyss.

The black and silver intertwined to form a strange and terrifying beauty, as if a god returned from the abyss, which was both frightening and made people want to get closer to explore the secrets behind him. However, he also had a sacred aura that made it impossible to look directly at him.

"Chakravartin, A.Sura!"

A deep and powerful voice echoed in the void. It was the voice of the Chakravartin himself, full of determination and dominance.

The posture of the Chakravartin is completely different from his previous image as Chakyapatti.

And that sacred and amiable golden Buddha, that huge and majestic golden body, is nothing more than a disguise he uses to maintain his divinity and shock all living beings.

As the supreme ruler of the universe, he must maintain his sacredness and dignity, and use his golden image to make all things feel awe and not dare to have the slightest thought of resistance.

However, at this moment, he has completely abandoned these constraints and revealed his true self to the world.

He knew that he had no way out, and only by going all out could he defeat Alora and get everything back on track!

In this decisive battle with Alora, he cannot have the slightest hesitation or retreat, otherwise what awaits him will be endless darkness and destruction.

He already knew that Alora was the result of his own karma.

In the universe countless years ago, time seemed to have lost its meaning, and the succession of eras was like products on an assembly line, constantly being created and destroyed.

The Chakravartin, the self-proclaimed ruler of the universe, has raised his hand countless times and with a slight wave, he has decided the life and death of the entire universe.

His power transcends time and space and he is truly omnipotent.

However, it is this very power that also makes him bear an unimaginable causal burden.

In those eras that were ended by his own hands, countless lives wailed in despair, the will of the planets trembled in anger, and even the will of the universe itself developed unprecedented hostility towards him.

These emotions, these resentments, did not dissipate with the passing of life. Instead, they gathered into a huge karma, like an undercurrent surging in every corner of the universe, waiting for the opportunity for revenge.

They chose Allura and came to collect the debt from them.

However, the Chakravartin was not afraid at all.

He sneered, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule.

Even the karma accumulated over countless epochs could not defeat him.

Those karmas are nothing but the remnants of the ants, planetary wills, and cosmic wills that he had killed for countless epochs.

They couldn't resist him when they were alive, so what could the remaining karma do after they died?

(End of this chapter)