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Chapter 1259: Chakravartin: I was wrong

But now, an unprecedented wave of fear arose in the heart of the Chakravartin. The belief that he was once indestructible and that he was invincible in the world was now like a candle in the wind, swaying and about to go out.

Alora, who was once regarded as an ant by him, has now transformed herself into a vast and boundless karmic fire storm in an unimaginable way. This power not only comes from her personal despair and anger, but also draws on the karma in the endless universe as fuel, as if to burn the entire existence to ashes.

This flame has no boundaries and no end, as if it will swallow up the entire universe.

Her body was long gone, leaving only this pure and destructive power, wreaking havoc in the pure white space, leaving no gap for escape.

Alora's eyes had turned into two balls of blazing flames. That was the core of the karmic fire, the product of the resonance between her soul and the laws of the universe after she had given up all hope of survival.

Her body dissipated in the fire of karma, turning into countless tiny flames, each of which carried her will and unwillingness, and rushed towards the Chakravartin.

These karmic fires are different from ordinary flames. They can penetrate matter, strike the soul directly, and drag all visible and invisible things into the vortex of destruction.

Upon seeing this, the Chakravartin hurriedly mobilized all his strength, and black and white light burst out from his body.

These lights were like sharp blades, cutting through the surrounding hellish fire, trying to open up a way to escape.

However, the karmic fire condensed by Alora was too huge and too deep, as if the sins of the entire universe were condensed there. Every second, countless karmic fires were created and pushed towards the Chakravartin.

Although the black and white light of the Chakravartin was powerful, it seemed so small and powerless in front of the endless karmic fire.

It can only extinguish a portion of the karmic fire temporarily, and more flames will surge like a tide, as if there will be no end.

These karmic fires are formed by the sins he has committed and the karma he has accumulated over countless epochs.

These karmas may not be completely cleared even after countless kalpas, let alone at this moment, in this cage woven by Alora and the will of the universe.

He continued to attack, constantly consuming his own strength, but he could only watch helplessly as the fire of karma got closer and more intense.

Every time the light and the karmic fire collided, it would cause a violent vibration, as if the entire space was shaking and wailing.

The heart of the Chakravartin was filled with despair and unwillingness. He could not understand why he had fallen into such a desperate situation.

He is clearly the truth of the universe and the controller of this world. Why would he be forced to such a point by a once insignificant life?

He kept asking himself, kept looking for answers, but all he got was deeper fear and stronger despair.

Alora's voice echoed in the flames of karma, carrying endless anger and sorrow: "King of the Chakravartin, you once caused me pain, you once committed a crime, today is the day for you to pay back your debt!"

Her voice was like thunder, shaking the heart of the Chakravartin, leaving him unable to escape or deny.

The karmic fire surged towards the Chakravartin like a tide, wave after wave. Every impact made his body more broken and weaker.

The Chakravartin tried to resist with his own strength, but the karmic fire was like a maggot attached to his bones, penetrating every hole and corroding his body and soul.

He felt unprecedented pain, which was a torment from the depths of his soul and a destruction of the essence of life.

The Chakravartin began to realize that he might not be able to escape this disaster. A strong premonition emerged in his heart, a premonition of death, a premonition that eternal darkness would soon swallow him up. He couldn't believe it, he couldn't accept it, he kept telling himself that he was the Chakravartin, he was the true God, he couldn't die here!

However, the reality was cruel. The body of the Chakravartin was broken into pieces, and his strength was almost gone. He tried to struggle, tried to resist, but everything seemed so powerless and futile.

He could only watch helplessly as the flames of karma devoured him and everything he once had turned to ashes.

"Impossible! I am God! I am the truth! How can I die!"

The roar of the Chakravartin echoed in the empty and twisted space. Every word seemed to be drenched in despair and unwillingness, shaking the invisible air.

His once invincible body was now struggling helplessly, his limbs waving wildly in the air, as if trying to grab something to stop this irreversible fate.

But no matter how hard he tried, the invisible shackles - Alora's fire of hell, were like a giant hand from the abyss, tightly strangling his throat, leaving him no room for resistance.

"Even if it's the truth, I will burn it!"

Alora's voice rang out in the flames of hell, carrying a sense of determination and madness.

She poured all her will into the karmic fire, allowing this power to reach an unprecedented peak. Surrounded by the karmic fire, the Chakravartin finally couldn't bear the burden and fell to the ground.

His body made a sizzling sound as it was burned by the wicked fire. That was the sound of his soul and body being destroyed at the same time.

The luster gradually faded in the eyes of the Chakravartin. The light that was once filled with ambition and dominance was now filled with emptiness and fear.

His breathing became rapid and weak, and every breath he took was like struggling to draw oxygen from the abyss of hell.

He tried to stand up again, but his body would not allow him to do so. He could only lie on the ground and watch the flames completely engulf him.

The pale space around it began to be unable to withstand the impact of this force. Cracks spread rapidly like a spider web. The structure of the space seemed to be completely broken, revealing the stars and the universe outside.

That was the vast world once ruled by the Chakravartin. Countless planets and galaxies trembled under his will, and countless lives were born and died under his authority.

But at this moment, all of this became so distant, so strange, as if it had never really belonged to him.

He could only watch it drift away from him and watch the flame of his life extinguished in the fire of karma.

At this final moment, countless scenes from the past emerged in the mind of the Chakravartin.

In these endless memories, the Chakravartin finally realized his mistake.

He realized that all this was a cycle of cause and effect and that he had caused the evil consequences.

"I was wrong...I was really wrong..."

The King of the Wheel of Time murmured in a low voice, his voice filled with endless regret and despair. He tried to use this final confession to exchange for a little forgiveness, but there was no wavering in Alora's eyes.

(End of this chapter)