As the son of the leader of the Four Creation Gods, he was built different from the moment of his birth. He inherited a slight portion of the Power of Creation from his father, and his innate talent proved so extraordinary that he was acknowledged as the foremost genius across the entire God Race.
The only one who could ever stand as his equal was Pan Xiaodie, the unrivaled number one genius of the Devil Race. In time, however, he surpassed even her while she remained locked in slumber.
It could be said that if Yun Wuji were set aside, Mo Su stood as the sole being in the entire universe who possessed a genuine opportunity to ascend to the rank of Creation God through cultivation alone. Even the Creation Gods themselves and the Devil Emperors had not reached their realms through such means. They were born into that supreme state.
"..." Mo Su was dressed in a plain white robe. It was spotlessly clean and white as snow. He did not wear any pendants. His belt was spotlessly white, just like his robe, and his wide sleeves hung naturally below his waist like clouds on his left arm, which was a jade bracelet of indistinguishable material. It was as dark as night, yet dim and lightless.
At this moment, however, his originally handsome countenance, which had resembled mutton-fat jade so finely carved that it seemed almost otherworldly in its perfection, bore the marks of horrific damage. His facial features, sculpted with such grace and refinement that even the most delicate girl could not hope to rival their elegance, were now marred by gruesome injuries. Several gashes cut so deeply that bone gleamed through the torn flesh of his cheeks. Droplets of blood dripped steadily from his face, staining the otherwise white robe with crimson.
Mo Su's face twitched. His originally cold, lifeless eyes contracted sharply. He had never been someone who placed value on appearances or drew divisions between people based on such superficial things. The wounds disfiguring his face would not have troubled him in the slightest under ordinary circumstances. What provoked such an intense reaction was something else entirely. Faint, barely perceptible remnants lingered within those injuries. They persisted stubbornly, blocking his recovery and slowly devouring his flesh and blood from within.
Although he had the help of Ni Xuan, at the end of the day Mo Su was the creator of the Great Way of the Buddha. He cultivated it to its peak. Realistically speaking, his recovery should have been astonishingly fast. Even so, these injuries stubbornly refused to close or heal.
"You... are you the Abyss?"
For the first time in millions of years, his expression turned profoundly grave. He fixed his gaze on Yun Wuji and spoke in a low, deep voice. The nature of these wounds bore an uncanny resemblance to Abyssal Dust. That similarity instantly summoned the memory of the figure who had once made a deal with him long ago.
Back then, that person had never revealed their face or disclosed their name. They had simply made the agreement and declared that in five million years they would awaken. Now, witnessing Yun Wuji's control over the Abyssal Dust, Mo Su concluded this must be the very same individual.
He had known for a very long time that once that person awakened, they would certainly harbor deep enmity toward him. After all, despite doing their part, Mo Su betrayed them.
In every sense of the word, Yun Wuying was the real creator of the Abyss. She was the one who pulled away the Abyssal Dust, created a place for people to live, and made all the Abyssal Beasts remain within the Endless Fog. She was the one who created the Divine Inheritances, effectively opening the path for the creation of the Divine Kingdoms.
It was all thanks to her that the Abyss became what it was.
Mo Su, on the other hand, did nothing for the sake of the Abyss despite taking all the credit. He never bothered to govern it. On the contrary, because of his selfish actions, the entire world was on the brink of collapse, and even the laws Yun Wuying had set up were deteriorating. For the past hundreds of thousands of years, the Abyssal Beasts, which normally never left the Endless Fog, had begun venturing outside.
The Pure Land he created existed only for the day when Mo Su would face off against Yun Wuying, because he believed that she could only appear in places saturated with Abyssal Dust.
He knew clearly that once she awakened, filled with rage, she would drown the entire Abyss, including the Divine Kingdoms, effectively slaughtering all living beings except those within the Pure Land. He did not care in the slightest. To him, everyone was nothing more than tools.
So, in a sense, Yun Wuying was the hero here, and Mo Su was the villain.
"No, I am me," Yun Wuji tilted his head, looking slightly confused. After understanding his meaning. He crooked a finger toward Mo Su. "Hurry up and make your move. Otherwise you won't get another chance."
"Indeed," Mo Su nodded. The person before him was strong, very strong, but would he lose?
Nah, he'd win!
BOOMM!
His long white robe whipped violently in the surging air. He stomped down hard, and the space beneath his foot quaked like a twerking fat ass. His figure blurred, and in an instant he was before Yun Wuji.
Muscles swelled and corded along his arms. Black lightning crackled ferociously around his fists as the surrounding space shattered outward in jagged fragments, like a mirror smashed by an unforgiving blow, scattering shards of reality as fragile and fleeting as your pathetic dreams.
Rumble!
Yun Wuji raised a hand and caught the incoming fist with effortless calm. Violent shockwaves erupted outward from the point of impact, rippling through the Omnipresent Domain until the entire space shuddered and groaned. Cracks spiderwebbed across the void in an instant, spreading like fractures in fragile glass.
Mo Su was indeed strong, very, very strong. He was the strongest opponent Yun Wuji had ever faced. This single blow, if it had landed outside the Pure Land, would have reduced everything to dust. Perhaps the only thing left standing would have been the massive tower anchoring it.
For all his terrifying might, however, Mo Su did not rank among the most unforgettable adversaries Yun Wuji had faced.
The one who pushed Yun Wuji the hardest was, of course, Qianye Ying'er. That woman forced him to burn his blood just to escape, nearly ruining all his plans and pushing him to the brink of death. If not for the Light Profound Energy healing him, who knew how it would have ended.
'Tch. She really needs to be punished again. I will give her another round of spanking,' Yun Wuji ground his teeth as that memory surfaced, then paused. On second thought, spanking felt more like a reward than a punishment for her.
Now that he thought about it, Mo Su was not even in the top three of his most memorable enemies. After Ying'er, the one who pushed him the hardest was that insignificant figure from the Sun Moon Divine Hall back on the Blue Pole Star, the one who forced him to use the incomplete Deus Ex Machina.
Crack!
"Sigh, the good old days," Yun Wuji sighed, a hint of nostalgia slipping out. He tightened his grip, and the sound of crackling bones echoed. He tilted his head to the side just in time as Mo Su's other fist shot past his ear. "If that had landed anywhere else, I wouldn't have bothered dodging. But that's my face you're aiming for, you know?"
"???" Question marks practically popped over Mo Su's head. What in the nine hells was this man even talking about?
The next instant, the Abyssal Monarch's eyes widened in pain. A searing, ripping agony detonated deep in his abdomen. He looked down and saw Yun Wuji's leg buried to the thigh in his gut, internal organs mangled and compressed.
BOOMM!!
Mo Su rocketed backward like a cannonball launched from a siege engine, hurtling across the boundless expanse of the Domain. When he finally came to a stop, he clutched his ruined stomach with both hands. His face drained of color as fresh blood poured from his nose and mouth in thick streams.
"Do not bother asking. I already know I am strong. After all, I am me," Yun Wuji's voice drifted from directly behind him.
Another punch followed, this one aimed at his spine. A nasty crack echoed through the air, the kind of sound you usually start hearing once you hit your thirties.
"Aghh!" Each attack Yun Wuji landed amplified the pain his enemies felt by thousands of times. Even with his iron will, Mo Su groaned involuntarily as his body was smashed downward, only to be stopped by Yun Wuji's knee slamming straight into his face.
BOOM!!
BOOM!!
BOOM!!
Yun Wuji flickered in and out of existence, appearing from every conceivable angle, punching, kicking, elbowing. The Abyssal Monarch was ragdolled through the void, bones shattering into countless fragments with each brutal impact.
"I… I cannot die." Drenched in his own blood—so thoroughly that his once-pristine white robe had darkened to a deep crimson. Mo Su was hoisted up by the throat. Yun Wuji regarded him impassively as the broken man whispered in a trembling voice. "Xiaodie… I am so close… Xiaodie… Xiaodie…"
Even in this wretched, mangled state, his eyes burned with unyielding determination and obsession. Though he stared directly at Yun Wuji, his gaze seemed to pierce far beyond, locked on a distant place.
The desire and obsession he held for Pan Xiaodie, the woman who had risked everything to save him back then, ran as deep as the Abyss itself.
"You really are obsessed with Pan Xiaodie, aren't you?" Yun Wuji's faint smile vanished. He understood the depth of this man's feelings perfectly well, but understanding did not equate to sympathy. He felt no trace of pity toward him.
Because of this man, Yun Wuji had lived under pressure since the moment he arrived in this world as a child. He had plotted and calculated every possible path to maximize his gains, all to defeat him and put an end to this bastard.
Fortunately, aside from a few minor setbacks, his plans bore fruit. He had reached this point and crushed the final boss effortlessly.
"How… how do you know about her?" Mo Su glared, trying to move his broken arms to grab Yun Wuji, failing miserably. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "You are… from the other side?"
"Indeed," Yun Wuji nodded. "I am feeling generous today. After taking your power, I will let you live long enough to see her wake up."
"And you will fuck her before him?" Hei Xiaolian suddenly asked.
"…" Yun Wuji, Li Suo, Shen Xi.
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