RUMBLE!!!!!!!!!!!
From every corner of the Abyss, the towers blazed with blinding brilliance. Streams of radiant light surged upward, and from each tower, a faint trace of golden glow began to spread, weaving across the skies like rivers of divine power. The light was so intense, it could blind the eyes of lesser beings—yet, to mortal cultivators, it was completely invisible.
Even within the Pure Land, those at the Divine Limited Realm saw nothing. Only a subtle stirring in the air.
The True Gods could sense something—a divine pressure slowly coiling through the atmosphere—but even they could barely make out the golden light that shimmered just beyond perception. Only the Ancient True Gods could truly see it—the flowing gold, majestic and profound—but not even they could touch it.
It was beyond them.
This golden formation was drawing power from every corner of the Abyss, and the towers, meticulously placed in advance, served as the conduits—gathering that immense force and directing it toward the Pure Land.
And there, at the center, the Divine Extinction, Divine Limited, True Gods, and Ancient True Gods all worked in silent unison—purifying the vast collected energy, refining it into something pure, controlled… and terrifying.
And then, all of it surged forward—a mighty river of divine power.
Toward the center. Toward him, toward Mo Su.
Positioned at the exact heart of the formation, he stood motionless, as the golden radiance gathered from across the realm rushed toward him like a divine flood, impossible to resist, unstoppable in its might.
RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
BOOOOOMMMMM!!!!
In Yun Che's eyes, the red hue of the setting sun over the Pure Land vanished completely, swallowed by the overwhelming tide of gold that flooded the heavens and earth.To the others, this divine spectacle was hidden.But Yun Che… he saw it all.
"So… this is faith," Yun Che murmured, his voice barely audible as he gazed at the storm of golden brilliance pouring into Mo Su.
Yes—this golden light was not mere energy. It was the collective faith of the Abyss.
The faith of an entire world—devotion, reverence, belief—channeled into one being.
Even though Yun Che, the infamous Fog Monarch, had shaken the Abyss with his name, even though his rise had spread fear across the realm, the hearts of the people remained steadfastly loyal to their Monarch. Their belief in Mo Su had never wavered.
After all, no matter how terrifying Yun Che had become, he had always fled from Mo Su.To them, that was all that mattered.
And now, that unshakable faith was being drawn into the formation—its Laws twisted to carry the weight of the people's souls—and offered to their Monarch.
Within this blinding golden storm, Mo Su's wounded soul was healing at a terrifying speed. His essence—once torn and shattered—was now being restored by the very will of the Abyss itself.
From the very beginning—ever since Yun Che arrived—his deep understanding of the soul, coupled with his divine insight, had already shown him the truth: Mo Su was not at his peak strength.
Yun Che saw it instantly. Though the dreadful Gray Flame had long vanished, the wounds it had left on Mo Su's soul had not. Soul injuries were not so easily healed, not even for someone of Mo Su level. Mo Su had been fighting this entire time—not with his full power, but with a fractured soul.
With just a single glance, Yun Che had recognized it. And everything that happened afterward… only confirmed what he already knew.
Yun Che also understood what Mo Su wanted. But the real question was—did Mo Su understand what Yun Che wanted?
If Yun Che were to defeat Mo Su as he was now, unable to use his full power, then yes—Mo Su would still feel gratitude. He would still honor Yun Che for returning her soul and likely pledge loyalty out of duty and debt.
But that kind of loyalty… was born from gratitude. It was a repayment, not a reverence.
And what Yun Che desired—was not submission born from obligation. He sought something deeper. True loyalty. True submission.
The kind that comes only from awe. From respect. From a soul that bows not because it must—but because it believes.
Only by defeating Mo Su at his absolute peak, when he held nothing back, would Mo Su—and through him, the entire Abyss—truly submit to Yun Che.
That was why—from the very beginning—Yun Che's every action had been pushing Mo Su to go all out. To force him to recognize the gap in their strength. To make him unleash everything—even the trump card he never wanted to use.
All of it led to this moment.
As the golden glow that once flooded the heavens finally began to fade, its blinding brilliance slowly receding, Yun Che stood silently in the sky, eyes locked on the figure at the center of it all.
Mo Su slowly opened his eyes.
Behind him, ethereal worlds began to manifest once more, their radiance vast and endless. But this time—something was different.
If one looked closely, they would see not just the original worlds… But now, many more additional worlds, newly formed and glowing with power.
Each of these new worlds pulsed with distinctive Laws—Laws that Yun Che could instantly recognize.
They belonged to the High Priests.
These were not ordinary divine laws—they were forged from the very Laws of the Ancient True Gods who served under Mo Su. Their power now integrated into his own.
"It's been millions of years... since that day... To think that I would have to use this again..."Mo Su murmured to himself, his voice low and distant, as a torrent of power surged through his body—an overwhelming might that had slumbered for eons. Along with it came memories… jagged and agonizing, fragments of a past he had tried desperately to bury.
His eyes darkened. Yet he forced the pain down, suppressing it into silence.
Shaking the remnants of those memories away, Mo Su lifted his gaze.
In that instant, the weaker divine Laws that governed the Pure Land trembled. The world itself recoiled beneath his divine pressure. His eyes—profound and ancient—swept across the horizon, and reality bent beneath their weight.
"Ahh... ahh..."
Now that the formation was complete, the dazed minds of those present slowly returned to awareness. But as they looked up toward their Lord, the sight of him—his divine form fully awakened—sent spasms through their souls.
It was as if mere mortals were gazing upon the one and only True God in existence.
Previously, only those with weak cultivation would tremble when gazing upon someone of vastly higher power. But this time… even the Ancient True Gods felt it.
They knew.
They had succeeded.
By gathering the faith of the entire Abyss and pouring it into a single vessel—into their one and only Lord—Mo Su had transcended. That boundless faith had become divine power, cleansing his body and soul of all lingering injuries. And with that purified vessel, he continued to absorb the Laws themselves, merging them, bending them, and manifesting their power into his own.
Mo Su… had stepped into an entirely new realm—one that none had ever set foot in before.
A realm beyond even True Gods.
Yet, despite this unimaginable ascension, it was only temporary. This state would not last.
Eventually, it would fade… and his body would return to its former limits.
But for now… It was enough.
Enough to crush all that existed beneath the heavens. Enough for the world to witness the true strength of their mighty Monarch.
This— This is Mo Su's true power.
The mortals were all shaken to their core.
As Mo Su merely lifted a single hand—so effortlessly, so calmly—what should have been an ordinary motion erupted with an overwhelming, boundless pressure. A surge of profound energy swept through the void, far surpassing anything the Abyss had ever witnessed.
And then, with a movement as fluid as water yet as absolute as fate, a barrier took form—vast, immovable, and flawless. It unfolded silently, shielding all the Gods and cultivators behind it.
And then...
RUMBLEEEEEEEEE—!!
CRACKKKKKKK!!
RUMBLEEEEEEEE—!!!
Step by step, Mo Su walked forward.
With each footfall, the void itself trembled. Cracks spiderwebbed through the fabric of space, unable to contain the ever-expanding force of his awakened power. Spatial storms burst into existence and swirled violently around him like howling tempests, yet not a single strand of his long hair was disturbed.
Then, his blade appeared once more—silent and regal in his grasp.
And in the very next instant, he stood before Yun Che. The two faced each other in the skies above all creation.
And as their eyes met... it was as if time itself dared not move.
Like two gods staring across the edge of eternity.
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Some time ago, within the Pure Land—just as chaos erupted with Yun Che's arrival—a form emerged.
Traceless. Undetectable. Silent as the void.
It descended upon a place that no one guarded on the outside. Yet, the place was heavily guarded on the inside by the Heavenly Treasure Spirits. The most secure sanctum within the entire Pure Land—the one place forbidden to all save the Abyssal Monarch himself and those bound closest to him by blood or fate.
Before the figure, layers upon layers of vast, intricate barriers loomed. Within them surged the power of the Laws of Time and Space, woven so tightly that even time itself seemed utterly frozen, motionless for all eternity.
"So... this is the Cradle that Caili spoke of..." the figure murmured, his eyes narrowing as he gazed into the suspended void before him.
Then, from the center of his palm, a flame ignited—without color, without aura.
A flame that, just like him, left no trace.
Even the Heavenly Treasure Spirits dwelling within the sacred barrier, those ancient existences who could perceive the whisper of dust across planes... did not sense his presence.
But in the next breath—
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!!!!!!!!
Even without detection, the flame's intrusion into the barrier's laws sent subtle tremors through the fabric of their domain. The Spirits did not know what had entered… but they could feel it. The Cradle had been breached.
And just as they prepared to send word to Mo Su—
Their ancient souls trembled.
Because in that moment... they felt her presence.
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Time stretched in suffocating silence as the two figures hovered in the sky, gazes locked—unmoving, unwavering.
It was as if the heavens themselves dared not breathe.
And then, at last… Mo Su slowly raised the hand that gripped his sword, lifting it high above his head. The motion was neither fast nor fierce, yet the moment the blade tilted toward the sky, the firmament above began to tremble.
Cracks hissed through the air—though he had not yet struck.
The sky... felt as if it had already been pierced.
Thunder rolled in the distance, but it was not thunder. It was fear.
And then—
"Let this Monarch remind you once more, Yun Che," Mo Su's voice echoed across the shattered world, calm and cold as a divine decree. "You will not be able to block this attack."
"Your previous tricks… will not save you."
"This strike bears not only all of my strength… but the combined power of the entire Abyss."
RUMBLEEEEEEEEE—!!!
At his declaration, the sword in Mo Su's hand blazed with divine brilliance. The golden light it released burst forth like the wrath of creation itself, surging past the skies of the Pure Land.
It did not merely illuminate—it consumed.
The light spread like a tidal wave of divinity, cascading over every plane and every boundary. It reached through the fractured heavens and the crumbling void, and even the distant outer rim of the Endless Fog Sea was ignited in its glow.
And in that moment, every soul within the Abyss—be they God, True God, mortal—felt it.
The vast might. The suffocating pressure. The presence of their Lord.
Upon witnessing the scene before him, Yun Che's expression finally shifted—for the first time since his arrival, his face turned truly solemn.
Without a word, he raised the Heaven Smithing Devil Emperor Sword.
"BOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!"
In that instant, his profound energy surged forth with earth-shattering force. It wasn't a gradual release—it was an eruption. A detonation.
Yet strangely… there was no shockwave, no visible burst. Instead, the space around Yun Che shattered again and again, collapsing into itself like fragile glass caught in a storm of divinity.
No… it wasn't just space.
In Mo Su's eyes, even the Laws—the fundamental threads that governed the Abyss—began to tremble.
As if the moment Yun Che unleashed his power, the Laws themselves recoiled in primal terror.As if they were being watched… by something far beyond them.
And then—
"Come."
Yun Che's voice was calm, resolute. Lifting his sword high, his stance unwavering, he awaited the inevitable collision.
And in that stillness, as Mo Su's divine light descended like the wrath of a true monarch, a whisper echoed through Yun Che's soul—
"Please live..."
It was Mo Su's voice. And then— The brilliant light came crashing down.
Mo Su did not ask where her Life Essence or soul resided—not after Yun Che had already spoken.
He said she was already in this world.
And for reasons even Mo Su could not fully explain, after witnessing all of Yun Che's actions today—his conviction, his madness, his resolve—he chose to believe him.
He trusted his words.
If Yun Che claimed that she had entered this world, then there no need for further talks since he possess a way to draw her Life Essence—or her soul—back into the body resting peacefully within the Cradle. There was no need for further words. There was only what must be done.
BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!
The golden sword energy erupted, slicing through all that dared stand in its path. As it swept forward, the very space before Mo Su was cleaved in two—a divine blade of annihilation ripping through realms.
As the golden light reached Yun Che—in the blink of an eye—the world seemed to stop.
And then—
CLANG!!
Yun Che stood firm, unshaken, as the titanic force crashed down upon him.
With both hands, he raised the Heaven Smithing Devil Emperor Sword, and in that instant, the collision shook the heavens.
His eyes gleamed with a radiant, deep purple, blazing like twin stars amidst the storm of light.
And then—it happened.
A draconic aura erupted from within him, vast and ancient, surging outward like a sleeping god awakened.
The roar of a true dragon echoed in silence—one that defied the heavens and screamed against fate itself.
BOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!
In less than the time it took for a thought to form, the strike had already passed as Mo Su closed his eyes.
The sword's energy—carrying with it all of Mo Su's divine might and the faith of the entire Abyss—had cut through the fabric of reality. From where Mo Su stood, everything ahead was reduced to absolute destruction.
Everything before Mo Su had been reduced to a storm of fragmented void and unraveling reality. The world in front of him was nothing but a field of cracking, spiraling chaos—a broken realm torn apart by divine might.
"It's just a pity… that it had to end this way."
Mo Su whispered these words within the silence of his mind, the weight in his chest heavier than the sword in his hand.
Slowly, he lowered the blade from its lofty height, its tip descending from the heavens until it pointed quietly toward the ground. Behind him, the newly forged Laws—drawn forth by the combined power of the Abyss—began to falter.
They trembled... then flickered... then faded.
The golden brilliance that cloaked his divine form began to recede, dissipating like mist beneath the morning sun. The terrifying, suffocating might that had once made the world hold its breath... was no longer there.
"Is… Yun Che… dead?"
Behind the absolute barrier, the assembled Gods whispered with bated breath, their gazes fixed upon the shattered sky and the collapsing void above.
And then—
RUMBLEEEEEEEEE—!!!!
The heavens groaned once more. A deep, thunderous rumble that rolled across creation.
All eyes turned skyward.
"Ah..."
"Gulp..."
Cold sweat ran down countless backs. Reverent gasps echoed across the vast expanse of the Pure Land as every being—God or mortal—lifted their gaze to the sky.
And what they saw left them breathless.
The heavens above… had been torn open.
From the aftermath of the Monarch's strike, they could feel it—the outside air rushing in. Air tainted with the Abyssal Dust, a substance that should never breach the borders of the Pure Land.
"Even… the Pure Land…"
"No… even the Abyss's sky… has been cut..."
"There's no way... Yun Che could have survived that..."
One single strike.
A strike infused with the full might of Mo Su, the Abyssal Monarch.
A strike fueled not only by his own divine power, but by the faith of all living beings in the Abyss.
And with it, he cleaved through everything—Yun Che, the skies of the Pure Land… and even the very fabric of the Abyss above.
This… is the power of the Grand Fate Divine Formation!
By gathering the faith of all living beings—refined through the will of the Gods—and concentrating it into a single vessel, it births a force that transcends the natural order.
A power that allows one being, chosen and burdened by the belief of all, to stand above destiny itself.
A being who carries the weight of all faith...
Can change the fate of the world!
Yet… just as Mo Su began to turn away—
A voice echoed through the skies. A voice that should not exist. A voice that tore through the silence and sent shockwaves across the entire Pure Land.
"That… was a great attack…""Unfortunately… it's not enough!"
BOOOOOOMMMMMMM—!!!
The shattered space ahead erupted once more, the remnants of destruction blasted aside like dust before a storm. From within the collapsed void—where only emptiness should have remained—a figure emerged.
Yun Che. His body… had been cut clean in half, bisected entirely by Mo Su's divine strike. Flesh, bone, even soul—severed without mercy.
And yet— There was no blood, no collapse.
Instead… the two halves of his form began to glow faintly, as if responding to an unseen will.
Not the golden brilliance of the Great Way of the Buddha.
But something far more primal. Piece by piece—his torn body, his sundered soul—reconnected, as if the laws of death themselves were being rewritten.
And then, whole once more, Yun Che raised his gaze. A faint smirk curved on his lips.