GA: Chapter 156: A Vast and Magnificent Existence — Stars Circling All Around
Mórú felt like he was losing his mind.
Setting aside whether the other party was stronger or weaker than him — as long as this was Earth, there was simply no way he could win.
How was he supposed to fight when he couldn't even draw on any energy?
He could still use his own demonic energy — but any energy required interfacing with the rules of heaven and earth, borrowing the forces of the surrounding world.
Only through that could he release power strong enough to matter.
Every world had its own rules. Through his [System], he could perfectly adapt to those rules and express his full strength. But now the rules had abruptly changed, refusing to allow his access — which left him nothing but his own demonic energy channeled directly into his body. Close-range physical combat, and nothing else.
How was he supposed to fight like that?
His body was not his greatest asset.
"Can't you suppress this planet's rules?"
"It's just an ordinary planet. No matter how strong its blessing is — it can't be stronger than you, can it?"
Mórú gritted his teeth and directed the words inward at his [System].
"Ding — host query detected."
"Earth is special."
"Special, special — it's just a planet! What could possibly be special about it?!"
Mórú's voice was ice.
"Host's strength is insufficient. Unable to disclose."
The flat, emotionless mechanical voice sounded in his ear.
"Hmph!"
Mórú let out a cold snort, fixing his gaze on Bai Xuan with boundless killing intent in his voice.
"Next time — anywhere that isn't Earth — I will kill you."
"System. Get us out."
There was no point staying any longer. Leaving was the only rational choice.
"Ding — spacetime wormhole opening."
"Three... two... one... spacetime rule interference detected. Spatial rules have shifted. Three seconds required for analysis."
"DAMN IT—"
The moment Mórú heard the system's voice, whatever remained of his composure shattered completely. Pure savagery overtook him.
The feeling of being targeted by a planet's consciousness was absolutely disgusting.
This wasn't how a powerhouse fought anyone.
Bai Xuan was looking at Mórú with a slight frown — one moment threatening to kill him, the next making no move whatsoever.
What is he doing?
Then he noticed the spatial distortion — and understanding settled over him. He smiled quietly.
"Trying to flee? You'd need to actually be able to escape first."
The instant the words left him, an inexplicable force acted on Mórú. In the same moment of panic, he found that time itself seemed to have frozen — every limb, every part of his body, locked in complete stillness.
He could still think. But the sensation was overwhelmingly suffocating.
The battle had carried on through the night. Now, dawn was arriving.
The first light of the rising sun fell across the earth. Endless violet mist drifted in from the east. Melodious music rang down from the sky — as though a divine maiden plucked strings somewhere above — and ethereal shapes of celestial women formed from spiritual energy appeared from within flower baskets, scattering petals across the world below.
From the ground, countless golden lotus blossoms surged upward. Wherever they touched, boundless life followed.
Then — as if welcoming the arrival of a sovereign — mysterious symbols and inscriptions materialized throughout heaven and earth, appearing from nothing, colliding and intertwining as they circled around Bai Xuan, expressing a profound and intimate closeness.
Bai Xuan seemed not to notice any of it. He simply extended his index finger and lightly tapped the empty air.
Where his fingertip grazed the void, faint ripples spread. Then, under Mórú's disbelieving eyes, his body began to crumble — starting from his feet, spreading steadily upward, inch by inch.
His eyes blazed crimson. He poured everything he had — every last fragment of demonic energy — into resisting this strange destructive force, trying to repair his body.
But it was like dropping a stone into the ocean. Nothing happened. He could only watch as his existence continued to dissolve.
"No — no — NO!!!"
He roared in fury, refusing to accept this.
He still had so much left to do.
He hadn't yet defeated the Demon Ancestor — hadn't returned the humiliation a hundredfold.
Hadn't become the Demon Ancestor, hadn't reached the pinnacle of the demon race.
Hadn't stood at the summit, hadn't led the demon race across the myriad worlds.
He couldn't die like this. He absolutely couldn't.
"This world isn't a complete logical world — the existence of ghosts and demons reflects a certain degree of idealism. But trying to amplify one's own strength through emotion still requires acknowledgment from the rules of heaven and earth."
"And this is Earth."
Bai Xuan looked at Mórú's state and spoke without particular inflection.
Because this was Earth — if the measure of combat power became idealistic, only one person could be the subject of that idealism.
Him.
Mórú stared at Bai Xuan, his gaze growing unfocused.
Behind Bai Xuan — he seemed to glimpse something. An existence of incomprehensible vastness and magnificence, endless stars circling its form, each star a great world containing infinite living beings, infinite wonders manifesting within them. Countless gods, sages, and demon kings knelt in prostration at its side.
As if sensing his gaze, that magnificent existence turned its eyes toward him.
And then — Mórú died.
When half his body had crumbled, he simply died.
As if he had seen something beautiful — he died with a satisfied smile on his face.
Bai Xuan was faintly puzzled. He hadn't used any illusion technique — or had the other party conjured a final fantasy for themselves in their last moment?
Like something from a previous life — those lines that certain authors had written to shatter the hearts of countless readers:
There was no undying Desolate Holy Emperor of ten thousand ages — only a child whose supreme bone had been taken, dreaming a final dream of yellow millet in the moment of death.
There was no unrivaled Xu Fengnian — only a beggar on the road, living out his dying fantasy.
There was no heaven-covering Ye Tiandi — only a young man who visited Mount Tai and perished in an earthquake, lost in one last great dream before the end.
Insolent wretches, how dare you disturb my heart's path!
Just thinking about it made Bai Xuan shake his head despite himself. He absolutely refused to accept anything like that.
He turned — and found Master Nine already kneeling. Bai Xuan might have called it an illusion, but what he saw in Master Nine's expression looked like something he could only call faith.
"Violet mist from the east. Celestial maidens scattering flowers. Golden lotuses rising from the earth. The manifestation of countless rules — none of this is a mistake. These are omens that cannot be wrong."
"Not a sage descending to the mortal world. Not an immortal banished from heaven. Not a god or deity reincarnated."
"This is the evolution of the Dao. The Son of the Great Dao!"
No one could understand what Master Nine was feeling in that moment. Every Daoist spent their entire life in pursuit of the Dao.
In a Daoist's eyes, gods were made by the veneration of people. Immortals were cultivated by human effort.
What they truly had faith in was the Dao.
They believed every phenomenon in heaven and earth was an expression of the Dao — trees, flowers, birds, beasts, stars, the universe itself — all of it derived from the Dao.
As the Daoist scriptures recorded: the Dao was "the bond of the void, the root of creation, the source of the divine, the origin of heaven and earth" — "all things are born from it, the five elements are formed through it."
The universe, yin and yang, the five elements — all arose from it.
Throughout history, whenever a sage descended, an immortal returned, or a deity reincarnated, omens would manifest — but never in a radius as vast as what Bai Xuan had produced. It was as if the entire world were celebrating his arrival.
This was truly the descent of a Son of the Great Dao itself.
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