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White feathers fluttered and scattered.

Su Changxing appeared at the upper side of the towering pavilion, his skin ashen gray, nails sharpened and lengthened, eyes gone blood-red, looking like a Zombie.

Through his Corpse Transformation Ability, he could briefly turn himself into a Zombie-type creature, massively boosting all his basic attributes.

After breaking through Tier Five, all his attributes had already surpassed fifty, approaching sixty, and his Physique had even reached a value of sixty-seven.

Such a Physique, though not on par with a Titan Giant, absolutely surpassed the vast majority of species.

And after activating Corpse Transformation Status, Su Changxing’s attributes skyrocketed, basically all exceeding sixty, with his Physique reaching a terrifying value of seventy-eight.

The higher basic attribute values went, the harder they were to increase, and every single point of improvement was a qualitative change.

An increase of more than ten points was an unimaginable leap; calling it a Life Level ascension was not an exaggeration.

With his current Physique, he could even achieve rebirth from a drop of blood; to kill him, one would have to completely annihilate every part of his body in a very short time.

Because of his Position, Su Changxing was now even harder to die; even if his main body was utterly destroyed, as long as a Clone remained, he could be reborn.

Only, what kind of process that would be was unknown.

”Monster.” The Hundred Teachings Saint looked at Su Changxing’s appearance and said with contempt.

Su Changxing didn’t care in the slightest about such mockery, chuckling lightly, ”And you are no different. You, too—humans who have grown this powerful are monsters by nature.”

Extraordinary itself is a process of going from human to non-human.

When Power reaches the extreme, one sheds the identity of being human, becoming perhaps a Divine Spirit, or some other species of higher Life Level.

A long, blood-red Scythe appeared in his left hand. He leapt high, swung the blade down; his figure split into seven, and seven turned into forty-nine.

In an instant, the space before the pavilion was filled with scythe-wielding shadows. Su Changxing swung thousands upon thousands of blades, releasing his Power with maximum efficiency, pouring it all toward the Hundred Teachings Saint.

Their Domains clashed and formed a brief equilibrium, but Su Changxing sensed the Hundred Teachings Saint’s terrifying nature; his Domain contained vast, majestic Power, though its underlying rules were not as complete as the ones Su Changxing had constructed.

Su Changxing could already amplify Concentrating to more than two hundred times, but that was the limit of this Ability.

The clash of terrifying Power caused violent spatial convulsions, and the entire pavilion was leveled in an instant.

Numbness, dizziness.

Su Changxing, scythe in hand, stood amidst the ruins, half his body already gone, yet no blood spilled. His flesh recovered at a visible speed; within a few breaths, his missing left hand and left leg grew back.

”You are not my match.” The Hundred Teachings Saint spoke calmly, looking at Su Changxing with indifference, hands clasped behind his back, completely unscathed.

In the battle just now, Su Changxing had indeed been at a total disadvantage; half his body was destroyed.

Yet that instead gave Su Changxing some confidence. He now roughly understood the other’s strength. Though much stronger than him, at least they were still on the same level.

This was not a battle utterly devoid of hope.

That the World of Heaven could give birth to a Saint was enough to prove its deep foundation.

The world’s Power system was often pyramid-shaped; the higher one climbed, the fewer people there were, until it reached an ultimate limit—a limit that the people of this world could never break on their own, unless some external force descended.

A ferocious grin split Su Changxing’s face. ”Regretting provoking me, aren’t you? Didn’t expect my strength to be this great, did you?”

Starlight blazed in the Hundred Teachings Saint’s eyes, merging with the cluster of stars in this sky. Just by standing there, he was like ten thousand phenomena unfolding:

”Regret?”

”Of course I don’t regret it. On the contrary, you interest me greatly. A Saint is called a Saint because beneath the Saint, all are dust; a being that can be looked up to but never reached.”

”Yet you have broken this constraint. Not a Saint, but wielding power that rivals a Saint’s—such a thing has never existed from ancient times till now.”

Humans are inherently creatures of intense desire. The higher they climb, the more they crave; the more they crave, the more they yearn to climb higher.

Extraordinary are the same. They do not extinguish their desires; instead, they drive them to extremes in a particular direction.

The Hundred Teachings Saint looked to be in excellent health, appearing at most forty or fifty years old, yet since becoming a Saint he had already lived for an unknown number of years, likely several thousand.

”You must understand that people are, in the end, still people. When I first became a Saint, I was full of lofty ambition, determined to shatter the limits of Life, to reach heights no predecessor had attained.”

”Time can wear down all resolve. Later, I gave up, realizing it was impossible—at least for a human. Humans themselves are a pitiful race, fancying themselves extraordinary, yet no different from dust.”

The Hundred Teachings Saint’s face grew old at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his vast aura rose once more. This stretch of heaven and earth lay entirely within his grasp, pressing down on Su Changxing’s head like a crushing weight.

...

In a certain room, a huge Bronze Mirror on the wall reflected this scene. Only a few people were in the room, all dressed in gray daoist robes, looking extremely nervous.

A little pretty boy with fair skin and well‑defined features, wearing the same gray Daoist robe, said doubtfully, ”That Demon shouldn’t be a match for Ancestor, right?”

The atmosphere at the scene was very heavy; they couldn’t really make out the situation either.

”Hard to say. Ancestor may be a Saint, but the fact that that Demon can kill so many people is enough to show his true strength.”

”By rights, that Demon shouldn’t be Ancestor’s match, so why have they been locked in a standoff for so long?”

The Hundred Teachings Saint was probably the only Saint in the World of Heaven, and also the most powerful existence.

This battle concerned the fate of two worlds. If the Hundred Teachings Saint L could kill that Demon, that would of course be good; they’d be able to smoothly transfer back to the ancestral land.

But if the Hundred Teachings Saint is not that Demon’s match... the consequences would be unimaginable.

...

Boom～～

A tremendous impact sounded; the entire mountain peak was flattened with a single palm, and Su Changxing was slapped back into the ground once again.

The strength displayed by the Hundred Teachings Saint was extremely formidable; even placed among the world’s Extraordinary, he was likely a top‑tier existence.

Su Changxing was practically in a state of getting beaten the whole time, forced to defend passively, relying on his Domain again and again to soften the Hundred Teachings Saint’s attacks.

Su Changxing’s incomplete fleshly body recovered once more; like someone who was perfectly fine, he looked toward the Hundred Teachings Saint and asked:

”By rights, with the strength of your World of Heaven, you shouldn’t be this afraid of the Blood Moon.”

The Hundred Teachings Saint merely gave Su Changxing a cold glance and didn’t answer, but Su Changxing still relied on the Eye of Data to analyze it.

The World of Heaven’s power system was built upon the so‑called Inheritance Tree, that enormous Golden Tree whose leaves flickered with golden glimmers.

It was precisely because of this that they had no ability to resist the Blood Moon; the Blood Moon’s power would directly erode the Golden Tree, causing damage to the foundation of their strength.

The World of Heaven might be powerful, but in the face of the Blood Moon it was vulnerable to a single blow. If they didn’t transfer away, they would quickly perish at an unimaginable speed, turning this place into another world of the Blood Moon.

Seeing the other side remain silent, Su Changxing continued, ”A power system that clings to other creatures like this, riddled with huge flaws—what’s the point of its existence? It certainly doesn’t need to be spread.”

At this, a strange smile appeared on the Hundred Teachings Saint’s face, both mocking and sneering. ”Su Changxing, you’re too young. You haven’t truly understood many things.”

The battle between the two sides fell into a stalemate. Though Su Changxing was suppressed and beaten by the Hundred Teachings Saint the whole way through, his body could immediately recover once shattered, and he could climb right back up after falling, continuing to fight.

It had become a contest of endurance.

Yet in the course of battle, Su Changxing grew stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming more and more familiar with his own Power. His fleshly body was constantly breaking and repairing, becoming more condensed, his numbers breaking past eighty.

The Hundred Teachings Saint was also more and more shocked as he fought, feeling that Su Changxing was like a little cockroach that simply refused to die no matter how he beat it.

Even after employing all sorts of methods, he still couldn’t completely kill him; instead, he could feel this little cockroach’s struggle growing more forceful, and its size growing larger and larger!

This kind of battle dragged on from dusk to dawn and then to dusk again, for dozens of hours on end. Within several dozen miles in all directions, everything had been razed to the ground, leaving only large and small pits of varying depths—most of which were palm‑shaped.

Under such long‑lasting, high‑intensity combat, even Su Changxing couldn’t help feeling a trace of fatigue. Though he had a massive reserve of Faith as support, his Spiritual Power ultimately had its limits.

The Hundred Teachings Saint also became extremely ragged, his clothes torn to shreds, with wounds of all sizes on his abdomen, chest, arms, and face.

These injuries were all inflicted by Su Changxing, though none were fatal.

The Hundred Teachings Saint tore off his tattered clothes in one go, revealing a not‑so‑robust frame, his gaze growing ever more resolute as he said:

”You’re dull. You fundamentally don’t understand the meaning of inheritance and accumulation. From start to finish, we’ve sought to lead the Human Race to a new height, free from the influence of external factors.”

”I, Wanfang, inherit the supreme arts of the former Saints, and am destined to walk toward a new height. This is the grand wish passed down by every Saint!”

As his words fell, more than ten blurry figures appeared behind the Hundred Teachings Saint: a Master holding a scroll, an old man with a bamboo basket on his back, a three‑meter‑tall General clad in armor, a Swordsman carrying a sword and wearing a bamboo hat, and even a Child less than ten years old with a tall cap on his head...

”These are the former Saints. They all fell on the road of pursuing the Dao—none of them died of old age due to depleted vital energy!”

White radiance, like mist, appeared in his right hand as he grabbed from the void countless fine characters—rules condensed into substance.

”On a psychological level, I acknowledge you. Perhaps you too can walk to greater heights. But today you stand in the way of our Dao, so you must die!”

”Withered Bone Godslaying Curse!”

Wave after wave, like the sound of the Great Dao, spread outward with Wanfang as the center. White, mist‑like, sleek characters filled every inch of space.

Su Changxing’s body was sliced apart by these characters; one after another, white giant hands伸出 from the void, seizing each part of his body.

In a daze, he heard the voices of tens of millions drawing nearer and nearer, saw their busy, toiling lives, and finally, in a muddle‑headed haze, growing old, sighing as they drifted off to sleep...