The God King Descends, Ji Juechen Dies

The border between the Sun Moon Empire and the Star Luo Empire had become a scorched wasteland.

The war had lasted three years, and the blood of soul masters had soaked every inch of land. Yet today, an almost sacred deathly silence filled this bloody battlefield.

All fighting had ceased.

Whether they were Shrek students or members of the Sun Moon Empire's Soul Engineer legions, everyone looked up at the sky.

The sky was golden.

It was not sunlight, but a golden divine radiance that was majestic, vast, and beyond question. Within it, a handsome man in blue-gold robes, so beautiful he seemed inhuman, slowly stepped through the void. He merely stood there, yet the laws of the entire Douluo Continent trembled for him.

"Tang San!"

No one knew who had called out that name in a dreamlike voice.

The God King had descended to the mortal realm.

His gaze fell on no one else. It pierced through mountains and rivers, landing precisely on the young man in one corner of the battlefield, sword in hand and white robes stained with blood.

Ji Juechen.

For three years, he had been like an indestructible sword, cleaving open countless desperate situations for Shrek. His Logic Sword Dao had grown to a level that even Titled Douluo feared. He was the "god" of this war.

But today, a true god had arrived.

"You are very special." Tang San's emotionless voice, like an oracle, rang in the depths of everyone's soul. "You disrupted the chessboard and shattered the script. As a player, I must... correct this error."

He did not attack.

He merely raised a finger.

In an instant, the entire world around Ji Juechen changed.

The ground beneath his feet was no longer ground, but a prison formed from countless chains of laws. The air he breathed was no longer air, but Divine Fire capable of erasing all Soul Power. The world before his eyes was overwritten by a higher-dimensional "logic." The Logic Sword Dao he had been so proud of seemed like an elementary school arithmetic problem before this God's Logic—so childish and laughable.

[Warning! Warning! Irresistible force detected! The world is being 'formatted'!]

[System database crashing... Logic analysis module has failed...]

[Host... we...]

For the first time, the system's voice carried the static of despair, before falling completely silent.

For the first time, Ji Juechen's sword felt heavy. Not physically heavy, but heavy in terms of existence itself. His sword dao, his beliefs, everything he possessed, was being denied at its very root by the God King's power.

"Is this... a god?" he murmured.

For the first time, he felt lost over the meaning of the word "power."

Tang San looked at him as though he were an interesting work of art. He decided to grant this mortal one final "honor."

"I admire your dao, so I will personally end it."

Tang San slowly extended a finger and gently pointed it at Ji Juechen.

There was no light, no sound, no energy fluctuation of any kind.

A golden thread crossed space and appeared directly before Ji Juechen's brow.

It was a wisp of the God King's divine sense, containing the law of Absolute Death.

At that moment, time seemed to slow. Huo Yuhao's Extreme Ice, Wang Donger's Butterfly Goddess's Light, Beibei's Tyrant Dragon... everyone's attempts at rescue froze in midair.

Only Ji Juechen could still move.

He looked at that golden thread. There was no fear on his face; instead, a faint... relieved smile appeared.

At last, he had found a "perfect logic" he could not deconstruct.

And at last, he had found an "opponent" who could make him put down his sword completely.

He slowly raised the sword in his hand. Rather than blocking, he used the last of his strength to drive it fiercely into his own heart!

"Pfft—"

Blood stained the front of his white robes red.

In the instant before the God King's law of Absolute Death descended, Ji Juechen committed suicide.

In the most resolute, most frenzied way, he completed his final act of resistance against "god."

You can kill me. But my life must end by my own hand!

God King Tang San's fingertip stopped in midair. For the first time, an emotion called "astonishment" appeared in his golden eyes. He had calculated everything, yet he had not calculated that this mortal would answer his "divine punishment" in such a way.

Ji Juechen's body slowly fell.

A satisfied smile rested on his face. His sword fell to the ground with a clear, mournful cry.

"Ji Juechen—!"

Huo Yuhao's heart-wrenching roar finally shattered time's restraint.

The entire battlefield fell into deathly silence.

God King Tang San withdrew his finger and gave the fallen corpse one long, complicated look. He had won, yet it seemed as though he had lost something as well. He did not say another word. The golden divine radiance gradually faded, and his figure vanished with it beyond the horizon.

He was gone.

But on the battlefield, a legend had died.

Shrek's genius, the founder of the Logic Sword Dao, Ji Juechen, had fallen in battle.