Fusion, a Dead End! Crash!
Gillette's body began to soften and flow, turning into a stream of cool, gentle water that spread along Chen Yan's arm and slowly enveloped him.
In that instant, it was as if two forces that had opposed each other since time immemorial were tearing at one another as they merged.
It was neither devouring nor surrender. At the boundary of chaos, a flower on the verge of annihilation bloomed.
This was the third possibility Chen Yan had chosen.
Fusion.
Just as Gillette had done before.
The power of an Ancient God's status lay in the ability to continuously devour the rules of other Martial Daos.
To Gillette, Chen Yan alone far surpassed all the Human Race's accumulated Martial Dao knowledge of the past ten thousand years.
Gillette was unwilling to give up such a feast.
Chen Yan could feel an inexplicable madness and evil entering his body, about to seize everything he was and devour his past and future.
"Let it end like this..."
Chen Yan murmured, and Gillette's figure vanished.
He sat cross-legged on the tree trunk once more and began to cultivate.
From the outside, nothing seemed to have changed.
But inside Chen Yan, earth-shaking changes were taking place every moment.
The only reason his consciousness had not vanished was that the Unifying Martial Dao he sought to create was not yet complete.
The moment the Unifying Martial Dao was complete would be the moment Chen Yan died.
At that moment, silent mockery seemed to echo in Chen Yan's heart.
The Mother God had arrived.
She did not even say a word.
She stood high above, playing with the Human World.
She might have been one of the Ancient Humans, or she might have come from the very beginning of the world.
Or