The General Was Born of Heaven's Will, Shaping Sun, Moon, Mountains, and Rivers-How Could He Be Slain by a Single Thought of Malice?

"You've come."

Chen Changyuan gazed calmly at Chen Yan. Behind him, his pitch-black wings fluttered, and the faces gathered upon them, wailing and shrieking, opened their mouths one by one.

Black, viscous slime writhed at his fingertips. Chen Changyuan stared at the malice churning in his palm.

It was more docile than ever, coiling around his finger bones like a submissive nest of snakes.

"But you came too late."

Chen Changyuan spoke in silence. The crimson Pattern Lines left behind by the Blood Drawing Formation still scorched the sky, turning the clouds into festering wounds.

"Chen Yan, I'm different now."

He spoke calmly:

"The Lord of True Meaning attacked me, but still couldn't kill me. Even the Lord of Martial Arts failed."

He murmured, his tone calmer and more detached than ever before.

The third eye between his brows snapped open. In its countless pupils, a shattered world was reflected.

"You exhausted everything you had to reach me. You're powerful—so powerful you've surpassed what the Human Race ought to be capable of.

"But you're doomed to fail."

He spoke as though calmly stating a fact, looking at Chen Yan with no small measure of admiration. A trace of loneliness surfaced in his eyes.

"Chen Changyuan, are you Lord Chen's clone?" Chen Yan asked calmly, putting the dead giant beast in his hand into his Self Universe.

The air abruptly fell silent. Chen Changyuan's movements froze in an instant.

Only the tar-thick malice flowing from his palm continued to drip toward the earth.

"Chen Yan." Chen Changyuan laughed.

"That isn't the point. The point is that no matter how powerful you are, you haven't followed the nature of this world."

As if he saw through everything, he surveyed heaven and earth.

"This world doesn't care about right or wrong, good or