Three Different Spacetime Eras
Three different time periods.
The Triple Killing Intent past, present, and future is perfectly intertwined!
But it wasn't just one Xu Tianluo who was killed.
After all, there are many possibilities in the past and the future, but there is only one "now".
The Giant Sword that Dao Slash path fell, but this time it wasn't cleaving the past or the future, but the present.
Wherever it passed Principle trembled, and all paths wailed.
As the smoke and dust cleared, the Xu Tianluo was found to have been cleaved in two.
The remains began to transform into specks of purple light, slowly dissipating like stars.
The shock and confusion in his eyes gradually faded, eventually turning into a relieved calm, even carrying a hint of indescribable... reluctance.
"So that's how it is... So that's how it is!"
He gazed at Qin Wangchuan, his voice soft yet carrying a weariness and enlightenment that seemed to transcend time and space:
"I traversed Myriad Ages, orchestrating events across countless timelines, believing I held the reins, but little did I know... I had already fallen into your trap."
"Well done... Qin Wangchuan."
Xu Tianluo chuckled softly, his laughter containing no resentment, only the sigh of having met his match but ultimately falling short.
"Yes."
"As strong as you are, how could you have been completely unprepared when I made my move... I was overconfident."
"We should have realized it sooner." A final flicker of curiosity and resentment flashed in Xu Tianluo's fading eyes. "Was it the future? The future told you what to do through some medium? And then gave you that wheel? The three of you made a move?"
"But how was my 'past' severed? My past should have been hidden in the Primordial Chaos, untouched by any dharma..."
However, before Qin Wangchuan could answer, he seemed to have thought of something, shook his head, and completely relaxed.
His gaze became complex, filled with admiration and regret, which ultimately dissipated into a soft sigh.
"You're really tough to deal with..."
As the words fell, the last trace of purple light vanished into the world.
He left behind his final words as an enemy, his tone surprisingly tinged with genuine regret:
"Go to Foreign Lands... dispel the Black Mist, become the king of that Foreign Lands, and then... destroy the immortals..."
A faint sigh drifted in the wind, carrying with it endless regret.
Qin Wangchuan's Dragon Armor receded like a tide, revealing his pale, blood-stained face beneath.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his body swayed slightly.
The backlash from forcibly activating the <Dao Slash> technique, the overload of the Third Gear of the Sword Intent Furnace, and the cost of the Dragon Silk Battle Armor's powerful strength all erupted simultaneously like a volcano, almost completely engulfing him.
"These three things really can't be used together..." Qin Wangchuan gave a wry smile.
If it weren't for the Immortal Bone, he would have died long ago.
The system's notification sounded again--
[You have obtained a Special Simulation: <Enemy of This World>]
[Start?]
Of course not.
Although Xu Tianluo is dead, this is not the end of the story.
Buzz!
The surrounding space suddenly froze, and a dark figure silently appeared, as if crawling out from the deepest part of the netherworld.
The newcomer was tall and imposing, covered in grotesque bone armor; most terrifying of all was a single, tightly closed, blood-soaked vertical pupil on his forehead.
It was none other than Xu Tianluo, one of the three great Demon General under Xu Tianlu, who commanded tens of thousands of elite Zangtong!
Zangtong's gaze did not immediately fall on Qin Wangchuan, but instead swept with surprise and uncertainty over the place where Xu Tianluo had disappeared, where only a few lingering purple starlight remained.
He growled incredulously, "My lord...?!"
However, all that answered him was Deathly Stillness.
Zangtong abruptly turned his head, his third vertical pupil snapping open and locking onto the agitated Qin Wangchuan. A surge of Killing Intent, mixed with shock and rage, erupted within him: "How dare you—"
He didn't even want to say another word. The Black Nail wrapped in ominous energy reappeared in his hand, and with a piercing shriek, it shot out instantly, aiming straight for Qin Wangchuan's brow!
Its speed far surpassed any previous attack!
At this moment, Qin Wangchuan was clearly at his limit, his aura was weak, and his body swayed slightly.
A cruel, triumphant joy at having avenged his great enemy had already surfaced in Zangtong's eyes. He was certain that this strike would not fail!
However--
Call out!
The Black Nail pierced through Qin Wangchuan's skull without any resistance.
But there was no blood, no ripples of a broken Divine Soul.
The struck "Qin Wangchuan" figure rippled out like water, rapidly collapsing and flattening, eventually transforming into a Tattered Paper Figurine with a nail piercing its brow, which floated lightly down from the sky.
"This trick again...?!" Zangtong's vertical pupils contracted sharply in utter astonishment.
A cold, slightly mocking voice suddenly rang out from behind him:
"This thing is powerful, but it's useless if you can't hit it."
Zangtong was horrified and tried to retaliate, but it was too late.
"Spirit Power Furnace, Second Stage!"
The Lixiao Sword flashed, like the first ray of light at the beginning of Hongmeng.
The extreme speed and power unleashed from that terrifying physique made this sword strike faster than the limits of visual perception!
Laugh--
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The shock and resentment on Zangtong's face were frozen in time.
His vision began to spin, and what finally came into view in his gradually dimming vertical pupils was his own headless body, gushing out Purple-black Filth Blood.
And Qin Wangchuan, who appeared behind him at some unknown time, wielding an Ancient Sword that exuded a deadly Chaos Aura.
The Lixiao Sword, was surrounded by chaotic energy, which was a fundamental restraint on this Alien Race!
Not to mention, even if Zangtong is exceptionally talented, he is nothing more than an Alien Race junior from another race who has cultivated for a hundred years and is hiding in a corner.
"I'm not... done yet!!!"
The head of Zangtong flew off and let out a twisted and unwilling howl in the air. Thick Purple-black Energy gushed from the broken neck, like countless frenzied tentacles, desperately pulling towards the staggering headless body!
As if summoned, the headless body suddenly raised its hand, precisely caught its own head, and was about to press it down onto its neck!
The purplish-black flesh writhed wildly, attempting to forcefully heal.
The restructuring seems to be happening in an instant!
However, Qin Wangchuan did not give him even a moment's chance.
He didn't draw his sword; he simply raised his hand and casually placed his palm on the chest of Zangtong's headless body.
Beneath his palm, a point of extreme darkness suddenly appeared, like a singularity before the birth of the universe, containing the ultimate chill that could annihilate all laws.
"Extreme Dao Sacred Technique— " Qin Wangchuan's voice was as cold as a Myriad Ages abyss, proclaiming the final end, "The Slaughtering Dao Heavenly Scar."
Buzz--!!!
In the next instant, an indescribable, Pitch-black Crack suddenly erupted from the spot where Qin Wangchuan's palm was pressed!
The crack wasn't a tear in space, but rather something more fundamental and terrifying—
It is as if it were a wound on the Great Dao itself. Wherever it passes, all Principle, energy, matter, and even the concept of existence are forcibly reduced to nothingness, becoming the most primitive "nothingness"!
Centered on Zangtong's body, this "Heavenly Scar" instantly expanded and spread!
"No--!!!"
The head that Zangtong had just reattached emitted an unprecedented, terrifying scream Origin Source from the very soul!
He tried to struggle, to abandon this body, but the all-annihilating "Heavenly Scar" had already completely enveloped and devoured him.
There was no explosion, no dazzling light effects.
There was only absolute silence, and the ever-spreading, all-consuming Pitch-black Crack.
Zangtong's physical body, Divine Soul, the filthy purplish-black energy, and all his resentment and bitterness were like ice and snow thrown into the blazing sun before this "Slaughtering Dao Heavenly Scar".
Silently and without a trace, all was annihilated.
Just then, another unexpected event occurred!
On the other side of the void, a pale and alluring figure quietly appeared, the Living Snake Chain wrapped around her neck hissing.
She is none other than the Mingfei, who wields the power of incantations.
She didn't look at Zangtong much; all her attention was focused on the moment Qin Wangchuan's aura faltered slightly—an unavoidable momentary relaxation after the power erupted!
Now!