The Double Pupil Was an Invincible Path; One Bone Too Many Turned It into a Road to Death

"The answer is simple."

Su Chen's gaze sharpened. He raised the Gavel in his hand and slammed it down!

Crack!

"If he had no bone, then he'd grow another!"

Boom!

As Su Chen's words rang out, the Heavenly Tribulation Light was just about to devour Little One.

Then, from his once-empty chest, a divine radiance erupted—ten thousand times more dazzling than the blazing sun!

Its brilliance was so blinding that it forcefully suppressed even Shi Yi's Heavenly Tribulation Light!

"What?!"

In the great hall, Yu Yuanzhen shot to his feet at the sight, his face filled with disbelief.

"Hadn't his bone been dug out?"

"How could he still have this kind of power?"

It wasn't just him. Ning Fengzhi, Yue Guan, and even Bo Saixi in the corner were utterly dumbfounded.

By the common understanding of those from Douluo Continent, once a Martial Soul was crippled and a Soul Bone dug out, the result was an irreversible dead end!

How could Little One possibly grow another bone?

On the high platform, Su Chen saw everyone's shocked expressions and smiled faintly.

"Reborn through nirvana, breaking free of the cocoon to become a butterfly!"

"Through one life-or-death crisis after another, Little One had managed to nurture a second Supreme Bone in his broken flesh!"

"And this second bone was stronger than the first—more terrifying!"

As that divine radiance burst forth, an incomparably profound, ancient aura—one that seemed capable of reversing the flow of time—instantly enveloped the entire Sky Battlefield.

"Shi Yi, did you think that taking my bone would make you invincible beneath the heavens?"

"That was my bone!"

Bathed in divine light, Little One looked like a true young Heavenly Emperor.

"Today, I'll show you what a true Supreme Treasure Technique is!"

"Samsara!"

With Little One's low roar, countless profoundly intricate runes appeared on the newly grown Supreme Bone in his chest.

A terrifying force that stripped away the years and threw time into chaos instantly locked onto Shi Yi!

Before this power, the Heavenly Tribulation Light Shi Yi had once prided himself on shattered inch by inch, melting away like snow and vanishing into nothingness!

And the force of Samsara didn't stop there. It surged onward and struck Shi Yi head-on!

"Ah!"

Shi Yi, who had been standing high above the rest, let out a scream.

Under the washing force of Samsara, his youthful, vibrant body visibly aged and withered!

His black hair turned white in an instant. His once-vigorous frame shriveled, leaving him looking like a dying old man on the verge of death!

"What... what kind of demonic art is this?!"

Inside Listening Rain Pavilion, the people from Douluo Continent who had just thought Shi Yi was certain to win now felt their scalps prickle and their bodies turn cold.

Stripping away the years? Making someone age in an instant?

This law of time, something found only in myths and legends, had actually been unleashed by a bone!

Bo Saixi gripped her staff tightly, her back already soaked with cold sweat.

Even Lord Sea God couldn't strip away another person's lifespan with a single strike!

"This is the companion treasure technique of the second Supreme Bone: Samsara."

Su Chen's voice was utterly calm, yet each word struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

"Before the passage of time, all talent and all Divine Bones are nothing but illusions."

In the scene, Shi Yi, grievously wounded by the power of Samsara, finally lost all ability to fight back.

Little One took a step forward. At some point, a golden sword of magic had formed in his hand.

His hand rose, then the sword fell!

Squelch!

The head bearing the Double Pupil shot into the sky!

Blood sprayed across the entire Sky Battlefield like a fountain!

A peerless genius, the Double-Pupiled One Shi Yi, who had fused the Double Pupil and the Supreme Bone and been called invincible from birth—

He had fallen at the hands of the younger brother whose bone he had stolen, the same brother who had nearly died in the Great Wilderness!

Everyone in Listening Rain Pavilion's great hall stared blankly at the slender figure in the sky, standing proudly with a sword of magic in hand. For a long while, no one could come back to their senses.

The reversal had been too sudden, too brutal, too impossible to see coming!

"The Double Pupil was an invincible path; one bone too many turned it into a road to death..."

In a private room on the second floor, Xue Qinghe watched the scene and couldn't help letting out a deeply shaken sigh.

"Mr. Su."

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, suppressing the storm raging in his heart, then cupped his hands toward the high platform and asked,

"Now that the Battle of the Two Stones is over and Little One has avenged himself..."

"Can he finally live in peace as the greatest under heaven in the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm?"

In Ning Fengzhi's view, his enemy was dead, and he possessed both the Unique Cave Heaven and a second Supreme Bone.

With strength like that, he could surely do as he pleased throughout the Lower Realm.

But Su Chen, standing on the high platform, slowly shook his head at the question.

"Greatest under heaven?"

"Sect Master Ning, you're thinking of this world of cultivation as far too simple."

With a sharp snap, Su Chen closed his folding fan.

"In this Great Wilderness, there's never been any such thing as peace."

"Do you think Little One's tribulations are over?"

Su Chen's gaze swept across the hall, his voice suddenly turning grave.

"Couldn't be more wrong!"

"The Battle of the Two Stones was only a minor interlude."

"The truly despairing part lies ahead."

"His life was too bitter, his tribulations too numerous. He was born to face calamity."

At those words, everyone in the hall felt their hearts clench.

Even a battle as earth-shattering as the Battle of the Two Stones was only an interlude?

Then how terrifying were the real tribulations going to be?

Su Chen suddenly rose to his feet.

"The overlords of the Upper Realm, high above the world, have finally set their sights on these Eight Regions of the Lower Realm."

"To seize the Fortune..."

"Seven deities who had kindled divine flames broke through the barrier between realms and descended into the Lower Realm in their true forms!"

The Descent of the Seven Gods!

The moment those words were spoken, a wave of sharp gasps swept through Listening Rain Pavilion.

Deities!

Beings who had surpassed the limits of mortals and truly kindled divine flames!

And there were seven of them!

"How could anyone possibly fight them..." A look of despair crossed Bo Saixi's face as she heard this.

She understood better than anyone just how terrifying the power of deities was.

They were beyond the reach of any mortal!

"That's right. How could anyone fight them?"

Su Chen sighed.

"These seven deities descended upon the Lower Realm and slaughtered at will, treating all living beings as ants."

"The Eight Regions of the Lower Realm instantly became a living hell!"

"Countless Great Sects were wiped out, and countless powerful cultivators fell."

"Though Little One was peerlessly talented, he still hadn't reached his full potential."

"Facing these seven lofty deities, he could have fled. He could have endured in silence."

As he spoke, Su Chen's gaze suddenly turned razor-sharp.

"But he didn't!"

"To protect Stone Village, to protect the family and friends behind him..."

"He resolutely stepped forward!"

In the scene, the slender, blood-soaked youth stood alone before the seven overlords radiating boundless divine might!

"With the body of a mortal, he dared to slay deities!"

"That battle plunged heaven and earth into darkness; the sun and moon lost their light!"

"He fought with every last trump card he had, even the second Supreme Bone he'd struggled so hard to nurture..."

Su Chen's voice grew hoarse.

"Before his death, he dug it out with his own hands, forcibly tearing it from his body and giving it to his younger brother, Qin Hao!"

What?!

At that, everyone in the hall stared in shock, as if struck by lightning.

He had dug out his second Supreme Bone with his own hands?

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened, his voice trembling.

"Mr. Su, had he gone mad?!"

Ning Fengzhi was just as bewildered and shaken.

"Didn't he want to live?"

On the high platform, Su Chen looked at the incomprehension on everyone's faces and gave a bitter smile.

"Want to live?"

"Who doesn't?"

"But he knew he was certain to die in that battle."

"He dug out his Supreme Bone for no other reason than to leave his younger brother and Stone Village one last hope of protection!"

Knowing death was certain, he had still marched toward it without hesitation.

Before he died, he dug out his own Supreme Bone just to leave his loved ones a sliver of hope.

The tragedy of it brought tears to the eyes of many in the hall.

Even Bo Saixi, who had always thought highly of herself, bit down hard on her red lip, deep reverence flashing in her eyes.

"In the end, he slew the gods!"

Su Chen's voice rose sharply.

"But against the last deity's strange Bronze Rust Immortal Curse, he finally ran out of strength."

In the scene, the once-renowned Young Demon King, who had ruled the Great Wilderness with an air of invincibility, now had a head of white hair and a withered frame.

The strange green rust was devouring the life force within him.

"In the final moments of his life..."

"He dragged his broken body back to Stone Village, back to the place where he was born and raised."

"He lay in his parents' arms, looking at the clanspeople around him, all weeping uncontrollably."

"He had no regrets. He only wore a faint, relieved smile."

"Then, amid his parents' heartbroken cries, he slowly closed his eyes..."

The only sound in Listening Rain Pavilion's great hall was the suppressed sobbing.

Even Yue Guan, whose heart was exceptionally ruthless, couldn't help wiping the corner of his eye.

Dead?

Little One, who had endured countless hardships and defied fate every step of the way, had just died like that?

That ending was too tragic!

Too hard to accept!

"Don't, Mr. Su!"

Some Spirit Master in the corner of the hall shouted, eyes red:

"Little One survived even after his Supreme Bone was dug out. How could he die just from some rotten green rust?!"

"Mr. Su, you're joking, aren't you?"

Xue Qinghe couldn't help rising to his feet, his beautiful eyes fixed on Su Chen.

Facing everyone's pleas and questions, Su Chen offered no explanation. He merely picked up the Gavel.

Then—

Crack!

The Gavel struck the table with a heavy thud!

That sharp crack instantly left everyone's hearts in their throats.

"Shi Hao died. His body was buried in the depths of the Great Wilderness."

Su Chen lifted his teacup and took an unhurried sip.

"But..."

"Have you forgotten that the Supreme Bone he once lost had the ability to be reborn through nirvana?"

"And he still had that Supreme Immortal Root that even the overlords of the Upper Realm coveted..."

"God-Striking Stone, Imperial Butterfly, undying fighting spirit..."

Su Chen set down his teacup and swept his gaze over the countless pairs of eyes in the room, each blazing with impatience.

"In this Perfect World, where countless eras have been buried..."

"Is death really the end?"

"How could a boy who didn't even believe in fate be buried for good by a little Bronze Rust?"

Su Chen smiled faintly and swept his sleeve.

"If you wish to know how Little One will break through the boundary between life and death, return against the heavens, and storm the Upper Realm to settle every score..."

"Then let's hear the rest next time."

As soon as Su Chen finished speaking in that utterly casual tone, everyone who had been immersed in Little One's tragic sacrifice, their hearts taut with that last glimmer of hope for his revival, erupted all at once!

"Don't leave us hanging, Mr. Su!"

In the front row of the hall, a portly merchant anxiously slapped his thigh. He didn't even notice that the teacup beside him had been knocked over.

"He's already been buried in the ground! How did he defy the heavens and come back? Please, tell us the details!"

"Exactly!" Another sect elder was red-faced with impatience.

"I've lived most of my life, and never once have I been this worked up! Even if you only tell us what the second Supreme Bone can do, that'll be enough!"

"I'll pay more! Ten times the price of tea! Please, sir, tell us for one more incense stick!"

"You stop right there, and how am I supposed to sleep tonight? The moment I close my eyes, all I see are those Seven Deities!"

The hall rang with cries of anguish, each wave louder than the last.

Even Ning Fengzhi, who had always been careful to maintain his dignity, couldn't help leaning forward a little. His eyes were full of restless longing for more.

Faced with the listeners below, worked up to the point of nearly losing control,

Su Chen remained entirely unmoved on the dais.

He casually tucked his folding fan into his waistband and spoke in an even tone:

"Listening Rain Pavilion has its rules."

"If you wish to hear what happens next, come early tomorrow."

After leaving them with words that allowed no room for negotiation,

Su Chen turned to head backstage.

At that moment, in an especially secluded corner of the hall,

two figures cloaked from head to toe in black stared fixedly at Su Chen on the dais.

They were none other than Ghost Douluo Gui Mei and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, who had rushed over from Spirit City through the night.

By now, both men's backs were soaked with cold sweat.

"Old Ghost, what do we do?"

Yue Guan swallowed, keeping his voice extremely low. Even so, a faint tremor was detectable in it.

Beneath his black cloak, Gui Mei's face looked just as grim. He gave a dry reply:

"What else can we do?"

"His Holiness the Pope gave us an order: we have to bring him back to Spirit City. If he dares resist, we break his limbs, cripple his cultivation, and drag him back."

Hearing this, Yue Guan almost cursed aloud.

Break his limbs? Cripple his cultivation?

"Are you insane, or am I?"

Yue Guan gritted his teeth and pointed to the spot where Bo Saixi had stood moments ago.

"Even a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, the Grand Pontiff of Sea God Island, was sent staggering back, spitting blood, with a flick of his finger!"

"Last night, Tang Hao, who smashed the former Pope to pieces with one swing of his hammer, had both arms crippled by him and was auctioned off like a pig or a dog!"

"The two of us are only level ninety-five. Together, we're not even enough to make a snack for him!"

"Use force? That's no different from throwing our lives away!"

Gui Mei fell silent too.

That was true.

The sight of Su Chen flicking a finger and shattering the Sea God Phantom had already become a nightmare they couldn't shake.

But if they failed to bring him back,

they both knew better than anyone how ruthless and merciless Bibi Dong could be.

Fail the mission, and they would be dead either way!

"We can only ask him nicely."

Yue Guan drew a deep breath, forcing down the fear in his heart.

"If we can't fight him, then we can only use the bargaining chips His Holiness the Pope gave us and grit our teeth as we try to recruit him."

Gui Mei nodded. It was the only option they had left.

The two men drew deep breaths, then abruptly tore off their black cloaks.

Buzz!

Two waves of Titled Douluo pressure spread through the hall, subtle but unmistakable.

Yue Guan didn't use his pressure to provoke Su Chen. Instead, he deftly shoved aside the listeners blocking their way.

"Hey! Who pushed me?"

"Are you looking for a death wish? Can't you see I'm asking Mr. Su to tell us the story?"

Several Spirit Masters who had been pushed aside were about to start cursing. But when they saw the Martial Soul Hall Elder robes worn by Yue Guan and Gui Mei, they promptly shut their mouths and retreated again and again.

The crowd parted like the tide.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei gritted their teeth and walked step by step to the front of the dais.