Earth, fire, wind, water; life and death, illusion and extinction; time and space, karma, reincarnation...
All power—or rather, all abilities—were unleashed at once. Yet they did not simply surge forth in a lawless flood. They transformed into one another, complemented one another, and finally converged at a single point before erupting outward.
Li Heaven Righteous was decisive. Seeing Zhao Cheng's terrifying might, he immediately used his final method.
Even for him, wielding such power came at an enormous cost. He had ultimately failed to ascend; using a Killing Move like this with the strength of a mortal inevitably demanded a price.
And that price was nothing else than the obliteration of his humanity.
Once all humanity had been erased, life would be nothing but an empty shell.
"Myriad Phenomena!"
Everything was reflected in Zhao Cheng's eyes, and at almost the exact same moment, he unleashed the very same method.
At that instant, every powerful figure who understood the truth fell silent.
In a single moment, the ritual world seemed to have developed a split personality—one body, two wills, constantly vying for control.
All manner of natural disasters erupted in rapid succession.
At the edge of the small world, the old man had already found Father Zhao, Mother Zhao, and Xie An Ya. Shielding the three of them, he watched the unending disasters with an incomparably grave expression.
"Dad, what exactly is Xiao Cheng...?"
Father Zhao asked. Even now, he was still utterly dazed.
"I don't know either."
"Just as Li Heaven Righteous said, even he doesn't know whether he is Zhao Cheng. But none of that matters anymore."
"The situation is clear. If Zhao Cheng wins, there is still a chance that everyone will live. If Zhao Cheng loses, everyone dies. There is no other outcome."
The old man laid