Walking Toward the End of the World

The nine apostles were still waiting at the foot of the mountain.

They waited for a day and a night.

I was getting a little impatient.

"Why aren't they out yet?" one of the apostles muttered. "Could they have died inside?"

"Shut up," the leading apostle said coldly. "He's still breathing; he's not dead."

"What was he doing in there? Sightseeing?"

"Have no idea."

The leading apostle frowned and looked at the dark, colossal mountain.

The mountain's surface is as smooth as a mirror, without a single crack.

The door disappeared completely after Uchiha Kei went in.

"Shall we go in and take a look?" another apostle suggested.

"No." The leading apostle shook his head. "The head of all gods is inside. Going in would be suicide."

"Then what should we do?"

"Wait."

"Until when?"

"Wait until..."

The leading apostle hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly looked up.

Nine pairs of eyes looked up at the sky at the same time.

Three thousand and one rays of light were rapidly falling from the sky.

The lead apostle's pupils constricted sharply.

"That is..."

Before the words were finished, the light fell to the ground.

Boom--

The earth cracked open, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

When the smoke cleared, three thousand warriors had completely surrounded the nine apostles.

Uchiha Kei stepped out from the crowd and looked at the nine apostles.

The nine apostles' expressions all changed.

"Three...three thousand warriors..." the leading apostle's voice trembled, "They...have awakened..."

"You're awake." Uchiha Kei. "Just woke up."

"They wanted to kill a few apostles as a warm-up."

"You are the warm-up subjects."

The leading apostle took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his fear.

"Uchiha Kei, do you think you can defeat us with three thousand warriors?"

"We are the Ancestral's apostles, and each of us possesses strength surpassing that of a True Immortal."

"Though the three thousand warriors are strong, they will pay a price to kill nine of us."

Uchiha Kei: "So?"

"So, we can negotiate," the leading apostle said. "You let us go, and we'll go back and tell the Ancestor that you've awakened. The Ancestor will come to kill you personally, and we won't have to fight."

"You see, it's a win-win situation."

Uchiha Kei was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"You're right."

"Three thousand warriors killing nine of you will indeed come at a price."

"So--"

He paused, then drew Black Blade from his waist.

"I'm enough on my own."

The leading apostle was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"You're all alone? Hahahaha..."

He laughed until tears streamed down his face.

"Uchiha Kei, are you crazy?"

"Your killing Isshiki relies on 537 worlds."

"You killed Yan by sneak attack."

"You killed Frost by locking onto it with your Blade Intent."

"Now, you alone, you think you can kill all nine of us?"

What gives you the right?

Uchiha Kei did not answer.

He simply gripped the Black Blade tightly and closed his eyes.

The next moment, he opened his eyes.

In my eyes, I see the birth and death of the universe.

His aura began to surge wildly.

Peak of True Immortal.

Surpassing even true immortals.

Surpassing even the true immortals.

It's still rising.

Until... the phantom images of three hundred worlds appeared around him.

The leading apostle was stunned.

"Three hundred worlds... How is that possible... You clearly already used them all..."

"Once it's used up, can't it be replaced?"

Uchiha Kei's voice was calm.

"The 537 worlds are the obsessions left behind by Jiang Hao's 379 failures."

"Those obsessions have indeed been used up."

"But just because the obsession is exhausted doesn't mean those worlds have disappeared."

"They're still here."

"It just exists in a different form."

He raised the Black Blade.

The power of three hundred worlds surged into the blade simultaneously.

"This strike is called Three Hundred Worlds."

He slashed out with a single stroke.

Three hundred worlds descended simultaneously.

The nine apostles' expressions changed drastically, and they attacked simultaneously.

The power of nine rules erupted simultaneously, colliding with three hundred worlds.

Boom--

The world lost its color.

The sun and moon have lost their light.

When the light faded, the nine apostles stood motionless in place.

Their bodies were covered in knife wounds.

The leading apostle lowered his head and looked at his chest.

There, a knife was stuck in the ground.

Black Blade.

"You..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body turned into specks of light and vanished.

The other eight apostles vanished at the same time.

Nine fragments of the rules drifted to the ground.

Uchiha Kei sheathed his Black Blade and picked up the nine fragments.

Including the three he already had, he now has twelve fragments.

All twelve of Apostles were wiped out.

He turned around and looked at the three thousand warriors.

All three thousand warriors were watching him.

In his eyes, there was awe, shock, and... fanaticism.

Kim was the first to kneel down on one knee.

"The new master is invincible."

Three thousand warriors simultaneously knelt on one knee.

"The new master is invincible."

The sound reverberated throughout the surrounding area.

Uchiha Kei looked at them and put away the twelve fragments.

"Stand up."

Three thousand warriors rose.

Uchiha Kei looked up at the sky.

The illusory eye shape still lingered in the sky.

It looked down, at the three thousand warriors, at the twelve fragments, and at Uchiha Kei.

There was a long silence.

Then, it opened its mouth.

"The three hundred and eightieth time."

You are different.

Uchiha Kei met its gaze.

"Of course they're different."

"Because this time, I'm not alone."

The ancestor remained silent.

Then, the illusory eye slowly closed.

The sky returned to its gray hue.

Jin walked up to Uchiha Kei and whispered, "New Master, has He... given in?"

"No." Uchiha Kei shook his head. "He is waiting."

"Wait for what?"

"Wait until I die."

Jin was stunned.

Uchiha Kei looked north.

That's the direction of Hope Fortress.

It is also... the direction of the World's End.

"He has waited three hundred and seventy-nine times."

"Waiting one more time is fine."

But this time, He couldn't wait.

He strode forward.

Three thousand warriors followed closely behind.

They headed north.

Towards the World's End.

Towards our ancestors.