Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System

Chapter 1035 - 462: The Martial God Never Existed!!! (Part 2)

This indescribable sense of contradiction left him at a loss for a time; in the end, he asked the opinions of those dead souls slumbering at the bottom of his heart.

He gave up on breaking reincarnation, gave up on liberating his own kin.

He began to indulge and revel, walking among the myriad races under all kinds of identities, beginning to blend into each group, savoring the joys and sorrows that a Void Spirit could never feel.

No matter how interesting a game is, he would grow sick of it one day; a game played countless times in the end would only make him lose all emotion.

In these reincarnations, he kept stirring up trouble for the Human Race; one could say that in all the Human Race’s darkest eras there were shadows of him, pushed forward by his hand. Again and again he drove the Human Race to the brink of annihilation.

Yet the Human Race always had powerful beings emerge, always had heaven-defying monsters ascend to the heavens. World Light came to clearly understand one thing: in this cycle of reincarnation, the Human Race was the destined protagonist—no existence could wipe them out.

Every power that attempted to annihilate them only made the Human Race grow stronger.

Indeed, this heaven and earth, this Star River, this universe did not like the Human Race. The cultivation path of the Human Race was bound and sealed by countless shackles—that was the Star River’s revulsion toward an external existence. Yet even so, it still could not stop the rise of the Human Race.

However, just when World Light thought these boring years would go on reincarnating like this forever—though dull, at least the Star River existed, at least the myriad races existed...

He sensed that...the Power of Reincarnation shrouding the entire Star River had begun to grow thin.

Although the change was extremely slight, for World Light, who had watched everything in this Star River ten million times, a hundred million times, it stood out like a fly on a bald head.

If reincarnation were to disperse, then the instant the long river of the Star River’s time returned to its proper course, that twisted Uncanny would sweep in from the end of the Dao and obliterate everything.

This was something World Light absolutely could not accept, and also something the countless dead who wished to return home within him did not wish to see.

He hoped that this wisp of dispersing Power of Reincarnation was merely a coincidence, or an accident, or some kind of pattern, like the blooming and withering of flowers.

But this unrealistic conjecture ultimately fell through. When the second reincarnation began, the Power of Reincarnation had thinned again, and it had dissipated by fully twice as much as last time.

If things continued like this, it wouldn’t take many more rounds of reincarnation before this Star River was completely exposed before the Uncanny, becoming its blood food.

Realizing all this, World Light let out a heart-rending, mad laugh.

Ridiculous, how utterly ridiculous. He had once tried endlessly to shatter reincarnation, then cursed these boring millennia in endless cycles, and now, for the sake of extending the life of his Star River, he was going to...make reincarnation turn again and again!!

Even a slow death was better than the Star River’s instant extinction. Live on—no matter how wretched, how unsightly, live on, live on within this reincarnation, live until the day hope appears.

All of this, you need not bear. Live on in ignorance within reincarnation, until the day you can be free.

I am World Light; I shall bear everything for you. I am World Light, the light of the world—causes and effects you cannot shoulder shall be borne by me!!!

Crack, crack!!

Crash!!

Everything shattered and dispersed like a mirror; the Dao Fruit’s reversal along causality came to an end.

An indescribable vicissitude appeared in Su Tu’s eyes. In the Dao Fruit’s deduction, he had walked back through half of World Light’s life—that countless reincarnations, those tens of millions of repetitions, he had experienced them all as if in person.

World Light’s despair, helplessness, joy, fury, sense of responsibility, and everything else were all gathered and lodged deep in his heart.

In a certain sense, Su Tu too had, like World Light, walked through countless reincarnations.

Yet in reality, only a scant three minutes had passed; the cup of hot tea before him was still steaming.

Standing from World Light’s perspective, he could understand the feelings that drove the other to do all this, but as a member of the Human Race, what could he say?

All rights and wrongs, good and evil, all karmic causes and effects—before absolute racial life and death, none of it had any meaning.

This was a struggle of Dao, a struggle of life and death.

If they had not come to this Star River, the Human Race would likely have long since been wiped out by the Uncanny. For this Star River, the Human Race were invaders; for the Void Spirits, the Human Race were those who had seized another’s nest.

But in the end, all of this was caused by the Uncanny. If not for Them, why would the Human Race need to come to this heaven and earth? Or rather, the Human Race had not even had the chance to choose.

Even if World Light did not erase the concept of the Human Race, once reincarnation ended, the instant the Uncanny perceived this world, the existence of the Human Race would be exposed.

And as the race most deeply entangled with the Daluo, the Human Race absolutely would not be permitted to exist by the Uncanny.

Thus, from a more macro perspective, the Human Race and this Star River were already grasshoppers on the same rope.

"Though World Light is mad, in these cycles of reincarnation, the hatred in his heart toward the Human Race should have long since been ground to dust. That much I can feel."

"Therefore, his desire to erase the concept of the Human Race in this final reincarnation is definitely not for venting his anger, but because it is ’necessary.’"

"That strange tree is the foundation by which he continues reincarnation. The beings upon it are all the strongest peerless prodigies of the Human Race across past cycles. That strange tree is half composed of the Human Race. In other words, to continue reincarnation, the Human Race is an inescapable link—or rather, the concept of ’human’ is the most crucial link."

Su Tu dipped his finger into the tea before him and drew several circles of varying size on the table.

"In this process, when did the Silver Throne appear, and what role did it play?"

Su Tu drew a large question mark on the table.

He had walked backward along reincarnation not only to seek a way to break the game, but more importantly to know what exactly the Silver Throne had done in all this.

It was the joint creation of the Daluo, possessing unimaginable power; even a mere trace of it would be enough to overturn this world.

What Su Tu truly wanted to know was just what such an existence had actually done.

Yet, in this backward journey through reincarnation, he had not discovered the slightest trace of the Silver Throne.

There were only two possibilities for this situation. The first was that with his current Heart and Spirit, he could only deduce up to this stage. If so, once his flesh and soul united and his Heart and Spirit reached their peak, he could continue to walk back along reincarnation and causality.

But if it was the second possibility...

"Its existence has been threading through World Light’s causality all along, but I still can’t see it..."

Su Tu murmured to himself.

He had previously suspected that World Light could constantly retain his memories precisely because of the Silver Throne’s power, but in this re-walking, there had been no sign of the Silver Throne at all.

Thus, he strongly suspected that even the Dao Fruit could not see It. Its existence surpassed his own dimension by too much, far too much.

As Su Tu recalled that long, enduring span of memories, trying to find even a trace of the Silver Throne within them, suddenly...he froze. On his indifferent, godlike, handsome face appeared a rare look of horror.

This expression had almost never appeared on Su Tu’s face, yet at this moment, the shock and dread only grew more and more solemn.

"My cognition has deviated. If I hadn’t sunk into it, I wouldn’t even have noticed. Some power has been influencing my cognition."

In Su Tu’s eyes, all of World Light’s past was rapidly replaying.

In those rounds of reincarnation, World Light kept suppressing the Human Race in the dark. Even knowing they were protected by the Power of Reincarnation, he still refused to let the Human Race have it easy. Yet at each critical moment of the Human Race’s destruction, a supreme figure would always emerge for the Human Race.

Some were heaven-defying in combat power, some unmatched in scheming, and some opened the way for all beings of the Human Race. These people were stunningly brilliant, peerless under heaven.

But...

But.....

"Where is the Martial God?"

Su Tu forced himself to remain calm. In World Light’s memories, among those peerless beings who saved the Human Race from fire and water, there was no Martial God!!

There was no Martial God who had established the Martial Arts Dao, no Martial God who had attained perfection to the extreme.

In World Light’s past causality...the Martial God never existed!