Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System

Chapter 1050: Chapter 458: The True Culprit Is… God!

The force is overwhelmingly magnificent, causing others to tremble; the World Light will definitely not misperceive it.

It is a power that only the Daluo can wield.

A mere projection of it can transform the entire Star River, a casual creation can imprison planets within the cycle of reincarnation eternally.

The memories of World Light originate from the former selves of those ‘Void Spirits’; the original owners of these memories had personally witnessed the illusion cast by the Daluo.

And just one shadow’s memory occupied the deepest part of World Light’s mind.

At this moment, half of the Star River had been covered by the black mist. The power of Void grew stronger, and the presence of World Light became increasingly dreadful.

He stands there, seemingly as a true divine being. With a movement of his hand, the black mist engulfs the sky, seemingly capable of obliterating everything.

However, in the face of the presence that resembles the Daluo’s Power, World Light’s body trembles uncontrollably.

Daluo, these simple two characters harbor terrifying power behind them.

“Didn’t you tell me that the Daluos are fighting a deadly battle with Misfortune, and are too occupied to care for anything else?”

World Light said with a somber expression, whispering.

A voice, devoid of any emotion, resonated beside him.

“I originate from Daluo, unable to transcend Daluo. Their magnificence, I cannot wholly comprehend; but in this matter, I will not err in my judgment.”

“Misfortune’s power grows more terrifying, All Realms and the heavens are treading the path to extinction and void. The Daluos have no spare strength to concern themselves with other worlds.”

“But given their level, it’s possible they left contingencies countless ages ago.”

“However, without a source, there is nothing to stop you…”

Listening to the telling voice, World Light’s expression relaxed slightly.

“Master of the Throne, do you think I will succeed?”

World Light spoke softly, raising his head to gaze toward the top of the Star River, transcending numerous spaces and piercing through infinite black mist.

In his pupils, a great silver giant, majestic to an indescribable degree, was lowering its head, gazing down upon everything.

The universe, the Star River, everything in the heavens and earth were in its palm.

“I do not know, I am simply repaying a debt…”

“You bestowed emotions upon me, letting me know the joys and sorrows an ‘individual’ should possess, instead of living merely as a ‘tool.'”

The calm voice resounded again, but beneath the tranquility lay subtle emotional vibrations.

World Light raised his palm, brushed through a patch of black mist, as if reminiscing about something; everything from the past flowed like water in his mind.

Back then, he had yet to escape reincarnation, devouring the Star River as a Void Spirit, afterwards, he felt the painful, unwilling memories of the predecessors.

All sorts of memories merged into his mind, and at that moment, he felt a gaze, transcending everything, absolutely sublime, looking down.

It was a silver light, the brilliance of which surpassed the accumulation of all the stars in the Star River a thousandfold.

It was World Light’s first glimpse of the Silver Throne, the first discovery of what the Daluos had left in the Star River.

The powerless, despairing sensation, as if being the first monkey to stand up, just learning to look up at the Star River, only to be cast into the universe, staring at the endless Star River and feeling only confusion.

This was World Light’s experience facing the Silver Throne.

He didn’t even understand what had occurred; he just felt the gaze’s descent and found himself, transcending countless spaces, abruptly in the presence of the Silver Throne.

The boundless magnificence almost made World Light shatter and collapse.

He initially thought he was going to die, yet he felt countless memories surfacing within his soul.

THOSE WERE THOUSANDS OF REINCARNATIONS, COUNTLESS PAST EVENTS, THOSE WERE ALL THE TIMES THE SILVER GIANT HAS SAT IN OBSERVATION.

These memories displayed themselves before World Light’s eyes at this moment.

Hollow, tasteless, devoid of vitality; these constituted the core of the Silver Throne.

World Light needed no queries; he already understood why he saw the Silver Throne, why he felt its emotions.

It was because all the unwillingness and emotions of the twisted races before becoming Void Spirits were absorbed by the Silver Throne.

“What… kind of being are you…”

This was the first sentence World Light spoke to the Silver Throne.

He already confirmed the Silver Throne bore no malice toward him, otherwise, he wouldn’t even have the chance to speak before being pulverized instantly.

Facing such a being, only frankness is the truth.

“I… do not know…”

The voice from the Silver Throne was somewhat hoarse, like it had only recently learned to speak.

“Do not know?”

World Light gazed at the giant, more majestic than the Star River, perplexed.

The stronger the being, the clearer their self-recognition, the better their understanding of themselves, and greater strength draws closer to ‘essence.’

Generally speaking, when the strong claim ‘I do not know,’ it’s mere posturing, a rhetorical ploy to express a more profound Realm.

But the state of the Silver Throne was entirely different; the bewilderment in its words was genuinely authentic.

This being, powerful enough to transcend dimensions, felt bewildered regarding its own identity.

“Indeed, I am known as the Silver Throne, an ‘apparatus’ jointly created by the Daluos. My existence serves to maintain this Star River, unaffected by ‘Misfortune,’ and to find the one who would end calamity.