Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System

Chapter 1051: Chapter 458: The True Culprit Is… God! (2)

“At the same time, ensuring the continuous cycle of reincarnation, I was not supposed to develop self-awareness, but these memories affected me, causing me to develop… the so-called self.”

“I have watched the Star River undergo endless cycles, examined all that has passed, and the emotions within these memories deeply influence me…”

“Yet these emotions, all of it, the joy and sorrow of the world, are illusions to me, but I stubbornly wish to know whether such self-awareness makes me a sentient being.”

“I want to know, I want to know what it feels like to possess ’emotions’…”

The Silver Throne’s speech grew faster and smoother.

And as World Light listened, he was filled with countless questions—what is Daluo, what is ominous?

Yet before these questions could be asked, one thought after another rose within him, solving the mysteries within his heart.

This feeling was so wondrous, as if everything in the world was at his disposal.

“Even with such power, you are bewildered?”

World Light looked up at the Silver Throne.

“Originally, no, I was not qualified. But the battle between the Daluo and the ominous reached its final stage; they cannot spare any attention for this Star River, and I lost my original path.”

As the Silver Throne spoke these words, his majestic face held a trace of bewilderment.

He was like a speeding train, hurtling down the tracks set by the Daluo. Yet as the track ran into issues, the train was abandoned in place, staring at the never-changing scenery, a stunned pause.

In gazing at the myriad sentient beings, a different thought took form.

“You wish to know what emotions are, I can help you!”

“I was able to meet you because I absorbed their memories, resonating with you. You view sentient beings as fleeting, but through resonance, I can convey emotions to you.

Allowing you to truly sense all this, let you understand who you really are.”

“As a reward, I only hope that I can borrow a bit of power from you…”

World Light didn’t know where he summoned the courage, actually daring to negotiate with such an existence.

But he had a premonition, that this was the only chance he would ever find in a lifetime that spans across worlds.

The Silver Throne fell into silence.

This world, along with all in the Star River, seemed to have descended into a grave stillness.

Finally, the Silver Throne did not utter a single word.

However…..

A barely perceptible silver glow appeared on World Light’s body…

….

Buzz~

World Light raised his hand, and a wisp of silver light bloomed, carrying countless profound principles and mighty power.

“Back then, our agreement was that I would make you feel these emotions and understand yourself, but did not say I’d help extend the cycle of reincarnation.

Now, you choose to help me. I cannot comprehend your level, but I know that behind this, there must be a desire of yours…”

“I only hope that when I fulfill my mission as the ‘blade,’ you can protect this cycle of reincarnation for me…”

Having come this far, World Light had seen everything with his own eyes. He knew clearly that the Silver Throne had absorbed all his emotions from the cycle of reincarnation, long lost its purity of old.

Originally, it would have been impossible for him to help me do this, but still, he lent me his power.

Therefore, behind his actions hides a deeper purpose.

World Light knew this yet was powerless to change anything, for he understood that all he relied upon existed because of the Silver Throne.

Silence, complete stillness.

Just like the first time he met the Silver Throne, when making his request without any reply.

Gurgle gurgle~

The boundless black mist continued spreading, that faint wave of Daluo, like a fleeting star beneath the night sky, vanished suddenly.

Just as the Silver Throne said, it wasn’t Daluo’s arrival but a tiny arrangement.

Yet beneath the Silver Throne created by all the Daluo, this arrangement was utterly ineffective.

Beneath the black mist, countless strong warriors and fighters from various civilizations engaged in desperate resistance, but it was all meaningless.

These warriors were indeed powerful, but under that faint silver light, they were like ants.

Some high-tier civilizations exhausted their reserves, barely managing to hold the black mist at bay beyond their home planets.

Grand Sacrifices from various races stepped forth, singing praises and offering prayers before the divine statues.

In such a critical juncture, they placed their hopes in the divine.

Signs of the gods’ return were already evident, indicating the divine’s gradual awakening; at such perilous times, perhaps they could awaken their own deities ahead of time.

Nearly all high-class civilizations made this decision.

It’s as if some invisible force guided them in the dark, leading them to make this choice, to pray at this very moment.

Yet what they didn’t know is that those chants, those faith-based incense offerings, those bloodline thoughts all surged towards the black mist, appearing before World Light’s eyes.

“Praying to the gods in hopes they awaken early—indeed a good strategy.”

“If the gods truly exist…”

World Light spoke softly, a peculiar sense of triumph emerging in his gaze, as layers of black mist erupted from his hands, and the black mist surged directly into that faith.

Simultaneously…

The world changed drastically!!!

Those high civilizations praying only felt the divine statues shudder, and the next instant, a terrifying black mist surged forth.

The expressions of those Grand Sacrifices turned terrifyingly fearful at this moment.

They recognized the black mist as coming from the ‘Void,’ and even more horrifying… that within the black mist existed the power of their revered divinity…

Divine power, representing absolute suppression to their own race, a dimensional restraint.

As the black mist appeared on the deity statues, the people of various high-class civilizations began to uncontrollably emanate black mist themselves, and weaker beings even couldn’t understand what happened before mingling entirely with it.

Bodies twisted, Heart and Spirit collapsed, and in the end… only crimson eyes remained.

They… transformed into void creatures!!!

And some powerful existences, like Daoist Masters, above them, could barely avoid assimilation.

They couldn’t fathom what had occurred.

Clearly their own divine, yet why become the key to annihilation at such times.

“Why!!! Why!! “

One of the oldest Grand Sacrifices, engulfed by the endless black mist, was being continually consumed.

He was the most devout follower, the communicator between god and mortal; he lived his entire life for the divine.

He couldn’t grasp nor understand… why the divine would become the knife stabbing them instead…

Just before his consciousness shattered completely, this Grand Sacrifice paused.

The faith in god, the worship in his mind, began rapidly fading, replaced with indescribable confusion and fear.

In all the records of high-grade civilizations, it was the divine who created them, who molded them.

In his memories, gods were omnipotent, governed all, those without gods were like ants; they worshipped gods, revered them.

But… as the worship in his mind dissipated and the mist dispersed, this ancient Grand Sacrifice birthed an indescribable terror.

In the increasingly clear memories, their race too was like the Human Race, climbing step by step, reaching today; in those memories…

The divine never existed…..

So all these years, what were all high-grade civilizations worshipping… what were they revering….

The next moment…

The endless black mist utterly engulfed him, a ghost-like crimson gaze emerged from the mist, flashing with terrifying light.

Simultaneously, the same scene repeated across other high-grade civilizations.

In but a flash, nearly all high-grade civilizations vanished, Star River’s only resistive beings melted away.

And the true culprit was….. ‘the divine!’ “