Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System

Chapter 1060: Chapter 462: You May Call Me the Supreme Dao Martial God!

Yet Su Tu clearly had no intention of explaining anything to him. Before his eyes, the originally pitch‑black past and future both surfaced.

The three stood in the same era, yet it was as if they pierced through the ages to face one another directly.

“We have succeeded.”

Three identical voices rang out at the same time.

Time, cause and effect, destiny—these forces were never a long river, but a perpetually revolving “circle.”

When Su Tu used “I and all things” to be reborn within faith, part of his Heart and Spirit formed the present him.

And the remaining fragments of his Heart and Spirit merged into his fleshly body, being concealed by the proud geniuses of the past.

Those Heart and Spirit fragments, using the endless power of the Tree of Cause and Effect, wielded Life and Death in the Palm, and found a perfect “future.”

In that future, Su Tu completely engraved the name of Origin; all imprints of the past accomplished the Real.

Thus the past was overwritten.

Profound Origin Dao Venerable was led toward the Real, and only then did everything truly begin.

Su Zhou, Su Zhou, Su Zhou, Su Zhou!

The Su Zhou that Su Tu saw, was Eternal Venerable God Su Zhou—and his younger sister was the little Xue Yue.

In the eyes of Su Tu, who had found the perfect future, everything that had gone by became controllable traces.

Using Life and Death in the Palm, he sent the Eternal Venerable God into the past, planted his own power on his childhood self, thereby causing that existence to be overlooked.

This was also why the Silver Throne, who sat watching all past and future, never discovered anything amiss with Su Tu.

Afterward, Su Zhou used the poison of faith to taint and assimilate all the slumbering gods, turning their Power of Cause and Effect into his own power.

The Silver Throne had always believed that the gods’ causes and effects were his to command, but in truth, he himself was nothing more than a chess piece of Su Tu’s.

The Su Tu of the “future” wanted precisely everything that is now unfolding; what he wanted was for all powers to be lodged within his own fleshly body.

From this moment on, past, future, and present stood together in the same age.

And to accomplish all of this, a critical anchor point was still needed—an anchor that would bring past and future back to one place at the same time.

And this anchor was the Ten Days of the Martial Arts Dao.

Zhuge Buruo’s Celestial Secret could see through all; he saw everything the “future” had left within the Celestial Secret, he saw every possibility.

The so‑called Martial God was a concept left behind by Su Zhou after he returned to the past—a concept originating from Su Tu.

In this final lifetime, the one who saved the Human Race from water and fire had always been the Ten Days.

But after Zhuge Buruo pierced through the Celestial Secret, he transmitted everything he knew back to the “past.”

Only with the Martial God and the Ten Days could the anchor of threefold unification be formed.

Thus, a great fraud planted by the Celestial Secret began.

Everyone, including the Ten Days himself, believed the Martial God truly existed.

This allowed the concept left by Su Tu to be planted upon everything.

And at the final moment, everything would be set straight, generating the last anchor.

From then on, the three stood together, three‑in‑one void!

Everything the Silver Throne had done, in the end, was merely paving the way for Su Tu.

The moment Su Tu stood before Him, the anchor point had already been perfected, and all memories began to return to one—this was the reason for the pity in his eyes.

His every move had been seen through by the “future” Su Tu; even His attempt just now to erase Su Tu’s past was no exception.

Only by concretizing Su Tu’s past could Su Tu’s flesh have the opportunity to transfer the past into the flesh, thereby resonating with the “future” and drawing him back.

As for why that empty‑shell fleshly body moved…

It was because the final obsessions of those geniuses of the past had transformed into an instinct that drove Su Tu’s fleshly body; they wagered everything on Su Tu.

“Silence.”

With a lift of Su Tu’s hand, the Profound Origin, the fleshly body, and his present self quietly became one.

He softly uttered a single word.

The radiance around the Silver Throne abruptly dimmed.

“Hahahahaha!!! The one who ends calamity, the one who ends calamity!!”

“So there really is such a person!!”

“So, you were to appear only by stepping upon my remains; so, the purpose for which the Daluo forged me was precisely that I might perish!”

“Hahahahaha!!! Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!!”

The Silver Throne seemed to have understood everything. Beneath the River of Destiny, the truth emerged.

Without the veil of the “future,” He saw it all clearly.

“Entropy, increase.”

Su Tu did not respond to him; he uttered two more words, and then the countless incomparably terrifying “Dao” within the Silver Throne began drifting toward him.

Slowly, they merged into his body.

Under the influence of these Dao, the fragments of Su Tu’s Heart and Spirit that had been scattered through past and future began to fuse completely.

In this moment, this world was so very small in his eyes.

So long as he wished it, he could detach from this world in an instant.

“Human, don’t think you have succeeded. Hereafter, this world will fall into annihilative silence; what you will have left is only that boundless power, left empty upon this world.

In the end, you will only be waiting for the Unfathomable Omen to descend and devour everything.

Even if you restore this world, it will be meaningless, for at that time your power will be lost, and the Unfathomable will in the end devour the All Realms. The Great Celestial will be obliterated, the Daluo will fall; you will be no exception. You indeed have achieved the Daluo Fruit Position, but you are nothing more than an ordinary Daluo Fruit Position.

The Daluo were wrong. A being capable of opposing the calamity will never be born!!”

The Silver Throne gradually became infinitely dim.

“Ignorant.”

At last, Su Tu spoke such a sentence to the Silver Throne, which was on the verge of annihilative silence.

In the next moment.

Three identical figures emerged behind him: a Daoist of boundless stature, standing at the very beginning of the myriad Dao; a “future” who had stepped into what‑is‑to‑come, endlessly changing; and the tranquil present, calmly watching all.