Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System

Chapter 964: Chapter 427: The Causality of Becoming a God, the Future of the Immortal Divine, All Are Mere Playthings!

At the moment the words fell, a stunningly exquisite cup genuinely appeared beside the World Light, filled with swaying grape wine from within, the fragrance permeating everywhere, as if instantly plunging the entire space into a forest of wine and meat.

A smile appeared on World Light’s face, and then the entire body twisted once more, transforming completely into the original form of the Niger Race, the small mouth on the forehead continuously opened and closed, from which ancient chanting echoed.

As the chant resonated, beneath World Light, vast expanses of black flames emerged, within which countless indistinguishable ’spirits’ cried toward the sky, emitting sounds akin to weeping.

Indescribable sadness, pain, despair spread within the flames, these emotions seemingly becoming fuel, making the fire burn all the more fiercely.

World Light’s Niger Race body posed in an extremely bizarre posture, his hands one above and one below, shackling the small mouth on the forehead, then slightly bending the knees, and his two eyes slowly closed.

The four black lines on his face seemed to have a life of their own, swiftly traversing across his face, and soon, the black lines appeared on his forehead.

A series of ripple patterns swirled around the small opened mouth, resembling child’s scribbles yet exuding an indescribable divine feeling.

It was as if an unseen celestial body projected upon his forehead, all life blooming, all death resting, surging within.

With the appearance of these patterns, the wailing, sorrowful souls in the flames calmed down, each kneeling down, gazing toward World Light’s forehead.

On them appeared, the oldest, purest, most primordial faith, a belief more ancient than even the gods.

Dense murmurs arose from all around, yet without a trace of eeriness, instead, an unspeakable grandeur shone through the chants.

A stream of light shot from the small mouth on his forehead, it was the phantasmal state of World Light, he gazed at the souls below, a hint of indescribable fatigue on his face.

"Soon, very soon, we will all be liberated."

"You have truly endured so much these years, thank you all."

While speaking, World Light bowed deeply toward the flames.

"Without you all, there would be no World Light in this realm, no Niger Race, I bear the great tribes, ten thousand races’ destiny, countless beliefs, yet remain unerasable even through innumerable cycles."

"Yet you offer no grievance against me, naturally, I must live up to my name."

"It’s not just about extinguishing the Human Race, reviving Star River’s true history, but longing for Star River to persist eternally, transcending the struggle between Dao!"

"Esteemed elders of the great tribes, once the endeavor succeeds, the world will hold no more Human Race, no more Void Spirits, and what transpired across endless cycles will remain unrecorded."

"All will be but a Southern Branch dream, and then Star River will still exist."

Word Light spoke earnestly; behind him, a strange gateway hovering between void and reality gradually emerged.

The blood hue on that gate seemed to deepen, severed heads within it akin to prisoners in Hell.

World Light straightened, transformed into a stream of light returning to the small mouth, then his body resumed its previous strange form, he casually raised his hand, causing the black flames beneath him to surge violently.

Engulfing the severed heads behind him, swiftly toward the gate, the flames passed through the threshold, yet seemingly nothing occurred.

But if Su Tu were present, he would notice, on that gate, some new protrusions had formed, birthing...more severed heads.

He gazed at the gate before him, his weary eyes showing a fleeting ripple, before quickly restoring.

"Pity the gate lacks Su Tu’s causality engraving this time, yet it matters not."

"You leave traces across generations, each cycle striving to save the Human Race, as if casting me as a villain.

But I only wish to save our Star River, am I in the wrong? Are we wrong??

This is the final era, still no so-called catastrophe savior, He long lost patience, just waiting for this time, I push lightly, the great endeavor is fulfilled."

World Light continued gazing at the black fire as he spoke, but by now, the countless souls within the fire had dispersed, replaced by varying phantoms.

"You spare no effort, leaving your corpses, yet lack unified opinions, what is the purpose of such messages??

Even if left behind, it merely obstructs successors.

Human Race, Human Race, you are too fortunate, most favored by the Daluo, making you so arrogant, only leaving what you perceive, never overseeing the whole, only witnessing a single life, your vision ultimately too short-sighted."

As he spoke, the black fire grew more intense, then the flames seemed solidified, and the phantom within it became increasingly real.

"Let him ascend the throne, then personally send the Human Race to Forest Hell!!!!"

World Light suddenly roared, shaking the surrounding space into a frosty flame, and then black fire solidified entirely.

It was a bizarre giant tree reaching toward the sky, countless branches extending in all directions, concealing everything, and at the end of those branches, hanging were not leaves, but rather some peculiar fruit.

As the perspective continued to extend upward, extend, and extend, one could clearly see, at the end of those branches hung a human being!!