Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System

Chapter 970: Chapter 430: Karma as a Crown, All Beings as Prisoners, The Daluo Lie, Ruins Across Eternity

The blood-red Sun’s Crown on the throne grew even more vivid, eventually transforming into a line of blood-red words.

Sacrifice until the last one, only then can the throne be ascended to divinity...

Afterward, those small words became crooked and twisted, finally revealing a grotesque smiling face that swiftly dissipated, unnoticed by anyone, as only the cries of slaughter echoed through the space.

Facing these illustrious heroes of the Human Race before him, Su Tu’s eyes flickered with a moment of unrest, then turned chillingly cold as he looked toward the throne, his lips curling into a frozen smile.

"World Light, is this your doing?"

"Sacrifice until the last one, fine, as you wish!!"

"Including you, none shall be left!"

Su Tu spoke coldly.

At this moment, just as a hero approached Su Tu, fists radiating an immense force, charging straight at him, Su Tu neither dodged nor avoided, raising his hand to counter-strike, instantly shattering half of the hero’s body.

Thereafter, he rushed toward the heroes charging at him, his gaze icy and frigid, though beneath that chill... there was a faint dark purple glow slowly resonating...

On the ground, Lin An and the others stood motionless, as if trapped in a certain state, Zhao Lanshan’s eyes blinked open and closed, a trace of reluctance appearing, but was soon covered by a resolute determination.

"The grand momentum is about to crush us, no room for hesitation even for a moment!!"

In the light screen, the bloody scene unfolded like a mute drama, no sounds could pass through, World Light sat half-reclined in the void, watching the scenes inside the light screen with interest, a slight smile gracing his lips.

"Back then, we were the same, endless slaughter, frenzied massacre, reckless revelry even unto death."

"Back then, we fought for a deceitful throne of survival, and now I return the ’throne’ to you."

World Light spoke, a deep sorrow seeped from his eyes.

The bizarre and sinister giant tree rooted itself firmly behind him, emitting an unsettling aura.

The ’fruits’ and leaves upon it rustled softly.

World Light turned around, looking at the giant tree, and slowly spoke.

"I know, you will certainly leave behind contingencies, leave behind what you call counterplans and warnings, but I do not care."

"Although the last cycle brings numerous unexpected changes, I lack nothing now!!!"

His voice began to change, as though thousands of different voices overlapped, these voices differing, the languages differing, yet all synchronized with one another.

At the moment the sound emerged, the black flame beneath him burst open, and among them, countless souls reveled, as if awaiting the arrival of some moment.

"The karma of all races becoming gods is gathered, the future of Human Immortals and Divines also becomes the bountiful fruits on my tree."

While speaking, World Light stepped out, his figure abruptly flashing, arriving directly above the bizarre giant tree.

Looking down from above, forty-two fruits circled the treetop, resembling a bizarre crown.

And in that crown, a vacant spot remained, as if something were missing.

"And the strongest ’future’ of this era is slaughtering other ’futures’. When his body is stained with karma, it will be the time when the jewel ’returns to the tree’."

"By then, our schemes shall bear fruit, and all races shall return, only our deeds will be thoroughly buried."

"No one will remember us, no one will know of us, but this too is for the best, for the title ’Void Spirit’ is not meant for them to know."

"But if in the future, someone reaches such heights and comes to know all of this, how will they evaluate me, evaluate us?"

World Light gazed at the treetop, speaking as if to himself, or perhaps telling someone.

His voice carried an indescribable weariness, traces of age deeply etched.

Then, World Light suddenly extended his hand, grasping toward the treetop, his voice chilling and hoarse, he said, "What do you think?"

"The second ’transcendent from the cycle’ hidden away."

Boom!!!

A colossal phantom hand suddenly appeared in mid-air, reaching straight for the treetop, as it closed in, an intense suction force erupted, revealing strands of Buddha’s light from the forty-two ’fruits’.

Then drawn by the giant hand, instantly clasped within its palm.

As the Buddha’s light condensed, it transformed into a Buddha’s Son, adorned in simple Buddhist robes, with an enchanting face akin to a spirit.

If any from the Human Race were here, they would surely recognize this person as the Buddha’s Son Jia Xun, who mysteriously disappeared at some point!!

"Amitabha, this humble monk indeed could not conceal from the benefactor."

Jia Xun, held within that giant hand, remained unfazed, clasping his hands together, his voice warm, without a trace of tension.

World Light raised his hand, releasing Jia Xun, letting him stand upon the phantom hand, then slowly brought Jia Xun before him.

"Is it worth it?"

World Light gazed at Jia Xun and spoke: "You possess knowledge of breaking through the barrier, your innate wisdom must have awakened, for us all of this is a prison, but how is it different for you?"

"If you tried to intervene, it could still have some resolution, but you chose to abandon the physical body, leaving only a remnant spirit to pave the way for Su Tu."

"What are you truly thinking?"

World Light watched the light screen with intense interest, as though watching a film, his tone was very familiar, as if he and Jia Xun were longtime acquaintances.

At this moment, within the light screen, the battle had reached a fever pitch, Su Tu’s power was overwhelmingly strong, every move and technique was enough to shatter the illustrious heroes of the Human Race.

He hadn’t even employed Techniques or Divine Techniques, merely the raw strength of his physical body, which turned the sky into a storm of blood.