The scythe sliced through the red canopy, and the Ghost Ship appeared above the World of Heaven, sweeping away all filth.
The entire world was enveloped by a red mist, the Blood Moon had grown enormous, like an eye staring down on this world.
This place had become a part of the Blood Moon, filled with the scent of madness, merely standing here would cause one’s sanity to scatter.
Wanfang stood on the ground, with a ram’s head and a bull’s tail, its white long hair floating in the wind, and blood-red eyes gazing in Su Changxing’s direction.
"Haha, you finally came!"
It laughed, as if it had known Su Changxing would come, had been waiting here all along, and had indeed waited him out.
Su Changxing rested the scythe on his shoulder, placed a foot on the edge of the ship’s bow, and smiled: "Aren’t you afraid?"
Wanfang’s voice was low and raspy, like a drumbeat reverberating through the whole world: "Afraid of what? You probably haven’t seen everything clearly, nor do you understand what you’re truly facing."
"If you’re wise enough, the best choice would be never to return!!"
Su Changxing waved his hand to expand his Domain, extending it to a thousand meters distance, dusk, wind and snow, chains, and countless bullets flying within it, shooting down all approaching twisted creatures.
He felt that all of this was dictated by fate, leading him to this moment, he raised the scythe in his hand, shouting: "Now, I stand above a million lives, and ask you to die quietly, Wanfang!"
The icy blade, like a frigid wind, sliced through Wanfang’s massive body, cutting it in two, along with the red mist of this world, forming two boundless waterfalls.
This slash was also many slashes.
Su Changxing transformed vast Faith into his own Power, reaching a terrifying level, and in a mere moment, shattered Wanfang’s body, along with splintering the space of this world.
"Ah, ah, ah!"
Wanfang emitted a miserable cry, echoing through the world, although not yet dead, it had already become one with this world.
Then came the laughter.
"Haha! Kill me, please kill me soon! Didn’t expect you’d actually reach this point!"
The voice was insane, without any reason.
Seeing this, Su Changxing’s heart grew even heavier, events had gone beyond his control, meaning they had escaped his grasp.
Since he couldn’t kill Wanfang directly, he decided to destroy this decaying world!
This feeling was like an organ that had completely necrotized, only able to be entirely removed.
Su Changxing’s hand holding the scythe trembled slightly, with doubt creeping in, questioning whether his judgment was correct.
All correct decisions are based on truthful understanding.
With each slash, this world crumbled, blood surged from the crevices of the earth, forming rivers and lakes, while cracks appeared in the sky, like blood vessels pulsating continuously.
The sailors seemed oblivious, going about their own tasks, only Jin sat atop the mast, watching this gradually destructing world.
Destruction is always easy, Power brings destruction with it.
Su Changxing thought he might trigger the rules alert of this world, but didn’t, the Blood Moon appeared calm, seemingly indifferent to all he was doing, maybe this whole world was insignificant to the Blood Moon.
...
Carl and the Black Crow Masked Man no longer followed behind, as the path had ended ahead, they had reached the edge of the reality dimension, going further, Subspace would become extremely dangerous, possibly swallowed by the Abyss.
The Abyss is a place viewed as taboo by the Divine Spirits, any creature, including the Divine Spirits, once fallen into it, will face endless calamity.
All humans once believed the Abyss to be the source of disaster, until they discovered the Abyss could even devour Chaos.
"He avoided our sight, it’s said that within this mist, there are countless lost worlds still." the Black Crow Masked Man said in a deep voice.
Carl closed his eyes, the light around him intensified: "I can already feel the presence of that Ancient God growing stronger, seemingly walking from past time into now, all of this was planned."
Time is relative, once the Ancient God walks from past time to now, the time of the reality dimension must also reverse.
...
World collapsed into chaos, Wanfang’s voice gradually faded, the Blood Moon grew dim, only faint stars projected through the sky’s cracks.
Su Changxing looked up to the sky, saw a figure forming from the gathering stars, and couldn’t help but remark: "Aren’t you arriving a tad late."
The newcomer was Hongjun, still looking the same, only a skeleton, clutching the Star Spear: "Seems you don’t need me anymore, I’m surprised you could make it to this point!"
Su Changxing smiled ambiguously: "Are you surprised? I doubt it."
He lifted the blade in his hand, suddenly launched an attack on Hongjun, with intent to kill, slicing through space.
If a world can be destroyed, what can’t be done to a Hongjun!
Better a wrong kill than letting go.
Hongjun blocked in front with the Star Spear but was shattered, body sliced in two, falling from the sky, hitting the ground.
Immediately thereafter, as Su Changxing prepared to strike again, spectral green hands emerged from the ground.
[Nether Hand: Rank A Crown, mysterious object forged from powerful souls, can exert mighty power under special conditions.]
It turned out to be so.
In the Pocket Galaxy, similar things were still bound, and the one who attacked them previously in the Death Rift was precisely Hongjun.
But why would Hongjun do this?
Su Changxing instead smiled, resting the scythe on his shoulder, behind him appeared a hundred-foot-tall Buddha, each golden hand grasping those Nether Hands.
He looked at Hongjun: "Were you also the one who killed that person in the Death Rift?"
Hongjun said nothing, but the answer was already clear; he merely sighed: "You are smarter than I imagined, and luckier too... You actually reached this stage."
Su Changxing sighed and looked at the world: "So it means all of this is related to you, you’re related to the ancient gods? Or perhaps you are an ancient god yourself?"
"Who would have thought that even the ancient divine spirits could be human."
Hongjun was firmly suppressed by Su Changxing, yet he remained calm, instead speaking with a smile: "I’m not the only one, aren’t you also related to the ancient gods?"
Su Changxing furrowed his brow: "Me?"
Hongjun spoke calmly: "You might not even realize it yourself, but I exist because of you."
At the same time.
Hongjun’s skeletal face trembled continuously, transforming into the faces of countless different people, and the surrounding light became dim.
Su Changxing sensed something was amiss, raised the scythe in his hand and slashed down, but stopped just short, unable to move forward another inch.
At that moment, Hongjun’s face froze, exactly the same as Su Changxing’s, as if a perfect replication, whether in expression or anything else.
At this moment.
His body was cold, feeling a tremendous fear, the scythe in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound as he took steps back.
He recalled something.
He seemed to have already died in that cold long night, not knowing how he survived...
"Why?"
"You know why, it’s a transaction, don’t forget."
Hongjun’s body disappeared from the ground, as if he never existed at all.
Su Changxing crouched on the ground, with his back facing the dead, shattered world filled with scarlet, recalling forgotten things.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, not the fresh red of human blood, but azure, and as it fell to the ground, a small green sprout broke through the soil.
Life.
He had always persistently pursued and longed for it, yet seemingly never truly possessed it, envying those who had life, eager to protect it.
But in the end, it seemed to be all for naught.
A white staircase appeared before him, a figure walked towards him step by step, exactly resembling him in appearance, expression, attire.
It seemed to be him, yet it wasn’t.
His existence was being replaced, bit by bit, the interchange between reality and illusion.
It seemed many worlds, many times had a person named "Su Changxing" exist, Klein, Liu Luola, Hongjun.
Yet this was merely the ancient gods’ projection in a dimension of reality, perhaps not initially, but eventually.
The so-called discount shop was presumably just power lent to the clone by the ancient god.
Everything progressed on the anticipated trajectory, without a shred of accident, and there would never be any accident.
The players of the Three Religions seemed to have done no wrong; he was just too stubborn, too self-assured.
Yet all this remained on the trajectory.
Moving towards the same future from a myriad of timelines.
Su Changxing lay on the shattered ground, gazing at the fractured starry sky, seeing a familiar figure approaching, but unable to recall who it was.
"Don’t leave me!"
Jin kneeled, embraced him tightly, her face stained with tears, she was crying.
She sensed Su Changxing’s change, seemingly distancing, vanishing from this world, like dust in the wind.
Su Changxing smiled, patted her shoulder, though unable to recall who she truly was, he still said:
"Live on!"
Striking divine text appeared on his skin, sacred and solemn, the surrounding world transformed accordingly, birdsong and floral fragrance, solemn bells chimed from afar.
"No!!"
Blue and red eyes filled with brutality, Jin shouted, lowered her head, grabbed her own hair, seemingly calling for something.
Boundless darkness surged from below.
It was the abyss.
Like a large fish, it devoured this world whole, everything turned to annihilation, whether meant to exist or not, including time and space.
In Su Changxing’s mind, memories retraced, exposing a helpless expression, remembering who stood before him, he touched Jin’s hair: "Was it truly necessary?"
Jin merely smiled gently, hugged tightly, trembling slightly with cold.
The two fell into the endless abyss together, the moment was brief, just an instant, yet simultaneously long, akin to eternity.
"Such an outcome seemed to be anticipated."
Su Changxing kissed Jin’s face, wet, sweet, with a faint fragrance, calming the mind, serving as a final beautiful memory before death.
Boundless cold swept in, chilling to the bone, then losing consciousness.
A familiar feeling, as if experienced somewhere, the despair lacking borders, thus it wasn’t truly despair, only darkness.
Life, how should it truly exist·······