How should Wu Hen break the deadlock?
Zhuo Nan, Su Li, Li Feng, Gong Qin, Cai Lan, and all those who pinned their hopes on the suffering Human Clan of the Nuwa Lineage were all worried.
Before this Space-Ti Gate was opened, no one really knew what was blocking the path of these Evolvers, whether it was the otherworldly sinister Predators or the apex beings of the food chain in the Desert Dust. Until now, they could see clearly that to cross this dinsion, they would all have to face the most powerful God from Cang Chu's past.
If there were no new sprouts like the Nuwa Lineage, no people coming forth in a utopia to nurture higher thoughts, then the ntal shackles alone would suffice to have all the powerful figures of Cang Chu's future generations kneel down. No matter how the strength evolved, it could never surpass the era of the Red Robed Saint and the Night Leader, so they and their descendants would be eternally imprisoned in Cang Chu, continuously suffering the curses and erosion from the high dinsions, one cycle after another.
All living beings climb upwards from the lowest level to the otherworldly heights, ultimately transforming into brilliant stars in the sky, illuminating the earth. But even these life forms that beco gods eventually turn into tiny dust in the otherworldly, the Eternal Gate has shut to them, and the doors to freedom and peace are also just fleeting...
Whether it was Da Xuan, the Holy Sect, or the most populous Zhenwu, or any other forrly resplendent Human Clan, they have all followed the vortex within Cang Chu, slaughtering each other in this narrow whirlpool, making the Alternate Universe a perilous existence, turning Cang Chu into a stagnant pool.
Only the newborn Nuwa Lineage refuses to believe in fate, firmly believing that the Human Holy Realm exists in the world beyond the walls. The peace they once enjoyed might be fictional, but the persistence in the faith towards peace is real, the emotions nurtured are the purest, and they will find a Pure Land just like the world of old, free from erosion and destruction. Most of them are not even obsessed with becoming gods, eternal life forms of the universe, but rely opening their eyes each day to feel the gentle sunlight, slling the aroma wafting from the kitchen, staying together with their loved ones.
In the past, such a life was within reach, now they need continuous evolution to beco like the Heavenly God to fight all otherworldly Predators, they need to keep exploring to find the most suitable land where they can peacefully dwell. Such a life now lies at the distant end of the Star River, yet it does not hinder them from embarking on starry journeys.
Cang Chu is a cosmic prison...
And the Nuwa Lineage is the children born in this cosmic prison, who must climb the prison walls to embrace the outside world.
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"If you only keep defending and avoiding, this Seven-Colored Mountain and Sea carrying your hopes will soon be burned to irreparable ashes." The Night Leader looks down, gazing at Wu Hen who never confronts him head-on.
Even at this point, the other side is still playing little tricks.
With just a bit of concentration, the Night Leader can see Wu Hen's every subsequent move.
What disappointed the Night Leader imnsely was that the opponent showed no action, rely dodging continuously during his explosive attacks, even deliberately fleeing in the opposite direction from the Infinite City, trying to lure him away from the boundary of the Seven-Colored Mountain and Sea.
Such childish tactics!
The feeling is no different from a chess player facing an opponent who knows they will lose, but still deliberately drags out the ti, each move being made at the last possible second, making the inevitable loss a prolonged process.
Wu Hen, however, remains silent.
As if I don't already know that my defeat is inevitable, right?
If even utilizing the Black Divine Death Sword I can't defeat the Night Leader, what's the point of fighting him?
Knowing he would lose, yet resolutely advancing to attack—if this were a chess ga, where he could start over, learn from his losses, Wu Hen would not hesitate, he would boldly make his move, unafraid of this defeat, because only by realizing how the opponent has trapped him can he know where he went wrong...
But Wu Hen knows reality isn't a chess match, there's no chance for a do-over, deliberately stretching the defeat's tiline is not to tornt himself, nor the opponent, it's just that Wu Hen won't give up so easily.
He chose to defend, to retreat, while also giving himself more ti to calm down.
"I'm ready with my Breathing Control... Let's do this together..." Mingyi, seeing Wu Hen relentlessly whipped by the Night Leader, bites her lip and decides to fight alongside Wu Hen.
But Wu Hen shakes his head at this mont.
Though Mingyi is strong, she still needs to reserve her Qi to activate Ti Yuan You to repair the Seven-Colored Mountain and Sea.
Furthermore, the Night Leader's power is targeted against himself.
Their beliefs diverge, so he must muster sufficient strength to prove that his philosophy is wrong—if he can't even cross the mountain that is the Night Leader, how could he possibly climb the prison walls to face those eternal high-dinsional beings outside?
The reason the Night Leader beca his enemy is irrelevant to notions of good and evil.
Yet such an enemy is formidable enough to be unbeatable.
"Trust ," Wu Hen earnestly says to Mingyi.
"Okay," Mingyi nods, understanding her mission—to absorb more Spiritual Factors, otherwise she wouldn't even have the Qi to activate the high-dinsional Ti Yuan You.
The Night Leader's calm fury echoes with each swing of his Heavenly Chain, lashing not just at Wu Hen, but at every God who dares to transcend dinsions.
They can't imagine how to defeat such an existence, and many even wonder how the Red Robed Saint managed to kill the Night Leader in that era. No one knows this piece of history, yet it's unfolding now.
The Red Robed Saint did nothing; he rely watched coldly from the sidelines.
Perhaps everyone is curious about how he killed the Night Leader...
But in fact, he doesn't know either.
He had no part in the other gods' and Future Warriors' fights.
To Cai Qiong, all he needs to do is wait—for Wu Hen and the Night Leader to decide life and death, so he can deal with the one who survives...
Sohow, watching this unfilial descendant Wu Hen, he felt oddly that he was neither powerless nor choosing to evade.
He defended steadfastly, avoided the edge decisively, and delayed deliberately—not like waiting for his inevitable defeat, but like waiting for so turnaround.
Yet where is this turnaround?
The Red Robed Saint carefully observed Wu Hen, noticing that he occasionally glanced at other battlefields, specifically those battles between the Future Warriors in the Infinite City and the Night Nuwa Lineage, with the contemporary gods of the Human Clan.
Suddenly, the Red Robed Saint understood, his lips curled up, and he slowly raised his hand, releasing his Divine Thought.
This is a halting gesture, and the Ten Thousand Veins God's will is carried out by all, he only needed an order, and all the Cang Chu Gods of his era would stop.
"Everyone, take a break, let these Future Nuwa Lineage clean out the Night Nuwa Lineage." The Red Robed Saint ordered the gods.
Though puzzled, the gods dared not disobey.
All the gods ceased their pursuits, quickly gathering behind the Red Robed Saint Cai Qiong, each standing in mid-air, forming a galaxy behind Cai Qiong's back, as bright and magnificent as the celestial phenona observed by mankind during midsumr, symbolizing the Milky Way that human technology could never surpass.
Seeing this scene, Wu Hen imdiately frowned and cursed across the void, "Red Robed old ghost, I'll never coexist with you!"
The Red Robed Saint rely laughed, amused that Wu Hen's thod to break the deadlock was transparently read by him—he would not be used by Wu Hen as external aid.
"Holy Ancestor, what exactly is that boy doing, can he really defeat the Five Sense Night Leader?" Sword Immortal Ling Hu asked, puzzled.
"Do you think we can defeat him?" asked the Red Robed Saint.
Sword Immortal Ling Hu hesitated for a mont, then shook his head and said, "As long as he doesn't want to die, we can't kill him."
"See that space-ti; there we are both victors and losers. In this battle, Night Leader died, but was he truly killed by us?" the Red Robed Saint Cai Qiong pointed to that tiless space above, through the Infinite City three hundred years into the future, making so trans-temporal judgnts.
"Who then, if not killed by us, could do it?" Sword Immortal Ling Hu said, astonished.
Night Leader's strength was acknowledged by all of them, the war persisted so long due to Night Leader's realm of the Five Senses and his extraordinarily evolved subordinates.
"Everything has beco uncertain," said the Red Robed Saint.
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