Chapter 390

Indeed, the ancient Babylonian mythic essence was Abzu.

Professor Nakata thought to himself thus.

At that moment, in the conference room, a senior suddenly asked: "Sui Ren Shi and Abzu should be the only ones, right?"

No one answered his question.

As ordinary people who had never encountered cultivation, the realms of gods and demons were utterly beyond their reach; in their eyes, any level of god or demon seemed immensely powerful.

At first, when the god-demon levels were low, just the early steps, they could still judge by destructive power.

But the further up you went, it became nearly impossible to judge, because these elders' battles were annihilation—once they fought, destruction alone could no longer be the measure.

At that level, they could casually create worlds.

A mere flick of their hand manifested the principles of Dao, law, and cosmic order, unrelated to destructive power, profoundly obscure.

Take Nüba, for example.

They saw Nüba lightly slap out a palm, as if an ordinary person extending a hand—yet what happened? A world vanished.

Those who transcended life and death, achieving immortality, no longer touched power, but the ultimate truths: Dao, law, and cosmic rules.

Their battles, any single movement, were terrifying divine arts in the eyes of gods and demons.

When they wielded divine arts, they merely applied law, Dao, and cosmic rules—some might say their methods returned to simplicity, others might say they did not.

Thus, it was hard to judge.

Even the Supreme Spirit, the invincible one beneath the sole, could not judge, because they could not perceive the true strength of the Supreme Spirit's level—they only knew it was absurdly powerful.

To comprehend the true horror of that level, one must at least enter immortality to understand and experience it.

Just as the senior asked.

The trembling heavens and earth froze.

In the unseen, even those not in the universe felt that the cosmos where Earth resided had fallen silent.

Not just Earth, but all other worlds and realms were equally still, evoking a strange illusion…

Time had stopped?

Though all beings could move freely, they instinctively felt time and space had ceased motion.

And all of this occurred in the instant Sui Ren Shi stepped into Hangu Pass and locked gazes with Abzu.

The two faced each other, silent, each throwing a punch.

Brilliant light erupted; countless Dao paths fell like stars, laws burned like giant stars, covering countless miles between and around them.

In that instant.

Not just mortals, but immortals and demons, even Mi Tian Da Sheng Jun and others felt the entire world's Dao had vanished.

For them, the Dao they knew intimately was gone—vanished in an instant, as if never existing; their internal Dao, spiritual energy, god-demon power—all died, reduced to utter stillness, as if they had never been.

Illusion?

No! This was no illusion!

All were utterly terrified, stunned to the point their faces lost all expression.

Was Sui Ren Shi and Abzu's confrontation… truly a confrontation?

Wasn't it rather the destruction of countless Dao paths across the universe, the annihilation of all cosmic laws and principles?

Then the two fully clashed.

Unstoppable, unmatched, creation from nothing, opening heaven and earth, explosions erupted, endless storms of Dao principles evolved into primordial chaos—earth, wind, water, fire—in an instant giving birth to layered heavens.

They opened the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man; the Six Paths of Reincarnation followed; ancient, boundless void, and then a river of time stretched across the void.

All gods, demons, and immortals rubbed their eyes frantically, thinking they were hallucinating.

"M-m-m-much more—a river… of time?!"

The river rushed with a whooshing sound, illusory yet real, appearing between them, spanning across Hangu Pass.

Did they really fight so hard they created a river of time?!

Countless mortals, gods, and immortals screamed internally, nearly suffering heart attacks from terror.

"Abzu, do you know what you're doing today?"

Sui Ren Shi spoke—and in an instant, he opened all things; a single cosmos, save for time and space, bloomed into countless realms with his words.

Words bring forth law!

Every word, every action birthed a cosmos.

"I know."

Abzu threw a punch, bearing the weight of thirty-eight layers of supreme worlds.

Thirty-eight stacked supreme realms encircled him—no matter what supreme being, all turned to ash.

As he spoke.

Abzu unleashed his punch.

The river of time shattered under the pressure of his fist's momentum, reduced to dust, too fine to cling together.

This sight made Mi Tian Da Sheng Jun and others' eyelids twitch violently, their hearts filled with dread.

Fortunately, this punch was not aimed at the true river of time, and Sui Ren Shi intercepted it—if it had struck the river of time, all of them would have died beyond resurrection, even remaking the river of time would not help.

"To jump out of the game, I must do this."

Abzu spoke.

"Worth it?"

Sui Ren Shi's voice was calm, serene, like wind and clouds drifting—no longer a question, but rather… no, it was the voice of an eternal, unyielding heaven, gazing down upon countless worlds, watching the ebb and flow of time and dust, transcending all.

In his long existence, what great storms had he not seen?

He did not ask what the "game" was, nor inquire about anything else—like old friends, both enemy and ally, even a single glance could instantly reveal the meaning behind each other's actions.

So he did not want to know what this scheme was, nor did he wish to inquire who had orchestrated it, or why escaping the scheme required betrayal—could there be no other way? He asked nothing at all.

He only wanted to ask the other: was it worth it?

Because knowing just this one thing was enough; nothing else needed to be asked.

Because what difference would asking make? What difference would not asking make? If the other deemed it worth so much, no amount of questioning would be anything but futile.

"Worth it."

Abusu gave his answer, an immediate and unhesitating response.

His voice was decisive, ringing with resounding force.

He turned to Sui Ren Shi—the killing had not ceased; he still fought with full force, every strike a lethal technique, utterly unlike the image Sui Ren Shi had projected of them as both foe and ally—instead, they seemed mortal enemies, bound by a struggle of life or death, one must perish for the other to live:

"At our level, some things are more important than life—friendship, kinship, dignity, honor…"

If the First Spirit's battle had been too brief, leaving people unable to grasp true power, only sensing one-sided domination,

then now, the clash between Sui Ren Shi and Abusu truly showed the world what true power meant.

True power is not destruction—it is creation.

This is the supreme might.

Their killing blows carried infinite lethal intent, yet each collision did not merely give rise to countless worlds—it also birthed new Dao, new laws, new principles.

As they clashed, their Dao intertwined, giving birth to a new Dao.

Merely watching their battle, let alone gods, demons, immortals, and devils—even ordinary people like Takahashi Director felt themselves on the verge of transcendence; their bodies and bloodlines subtly transformed at this very moment.

If given a cultivation technique, they could immediately attain the extraordinary and enter Life Stage One.

Xiang Hong was the most direct proof—he fell into a profound, ineffable state, and unconsciously rose from Life Stage Two to Life Stage Three, his momentum undiminished.

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