Chapter 462: Last Time, on the First Battlefield, You Escaped Death

The final battle can be lost, but it cannot be retreated from—that’s ghost logic.

Isn’t losing worse than retreating?

In the war between gods and demons, victory and defeat mean life and death; to lose is to die, to lose everything—what meaning does retreat hold then?

Kamikawa Mitsu did not understand the meaning of “Eternal Pupil.”

He had seen fragments of Eternal Pupil’s past memories, linking his father—the supreme being suspected to be Cangjie—to this great war; his intuition told him the two were connected.

Only an unimaginably terrifying battle could have severely wounded a being on the verge of attaining the Supreme Dao, threatening his very life.

Such battles are rare.

The war Kamikawa Mitsu witnessed met this criterion.

The war shifted in an instant.

When Eternal Pupil appeared, the battle intensified, the tide turned sharply, like a domino effect—his arrival triggered the emergence of more and more great terrors!

One, two, three…

Even Kamikawa Mitsu was stunned, his heart stirred.

The weakest of the emerging great terrors were all Immortals!

That’s too many—considering all the worlds of the cosmos, even the openly known Immortals totaled barely twenty, and including hidden ones, perhaps no more than fifty.

As for the Supreme beings beyond Immortals, Kamikawa Mitsu had never seen or heard of any.

In the cosmos, worlds are countless; calling them “ten thousand worlds” is no exaggeration—small worlds hold tens of millions, large ones hold trillions upon trillions; the total human population exceeds the stars in the sky.

Under such numbers, only fifty-odd Immortals had emerged; one could only imagine how difficult it was to achieve Immortality.

Yet now, in this war, Kamikawa Mitsu saw over fifty Immortals appear, fighting fiercely, plunging into the Nine Heavens and Huangquan, boiling the Huangquan River itself.

Using the cosmos of this era as reference, the “final battle” Kamikawa Mitsu witnessed involved the entire cosmos.

This was a war encompassing the entire cosmos!

Even Immortals were drawn in.

It was impossible to imagine what cause could compel Immortals to fight.

Achieving Immortality was nearly attaining supremacy over the cosmos; in any world, they were top-tier beings, none dared provoke them—they were immortal, no longer needing to care for power or longevity.

Across the cosmos, few things could attract Immortals.

Let alone compel nearly all Immortals of the cosmos to join.

What kind of benefit could make Immortals fight? How immense must that benefit be? Otherwise, how could so many Immortals divide it?

He fell silent for a moment.

Kamikawa Mitsu thought of one thing that could draw all Immortals into battle, something worthy of their madness.

Attaining the Supreme Dao.

At the Immortal level, nothing is unattainable—only strength remains their pursuit.

The Supreme Dao is stronger than Immortality.

Once attaining the Supreme Dao, one doesn’t merely dominate a single world, but the entire cosmos; one becomes a titan of the cosmos, nearly invincible.

Yet…

Kamikawa Mitsu was troubled.

If the secret to attaining the Supreme Dao drew Immortals into battle, how was it connected to “cannot retreat”?

It seemed unrelated.

Focused on why Immortals joined, Kamikawa Mitsu had ignored “cannot retreat.”

Before he could ponder further,

The war brought another shock.

“That… is a Supreme?!”

Kamikawa Mitsu suddenly felt a heart-stopping dread; an aura spread, and his heart froze in that instant.

Even all the gods and demons in the war, and the Immortals themselves, paused.

The entire scene looked like a blockbuster film suddenly glitching, the frame freezing.

The next instant,

Everyone, including Kamikawa Mitsu, turned their gaze toward the eastern horizon of the Yin Earth world.

As if clouds parted to reveal the blue sky.

Like after a rainstorm, dark clouds cleared, stars and silver moon emerged from the clouds, pouring down starlight and moonlight.

A terrifying being descended from the horizon.

This was an invincible being!

Not metaphorical—truly invincible!

Even in this war, he was invincible; not even Immortals could stand against him.

He was a Supreme.

Kamikawa Mitsu’s face showed shock—he appeared, a Supreme!

This was his first time seeing a Supreme—not a fictional creation, but a real, actual Supreme being who had once existed.

“It’s not the attainment of the Supreme Dao that drew Immortals into battle—it’s not that.”

Kamikawa Mitsu was certain.

The Supreme’s appearance shattered his previous hypothesis.

The phrase “cannot retreat” must have another truth—something other than attaining the Supreme Dao.

The war descended into chaos.

The Supreme acted—not just one, but the enemy also had a Supreme emerge.

Either you see no Supremes, or you see two at once; Kamikawa Mitsu had no time to be stunned or to think, for the Supreme spoke one sentence—and his mind went utterly blank.

“Let go. You cannot win. You’ve lost again and again. When the River of Time was severed, your fate was already sealed.”

Kamikawa Mitsu froze, dumbstruck.

What had he just heard? The River of Time was severed?

Thump-thump, thump-thump…

Like drums pounding against his heart, his soul, his consciousness, his spirit, his entire being.

His mind was filled only with the phrase “the River of Time was severed.” Even the most basic truth—that only a Supreme could sever the River of Time—slipped through him:

A Supreme truly existed.

The Supreme, which he had imagined as fantasy—or nearly impossible—was real.

The River of Time was a concept Kamikawa Mitsu himself had devised, since such a thing involved Time, the most intangible, invisible Dao.

To sever Time—that kind of being was unthinkable to exist.

He no longer cared whether Supremes existed; his focus was entirely on the phrase “the River of Time was severed.”

He had conceived the River of Time being severed, and thus the world evolved into past and future.

Now he learned the River of Time had been severed…

Was this coincidence?

If only one Kamikawa Mitsu existed, he might not think much of it—but this was not just one.

Kamikawa Mitsu had not forgotten: his fictional creations, the Ancient Gods and Cangjie, had truly existed.

One could be coincidence—but two?

As Kamikawa Mitsu stood in doubt, the opposing Supreme spoke slowly:

“This time is not a loss. The River of Time was severed, but the Wheel of Rebirth was not broken. Everything can be reset. This game will begin anew. Last time, on the First Battlefield, you escaped death. This time, I will not let you live again.”

No second word followed.

The Supreme advanced toward the enemy.

Heaven shattered, earth cracked, chaos opened; earth, wind, water, and fire transformed, as if countless worlds were born and destroyed in endless cycles.

Space and dimensions trembled.

These two Supremes were too powerful—not newly attained, but far along the path of the Supreme Dao, even brushing against Time itself.

Their battle twisted time and space.

Even Kamikawa Mitsu’s current location was affected.

Though he stood in the very place where two Supremes had fought in the past, the impact reached his own era, disturbing the boundary between past and present.

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