Chapter 474: A Thousand Hands, A Thousand Eyes

"Thirteenth Realm… Peak of the Heavenly Immortal Law Lord!"

"But his condition is poor…"

The instant Fang Xing saw the Creator, he estimated its approximate realm.

After all, he had roamed the Qingyuan Great Realm; he still had this much insight.

A being of the Creator's power, even in the Spirit Realm, would be a Peak True Immortal upon ascension—not a minor figure.

"Yet… I can only… fight! Fight! Fight!!!"

Fang Xing roared, his power of the Space-Time Dao enveloping his body, shrouding this universe in countless space-time chaos currents.

Then, amid flickering light and shadow, he held the "Ten Thousand Transformations Cauldron" and summoned from the past a jet-black stone dragon.

No—he should say, the past self of the Black Dragon!

Originally, his power over the Time Dao alone could not achieve this.

But over these past years, his comprehension of the Time Law had made great strides; though not yet a Master, he was nearly there.

Combined with the creative power of the "Ten Thousand Transformations Cauldron," a fragmented celestial relic, he finally managed to restore the Black Dragon's past self and bring it back to reality!

Roar! Roar!

The Black Dragon roared, transforming into a black hole, unleashing terrifying gravitational force toward the Creator.

The Creator seemed motionless, yet seemed to glance at Fang Xing.

In that glance, the black hole instantly dissolved into nothingness…

This was the "Illusion Law"—as a Heavenly Immortal Law Lord, the Creator had fully mastered this Law.

Even if something was not illusory, once enveloped by His Law, it would turn to void.

Turning the real into illusion, all was but a dream!

"Far from the inverted dream of red dust, one finally attains Nirvana!"

Fang Xing sighed as he watched the Black Dragon's past self vanish instantly.

Even a single glance fell upon him, carrying the power of Illusion Law, intent on erasing him entirely.

Fang Xing's body instantly turned transparent, his bones and flowing blood clearly visible.

Yet between flesh and bone, threads of Law-lines shimmered, resisting the might of Illusion Law.

"True Self Law!"

Fang Xing's body solidified instantly; he activated his secret technique at full power, and behind his head, a "Space-Time Imperishable Sun" emerged, manifesting the Time Wheel Vajra, as he slammed out a palm!

The Great Sun Buddha Palm—Great Sun Nirvana!

That imperishable celestial body, seemingly from endless space-time, hurled a sliver of its projection before the Creator.

Blinding light and heat, carrying the power of imperishable time, engulfed the Creator.

"Too strong… can't win…"

"Only delay."

After unleashing his strongest attack, infused with his martial will, Fang Xing sighed—he knew he was no match for the Creator, even in his weakened state!

"My full force, even with the Black Dragon's past self, only reaches around Seventh Realm of a Heavenly Immortal…"

"Imperial weapons are creations of the Chaos Realm; my Time Law still cannot summon their past shadows into the present…"

"And the Creator is a Peak Heavenly Immortal—even weakened, he remains terrifyingly fierce…"

"All I can do now is buy a little time…"

But delaying was part of Fang Xing's strategy!

Long before breaking through the Tenth Martial Realm, he had planned and envisioned multiple scenarios.

That he was no match for the Creator was the most likely outcome.

But if he could delay, he still had hope!

Because his former body had been the Creator's creation, and now he resided within the universe the Creator had forged—perfectly setting up a "Dao Struggle" with the Creator.

His own "weakness" was his advantage!

Specifically, the Creator sought to perfect the "True-Illusion Dao," with immense accumulation in this area.

Compared to the Creator, Fang Xing's accumulation was extremely shallow.

If the Creator was a lake or ocean, Fang Xing was merely a puddle—but through this "Dao Struggle," the Creator's "seawater"—his Law comprehension—was being siphoned into Fang Xing!

Fang Xing had only just entered the True Self Law during his breakthrough, yet in this brief moment, he felt as if receiving a divine infusion; countless Law insights surfaced in his mind.

On his attribute panel, the proficiency of the True Self Law surged rapidly.

It had already reached the "Proficient" level!

Such fortune—he had never witnessed it even in the Qingyuan Great Realm, yet here it was.

"No wonder the Creator was willing to awaken prematurely just to erase Ye Liuyun and me…"

"Our existence is the greatest harm and desecration to Him!"

Just now, it was precisely Fang Xing's Proficient-level True Self Law, combined with the contradiction between True Self and Illusion, that barely resisted the Creator's erasing gaze.

Fang Xing even suspected that if he continued to survive…

He might gradually catch up to the Creator in Law comprehension, standing on equal footing with him.

With this, ascending to the Thirteenth Realm would be effortless!

"The Creator's 'Creation Ritual'—forging this universe, birthing the Outworld Demons, attempting to ascend to the Fourteenth Realm as a Chaos Dao Lord… seems fraught with grave flaws."

"Far inferior to the several secret methods in the 'Pan Wu Scripture' for aiding ascent to Chaos Dao Lord…"

As Fang Xing pondered, the Space-Time Imperishable Sun was torn apart.

Dark fissures, like solar flares, coalesced, splitting the imperishable sun, from which emerged countless divine and demonic arms.

In the palm of each arm grew a black vertical pupil, fixed unblinkingly on Fang Xing.

The Creator's form now transformed into a monstrous, thousand-armed, thousand-eyed demon.

Each demonic eye carried the power of "Dreamlike Illusory Flowers"—anything gazed upon turned to void.

Even with the True Self Law, Fang Xing's grasp was still shallow.

If struck repeatedly, he too would dissolve into nothingness.

Swish!

Fang Xing's body split apart; countless pasts and futures converged, allowing him to grasp his one True Self, transcending fate.

Instantly, he seemed to have a thousand incarnations, fleeing in all directions—yet these clones were far weaker than the Black Dragon's past self, and vanished instantly under each gaze…

…

Blue Star.

A mechanical planet unfolded and transformed into a mechanical sky-cover, like a Dyson sphere, enveloping the entire Blue Star.

This prevented the billions of Blue Star citizens from being crushed by the battle's aftershocks.

"Three Elders…"

Chief Executive Zhao Erles dialed the comm: "I saw the highest alert… has the Creator awakened?"

"Indeed… He is erasing Elder Fang, but has not yet succeeded."

The mechanical voice of the Founding Headmaster echoed from the comm.

"Elder Fang is fighting for the Blue Star Federation—for humanity!"

Zhao Erles's face twisted with anxiety: "Will we… succeed?"

"We don't know…"

Even the Founding Headmaster was lost in uncertainty at this question.

…

Blue Star University.

The chaos quickly subsided—after all, the number of Martial Gods and Martial Sages was no lie.

Then came higher-level warnings.

"Quickly… all below Martial Sage, head to the underground shelters immediately."

Blue Star's shelters were of high grade, capable of resisting spiritual pollution from Outworld Demons.

And if resistance proved impossible, the shelters would automatically sink to the "Core Defense Circle!"

This was Blue Star's final line of defense—capable, theoretically, of holding off a Three-Pillar Outworld Demon for a time.

That time would be enough for evacuation and the Seed Plan.

"No! I won't go!"

Gu Jiantong shoved his grandson's hand away, glaring darkly at the sky.

His future had been shattered by Outworld Demons.

Now, his archenemy—the man he had chased his whole life—was battling the Outworld Demons' master.

And he… was he to hide like a rat in an underground shelter?

Gu Jiantong could not accept it.

"Don't obstruct the evacuation, stubborn old man…"

Song Jingang walked over, his arm thick with coarse hair like a gorilla's, seized Gu Jiantong, and gave him a light shake.

Gu Jiantong immediately fainted.

He casually tossed Gu Jiantong like trash to his grandson: "Go on—just punch these old bones out."

"Th… thank you."

Gu Jiantong's grandson had no intention of lingering—he immediately carried his grandfather toward the underground shelter.

He knew full well the danger of the extraterrestrial demonic gods.

Although mechanical sky shields and numerous satellite weapons now protect us, a single glance might inflict irreversible injuries that can never be healed—just like how his grandfather was ruined.

So he chose to listen to others, eat his fill...

As evacuation proceeded, the figures within Blue Star University grew fewer and fewer.

Only those with cultivation above the Eighth Realm, the Saint of Martial Arts, dared remain outside.

Liu Wei and Nangong Xue were among them.

"The Creator… has awakened? Damn it, damn it!"

Liu Wei slammed a furious punch into the wall beside him.

Though he had made peace with himself and no longer chased after certain things with fervor, the helplessness he felt now still left him stifled.

His close friends and brothers were still fighting in outer space, yet he didn't even have the right to watch!

"How is the battle going?"

Duan Hai had already summoned the Moon God, a Tenth Realm combatant equivalent to an armored Martial God.

But Blue Star had not issued him a mobilization order to deploy into outer space, leaving him deeply dissatisfied: "Do we really lack even the strength to support the battlefield?"

"In fact… we truly do not…"

Jian Qiu, the Martial God, was contacting the founding principal; he now lifted his head, his eyes filled with shock: "The founding principal says that even the three Federation Elders currently lack the right to support Elder Fang's battle… Blue Star has long since been removed from its original orbit, relocated, and is fleeing toward the depths of the universe…"

"Thirteenth Realm…"

Duan Hai, the Martial God, clenched his fists, feeling utterly powerless.

…

In the universe.

As countless temporal avatars were nullified and destroyed, Fang Xing had been driven into utter desperation!

The Creator's thousand-handed, thousand-eyed demonic statue had sealed time and space!

After all, he is the Creator of this universe—the supreme authority!

After several exchanges, once he understood Fang Xing's temporal laws, achieving this was natural.

If Fang Xing were a Time Immortal, he might still counter, but now… he was again crushed in the realm of laws.

Whoosh!

A demonic god, taller than a star and nearly filling the entire universe Fang Xing could see, stood towering—countless arms crashed down, sealing all time and space, trapping Fang Xing at the center!

In its palms, countless eyes opened, locking onto him!

Second chapter update later

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