Dark red divine blood, mixed with magma, surged madly from his massive wounds, but upon touching the black Law on the ground, it quickly lost its temperature and turned into lifeless ash.

"No... this is impossible..."

Chaidamen's only remaining dark gold eye widened. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

He stared at the tiny figure riding atop his head, his lips trembling.

"The will of heaven... it had clearly locked onto you..."

"Francis... that old fox who mastered the foundation of the Holy City, also exhausted his full strength to join forces with me..."

"Why... why are you still..."

Vitality was crazily draining from Chaidamen's body; his voice grew weaker and weaker, to the point where he didn't even have the strength to lift a single finger.

And upon Chaidamen's massive, crack-filled head.

Mr. Duan sat calmly.

He was still wearing that exquisite, crisp, and spotless black suit.

After a high-dimensional divine battle capable of destroying half the continent, there wasn't even a single wrinkle on his clothes.

Mr. Duan did not immediately answer Chaidamen's question.

He took a clean white silk handkerchief from his suit pocket and, lowering his head, carefully wiped away the specks of ash staining his fingers.

His movements were elegant and composed.

"Chaidamen, the things in your brain have already ossified."

Mr. Duan discarded the used handkerchief into the wind and looked up, casting a glance at the giant beneath his feet.

"Your wishful thinking was wrong."

"Did you think that by relying on Francis—who was scared out of his wits and forcibly piled up power using the lives of Mortals—along with that ethereal will of heaven, you could pin me down here in the Old Days Mountains?"

"Too naive."

"The Heavenly Dao you speak of, that World Will which was once high and mighty, locking us all down with shackles of rules... it is nowhere near as powerful as it once was."

Mr. Duan stood up, his leather shoes pressing into Chaidamen's scorching skull, making a teeth-grinding sizzling sound.

"It is old, and it is weak."

"To suppress those relics of the old era that have been springing up all over the world like bamboo shoots after rain, it has already scattered too much of its power and computational ability."

Mr. Duan raised his hand and pointed to the gradually dissipating tribulation clouds above, his tone mocking:

"You saw it just now; the lightning punishment it unleashed, while seemingly mighty, is nothing but a paper tiger in front of my true high-dimensional Origin."

"I didn't even need to use my full strength; I only needed to go with the flow and slightly distort the trajectory of Francis's attack, allowing his 'Holy Light Judgment' to block most of the heavenly might for me."

Hearing this, Chaidamen began to cough violently, and mouthfuls of magma-like blood gushed from his mouth.

"You... you lunatic..."

Chaidamen gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment, "You deceived the Heavenly Dao... you even devoured the Blood Ancestor... what exactly do you want to do?!"

"What do I want to do?"

Mr. Duan lowered his head, a fanatical fire glowing in his eyes.

"I want to reshape the rules of this world."

"I want to devour every old shackle that hinders and restricts me, along with you wastes who only deserve to hide underground and gasp for breath!"

"I will use your Origin to pave the way to my supreme throne, where I shall control everything!"

Mr. Duan's body slowly floated upward, looking down from on high at the dying descendant of the Fire God.

"So, even if the will of heaven gets involved, and even if you so-called Peak experts of the current age join forces..."

"You still cannot escape your inevitable fate of death."

"Cough... cough, cough!"

Violent coughing sounded abruptly across this wasteland that had turned into black glass, appearing exceptionally harsh.

On the edge of a deep pit not far away.

The Holy Lord Francis, who had originally relied on sacrificing a million civilians to forcibly restore his youth and Peak state, had now been completely knocked back to his original form.

He had returned to that withered, aged appearance.

Even ten times older than before!

His sacred white robe, which symbolized supreme power, was now thoroughly soaked in dark red blood and in tatters.

Francis knelt on the ground, ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) his skeletal hands digging hard into the hard black glass floor, unaware even as his nails broke.

Blood kept gushing out from the corners of his mouth, his eyes, and even the skin cracking all over his body.

The aura of life was like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"Heh... hehe..."

Francis lifted his face, which was covered in age spots and devoid of color.

Looking at Mr. Duan, who stood high above like a god, he smiled miserably.

The sound was like a leaking bellows with holes in it—hoarse, harsh, and filled with endless despair.

"I didn't expect..."

"I really... didn't expect it..."

Francis coughed up blood while roaring intermittently.

"I calculated everything, even going so far as to sacrifice my own Soul and drag in the most overbearing will of heaven in this world..."

"I thought today would be your death day."

"But I didn't expect... your true strength had already reached such a terrifying level!"

In Francis's turbid eyes, his pupils trembled uncontrollably.

"You... what kind of monster are you?!"

Hearing Francis's desperate roar.

Mr. Duan did not immediately look down at him.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture straight, atop Chaidamen's scorching skull.

He slowly looked up, gazing at the devastated firmament.

There, the deep purple lightning that once represented absolute rules and the will to annihilate was slowly dissipating in the thick clouds like a stray dog.

"A monster?"

Mr. Duan stared at the sky and smiled.

"No, Francis, you are wrong."

"Only deformed failures bound by rules can be called monsters."

"And I am the one setting the rules."

He slowly extended a slender hand wearing a white glove and clenched his fingers.

"Watch."

"This rotten, broken Heavenly Dao should have been eliminated long ago."

Mr. Duan's voice echoed over the entire wasteland.

"One day, I will completely replace the Heavenly Dao!"

"I will become the sole Dominator of this world!"

When he spoke the last three words, a powerful high-dimensional pressure erupted from within Mr. Duan!

"Hum—!"

Under this pressure, the space for a hundred miles around actually let out a groan of being unable to bear the weight, shattering inch by inch!

Above the firmament, the last trace of unwilling purple lightning was also completely crushed by this pressure, disappearing without a trace.

After doing all this, Mr. Duan slowly turned around.

He looked down from on high at the dying Chaidamen beneath his feet, and Francis, who was kneeling in a pool of blood not far away.

"Alright."

Mr. Duan slightly straightened the collar of his crisp suit, his tone returning to that chilling elegance and composure.

"I admit, the two of you joining forces, combined with the interference of the will of heaven, indeed wasted some of my precious time."

"As remnants of the old era, you can be proud that you managed to do this much."

He took a pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at the time.

"Next, I must accelerate the process."