Chapter 1367: Illusory Legend Seal! Absolute Reality!

Chapter 1367: The Delusion Legend Seal! Absolutely True!

He had been lurking nearby all along, never stepping forward to attend the meeting.

He brandished a golden soul needle, his face blazing with fury, charging toward Caesar.

"Your Yellow Springs Will has perished because of you!!"

"I will kill you!!"

"I knew you were nearby."

"But you, a mere Supreme God, dare challenge me?"

"Should I praise your unparalleled courage? Or should I call you utterly misguided?"

Caesar spoke calmly.

Then, the six paths of reincarnation where he stood erupted with six hues of divine light, radiating a terrifying suction force—pulling the Soul Emperor into the six paths of reincarnation, to end him instantly.

But at that very moment,

the Supreme Eye, forged from the highest will, flashed with a divine light.

The next second,

Caeser’s six-colored divine radiance suddenly dimmed—as if the power had been cut off—vanishing entirely, leaving only an ancient, crumbling artifact of the Six Paths Cycle.

This was Caeser’s true form.

His true form was a universal race artifact—the Six Paths Cycle. Because of its overwhelming power, and because of its crucial role in maintaining the balance between the souls of the dead and the living across all realms, it ranked among the top three among all race artifacts.

Precisely because of this, upon attaining existence at the level of will, his power among all such will-based entities ranked in the top three!

Yet even such a powerful being—so fragile before the Supreme Will—was reduced to nothing in an instant, stripped of all power, and forced to reveal its true form.

It was almost exactly like the scene in classic folk tales where a demonic being is reduced to its original form by a celestial deity.

The very next instant—

The Supreme Divine Artifact of Hu Tian Di Zun—Mie Hun Golden Needle—pierced the essence of the Six Paths of Cycles with unyielding force.

A sharp crack echoed.

A fissure appeared in the wheel of the Animal Path within the Six Paths of Cycles.

The beings of Will-level consciousness observed this with slight arches of their brows, instinctively turning their gaze toward the Supreme Will.

By Hu Tian Di Zun’s strength, even as he neared the threshold of the Supreme Will, it should have been impossible for him to harm the essence of the Six Paths Cycles Artifact.

Yet here he had done it.

Clearly, the Supreme Will had subtly aided him.

Indeed, the Supreme Will truly valued this young disciple.

Their thoughts stirred in quiet admiration.

On the other side—

"Kill you, you beast!"

Huntian Di Zun, watching the wheel of flesh crack with fissures, gritted his teeth.

Then he turned to attack the Heavenly God Path.

The Heavenly God Path was the core of the Six Paths of Rebirth, the ultimate artifact. As long as it was shattered, Caesar would surely die!

The Supreme Will observed silently.

With His immense power, even if the Six Paths of Rebirth were completely shattered, He could recreate them anew—there would be no concern for the turning of realms and worlds.

Yet.

The traitor must die!

But at that very moment—

An unforeseen event occurred.

Suddenly, within the wheel of Tian Shen Dao, a phantom violet seal emerged.

The phantom violet seal bore a script no will-level being present could recognize—yet upon first glance, its meaning was instantly comprehensible.

[Fable of Illusion]

As soon as the seal appeared, it blocked the attack of Hun Tian Di Zun, repelling every subsequent strike with unyielding force. No matter how fiercely Hun Tian Di Zun pressed his assault, the Six Paths Cycle Artifact remained untouched.

"Is this the Seal of Illusion?"

"Could it be a sacred relic of the Illusory Clan?! And here, upon the will of the Underworld?"

"Thus it makes sense that the Underworld's will has turned to the Illusory Clan—it has obtained this holy artifact."

"The Seal of Illusion is exceedingly rare even among the Illusory Clan. Yet they have willingly bestowed it upon the will of the Underworld. Clearly, the Illusory Clan is pouring every ounce of effort into securing our supreme cosmos."

...

All will-level beings stared with fervent intensity at the Fable of Illusion hovering above Caesar's head.

For them, beings of will so profound, this was the hope of transcendence!

Unbelievable—Caeser had already claimed it first.

Even the Supreme Will gazed upon the Emblem of Delusion, its inner thoughts utterly unknown to any.

"Now you understand why I have aligned myself with the Delusory Race,"

At that moment,

the Underworld Will, long silent, finally spoke.

His voice carried a sense of exhilaration, arrogance, and superiority, directed toward the other beings of will:

"I have obtained the Emblem of Delusion."

"With this Emblem of Delusion, I shall transcend this world and touch the absolute truth!"

"And you…," the Underworld Will laughed loudly, "continue to drown in your illusions."

"To pursue what is called absolute truth, even at the cost of becoming a dog for the faction of illusion—would you truly sacrifice yourself so?"

The Supreme Will spoke.

Transcendence is not that simple.

It is true that the Seal of Illusion's Legend can allow will-level beings to transcend, but at a price.

A price that is:

To become a dog for the supreme being of the illusory world!

Unless the supreme being of the illusory world willingly releases them, such beings will forever remain under its dominion.

No chance of ever rising again.

Better to be a chicken’s head than a phoenix’s tail.

For many will-level entities, this is utterly unacceptable.

Who could have anticipated that the Will of the Underworld would so readily accept.

It could only be said.

That in its quest for transcendence, the entity had grown utterly mad.

"If I must be a hound, then a hound I shall be,"

The Will of the Underworld declared. "Through the eyes of those restless dead, I have grown thoroughly sick of this world."

"I wish to gaze upon the scenery of another realm."

The assembly of Will-class entities fell into a profound silence.

Such a justification sounded almost ludicrous.

To fling away absolutely everything, to not even shrink from the degradation of a hound, merely for a glimpse of new scenery?

This was something most living souls would undoubtedly find impossible to comprehend.

But within the hearts of these willful existences, they understood such emotions.

For they were too powerful.

Powerful enough that, across the entire Supreme Grand World, they could survey it all in less than a millennium.

Once that was done, with no new curiosities left, they naturally yearned to look beyond.

This was the natural state of sentient beings.

No one could escape it.

To witness the outer world—beyond the Supreme Grand World, into the realm of the Unreal Clan—there were only two paths.

The first was the natural cultivation of one’s will.

When one’s will had ascended beyond the peak of the Supreme Will to reach the transcendental state, one could then freely detach from the Supreme Cosmos and journey into the realm of the Unreal Clan.

The second was as with the Will of the Underworld.

Transcendence through external means!

Yet this method of transcendence often comes at an enormous cost—selling one's soul or even losing half one's life is not uncommon.

Therefore, most willful beings cannot accept the second method, and can only strive toward the first.

Now it seems...

The Will of the Underworld, unable to bear the boredom of solitude, has succumbed to the seduction of the Deluded Race and chosen the second path of transcendence.

At this very moment...

Some willful beings regret...

Others envy...

Some look down with contempt...

And others remain indifferent...

Each one has their own stance.

"Why not leave immediately?"

The Supreme Will asked.

With the Seal of False Prophecy upon him, the Supreme Will knew that even he could not stop the other from departing.

For that was the rule of another world.

He could not interfere.

"With the Seal of False Prophecy upon me, I can leave whenever I wish—so I actually want to stay longer, to observe this world more closely."

"It's just that I didn't expect it to be discovered so quickly."

The Underworld Will mused.

"Perhaps he still hopes to offer the False Race even greater contributions?"

The Supreme Will spoke coldly.

The Underworld Will smiled.

No denial.

"Goodbye, Supreme Will."

"Perhaps one day we shall meet again in the Realm of Illusion."

And then—

The Underworld Will vanished.

Leaving behind the silent, unspoken wills.

...

The Capital of the Sun God.

Zhou Zhou was contemplating the Lord's law within the cyclical world, striving to ascend to a true god rank as soon as possible.

At that moment.

He seemed to sense something, and opened his eyes.

Then he saw rows of golden characters floating before him.