Chapter 966: You Ask the Date of Return, But No Date Is Set (Grand Finale)

Above the starry sky, one man, one ball, one beast.

At this moment, Su Yu stands at the peak of 46 paths, while Mo Yan has reached 47.

Blades!

Fire!

Countless blades, each cleaving the heavens open!

Endless flames, burning through allied camps!

At this moment, Su Yu is utterly unburdened—he has shouldered all the responsibilities he ought to bear.

He has fulfilled nearly every promise he made.

Just like in those days, one man and one ball, charging into the battlefield of the myriad realms, facing the war of all worlds for the first time, confronting enemies from all directions. Back then, too, he stood alone, needing no one’s help. I, Su Yu, can solve everything myself!

Paths may differ, but the myriad realms are my domain!

Here, I can suppress Mo Yan’s flames by a fraction.

Is the gap truly vast?

Not really.

Who says Su Yu is doomed to lose!

“Cleave the heavens!”

A soft cry, and the blade shatters the void!

Time seems to freeze; one strike lashes out, and Mo Yan’s body halts for an instant. Then, the silent path erupts—endurance, silence!

Boom!

The roar shakes heaven and earth. Mo Yan throws a punch, flames scorching the sky. Su Yu’s body also bursts with fire, a myriad of paths reflecting across the myriad realms.

The two move like thunderbolts, impossibly fast, churning the entire galaxy. Amid this river of stars, they fight until heaven and earth are overturned.

Mo Yan is indeed formidable—breaking through repeatedly, leaping from 44 paths to 47, his combat power now unmatched.

Su Yu, however, excels in many paths; the myriad paths rest in his hands.

One man, one beast, battling through the firmament!

Within the Sea of Will, waves surge and towering billows rise.

Little Fuzzy’s childish voice rings out again: “Go on, beat him to death!”

Su Yu smiles. It’s not easy to kill him, though!

But he will do his best.

Paths transform into blades; one by one, paths merge into them. All 360 acupoint paths fuse into the long blade—Path Combat Technique, the most explosive skill Su Yu has honed in these days.

The Path Combat Technique erupts, manifesting 360 points of light.

At this moment, Su Yu can only merge 360 acupoints, not yet 720. If he could, he would probably have reached 49 paths long ago.

A moment later, another blade appears in Su Yu’s hand!

Twin blades!

Yes, a second blade!

Attacking from both sides!

The blade in his right hand fuses with the 360 acupoints of the flesh.

The blade in his left hand begins to merge with the divine acupoints. The Sea of Will churns violently as Su Yu mobilizes the power of each divine acupoint, channeling them through the Five Elements Divine Art. One by one, the divine acupoints fuse rapidly, drawing strength, merging into the left-hand blade!

Twin blades!

Boom!

Another thunderous crash. Mo Yan takes a slight step back, a hint of admiration in his voice: “Twin combat techniques? An interesting idea!”

Using both flesh and divine acupoints as dual foundations to forge twin combat techniques—this is what earns Mo Yan’s praise.

Su Yu is indeed gifted with extraordinary talent!

Su Yu laughs, saying nothing. He grips both blades, moving like a shadow of lightning, flickering through the void, striking down one blade after another.

Mo Yan’s fire power is immense, yet it seems monotonous!

The battle continues.

Unceasingly!

Su Yu is fierce; Mo Yan is mighty. As they tear into each other, the entire starry sky has long turned into a chaotic sea of fire!

“Merge the myriad paths, split the myriad paths, and in the end, the myriad paths return to chaos…”

Amid the endless combat, countless insights into the paths surface in Su Yu’s mind.

Such is the nature of the Path: first, a single chaos, then the myriad paths are split apart and sorted, and after sorting, they merge again, returning to chaos—like the chaotic waters of the River of Time.

From simplicity to complexity, then from complexity back to simplicity.

Thus, the final merging of the myriad paths is still chaos!

Su Yu, wielding twin blades, has his body scorched and shattered by Mo Yan’s flames, yet a smile never leaves his face.

The blades in his hands gradually take on a chaotic hue!

The long blades grow ever more ferocious!

Bang!

The right blade blocks Mo Yan’s fist; the left blade thrusts into Mo Yan’s shoulder, but flames quickly spread from the wound, burning the path, nearly cracking the blade itself!

Fight!

The two grow fiercer with each exchange. At their level, such a life-and-death battle might occur only once in a million years. Normally, fights of this caliber are exceedingly rare!

The divine acupoint path in the left blade merges more and more!

30 divine acupoints, 40 divine acupoints…

The power of the left blade grows greater and greater.

Yet Su Yu’s injuries also worsen.

Boom!

Another thunderous crash. Su Yu is sent flying backward. Flames pour from his seven orifices, burning his skull, his acupoints, his paths!

Mo Yan’s face is grim, but Su Yu pays it no heed. He lets the flames consume him, a smile still on his lips: “Mo Yan, your fire has a fine taste!”

He swallows the flames in one gulp and charges forward again!

The two figures resume their lightning-fast battle in the void.

How long this fight lasts, Su Yu does not know.

They fight until the end of time!

They fight until the river of time itself flows away!

The portals from all directions grew ever smaller, compressing the living space of the two, for Su Yu's power had waned, and the portal seals could no longer maintain their original size.

As the range of movement shrank, the battle became ever more brutal.

In such a cramped space, for experts of their caliber, the margin for error grew ever narrower, and what remained was mostly head-on collision.

At this moment, Mo Yan no longer maintained his human form but transformed into the ancient beast Qilin.

Treading on flames that burned the heavens, he too was panting heavily!

Su Yu, at the peak of forty-six Daos, was within the myriad realms and not easy to kill.

"Su Yu!"

Mo Yan's voice echoed: "You cannot win!"

At that very moment, on Mo Yan's body, the two Daos of Life and Death emerged—one black, one white—spinning rapidly like two rivers entwining each other. In an instant, these two Daos merged into a single gray Dao, and in the blink of an eye, transformed into a gray spear!

Mo Yan resumed his human form and thrust the spear at Su Yu!

The Dao of Life and Death!

And this Dao of Life and Death had originally come from Su Yu. At this moment, as the spear thrust forth, it drew upon Su Yu's power of heaven and earth, upon Su Yu's Dao power—a Dao of the same origin.

The flaw in Mo Yan's earlier transaction now revealed itself.

Su Yu's twin blades were drawn by the spear!

The spear was like twin dragons, their heads roaring, the Dao of Life and Death erupting, madly tugging at Su Yu's long blades, and the twin blades seemed to be pulled along.

Using Su Yu's own Dao to counter Su Yu's myriad Daos.

Such was Mo Yan's plan!

But Su Yu's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. The next moment, the twin blades merged into his arms, and he seized the spear with both hands!

The spear was caught by Su Yu, and suddenly, countless flames erupted—Boom!

His arms were set ablaze!

The mighty flame power caused his burning arms to explode, which also meant that acupoint after acupoint burst, and Dao after Dao shattered.

Yet Su Yu, like a mad demon, after seizing the spear, bit down on it!

Boom!

With teeth like vajra, he bit the spear to pieces, and the Dao of Life and Death trembled, even becoming broken and damaged.

"Mo Yan, you are helping me!"

Su Yu's voice was cold: "The Dao is originally chaotic. You burn my acupoints, burn my Daos, but you only help me unify my acupoints! Acupoints are originally one; the human body has a single acupoint. The so-called 720 acupoints have always been wrong!"

Mo Yan's cold laughter also echoed: "A single acupoint? Su Yu, that is merely your own idea, your own theory. Is your theory necessarily correct?"

Boom!

Mo Yan abandoned the spear and struck out with both fists, flames surging to the sky.

Punch after punch, smashing Su Yu's arms into pieces, and acupoint after acupoint rapidly shattered!

Meanwhile, Su Yu continued to devour the spear, letting Mo Yan beat him until he kept spitting blood!

The roar of explosions echoed continuously in this tiny space!

And all around, the portal space grew smaller and smaller, compressing the two. From the original infinite void, it was now only the size of a village, and still shrinking.

"Roar!"

Mo Yan let out a roar, and with a final heavy punch, a loud bang, Su Yu slammed into the portal wall, his body shattered and broken, sliding down the wall.

"Huff..."

Mo Yan panted heavily, looking at Su Yu. At this moment, Su Yu was unrecognizable, his body in tatters, many acupoints shattered, and Dao power continuously leaking from him, turning into chaos that stirred the surroundings.

And at this moment, Su Yu was also panting heavily, but in his hand he clutched a clump of blood, and a smile appeared on his face.

It was Mo Yan's blood!

Su Yu also completely absorbed the broken Dao of Life and Death into his body, finally reclaiming these two Daos. Though shattered, at least his Daos were now complete.

"Cough, cough..."

Blood gushed out mouthful after mouthful. Su Yu looked at Mo Yan, who was approaching step by step, and smiled, saying slowly: "Mo Yan, do you know how I dealt with powerful enemies when I first started out?"

"I do not know!"

Mo Yan said calmly: "When I began to pay attention to you, it was when you became the Lord of the Human Race."

Before that, Su Yu was too weak; how could he have cared much?

It was only after Su Yu became the Human Lord that he paid some attention. Of course, in the strictest sense, he truly began to care about Su Yu when Su Yu slaughtered the myriad races of the upper realm and drove them into the Earth Gate. That was when he started to take Su Yu seriously.

Su Yu took a breath and laughed: "That's good!"

At this moment, Su Yu's twin blades vanished, and a book appeared before him—the Civilization Chronicle!

The Civilization Chronicle that had replaced the River of Time Book!

At this moment, the Civilization Chronicle turned to a blank page. Su Yu infused the blood in his hand into it, and gradually, characters appeared on the page, along with an image.

The likeness of Mo Yan!

How did Su Yu deal with powerful enemies when he first rose to prominence?

Of course, it was the Time Book, borrowing the power of essence blood, using the enemy's own Dao against them!

And this method, Su Yu had long since rarely used, because the Daos absorbed in the Time Book were all collected by the Time Master, and later grew weaker and weaker, offering little help to Su Yu.

Moreover, the Time Book was not very strong; at least for Su Yu at this moment, it was very weak, possessing only the power of thirty-six Daos.

Thus, for a powerhouse like Mo Yan, it could hardly bear Mo Yan's Dao power.

But now, the Civilization Chronicle could.

This was the core of the entire River!

The essence of the River was higher and more powerful than Mo Yan.

"Mo Yan (Dao power: 47 Daos):

Dao Technique: Rebirth from Fire (activated by essence blood)

Burn Heaven and Destroy Earth (activated by essence blood)"

At this moment, Su Yu used Mo Yan's blood to outline the page belonging to Mo Yan on the Civilization Chronicle.

Outlining these on the Civilization Chronicle also meant that the River had incorporated Mo Yan's Dao into its system.

This also meant that Su Yu could borrow Mo Yan's power to fight against him!

However, it required essence blood!

After fighting for so long, Su Yu, risking severe injury, had only managed to extract a drop of blood close to the quantity of essence blood.

But now, according to the situation with the Time Book back then, Su Yu still needed one drop of essence blood to activate and one drop to unleash.

Moreover, there were mainly two Dao techniques.

Which one to activate?

Was it the heaven-scorching, earth-annihilating offensive, or the rebirth from the flames of resurrection?

Not both could be activated!

If both were activated, Su Yu would need too much essence blood; if he could truly extract that much from Demon Flame, he could find a way to kill Demon Flame.

"Rebirth from the flames, or the offensive heaven-scorching, earth-annihilating?"

Of course, rebirth!

Be reborn once more!

Borrow Demon Flame's blood, borrow Demon Flame's path, for my rebirth!

Just as Demon Flame borrowed Su Yu's path of life and death, and was reborn twice.

But now, essence blood is still needed—two drops.

One drop to activate, one drop to rebirth!

What is called activation is actually extracting the power of Demon Flame's great path to provide Su Yu with a channel for rebirth, while the drop of essence blood used for rebirth needs the life force and great path power within Demon Flame's body to support Su Yu's rebirth!

"Still need two drops of essence blood!"

Su Yu quickly closed the Civilization Chronicle!

He had to find a way to make Demon Flame bleed again, at least enough for two drops of essence blood, so that Su Yu could kill this bastard; otherwise, continuing like this, Su Yu was still slightly outmatched.

"This won't be easy!"

Su Yu thought to himself—not only was it not easy, but even if he activated the skill, would one drop of Demon Flame's essence blood really be enough to resurrect himself?

Who knows!

At this point, he could only try.

Demon Flame's strength was greater than his, and his essence blood was stronger, so in essence, it was possible.

If Demon Flame were weaker than him, it might not work, but the opponent was stronger.

At this moment, Su Yu could only hope for success!

The prerequisite was… still two drops of essence blood!

And on the other side, Demon Flame frowned slightly. When Su Yu borrowed the power of essence blood to wreak havoc, Demon Flame was still asleep; by the time Demon Flame noticed Su Yu, Su Yu had long stopped using it!

Now, Demon Flame felt that Su Yu's Civilization Chronicle seemed to have some connection with him.

He looked at the Civilization Chronicle with a hint of coldness: "A curse? Or something else?"

He was not a being of the myriad realms; even if the Civilization Chronicle represented the long river, it had nothing to do with him.

But he had lived in the myriad realms for many years, and his Heavenly Gate was opened there; saying there was no connection was false—he was tied to the myriad realms. At this moment, the Civilization Chronicle, representing the myriad realms, had incorporated his civilization system into it!

Su Yu held the Civilization Chronicle, revealing a smile: "A method of suppression! The Civilization Chronicle can suppress all paths! Demon Flame, your path of the Heavenly Gate is opened in the myriad realms and belongs to its system. With the Civilization Chronicle in hand, you will eventually be suppressed by me!"

Suppression!

Demon Flame vaguely sensed that this thing indeed seemed to be linked to his great path and his heaven and earth, even hinting at a symbiotic relationship.

A method of suppression?

He didn't know if there was a problem; regardless, he had to kill Su Yu quickly now.

And Su Yu, at this moment, also had a goal.

Killing Demon Flame, defying the 47th path, was far too difficult.

But if he could obtain two drops of essence blood, it might not be so hard.

Battle would bring injury!

Injury would cause bleeding, and in that blood, mixed with life force and great path power, essence blood could be extracted.

Compared to killing Demon Flame, obtaining two drops of essence blood was obviously much simpler.

"I'm such a little genius!"

Su Yu muttered to himself. To think of this trick at this moment was no small feat, since he hadn't used the essence blood technique from the Time Scroll in a long time.

"Kill!"

With hope, Su Yu's confidence soared. His blood energy erupted wildly, and even though he was heavily injured, he no longer cared—who cared about injury or not!

As long as he could get two drops of essence blood at the moment of death, he would rise from the dead. Based on Demon Flame's situation, he might even become stronger, instantly recovering to full strength—then why fear Demon Flame?

"Open Heaven!"

Su Yu, as if injected with stimulant, attacked madly. The long blade appeared again, and though many of his acupoints were shattered, the remaining ones fused once more.

He didn't seek a one-hit kill, only to make Demon Flame bleed more!

Fight to the point of madness!

And Demon Flame, now feeling Su Yu's frenzy, kept counterattacking. The two clashed fiercely again in the narrow space.

Boom!

A loud crash rang out. Su Yu was instantly sent flying, and in midair, he was burned to white bones, which then turned into golden bones.

In the blink of an eye, Su Yu's flesh was restored, but his aura weakened significantly.

Demon Flame, too, was panting heavily, covered in sword wounds.

Blood flowed endlessly!

At this moment, Demon Flame frowned, gasping as he looked at Su Yu. Su Yu was truly gravely wounded, while he, despite his many injuries and constant bleeding, was far less hurt than Su Yu!

But his strength had also diminished considerably with the injuries.

Now, Demon Flame frowned slightly. He noticed that Su Yu seemed to be constantly collecting his blood, which made him frown—was it for a curse, or to prepare for suppression?

In the midst of battle, Su Yu was no weakling; Demon Flame couldn't stop him from collecting blood, though he burned much of it, Su Yu still managed to gather a lot.

Of course, he didn't believe that a 46-path cultivator could curse a 47-path cultivator to death—even the River of Time lacked that power!

And Su Yu knew he couldn't hide it from Demon Flame.

He was just betting that Demon Flame didn't know the true nature of the Civilization Chronicle.

Only Su Yu and the Time Master knew this; after he and Wen Yu grew strong, they no longer used this method, and Demon Flame only observed powerful cultivators, ignoring them in their weaker days.

At this moment, Su Yu held another drop of blood, like a flame, and it merged into the Civilization Chronicle.

"Demon Flame (Great Path Power: 47 Paths):

Great Path Skill: Rebirth from Flames (Activated)"

At the cost of severe injury, Su Yu had obtained the second drop of blood.

But the third drop was much harder.

Because now, Demon Flame had sensed this; whenever Su Yu drew his blood, the injured Demon Flame would burn it, making it far more difficult for Su Yu to collect.

Demon Flame's expression grew serious. He was stronger than Su Yu and less injured; it seemed he would surely win, but Su Yu's Civilization Chronicle now gave him a dangerous feeling.

Moreover, a force within the Civilization Chronicle seemed to be pulling at his great path!

"Su Yu… curses are useless against me!"

The demon flame coldly stared at Su Yu, who gasped and laughed: "Ordinary curses are useless, but what about a curse from the path of calamity? Demon Flame, tell me, why does the Lord of Time value Black Scale so much? If I'm not mistaken, it's related to this power of calamity!"

The demon flame's expression shifted slightly.

Using the power of calamity to curse oneself?

No!

He didn't know what would happen, but he had to destroy the Annals of Civilization, even devour it, and kill Su Yu immediately!

"Burn the Heavens!"

With a sharp cry, the demon flame attacked again, unleashing the power of burning heaven!

He had to kill Su Yu at once, to avoid any unforeseen complications!

At this moment, the weakened Su Yu did not dodge but continued to face the battle head-on!

If he didn't fight head-on, how could he seize the demon flame's essence blood?

"Kill!"

Heaven-Opening Blade!

Countless heaven-opening strikes!

Blade light erupted, sweeping across all directions, blade energy rampant—still not seeking to kill, only to wound the demon flame.

A torrent of blade energy surged!

Boom!

Much of the blade energy was incinerated, and Su Yu was burned with excruciating pain. Suddenly, tears fell from the pain, but no one saw—and if the demon flame saw... If the demon flame doesn't die, I die, so why care about that?

"Demon Flame, screw your ancestors, turn down the fire, it hurts too much!"

"..."

The demon flame cursed inwardly. At this moment, Su Yu seemed to have regained his calm and vigor, still having the mind to curse him.

The key was, he never expected Su Yu to be burned to tears!

Completely unexpected!

Boom!

Another thunderous crash. Su Yu howled in agony, weeping bitterly, while in his sea of will, Little Furball kept licking Su Yu's wounded acupoints, comforting him: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, don't cry. Lick, lick, and it won't hurt anymore..."

Su Yu had no time to respond!

At this moment, he slashed out one blade after another, at the cost of his own severed dao and exploding acupoints, inflicting countless wounds on the demon flame. Blood flowed freely; the demon flame burned most of it away, but still, a fair amount of blood was swept back by Su Yu.

Yet it wasn't enough for a single drop of essence blood.

If this drop of essence blood wasn't strong enough, it couldn't support Su Yu's resurrection. Even if it could, the resurrected Su Yu might not recover his strength, let alone grow stronger—then the resurrection would be in vain!

Another series of thunderous crashes. Su Yu swung his long blade, now shattered and battered, but he paid no heed, slashing down again and again, utterly frenzied. At this moment, Su Yu even actively detonated his acupoints, detonating page after page of the Annals of Civilization!

To wound the demon flame!

The demon flame was forced onto the defensive by Su Yu's assault. Now, Su Yu traded ten parts of injury for one part of the demon flame's injury, ferocious beyond measure, but it couldn't last long.

The demon flame, after consideration, chose to focus on defense!

He also sensed that Su Yu seemed to be fixated on his blood. He kept burning, incinerating every drop that fell, but Su Yu still managed to siphon some away each time!

Gradually, Su Yu gathered more and more blood, and in his hand, a drop of blood resembling essence blood took shape again.

The demon flame's face turned somewhat pale and grave.

He had roughly siphoned away the equivalent of one drop of his essence blood!

Adding the previous amount, it wasn't insignificant, but even so, could a single drop of essence blood curse me to death?

At this moment, Su Yu was extremely weak. Strictly speaking, he had even fallen below the 44th dao, while the demon flame, though somewhat weakened, still possessed the power of the 46th dao.

Could Su Yu, at the 44th dao, curse me to death?

Was the power of calamity truly that strong?

I've fought Black Scale before, haven't I?

Su Yu swallowed the demon flame's blood in one gulp, but he didn't digest it. He felt it still wasn't enough—he had to find a way to get more blood!

At this moment, countless powers of calamity erupted within Su Yu!

Su Yu's eyes turned vicious: "Demon Flame, you're dead! Today, I'll show you the might of the power of calamity!"

The demon flame didn't know if the power of calamity could truly kill him, but Su Yu... you can go die now!

The next moment, the demon flame suddenly unleashed an overwhelmingly powerful aura. A small flame appeared in his hand, carrying a hint of cold ruthlessness. In an instant, he pierced through the void and struck a palm toward Su Yu's head!

No matter how strong your power of calamity, if I don't give you the chance to use it, you'll still die!

To seize his blood, Su Yu had suffered grievous injuries—what could he still fight with?

From a gap of one dao at the start, now the gap had widened to over two daos!

"Try it, and I'll self-destruct!" Su Yu roared suddenly as the demon flame attacked.

Self-destruct?

The demon flame sneered coldly. Even if you self-destruct, so what?

I might be severely wounded, but if you die, I'll be invincible. All the benefits will be mine. This place is completely sealed—Black Scale and the others can't get in. Even if Su Yu self-destructs, he probably can't shatter the seal formed by these three gates!

Su Yu had sealed the four directions, sealing them both in!

Whoever lives and devours the other can walk out!

The demon flame continued to strike down with his palm!

Go ahead and self-destruct!

If you self-destruct, it saves me the trouble, and it prevents you from turning the tables, constantly bringing me a sense of crisis—that unsettles the demon flame.

Su Yu gritted his teeth.

I really will self-destruct!

But if I self-destruct, I have to find a way to wound you, preferably snatch a bit more essence blood in the instant of detonation. Otherwise, Su Yu feared one drop of essence blood might not be enough.

After all, his resurrection would require a massive amount of life force!

He was, at the very least, a top-tier expert at the 46th dao—too little power...

Just as he thought this, Su Yu's expression changed.

He quickly retreated!

Little Furball!

Damn it!

If I self-destruct, I might resurrect, but wouldn't Little Furball be doomed?

I should have sent this little guy away earlier.

But Demon Flame laughed!

Su Yu had spoken harshly of self-destruction, yet at the critical moment, he faltered and retreated!

And at that instant, Su Yu finally remembered the Furball, and his head swelled with dread—if I self-destruct, the Furball will be torn apart, with no chance of rebirth.

The next moment... Su Yu seemed to think of something.

And the Furball, which could actually sense Su Yu's thoughts, suddenly licked Su Yu's Sea of Will and said joyfully, "I want to be the spirit of the Civilization Record!"

Spirit!

As long as the River endured, the Civilization Record could reappear; as its spirit, the Furball could emerge again when Su Yu gathered the Civilization Record anew.

The Furball wanted to be the spirit of the Civilization Record!

Could it be?

It could!

At that moment, Su Yu thought quickly—there seemed no other way. This little one had followed him to the very end; he couldn't let himself be reborn while it was blown to pieces, could he?

In a flash of thought, Su Yu roared, and the Civilization Record materialized again, sweeping the Furball into it.

And the Furball was overjoyed!

Comfort!

Thus, it would have an endless supply of Path Power to lick—lick whichever it pleased!

This was a true iron rice bowl!

Unless the River was destroyed, it could lick for a lifetime!

At that moment, with a thunderous crash, Demon Flame struck Su Yu with a palm, flames searing him. Su Yu writhed in agony, roaring madly, but Demon Flame wore a cold sneer.

Weren't you going to self-destruct?

So you, Su Yu, are afraid of death after all!

Before, when you self-destructed, you couldn't die—but now you can, and you're scared!

Just now, when Su Yu spoke of self-destruction, Demon Flame had thought he might actually do it.

But in the end... Su Yu endured his palm strike without self-destructing.

What a ridiculous fool!

"Su Yu, by acting like this, you've made me think less of you!"

Demon Flame struck another palm at Su Yu!

And Su Yu roared in fury, "Don't push me! If I self-destruct, you'll gain nothing!"

"Then I'll push you!"

Demon Flame laughed!

At this moment, Su Yu was so naive!

Boom!

Another palm struck, while Su Yu waited for the Furball to become the spirit of the Civilization Record.

At the same time, he slashed out with his blade, infused with the power of cataclysmic tribulation!

That tribulation power also served to mask danger.

Su Yu slashed again and again, enveloping Demon Flame, shielding his sense of crisis—the damage was slight, but Su Yu's sole aim was to cover up Demon Flame's perception of danger!

Bang!

Palm after palm rained down, shattering Su Yu's body, worsening his injuries, and draining his aura further. Yet Demon Flame fought with growing ferocity, the smile in his eyes ever more pronounced!

In the end, I am the victor of all realms!

Kill Su Yu, devour the River, devour all realms, and become the supreme being of the forty-ninth or even fiftieth Path!

At this moment, the goal plotted for years was about to be achieved.

Su Yu could no longer resist.

Boom!

On the Civilization Record, a spirit emerged—it was the Furball.

Su Yu felt a measure of relief; he had nearly self-destructed just now, which would have blown that creature to bits.

Now, Su Yu looked at Demon Flame with a hint of coldness.

He roared again, "Do you really think I dare not self-destruct?"

"..."

Demon Flame laughed. At this point, Su Yu was utterly weakened—if he self-destructed, the injury to himself would be minor, not severe; he could sense Su Yu's frailty.

Even though he felt Su Yu gathering power as if truly about to self-destruct, Demon Flame only grew a bit more cautious, but not afraid.

"You forced my hand!"

Su Yu bellowed madly and suddenly charged at Demon Flame!

Demon Flame's eyes flickered—was Su Yu really going to self-destruct, or was he trying to escape?

The Three Gates were sealed by Su Yu, and now he feared Su Yu might flee!

Weighing the pros and cons, he did not dodge. If he did, Su Yu might burst through the Three Gates' blockade and flee all realms—it was possible. Though the man had shown no fear of death before, at the final moment, who could truly be unafraid?

Soon, Su Yu charged forward, despair in his eyes: "Aren't you afraid my self-destruction will hurt you? Why don't you dodge?"

At that, Demon Flame laughed!

"Ha ha ha!"

His wild laughter echoed through heaven and earth!

Indeed, Su Yu's ultimate goal was to make him dodge and then escape—but you're not at your peak; even if you self-destruct, I fear you not!

And Su Yu pushed his power to the limit.

With a mix of reluctance, rage, and despair, he roared, "Demon Flame, even as a ghost, I will never forgive you! I curse you, curse you to eternal damnation! Curse your Path to shatter, heaven and earth to collapse!"

"Ha ha ha!"

Demon Flame roared with laughter!

A ghost?

At this moment, Su Yu was so childish—childishly adorable!

Where would you become a ghost?

Boom!

A thunderous blast shook heaven and earth, the Three Gates quaked, all directions trembled, the Civilization Record shattered, and the immense force of self-destruction swept across. With a bang, Demon Flame was sent flying, drenched in blood, much of it drained away.

But Demon Flame didn't care!

Su Yu had self-destructed!

His greatest rival in all realms had self-detonated and died.

As for resurrection... Su Yu had no chance to revive. He had once mastered the Great Dao of Life and Death and understood Su Yu's condition. Su Yu had died twice; without opening the third day, he could never be reborn again.

On this, Mo Yan was certain!

"Hahaha!"

"Su Yu, you have lost!"

Mo Yan laughed, laughed wildly—the victor was me!

Black Scale, Cang, Ji Tian, Zhou, Xing Yu... countless enemies had fallen one by one. Now, the strongest foe, the most troublesome foe, Su Yu, had also self-detonated and perished!

All realms were mine!

And at this moment, though he kept spitting blood and was gravely wounded, he could not hide his excitement and elation.

But soon, Mo Yan's expression shifted slightly.

He suddenly felt his Mo Yan power surging violently!

Was this Su Yu's final curse?

The Mo Yan power could only grant him one resurrection. Yet now, suddenly, a wave of resurrection energy stirred within his Mo Yan power. Mo Yan's face changed again.

What was happening?

A curse?

Su Yu's final curse?

But it was just a shout—could it truly bring a curse?

He did not believe it!

Yet the fluctuation of his Mo Yan power was real.

Spitting blood, Mo Yan's face shifted again and again. What was going on?

He grew anxious, and in the next moment, his expression abruptly changed!

At that instant, before him, a figure rapidly coalesced, its aura instantly surging to strength. Su Yu was first bewildered, then excited, and soon burst into wild joy!

It had truly succeeded!

And now, his aura instantly returned to its peak—the 46th Dao peak, even seeming to edge forward, yet somehow lacking a bit of life force, not quite enough!

Of course, killing Mo Yan would be enough!

"Mo Yan, long time no see!"

Mo Yan's face twisted in shock. Resurrection!

Resurrected again!

No, he had resurrected using my power—yes, borrowing the power of my Great Dao to revive. How could this be!

Mo Yan, in disbelief, had fought Su Yu to this point; his essence blood had drained away, his strength far from what it was. Su Yu's self-detonation had wounded him further, leaving him barely at the 45th Dao.

And Su Yu had surpassed him!

"Impossible..."

"Naive!"

This time, it was Su Yu who called him naive.

The next moment, a long blade materialized. Into this blade poured the power of countless acupoints, the power of the Great Dao, forming a Great Dao battle technique instantly—stronger than before!

Su Yu, restored to his peak, under Mo Yan's stunned gaze, swung the blade!

Boom!

A thunderous roar erupted, shaking the four directions!

Rumble!

With a deafening crash, Mo Yan's physical body was cleaved in two. At that moment, a tiny flame emerged—Mo Yan's essence, the Heavenly Earth Mo Yan, a flame with the power of resurrection!

"No..."

Mo Yan's voice burst from the flame, filled with unwillingness and despair.

How could this be!

Su Yu had used his power to resurrect, and with his own Dao, killed him—this was the greatest unwillingness, the deepest despair!

And now, Su Yu reached out, and the shattered Record of Civilization restored itself, appearing once more.

The Record merged into the long blade.

Su Yu poured all his power, all his Daos, all his acupoint forces, the power of the long river, into the blade.

Mo Yan, it is time for you to die!

"Heaven-Opening Slash!"

With a fierce cry, Su Yu struck the blade toward the flame!

No matter how strong you are, you'll still drink my bathwater!

Die!

"Su Yu!"

Mo Yan's roar echoed—I am not resigned! I did not lose to you; I was slain by my own power, I lost to myself!

Boom!

The blade fell, gathering all of Su Yu's strength. As it descended, the flame began to shatter, to extinguish. With a thunderous crash, the flame that had illuminated heaven and earth was utterly broken, utterly annihilated!

Mo Yan's furious cries reverberated through the void!

On the verge of victory, at the final moment, he was slain by Su Yu—he could not accept it!

Boom!

The flame shattered completely!

And Su Yu's long blade also shattered instantly. At this moment, a look of relieved triumph spread across Su Yu's face.

The next moment, Su Yu fell with a crash!

I have won!

With a satisfied smile, Su Yu collapsed.

A moment later, Little Fluffball anxiously emerged from the Record of Civilization. "Fragrant one..."

Was he dead?

Just as Little Fluffball grew frantic, a snoring sound arose from the void.

He was asleep!

At this moment, Su Yu, having slain Mo Yan with a single strike, fell and immediately fell asleep.

He let Mo Yan's shattered power swirl through the void, and Little Fluffball, sensing it, breathed a sigh of relief—he wasn't dead!

A moment later, the little furball transformed into a civilization chronicle, sweeping up all the power within the entire portal, along with the shattered body of Demon Flame, collecting it all, content and satisfied!

Food!

Su Yu had promised to give it to Wen Yu—no way, it had to hide it!

The next moment, the little furball, cheerful and satisfied, leaped onto Su Yu's face, lying on his forehead, blinking its eyes with joy, gradually growing drowsy and falling into a deep sleep.

Snoring sounds also came from the little furball's nose—time to sleep!

At this moment, both the boy and the ball were snoring, drifting through the void; the entire space held only the sound of their snores.

It was the snore of utter contentment!

At this moment, all thoughts of improving strength, controlling the river, or pacifying the myriad realms were nothing compared to a grand dream!

The boy and the ball simply slept like this.

With infinite satisfaction!

Near Su Yu's head, bubbles emerged, each bubble also a Su Yu, every Su Yu sleeping and snoring.

And the little furball, at this moment, appeared within each bubble as well, sleeping, sometimes sticking out its tongue to lick Su Yu's head, then continuing to snore.

...

And at this moment, the myriad realms fell silent.

The sounds of battle vanished.

For a long time, the myriad realms still existed.

At this moment, everyone looked up at the sky; nothing could be seen in the sky, the portal remained, only faintly visible, some thunderous sounds echoing in the air!

Thunderous sounds!

Rhythmic thunderous sounds!

The Human Emperor, the Lord of the Dead, the King of Literature...

One by one, the mighty figures looked up at the sky, gazing for a very long time—one day, two days, three days...

They just kept watching like that, like sculptures.

After who knows how long, someone spoke with difficulty: "Did he... win?"

Did Su Yu win?

No one knew!

Only endless silence; the battle seemed to have ended long ago.

And in the distance, in a small city.

In an old, worn building, the aroma of food wafted.

Inside, Su Long looked up at the sky and revealed a smile.

He won!

But... he was asleep.

That thunderous sound was his snore.

Son, too tired.

Since the age of six, he had never slept a full night; he was too tired. He didn't care about being a prisoner of the myriad realms or a ruler of the myriad realms.

Whether prisoner or ruler, what did it matter?

"I'm waiting for you... at home!"

Su Long murmured, revealing a brilliant smile. You keep sleeping; the only pity is that there's still no daughter-in-law.

"Kid... don't sleep too long. If you sleep too long, those girls will all grow old..."

Grinning, Su Long's face also showed a brilliant smile.

That smile was exactly like Su Yu's.

The fragrant braised pork, its aroma still lingering; Su Yu had always been waiting, waiting for his son's return.

PS: The story ends here, beginning with braised pork and ending with braised pork. The Lord of Time did not appear, Su Yu did not step out of the myriad realms. The story should end here; the tale of the myriad realms has come to a close. Perhaps Su Yu will wake up and step out of the myriad realms, but... the calamity of the myriad races has ended!

The ending may not satisfy everyone, but there is no perfect result. I will post the afterword later. Su Yu is resting, and the eagle should rest too.

Thank you for your company and support all along!

See you in the next book—then it will be a new story, a new beginning!

Thank you!