I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Within the Mother River, the heavens tremble, and the shadow of the final great calamity grows ever darker.

Top-tier great powers from countless worlds each manifest their divine techniques, either forging celestial boats or gathering primal source, all desperately preparing for the impending cataclysmic destruction.

Supreme Divine Country.

Chen Sheng grips the [Two Realms Gate], accelerating the pace of his enlightenment, employing even more intense means to harvest fate.

To propel his own sequence to perfection, to survive the end of the era.

...

Time flows gently, years fly by like a shuttle, twenty thousand years pass in the blink of an eye.

Wizard World, center of heaven and earth.

A towering black wizard tower pierces the sky, its body engraved with millions of bloodline runes and creation patterns.

At the peak of the tower, a gray-robed wizard sits on his throne, his aura reined in, yet seemingly harboring endless calamity and void.

He is the first Eighth Level creation-grade wizard in the history of Wizard World—Leylin Mason!

[Name: Leylin Mason (Ten Thousand Heavy Tower, Ancient Darklight)]

[Level: Eighth Level Bloodline Warlock (Creation Grade)]

[Bloodline: Fate Judgment·Source of Calamity·World-Devouring Dragon (Unique) (Evolved from eighty-eight Seventh Level myth-grade bloodlines)]

[Skills: Eye of Destiny·End-Time Vision, Calamity Domain·Seventh Layer Apocalypse Technique, Final Devouring Technique, Fate Immortal Dragon Body...]

[Biological Chip]

[Level: Level 8 (Three quadrillion source power remaining to next level)]

[Extreme Computation Power: Five Hundred Trillion Billion]

[Researching: Ninth Level Bloodline Eternal Dragon (0.11%), Ninth Level Eternal Soul Seal·True Spirit Undying Curse (3.2%), Ninth Level Microcosmic Genesis·Particle World Technique (12%)...]

[Source Power: Two Trillion]

"Eighth Level!"

"Trying to deduce Ninth Level is increasingly difficult and slow!"

"The end of the era is near!"

"I need more source power!"

Leylin Mason slowly opens his eyes, under the gray robe, vertical pupils quietly emerge, intertwining patterns of gold and black.

The threads of fate throughout the universe are clearly visible.

[Eye of Destiny·End-Time Vision.]

His gaze pierces the tower, piercing the barriers of the Wizard World, reaching a dimension already marked by him—the Abyssal Gods System!

Ninety-nine layers of abyss!

Each layer is inhabited by Seventh Level myth-grade abyssal demon gods, abyss lords.

And the will of the abyss is an aggregation of chaos reaching close to [Ninth Level Eternal]!

Leylin Mason’s indifferent voice slowly resonates within the tower:

"Having achieved creation, this abyss should become a stepping stone for my ascent to eternity."

In the next second, Leylin Mason’s figure slightly moves, already vanished from the wizard tower.

He reappears above the firmament of the first layer of the Abyssal Gods System.

Within the abyss, the lord of this layer seems to sense something.

Just raised his head.

Then sees a majestic gray-robed figure, suspended in the void.

Around that figure, gold patterns of fate, black mist of calamity, and vortices of devouring swirl, as if it is the embodiment of fate, calamity, and devouring.

Leylin Mason’s expression remains indifferent, neither joy nor anger, as he raises his hand, the surrounding void suddenly twists and shatters, an annihilation-level pressure explosively spreads, engulfing the entire abyss.

"Apocalypse descends."

The deep voice carries no emotion, yet echoes through the abyss like a divine decree.

Eighth Level Sorcery—[Calamity Domain·Seventh Layer Apocalypse Technique]

First Layer Apocalypse·Plague Permeation

Black plague spores scatter like dust, penetrating every barrier, sweeping through every corner of the first to tenth layers of the abyss.

Wherever they pass, low-tier abyssal creatures instantly rot and wither, large patches of monsters dissolve into pools of stinking blackwater.

Even Seventh Level myth-grade abyssal demon gods, lords, have their bodies corroded by the spores, skin rotting, divine power disrupted, even their origin rapidly decaying.

The wails echo incessantly, resounding through ten layers of abyss, each layer reduced to a plague purgatory, where beings perish in swathes, everything returning to annihilation.

Second Layer Apocalypse·Famine Descends

The power of calamity surges again, the earth barren, rocks crumbled to powder, soil loses all fertility.

All energy in the air, all vitality beneath the earth, is forcefully extracted.

Even abyss lords who control appetite and devour origins lose reason from extreme hunger, frantically attacking their fellow kind, tearing, devouring without limit.

The ten layers of abyss plunge into the utmost slaughter among themselves, strong devouring the weak, weak squeezing each other, even demon gods cannot escape the fate of cannibalism.

Until the last bit of vitality is exhausted, the ten layers of abyss utterly returned to silence.

Third Layer Apocalypse·War Raging!

Endless murderous intent and hostility grow and surge from the void, penetrating every abyss demon god’s divine soul.

All demon gods, creatures instantly lose reason, eyes filled only with mad murderous intent, wielding blood-stained weapons, launching relentless attacks on everything nearby.

Blood dyes the earth of ten layers of abyss, shattered divine bones pile up like mountains, shocking to behold.

War spirit and death qi intertwine, transform into more terrifying calamity power, backlash the entire area, whether low-tier creatures or Seventh Level myth-grade demon gods, all are slaughtered in the chaos.

There is no winner, only endless destruction and demise, Abyssal Gods System layers 21-30, all engulfed!

Fourth Layer Apocalypse·Death Envelops

Black death qi condenses into countless sharp scythes, hovering under the firmament between layers thirty-one to forty of the abyss, reaping.

Wherever the scythes pass, nothing can block them, no life can survive.

Whether low-tier creatures or Seventh Level myth-grade abyssal lords, demon gods, as long as touched by the scythes of death, life is instantly stripped away.

Divine Soul, the physical body, even traces of existence were completely erased, leaving no mark, no wailing, no struggle, only silent annihilation as deathly silence enveloped the ten layers of the abyss.

Fifth Layer Apocalypse・Natural Disasters Rampant

From the forty-first to fiftieth layers of the abyss, the ground trembled violently, cracks running everywhere.

Volcanoes erupted madly, scorching lava spewing out, devouring all living beings and cities, the earth cracked open ten thousand zhangs, and endless darkness surged from the fissures, swallowing the entire void.

Floods surged, carrying with them shattered cities and the corpses of monsters, ravaging ten layers of territory, howling winds swept up magma and rubble, turning everything in their wake to scorched earth.

Countless abyssal cities were destroyed, monsters scattered in all directions, yet couldn’t escape the shroud of despair.

Ultimately, everything in the ten layers of the abyss was completely devoured by lava, flood, and earth fissures.

Sixth Layer Apocalypse・Demon Calamity Escalates

The force of calamity twisted the origin of the abyss from the fifty-first to the sixtieth layer madly.

Countless low-tier monsters mutated wildly, their bodies swelled, fangs exposed, covered in calamity patterns, transforming into even more terrifying calamity monsters.

They only knew madness and destruction, devouring, fighting each other, devouring each other, causing chaos in the ten layers of the abyss, order completely destroyed.

The power of mutated monsters surged continuously but was also exhausted in the relentless killing, until all mutated monsters ended up in mutual destruction, leaving only fragmented void in the ten layers of the abyss.

Seventh Layer Apocalypse・Divine Retribution Descends

Golden divine retribution thunder tore through the abyssal sky, crashing down, spanning ten layers of the abyss.

Each bolt of thunder carried the power of fate’s judgment, dazzling gold, with boundless might, striking at the projection of abyssal gods and abyssal will from the sixty-first to seventieth layers.

Dozens of seventh-level mythical abyssal gods couldn’t react in time, and were turned to ashes by the thunder, their origin dissolved.

Until this layer was completely collapsed!

...

Leylin Mason stood in the void, his gray robe fluttered, his expression still indifferent.

As if sweeping away the seventy layers of abyss and eradicating numerous seventh-level abyssal gods earlier was as insignificant as brushing off dust from his fingertips.

He raised his eyes, the [Eye of Fate] quietly opened, his gaze penetrated through layers of shattered void, locking onto the territories of abyss layers 71 to 99.

"Kill!"

With a single word, his blood surged, roaring, trembling the remaining abyss.

A dragon shadow covering the sky burst forth from his body, piercing through the abyssal sky.

[Fate’s Undying Dragon Body]!

The dragon’s body stretched for billions of miles, its scales black as ink, with a cold luster, covered in golden fate patterns and red calamity runes, each scale exuding an aura of terrifying devourment.

Within the golden vertical pupils, the entire abyssal secrets were reflected, revealing all abyssal gods, all hidden secrets, all fate trajectories of the twenty-nine layers of the abyss.

In his eyes, everything was crystal clear, without a speck of secrecy.

The [Abyssal Will] started to surge wildly, twist, and expand.

Though it possessed nearly tier nine power, it was merely a conglomerate of distortion and destruction, fueled only by extreme chaos and destruction instincts.

Sensing impending doom, it exhausted all remaining origin, desperately gathering countless eighth-level abyssal divine shadows, torrents of mutated monsters, dense and endless.

Like a tide, like rabid dogs, they charged toward Leylin’s dragon body in a self-destructive counterattack.

In Leylin Mason’s dragon eyes, a trace of extreme disdain flickered.

"With only empty power, it might be effective against normal eighth-level divine kings of divine systems, but to deal with me, it’s far from sufficient!"

The dragon’s mouth opened, and the terrifying devouring power instantly erupted, sweeping the entire abyss.

Eighth-tier sorcery—[End Times Grand Devouring Art]

In the void, a gigantic black vortex suddenly appeared, its diameter extending billions of miles.

Within the vortex, it contained endless void force and fate’s judgment, with an attraction terrifying to its extreme.

All charging abyssal divine shadows and mutated monsters were instantly absorbed by the vortex.

Refined instantly!

Transformed into pure source power, it flowed continuously into Leylin’s body.

His dragon body gently moved, traversing between abyss layers 71 to 99, the eye of fate precisely locking onto every lurking seventh-level abyssal god.

No matter how they tried to evade, disguise, or conceal their form relying on chaotic power, they couldn’t escape the judgment of fate, nor the destiny of devourment.

Ultimately, all were absorbed by the end times grand devouring art vortex, completely devoured, refined.

Where the dragon body passed, everything within abyss layers 71-99.

Living beings, cities, origin... even the void, were all gnawed away, annihilated, leaving no trace.

...

Time slowly passed.

Another century!

The abyssal origin continuously drained, becoming increasingly violent, increasingly twisted.

The [Abyssal Will] contracted and expanded madly, attempting to break free from Leylin’s control, yet was tightly trapped by the remaining calamity domain.

The aftershocks of the seven-layer apocalypse continued to erode its origin, making it increasingly weak.

Leylin Mason’s dragon body slowly approached, the eye of fate staring directly at the frantically struggling [Abyssal Will]

A cold voice resounded throughout the abyss, carrying fate’s judgment:

"Your fate is to be devoured by me, transformed into my nourishment."

As the words fell, the black vortex instantly expanded, directly engulfing the chaotic black mist, pulling and devouring it, stripping it of all twisted origin power.

The black mist struggled frantically, twisting, releasing extreme chaotic energy, attempting a counterattack, yet ultimately unable to break free, only to be slowly refined, absorbed.

Until the last wisp of twisted origin completely merged into Leylin Mason’s body.

Having devoured the entire abyssal divine system, including ninety-nine layers of abyss, countless seventh-level abyssal gods, and that twisted and chaotic abyssal will.

Leylin Mason’s source power surged madly, his aura becoming increasingly condensed, terrifying.

Pushed by the source power, the progress of the biological chip’s deduction accelerated rapidly.

His dragon body slowly contracted, turning back into the form of a gray-robed sorcerer, standing in the midst of a void of emptiness.

The eye of fate slowly closed, the calamity domain quietly withdrew, as if the sweeping seventy layers of the abyss, the devouring of the entire divine system just now had never occurred.