Chapter 868 - 601: [True Spirit Undying Curse]
Time, like the flowing sands deep in chaos, silently and quietly passes by.
The ultimate annihilation at the end of the era has yet to truly descend.
Within the primordial mother river, there is already a desolate silence, as world after world, teeming with billions of living beings, vanishes like bubbles.
"I will just take one bite..."
"Just one bite..."
In the darkness, a pair of golden vertical pupils suddenly open, their light like two exploding suns, piercing through the endless gloom, boiling within them is the most primordial desire to devour.
Mei Sen’s colossal body, covered in gray-black dragon scales, lurks in the shadows, continuing to expand madly, devouring the void completely wherever it passes.
The essence of countless shattered worlds and the surging tribulation aura of epochs are all absorbed into his belly, transformed into nourishment for himself like rivers flowing into the sea.
With each devour, his aura intensifies, his blood boils, pushing him ever closer to that barrier leading to eternity.
...
Above the mother river.
Chen Sheng stands calmly like an ancient mountain, slowly opening his eyes, his gaze calm and placid, yet seeming to encompass the rise and fall of the entire era.
"What a devouring dragon."
"If this were a masterless world, untethered by the seed of the Dao, unrestricted by the power of origin, perhaps it could truly achieve the status of a Dharma Master Devourer."
What a pity.
This world still has its master.
The innate seed of the Dao, forming the foundation of this mother river, even if clearly presented before this devouring dragon, he cannot harm a single bit.
Just like now—what he struggles to devour with all his might, are merely derivatives nurtured by the mother river.
But the mother river itself, the core that bears the origin of the era, he cannot even touch.
Attempting to achieve the Dao through devouring is absolutely impossible!
Chen Sheng understands this well, perhaps the other party also realizes this.
Mei Sen merely regards devouring as a tool to gather energy, using it to evolve his own bloodline, stepping into eternity.
He raises his gaze towards the dim gray horizon at the end of the era:
"One hundred and twenty-two years remain."
...
In the blink of an eye.
A hundred years of time passes like a fleeting moment.
The end of the era has already descended!
At the source of the mother river, the innate seed of the Dao, dormant for ages, suddenly starts spinning rapidly with a rhythm transcending space and time.
No sound, no waves, no tribulations, no turbulence.
In an instant, a nearly absolute void of gray-white slowly seeps out from the center of the seed.
Within a breath, this gray-white envelops the entire galloping mother river, leaving not even a trace of a gap.
Then, with power surpassing the law of origin, it rewrites everything in an instant.
Poof—
The Heaven and Earth Laws begin to collapse.
The warp and weft of the Space Law, the chain of Causality Law, the flow of the Energy Law, the closed loop of the Reincarnation Law... all the fundamental orders supporting the existence of the mother river and maintaining the operation of chaos, dissolve before the gray-white power.
Above the firmament!
It’s as if a pair of giant hands descend, forcibly smoothing the mighty mother river.
The surging three-dimensional torrent gradually collapses, becomes thin, and finally transforms into a sheet of paper without thickness.
The tribulation aura of epochs and the floating shattered worlds, like sceneries in paintings, are forcibly flattened and pressed tightly to this paper, ultimately merging into the void.
...
Within the mother river.
Mei Sen’s body covered with gray-black dragon scales begins to undergo a deformation at the level of the Great Dao source.
The scales do not shatter, the flesh and blood do not collapse, but merely become blurry and flattened, as if forcibly pressed into a piece of paper by Giant Strength.
Muscles, bloodline, Divine Soul... simultaneously lose their three-dimensional contours, transforming from a devouring dragon intermingling in the mother river into a faint shadow on paper, with vitality slowly leaking away.
His golden vertical pupils contract violently, vividly reflecting the scene of himself being erased from the world.
"I am going to die..."
"Can’t resist..."
"Can’t resist at all!"
This is not a gap in the level of power, but an absolute suppression on the level of origin, on the level of dimension.
Yet, in this desperate situation.
Mei Sen finds a trace of relief instead.
He’s relieved that he didn’t treat the Celestial Ark Beyond as his sole escape route.
That integrated Celestial Ark, inferior even to his flesh, would crumble faster and more thoroughly in the face of such epoch-level dimensional annihilation.
By then, he would merely await death with closed eyes, without even the space to struggle.
But now—he still has a sliver of a chance!
[Tier Nine Sorcery・Eternal Soul Imprint・True Spirit Immortality Charm]
This is his greatest harvest over the years!
He had a clear and concise plan.
First, with a half-step eternal flesh, resist the Power of Destruction of the era, to survive through this Era of Great Destruction!
Then, using this Tier Nine Sorcery as a guide, gradually elevate the True Spirit Divine Soul to the level of his flesh.
Finally, backfeed to deduce a complete Tier Nine bloodline, with total transformation, achieving a true Eternal Dragon.
But now, all the plans have turned to bubbles!
"Man proposes, Heaven disposes!"
The gray-white power of the era’s destruction presses down like a collapsing sky, his flesh has been dimensionally locked, each second bringing him closer to extinction.
A moment too late, and he will be utterly erased!
"Desperate!"
Mei Sen roars to the sky with determination, reciting ancient incantations spanning billions of epochs.
The syllables are obscure and indistinct!
Unlike a human voice, unlike a dragon’s roar!
Like the first thunderclap of the universe’s dawn, weighty and vast, yet akin to the last sigh at the end of chaos, distant and melancholic.
Each syllable reverberates within his true spirit origin, echoing up and down the mother river, resounding in the depths of chaos.
With every word that falls, his eternal-level flesh actively disintegrates bit by bit.
Crack—
The gray-black dragon scales explode in sheets, not scattering, but transforming into pure origin energy, enveloping his true spirit like a golden light shield.
Crack—
Muscles sever, flesh evaporates...
The formidable body at the integrated level fully ignites under his conscious urging, releasing its last origin power to pave the way for his true spirit!
"With my flesh as fuel!"
"Burn it all to forge my undying true spirit!"
Boom——!!
Billions of strands of gray-white dimensional power fall with a roar, like a heavenly river pouring down, instantly submerging his remaining body.
The flesh collapses thousands of times, and each time is reassembled a thousand times under the half-step eternal-level bloodline’s instinct.
Each reassembly brings it closer to the void than the last.
With each crushing, his true spirit pushes upward a bit, moving towards the source of the mother river.
"Imprint—!"
The final incantation pierces through the entire mother river, reaching the core of the mother river’s source, fiercely branding it.
[Eternal Soul Imprint・True Spirit Immortality Charm]
[Effect One: Transform the soul billions of times, propelling the true spirit to immortality...]
[Effect Two: Burn everything, brand the true spirit upon the world’s origin, the true spirit undying, even if existence traces are erased, causal ties severed, it can still return from the void...]