Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 1018 - 454: Su Tu’s True Identity, 250,000 Skill Level Acquired!

Although this possibility had been considered from the outset, he never deeply explored it—perhaps deeming it unnecessary, or maybe feeling the time wasn't right to confront such matters.

More likely... he was inwardly evading the issue, unwilling to face it.

Thus, he suppressed all these thoughts until this very moment...

The Blood Mother and Bone Father, in their audacious attempt to search Su Tu’s Heart and Spirit for the Power of Great Destruction and the so-called divine power seed, ultimately failed to find the ’seed’ as the Blood Mother discovered.

Instead, she saw through the very essence of Su Tu’s Heart and Spirit—a mass of divinity, exceedingly pure.

Mingled within that divine mass was the aura of Great Destruction, but alongside their fervent pursuit of this power, several even more terrifying divine auras were in the process of gestation.

The Blood Mother merely sensed the presence of these auras, and her very conceptualization trembled, threatening to collapse. If she were to probe further, annihilation might await, irrespective of Su Tu’s direct action.

A fleeting, panicked glimpse, followed by a frantic retreat, but the divine concepts held within left an indelible imprint on the Blood Mother’s memory.

Beyond Great Destruction, Su Tu’s divinity concealed within it causality, time, lunar essence, and the essence of natural disaster.

Each divine concept appeared to have stood since antiquity, shrouding the end of ages, far exceeding their comprehension.

And in the Blood Mother’s brief observation, Su Tu also perceived the aura of these internal forces.

The truth he had refused to confront, the one he desperately avoided, was laid bare at this juncture.

It was no wonder he lost all emotions following the initiation of rebirth between himself and all existence; it explained his profound connection with the anomalies; it justified his unfettered ability to wield their power.

It was all because... his essence was a mass of divinity, utterly pure.

Only divinity could commandeer divine power, only divinity itself could grasp those immense forces.

His prior conjecture had been correct!

He was not truly Su Tu, but rather a mass of divinity reborn with Su Tu’s memories—a fact he hadn't wanted to face or even contemplate until now.

But in this moment, the Blood Mother had grimly uncovered everything.

This revelation was akin to unsealing something—a power he had refused to face, kept hidden away, which had now... completely blossomed...

Su Tu’s eyes resembled a desolate sea, capable of drowning all existence; he merely directed a cold gaze at the Bone Father and the Blood Mother.

"Big cat, come play."

An invisible majesty erupted instantaneously.

BOOM!!!

Within the unfathomable realm, it was as if the Mountain Monarch unleashed a roar, causing all things to disintegrate, all beings to tremble, as if myriad tribulations and countless disasters were on the precipice of descending.

A towering silhouette of the White Tiger slowly materialized behind Su Tu, upon which sat a shadowy figure of a woman with disheveled hair.

With a mere glance from that woman, the Bone Father and Blood Mother began to tremble uncontrollably.

In an instant, they felt as though grasped by countless spectral hands, dragged alive into an endless Hell.

Myriad disasters, endless forms of demise, plagues, famines, natural calamities, earth-shattering disasters, the collapse of the Dao, utter fragmentation.

This was unimaginable torment and death descending upon them.

Amidst sudden pandemonium, the Bone Father and Blood Mother cycled through countless deaths, their minds and spirits quivering, their divinity wailing, even their conceptual foundations undergoing disintegration.

Yet, they were utterly incapable of resistance. Upon regaining their senses, they found themselves still standing in this space.

Worse still, despite having endured an experience potent enough to shatter them, no matter how they tried, they could not recall it now.

However, this was merely the prelude.

"Little Candle."

Su Tu’s voice fell indifferently.

The shadowy woman and the White Tiger vanished abruptly, replaced by an endless crimson dragon, its form alone appearing to pierce through the fabric of time and space.

It coiled behind Su Tu, seemingly encompassing countless Star Rivers within its immense coils.

And at the dragon’s shadowy tail, a human face materialized, a single eye opening, resembling a dark red sun, with each breath it took seemingly evolving over unfathomable eons.

With the appearance of the dragon shadow, the Blood Mother and Bone Father felt the reality around them begin to blur.

The very concept of time froze upon them, yet their bodily functions remained active.

This single moment seemed to stretch into an eternity.

They could perceive their bodies decaying, their concepts fading, yet they were powerless to stop or move.

Simply observing the unfolding events, they were witnessing their own demise, a process that might be... eternal.

This singular second represented eternal death!!

Within this eternity, they would witness their own dissolution and decay.

Time, in this existence, was the most formidable cage, the most despair-inducing punishment.

In this moment, the Bone Father and Blood Mother, beings who consistently inflicted despair and agony upon all life, felt a novel sensation blossom in their core—the first stirrings of despair.

For the hundred years that followed this eternal second, mortals could only stare in awe at the overwhelming power.

As millennia unspooled beyond this eternal second, a sense of their own inevitable dissolution and extinction began to creep in.

Then, after billions of years had trundled past this eternal second, any recollection of their supposed mission or forgotten ambitions vanished entirely.

Time possesses the terrifying ability to strip away all things and consign everything to oblivion.