Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 1021 - 455: Listening to the Wind Is Boring Today—Let the Three Deceits Cult Perish Here!

In the precise instant invisible barriers materialized sequentially, Liu Ma’s countenance became one of profound complexity. Crouching low, the tip of her finger cracked, and blood began to well forth.

Extending her hand, she started to trace upon the ground with her digit, swiftly creating a lopsided, crude smiley visage.

With this done, Liu Ma maintained a vigilant vigil beside Su Tu, intently observing his condition with every passing second.

However, what eluded her notice was that, at this very juncture, a pair of tender eyes was fixed upon her every action.

"She still recalls. She truly has not forgotten. I had faith, I knew it..."

The speaker was none other than Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan had, by this point, resumed his original form, abandoning the Deceitful God facade from moments before. His visage, typically stern and composed, now wore a benevolent smile, and his eyes gleamed with an aura of kindness.

Should anyone behold him, they would undoubtedly mistake him for a gentle elder, a stark contrast to the sin-laden Bishop of the Three Gods Cult.

"For Liu Ma's sake, you truly exerted yourself to orchestrate such an elaborate charade."

A youthful voice resonated from nearby.

The sound originated from a stone cot fashioned from obsidian; Su Tu lay relaxed upon this slab, his gaze directed at Chen Yuan.

The very individuals who had, moments ago, engaged in a life-and-death struggle, exchanging schemes and blows, now appeared to coexist in remarkable accord. Were Liu Yingjiao to witness this scene, her jaw would undoubtedly drop in astonishment.

Below them lay a vast expanse of Heishan; the heavens were clear, dotted with wispy clouds, and moonlight bathed the tranquil, luminous landscape.

This was the interior realm of Su Tu, and the crimson moon suspended in the firmament above now harbored watchful eyes, greedily fixated upon Chen Yuan.

Intermittently, guttural sounds, akin to an empty stomach's rumble, emanated from it.

It seemed poised to consume Chen Yuan at any moment, yet for inscrutable reasons, it remained constrained and suppressed.

"I should still offer my gratitude. Ultimately, it was I who manipulated you. The moment I perceived you, I recognized I was no match.

Employing this fleeting existence to present a performance for her, ensuring she can persevere without any Heart Knot—consider that my gain."

Chen Yuan’s outward gaze was suffused with an boundless tenderness.

Chen Yuan spoke with a slight chuckle; at this instant, not a vestige of the Deceitful God remained upon him.

From the very moment Su Tu emerged, Chen Yuan had sensed his formidable power—that profound and unadulterated Power of Silence, a force exclusive to the Great Destruction.

Consequently, he had already resigned himself to his inevitable fate.

In that particular instant, he conveyed a direct Heart and Spirit transmission to Su Tu, not to plead for clemency, nor to sue for peace.

But rather to...

Solicit Su Tu's participation in a staged event.

He implored Su Tu to exhibit the prowess of the Great Destruction before Liu Ma, then to dismantle and disintegrate it, and finally, to detonate the faith poison.

This was to allow Liu Ma to witness his utter annihilation with her own eyes, to behold his unsightly form, to see him crushed like an insignificant insect.

Even had Chen Yuan remained silent, Su Tu had been contemplating a similar course of action. Initially, he suspected Chen Yuan harbored some hidden stratagem.

However, upon receiving Chen Yuan's transmission, he opened his own Heart and Spirit, discerning an overwhelming aura of death-will emanating from him.

This revelation substantiated a critical truth...

The Chen Yuan before him had long since passed. All the ambition and grand designs he had articulated, every deed he had committed, every scheme he had devised, had lost all their significance and consequence.

Even if he ascended to the status of a so-called Deceitful God, even if he assimilated the concepts and powers of the three deities, the immutable reality remained: he was already deceased.

Presently, he was merely sustaining this form through a mere sliver of Life Force; once that vitality dissipated, he would inevitably crumble and disperse like dust carried by the wind.

In that moment, Su Tu comprehended that this ambitious leader of the Three Gods Sect was far from ordinary.

Behind all these events lay profoundly concealed truths.

Thus, Su Tu acceded to his request, and consequently, all that had transpired moments ago in the grand hall was but a carefully orchestrated performance.

"There is no need for thanks. I am not acting in your interest; my actions are for Liu Ma's benefit."

"And do not neglect your promise to me."

Su Tu remarked casually, his gaze settling upon Chen Yuan.

"I shall reduce myself to nothingness, and in doing so, completely divest the concept of the Muddy World Divine Son."

Chen Yuan regarded Su Tu and stated.

"However, I must still impart one crucial piece of advice. Faith poison stems from the avarice and desires of the human heart—a purity potent enough to corrupt all things."

"Although the Muddy World is nominally impervious to faith poison, in actuality, he will still be affected—merely at a slower pace."

Chen Yuan issued a solemn admonishment to Su Tu.

"Mm."

Su Tu responded to Chen Yuan with this solitary syllable.

He then observed Chen Yuan with a measure of interest, speaking further.

"Every scheme, every deception against the three gods, against me, and even against all your followers, was all for the sole purpose of dying before her?"

A faint smile touched Chen Yuan's lips upon hearing this. He sat cross-legged atop Heishan, the death intent radiating from him already seeping outwards continuously.

"That is correct. My ultimate ambition was only to perish before her. This has been my desire since two thousand five hundred years ago."

"With only a minute remaining, would you condescend to hear a rather mundane tale?"

"By all means, proceed."

Su Tu straightened his posture, abandoning his previous languor.

Chen Yuan's gaze grew distant, a flicker of recollection crossing his features.

"I hailed from a humble fishing hamlet known as Chen Village, a place blessed with pristine mountains and crystal-clear waters. In that age, the path of Martial Arts cultivation had yet to fully unfurl its influence. My deepest aspiration was to own a fishing vessel of my own.

Then, I would take Yingjiao out to sea, sailing across the vast expanses. How exhilarating that would be."

A genuine smile, brief yet poignant, graced Chen Yuan's face.

"Alas, that dream remained unfulfilled. I met my end at sea, drowned by the waves. Simultaneously, the divine concepts of the three gods descended, and it was at the precipice of death that I became their inaugural believer.

From the very instant of their arrival, my autonomy was stripped away. The mundane world, with all its trivialities, became a source of endless fascination for Them; Chen Village was reduced to Their playground.

In a horrifying instant, the very ground was carpeted with bones, and human skin was transformed into macabre rugs. My kin, my companions, all were reduced to mere skeletal remains.

Only Yingjiao, who happened to be away from the village that fateful day, managed to escape. Later, I established the Tri-Deity Cult, and the overwhelming tide of Faith Power inexorably drew her into its vortex as well...

And then..."

Chen Yuan attempted to continue his narrative, but his physical form had already begun to disintegrate, akin to an artifact of clay succumbing to intense heat, fissures erupting in every direction.

His lips continued to move, though no sound emerged.

This was the tragic chronicle of Chen Yuan. For two and a half millennia, his sole ambition had been to breathe his last before Liu Yingjiao, yet he could only articulate the nascent stages of his story before his existence flickered out.

Much like the innumerable lives extinguished by his hand throughout the ages—their narratives, too, were abruptly terminated before they could truly commence.

Regardless of the intricate stratagems or profound sorrows that may have driven Chen Yuan, the crimson stain of his transgressions remained indelible.

CRASH!!

Chen Yuan's True Spirit utterly shattered, and from its remnants materialized a streak of deep violet light—the nascent silhouette of an infant.

This was the concept of the Muddy World Divine Son. The concept had barely manifested, and before any discernible sign could appear...

Su Tu's voice resonated: "Consume it, you insatiable moon."

In the subsequent moment...

CRACK!!!

The long-suppressed blood moon descended with immense force, directly engulfing the spectral form.

The concepts of the three gods had now fully coalesced into a singular entity!

[The Three Gods Unite, Great Perfection of Annihilation. Congratulations, you have acquired the Divine Skill: Destruction]

[Divine Skill: Destruction: You embody annihilation, you symbolize silence, you represent the ultimate end of all existence. All beings, tangible or intangible, all thoughts, perceived or unperceived, can be utterly obliterated!]

The system notifications cascaded into view.

From the mere description, the sheer immensity of this Divine Skill was palpable. However, to Su Tu's current predicament, he was still unable to wield such a potent ability.

"So, where precisely has the original 'I' vanished to..."

Su Tu couldn't help but stroke his chin. He was Su Tu, yet he was also not. He existed as the divine construct of Su Tu within the Origin, but the true Su Tu had not been extinguished.

Yet, upon confronting his own identity directly, he was certain that the genuine Su Tu still persisted.

However, his exact whereabouts remained an enigma, even to Su Tu himself.

"Let it rest for now. I shall first address the matters within the Tri-Deity Cult."

This was Su Tu's decisive thought.

Although the poison of faith had infiltrated his being, for him—who had now absorbed the concept of the Muddy World—it posed no further threat.

Furthermore, he had already formulated a plan for the utilization of this accumulated Power of Faith.

What now demanded his immediate attention was...

"The wind whispers dully today. I shall eradicate the Three Deceits Cult right here and now!"