Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 1035 - 462: The Martial God Never Existed!!! (Part 2)

A profound sense of paradox left him in a state of bewilderment; eventually, he sought guidance from the dormant souls residing in the depths of his being.

He abandoned the pursuit of breaking the cycle of reincarnation and ceased striving for the liberation of his fellow beings.

Instead, he began to revel and indulge, traversing among countless races under various guises, immersing himself within each community and experiencing the emotions that a mere Void Spirit could never comprehend.

No matter how captivating a game might be, boredom eventually sets in; a game played an innumerable number of times ultimately leads to the erosion of all feelings.

Throughout these cycles of reincarnation, he persistently sowed discord among the Human Race; it can be said that his shadow loomed over every dark epoch in human history, driven forward by his actions. Time and again, he propelled the Human Race to the precipice of annihilation.

Yet, powerful individuals consistently emerged from the Human Race, and prodigious talents defied destiny to ascend to greatness. World Light came to a stark realization: within this cycle of reincarnation, the Human Race was the predestined protagonist—an existence that no force could eradicate.

Every power that dared to attempt their annihilation only served to forge the Human Race into a stronger entity.

Indeed, the very fabric of this heaven and earth, this Star River, this universe seemed to harbor a disdain for the Human Race. Their path of cultivation was fraught with restrictions and sealed by countless impediments—a manifestation of the Star River's aversion to an external presence. Nevertheless, even this could not stem the tide of the Human Race's ascent.

However, just as World Light envisioned these monotonous eons repeating indefinitely through reincarnation—though tedious, at least the Star River persisted, and the myriad races endured...

He perceived that... the Power of Reincarnation enveloping the entirety of the Star River was beginning to wane.

Though the shift was incredibly subtle, for World Light, who had witnessed the unfolding of events in this Star River countless times, it was as conspicuous as a blemish.

Should reincarnation dissolve, then the very moment the grand timeline of the Star River reverted to its natural course, the aberrant Uncanny would surge from the end of the Dao and obliterate all existence.

This was an outcome World Light could absolutely not abide, and equally, it was an outcome the myriad souls yearning for their true home within him could not bear to witness.

He clung to the hope that this faint dissipation of the Power of Reincarnation was merely a coincidence, an anomaly, or a cyclical pattern, akin to the blooming and fading of flowers.

But this unrealistic hope was ultimately dashed. As the second cycle of reincarnation commenced, the Power of Reincarnation had thinned further, diminishing by twice the amount observed previously.

If this trend continued, it would not require many more reincarnations before this Star River lay completely exposed to the Uncanny, becoming its sustenance.

Upon grasping this grim reality, World Light emitted a heart-wrenching, almost frenzied laugh.

How absurd, how utterly preposterous. He had once strived relentlessly to shatter reincarnation, then cursed these dull millennia through endless cycles, and now, to prolong the existence of his Star River, he was compelled to... make reincarnation turn and turn again!!

Even a protracted demise was preferable to the instantaneous obliteration of the Star River. To persist—no matter how agonizing, no matter how undignified, to persist—to live on within this cycle of reincarnation, until the day when hope might finally emerge.

All of this, you are not meant to carry. Continue living in blissful ignorance within reincarnation, until the moment you can finally attain freedom.

I am World Light; I shall bear all burdens for you. I am World Light, the very light of this world—the causes and effects you cannot shoulder, I shall bear them!!!

Crack, crack!!

Crash!!

Like fragments of a shattered mirror, everything disintegrated and dispersed; the reversal of the Dao Fruit along the threads of causality reached its conclusion.

An indescribable depth of experience flickered within Su Tu's eyes. Through the Dao Fruit's deduction, he had traversed back through half of World Light's existence—those countless cycles of reincarnation, those tens of millions of repetitions, he had personally lived through them all.

World Light's despair, his helplessness, his fleeting joys, his burning anger, his profound sense of duty, and every other emotion were now gathered and imprinted deep within his heart.

In a certain sense, Su Tu too, much like World Light, had experienced countless reincarnations.

Yet in reality, a mere three minutes had elapsed; the cup of warm tea before him still emitted a gentle steam.

From World Light's vantage point, he could comprehend the motivations driving the latter's actions, but as a member of the Human Race, what could he truly say?

All notions of right and wrong, of good and evil, all karmic entanglements—in the face of absolute racial survival or extinction, none of it held any significance.

This was a battle of Dao, a struggle for existence itself.

Were it not for their arrival in this Star River, the Human Race would likely have been obliterated by the Uncanny long ago. In this Star River, the Human Race were considered invaders; to the Void Spirits, they were usurpers of their home.

Ultimately, however, the Uncanny were the root cause of it all. Without Them, why would the Human Race have needed to venture into this realm? Or perhaps, the Human Race hadn't even been granted the choice.

Even if World Light hadn't erased the very concept of the Human Race, the moment reincarnation concluded, their existence would be revealed as soon as the Uncanny perceived this world.

And as the race most intrinsically linked with the Daluo, the Uncanny would absolutely not permit the Human Race to continue existing.

Therefore, viewed from a broader perspective, the Human Race and this Star River were already in the same predicament, akin to grasshoppers on a single rope.

"While World Light is indeed insane, over these countless cycles of reincarnation, the animosity in his heart toward the Human Race should have long since turned to dust. I can sense that much."

"Consequently, his objective in eradicating the concept of the Human Race in this final reincarnation is not merely for personal vengeance, but because it is 'essential.'"

"That peculiar tree serves as the bedrock for his continued reincarnation. The beings upon it are the most formidable, peerless prodigies of the Human Race from all prior cycles. This peculiar tree is, in part, composed of the Human Race itself. In essence, for reincarnation to persist, the Human Race is an indispensable component—or rather, the very concept of 'human' is the most critical link."

Su Tu dipped a finger into the tea before him, tracing several circles of varying sizes on the tabletop.

"During this entire process, when did the Silver Throne emerge, and what was its role in all of this?"

Su Tu then drew a large question mark upon the table.

His regression through reincarnation was not solely to discover a method to break free from this predicament, but more importantly, to ascertain the exact actions of the Silver Throne amidst it all.

It was a joint creation of the Daluo, wielding unimaginable power; even a minuscule fraction of its might would suffice to shatter this world.

What Su Tu truly yearned to comprehend was the actual deeds performed by such an entity.

Yet, in his backward journey through the cycles of reincarnation, he had failed to uncover even the slightest trace of the Silver Throne.

This situation led to two possible conclusions. Firstly, with his current Heart and Spirit, his deductive capabilities were limited to this point. If this were the case, upon the unification of his flesh and soul and the attainment of his Heart and Spirit's zenith, he could potentially delve further back into reincarnation and causality.

But if the second possibility were true...

"Its presence has been interwoven with World Light's causality all along, yet I still cannot perceive It..."

Su Tu murmured to himself.

He had previously theorized that World Light's ability to retain his memories across cycles was precisely due to the Silver Throne's influence. However, during this re-examination, there had been no indication of the Silver Throne whatsoever.

Consequently, he harbored a strong suspicion that even the Dao Fruit was incapable of perceiving It. Its existence transcended his own dimension by an immeasurable degree.

As Su Tu revisited the vast expanse of his memories, desperately searching for any hint of the Silver Throne, he suddenly froze. A rare expression of sheer horror flickered across his usually indifferent, godlike, and handsome countenance.

This particular emotion had almost never graced Su Tu's features, yet at this moment, the shock and dread intensified, growing ever more profound.

"My perception has been deceived. Had I not delved so deeply, I would never have realized it. Some power has been subtly manipulating my understanding."

Within Su Tu's gaze, the entirety of World Light's past unfolded with startling rapidity.

Across the various rounds of reincarnation, World Light had consistently worked from the shadows to suppress the Human Race. Even with the knowledge of their protection by the Power of Reincarnation, he relentlessly denied the Human Race any respite. However, at every critical juncture threatening the Human Race's annihilation, a supreme figure would invariably rise to their defense.

Some possessed heaven-defying combat prowess, others unparalleled cunning, and some forged paths for all beings of the Human Race to follow. These individuals were breathtakingly brilliant, unmatched in the world.

But...

But.....

"Where is the Martial God?"

Su Tu compelled himself to maintain his composure. Within the memories of World Light, among those peerless beings who had rescued the Human Race from the brink of disaster, there was no Martial God!!

No Martial God who had established the Martial Arts Dao, no Martial God who had achieved absolute perfection.

Within World Light's past causality... the Martial God had never existed!