Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 952 - 422: Talent Is the ’Beast’! The Truth That Overturns Everything!

Pitch-black and warped flames, absent from the modern realm, scorched the void itself, their initial sight unleashing an icy dread that welled up from the soul's core.

Even more horrifying than those flames lurked the eyes hidden in the shadows below.

Those gazes brimmed with overflowing malice and spite, holding a grudge vaster than the pits of Hell.

Boom!!!

World Light's head burst open in a thunderous explosion, from the rising smoke a distorted specter materialized and gradually sank into the blaze.

The form gradually coalesced into solidity, human-like yet strangely aberrant, positioned above the warped inferno like its undisputed lord.

Unlike the warped, venomous eyes and flames, however, the specter exuded an ineffable aura of holiness.

This stood in sharp opposition to the flames engulfing the surrounding void.

Resembling an angel alighting amid Hell's depths, the sight mirrored in Su Tu’s vision.

"You shouldn’t have asked that question."

World Light's voice resonated from the emptiness, carrying an unfathomable cold, as unseen frost proliferated outward, even sheathing the blood-red path in a veil of pale ice.

A nearer examination showed this pale layer formed not of snow or rime, but of minute frozen flames.

These chilled fires propagated with alarming swiftness, in moments blanketing the full length of the crimson avenue and enshrouding Su Tu in their thick pall.

His body turned deathly pallid, as though immersed in a blanket of snow.

Su Tu disregarded the frostfire encasing him entirely, instead fixing a serene stare on the infernal fire-sea before him, on World Light's phantom, and on those spiteful watching eyes.

Indescribable sentiments flickered in his jet-black eyes as he probed every gaze lurking beneath the flames, peering into sentiments lying deeper still.

Complex, tangled, yet utterly pristine feelings emanated from those eyes, interwoven like a dense mesh of filaments.

Boundless loathing, unceasing murderous drive, immutable determination, soul-scarred grudge infusing bloodline-born enmity!!

This loathing, enmity, and slaying urge targeted not Su Tu as a person, but arose solely because he bore the mark of humanity.

An all-consuming passion directed against the whole Human Race.

Su Tu found this sensation quite familiar, akin to the way humans regarded beasts—except that people's aversion to beasts resembled only the revulsion toward vermin like roaches.

These eyes' passions, however, surged hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of times fiercer than any human reflex!

Perceiving these passions, Su Tu's eyes narrowed faintly while he regarded the specter risen from World Light’s skull, his voice laced with intricate nuance.

"It seems, I guessed right, didn’t I?"

"The so-called Void Spirits are indeed the life forms of this Star River, you were never the intruders, but the masters of this Star River."

Through words of utmost composure, Su Tu delivered a proclamation capable of upending the Star River's complete cosmic understanding.

That declaration stood to rewrite eons of accumulated knowledge on the Star River, dismantling its annals entirely now that the long-hated alien race revealed itself as the true originals.

To the multitudes, this rang as pure lunacy, for Void Spirits amounted to no more than potent, arcane, distant maniacs.

Su Tu's statement nonetheless reversed it all.

Outsiders hearing it would inevitably brand Su Tu a madman.

Su Tu's voicing of those words equated to kicking the entire wasp nest.

Crash!!!

The blaze erupted into utter turmoil, twisting fiercer still, with World Light's phantom atop it apparently powerless to tame the chaos.

Innumerable baffling murmurs reverberated from the fire, the eyes' bearers contorting as in madness while myriad ethereal shades strained to pierce the blaze, hurtling at Su Tu.

The warped conflagration hovered on the brink of cataclysmic release, the blaze slipped from mastery, and even turned to swallow the encircling frostfire.

Screech!!

Obsidian flames braided with frostfire hurtled frenziedly at Su Tu, shifting to ebon fog whence countless spectral talons thrust forth, flailing and clutching as if to claim him.

The profound grudge took tangible shape, driven to rend him limb from limb.

Su Tu simply remained in place, beholding the mayhem, his eyes steady on those dread, malformed claws from beginning to end.

As those talons neared to grasp him...

Crack...

Shattering resounded, whereupon the dark haze and pale rime swiftly disintegrated, sole survivor being World Light's phantom silently settling earthward.

"You shouldn’t have spoken, my current state is merely a Split Spirit, unable to suppress ’our’ hatred toward the Human Race."

"Honestly, I’m not surprised you know all this, but you shouldn’t know it now."

"Which Immortal told you?"

World Light lingered close by, silently scrutinizing Su Tu.

At that instant, the pair seemed to share an unspoken accord beyond words, neither side showing any will to attack.

They resembled a serene lake, yet beneath its peaceful surface surged unimaginable undercurrents.

"That is not something you need to know."