Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 956 - 423: Ascenders to Divinity of the Human Race Through the Ages?!

Somehow, he got caught up in this endless loop, managing to retain his memories across endless repetitions.

This era stretches back further than the ancients themselves, and all that World Light has witnessed across these loops defies Su Tu's wildest thoughts.

It's akin to a game stuck in eternal stasis, with World Light as the weary player ensnared inside; by now, he ought to foresee every twist, every grand or trivial happening in this loop.

Just this relentless repetition could forge such profound exhaustion in his soul.

Across those infinite loops, World Light has known no respite, perpetually driven to act by some hidden force.

"What drives him onward? If my guess holds true, then the Star River hides no mysteries from him; guiding the Void Spirits home would pose no challenge."

"Yet he refrains, proving that reinstating Void Spirits among Star River races isn't his aim. Just what is he truly after?"

Su Tu's face twisted in doubt.

With Inference of Heaven, truth unveils itself; without it, Su Tu pierces the minds of nearly everyone in this realm, but World Light remains veiled in boundless fog, impenetrable.

All that man showed—elation, fury, grief, thrill—even that earlier blaze of black fire's wrath—struck Su Tu as utterly hollow, like emotions spun from thin air.

Just that fragment of memory he revealed rings genuine.

Whatever World Light plots remains obscure, but should Su Tu's hunch prove right, carrying memories through endless loops renders his power and cunning beyond mortal ken.

His machinations must be profoundly devious.

"The Throne!!"

Su Tu blurted out abruptly.

World Light hungers fiercely for the Blood Throne, manifesting here solely to seize it; surely this seat ties directly into his grand scheme.

The closing loop draws near; the grudge pitting Void Spirits against 'Void Spirits' burns with unquenchable hate.

Su Tu grasps not World Light's scheme, yet should he prevail, humanity's doom could eclipse even their primordial exodus from the Star River.

Su Tu vows to never permit such an outcome.

Thus...

"Forgive me, I grasp neither your aim nor your intrigue, nor the soul-crushing agony of clutching memories through endless loops, but this throne—you will never claim it."

"It belongs to me!!"

Su Tu murmured to himself; his tone lacked fury, brimming instead with serene resolve.

Serene, like declaring an unassailable truth.

Right then, his gaze shifted faintly, detecting some presence.

In a blink, he flashed to a spot shrouded in blood fog, lashing out with a fist that shattered the crimson haze.

At once, a pale skeleton materialized in Su Tu's view, stripped of all flesh, gleaming pure as jade.

One look confirmed it as human bone.

The bones sprawled across the floor, one arm thrust out, aiming toward somewhere, beckoning followers onward.

Su Tu surmised this came from a prior True King Competition contender, etching his dying directive.

With mingled reverence, he eyed the skeleton, offering a subtle nod; even the tiniest benevolence shines like a star, earning Su Tu's esteem.

As he nodded, Su Tu spotted faint Chinese script tucked near the skeleton, letters minuscule, demanding close scrutiny.

Eight minuscule glyphs, carved with flecks of crusted blood into the earth.

The throne is a trap, the Human Race must not sit...

The message scrawled in frantic speed, the final 'sit' merely half-formed.

These eight glyphs furrowed Su Tu's brow in shock.

He'd assumed this elder perished wandering the blood fog in throne quest, yet now it appeared he fled the throne in terror.

Yet... across all former True King Competitions, no human attained the finale, much less neared the throne...

Could it possibly be...

"The last cycle's... Human Race prodigy!!"

Su Tu stared at the relics, Beiji's cycle tales echoing in his thoughts, alluding to looping turns.

This vista holds no singularity...

These elder's bones probably mark a forerunner who pierced to the close in the prior loop.

Little wonder; World Light repeatedly noted this realm's divergence from beyond, seemingly steering humans throne-ward.

Only moments ago, he barred outer geniuses for massacre, yet ushered humans within.

That drivel about honoring Su Tu's presence is pure deception; Su Tu buys none of it.

Assuming his loop-memory endurance, the secrets and savvy he wields dwarf Su Tu's own.

Should that hold, his prior words and deeds aimed solely to pit Su Tu against him for the throne, culminating in forcing Su Tu onto it!!

A mere theory, yet weaving the ground's warning with World Light's acts, it fits all too well.

With this in mind, Su Tu offered a respectful junior's bow to the remains; even though in this cycle they might not have outlived him, viewing through the lens of cycles, they count as forebears.

Even in death, still cautioning the Human Race—this unyielding spirit earns Su Tu's deep admiration.

Moreover, considering the spot where those words hid, if Su Tu had kept marching ahead without stopping before, he probably would have missed that row of minuscule script.

After straightening up, Su Tu wasted no time and started heading toward where the skeleton indicated.

He must witness it himself to grasp the truth; at this point, retreat is no longer an option.

As he advanced, thick blood mist gathered in front; Su Tu threw a punch to disperse it, yet this time the mist hung completely unmoving.

Gazing at the stagnant blood mist, Su Tu paused for a moment, then plunged right into it.

The instant after, an untouched path materialized right in front of him.

Right at the passage's entrance, another jade-hued skeleton perched cross-legged on the floor, its one hand hanging down just like the last one, gesturing toward a certain direction.

Su Tu felt stunned, detecting once more a thread of connection.

He had first thought only that one senior's bones were placed here, but now the situation revealed far greater complexity.

From the state of this skeleton, it matched that senior's, hailing from a prior cycle of the Human Race.

A daring idea sparked in Su Tu's thoughts.

"Could every soul from past eras who made it to the end have turned into skeletons, escaping the cycle to linger forever along this route?"

Harboring this notion, Su Tu marched boldly toward the skeleton.

Bending down a bit to inspect, indeed, another line of text lurked under this skeleton too.

Unlike the elegance of the prior one's message, this was bluntly direct.

It conveyed a straightforward, blunt warning.

The seat was almost claimed, just half a step shy of Ascension to Divinity, only to get shoved aside—utterly humiliating!

This boldly inscribed sentence vividly showcased the owner's fierce temperament.

Right up to death's door, that furious resolve burned fierce and unbroken.

Yet a contradiction emerged—the initial figure warned the throne was a snare, forbidding the Human Race from claiming it, whereas this one lamented failing to seize the throne.

These tales clashed completely.

Su Tu stayed quiet, paying his respects properly, before moving onward as the skeleton's arm directed.

At this passage's conclusion, another skeleton emerged.

This one etched its message using a unique power upon the blood mist.

Just a lone, frenzied term.

Run!!!

Pressing on, Su Tu met skeleton upon skeleton marking the path, while glimpsing engravings over and over.

"Kill Kill Kill!! The Human Race lacks only one god; yesterday's catastrophe cannot repeat!!"

"Followers, flee at once; Ascension to Divinity is a trap!!"

"Hahahahaha!! Utterly exhilarating, regret at failing to ascend divinity, yet beholding gods reveals so-called deities are merely that!"

"Escape!! Escape back, warn the Human Race to retreat to the ancestral land, stay within Star River, all other races are foes!"

"Hate!! Hate my frailty, the divine personality arrived, but I couldn't hold it!"

"Do not advance further...."