Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 957 - 424: What They Seek to Create Is an Existence Beyond Daluo!

Forty-two corpses, forty-two inscribed messages.

Su Tu committed every detail to memory, noting how each message from the forerunners clashed with the one before.

The inscriptions divided into two camps: one cautioning arrivals that the throne was a deadly snare, the other overflowing with remorse for failing to attain Ascension to Divinity!

Su Tu etched all the words of his predecessors into his mind.

Then, a profound white-blue sheen veiled his eyes, lending an elusive purity to his already crystalline gaze.

In that instant, he invoked Inference of Heaven to quell his seven emotions and six desires along with turbulent thoughts, achieving a state of perfect objectivity and tranquility to shield himself from the influence of those ancestral warnings.

Now, he needed to push forward to the finale and dispel the mysteries gnawing at his heart.

Guided by the message on the forty-second corpse, Su Tu waded through layers of blood that had lost their former stickiness.

The blood mist seemed ready to scatter.

Indeed, as Su Tu pressed onward, the enveloping blood fog thinned out gradually before vanishing completely, exposing a mysterious 'door' to his view.

The door possessed no solid substance, manifesting as a spectral gateway, while thick blood streamed ceaselessly over its flanks. Amid the trails carved by the flowing blood, tiny lumps clustered densely along the stains.

The instant those lumps caught his eye, Su Tu's gaze dimmed subtly. Absent his flawless composure, even he might have drawn a sharp, involuntary breath.

"Four thousand seven hundred sixty-two."

His eyes roamed across the blood trails as he voiced the precise count.

This figure tallied every lump embedded in the stains. The blood paths harbored exactly four thousand seven hundred sixty-two such lumps, and Su Tu's keen perception let him grasp their full number effortlessly.

Within Su Tu's vision, the spectral door expanded endlessly, sharpening the lumps into focus. Abruptly, twisted faces wracked with agony glared back from his eyes!!!

Far from simple lumps, they were unmistakably...

Heads shrunken to minuscule proportions!!

Four thousand seven hundred sixty-two lumps equaled four thousand seven hundred sixty-two heads.

These heads hailed from wildly diverse races; one glance revealed specimens from the Shadow Race, Red Eye Race, Snake-man Race, and even the Celestial Divine Race.

Even more shockingly, Su Tu uncovered another revelation.

Every head bore utterly distinct racial features. The four thousand seven hundred sixty-two lumps signified precisely that many unique species.

However...

"Since the cosmos ushered in an age of grand harmony, advanced civilizations have partnered with the supreme civilization to catalog species. To date, only four hundred seventy-two civilized species stand registered."

"This includes even those not deemed 'indigenous' or primitive civilizations; while remote dwellers might escape notice, the gap can't possibly stretch this wide."

Staring at the horrifying spectacle ahead, Su Tu's immediate concern fixed on the glaring mismatch in species numbers.

Four hundred seventy-two species against four thousand seven hundred sixty-two—a difference of tenfold.

Such a thing was utterly impossible.

Unless... unless...

Su Tu lightly massaged his temples, as two words bubbled up in his thoughts.

Reincarnation...

The strangeness of this realm now crystallized for him; it appeared to defy reincarnation entirely.

Hence, every freakish event within inevitably linked back to reincarnation.

These races might not even exist within this reincarnation cycle at all.

This hypothesis flickered through Su Tu's mind.

Yet... if true, it demolished his prior theories on reincarnation.

He had once believed each reincarnation replayed the entire Star River saga identically—a mere rerun, save for a handful of souls shifting roles, like him in this cycle versus one forerunner in the last.

Beyond those rare exceptions, all existence mimicked NPCs, perpetually cycling through the prior reincarnation's script.

But with this new idea of absent races, the notion of an endless loop crumbled entirely.

The cycle forged by the Daluos brimmed with impenetrable mystery. Su Tu could only piece together the full truth through conjecture.

Su Tu examined the heads anew, meticulously cataloging the traits of every unfamiliar species.

Doubt banished, he strode toward the baffling door. As he drew close, the spectral portal gained substance, its blood thickening into a cloying ooze that reeked of carnage.

At once, innumerable voices detonated within his heart.

He failed to comprehend the words from those voices; spoken in the exotic tongues of various races, they fused into a horrifying psychic barrage.

Boom!!!

The barrage of these bewildering and insignificant murmurs shoved Su Tu out of the Inference of Heaven state.

Simultaneously, a warm flow leaked from his ears. Then, from his eyes and nostrils too—despite his mighty physique—under the assault of these voices, he shockingly bled from all seven orifices!!