Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 964 - 427: The Causality of Becoming a God, the Future of the Immortal Divine, All Are Mere Playthings!

As the words concluded, an exquisitely beautiful cup materialized beside World Light, brimming with swirling grape wine. Its fragrance filled the air, instantly immersing the entire space in an atmosphere of revelry and indulgence.

A smile graced World Light’s countenance. His entire being contorted once more, reverting to the original form of his Niger Race. The small mouth situated on his forehead opened and closed rhythmically, emitting ancient chants.

With the resonance of the chants, vast swathes of black flames erupted beneath World Light. Within these flames, countless indistinct spirits cried out towards the heavens, their sounds resembling heart-wrenching laments.

An unfathomable sorrow, agony, and despair emanated from the inferno. These emotions appeared to serve as fuel, intensifying the flames' ferocity.

World Light, in his Niger Race form, assumed an exceptionally peculiar posture. His hands were positioned one above and one below, seemingly restraining the small mouth on his forehead. He then slightly bent his knees, his eyes slowly shutting.

The four dark lines adorning his face seemed to awaken, swiftly tracing paths across his visage until they converged upon his forehead.

A series of rippling patterns swirled around the small, open mouth. Though resembling childish scribbles, they exuded an aura of profound divinity.

It was as if an invisible celestial body's essence was projected onto his forehead, encompassing all life and death, surging within.

As these patterns manifested, the wailing, sorrowful spirits within the flames grew quiescent. They knelt in unison, their gazes fixed upon World Light’s forehead.

Upon it, they perceived the most ancient, purest, and primordial form of faith—a belief predating even the gods.

Dense murmurs arose from all conceivable directions, yet without any trace of eeriness. Instead, an unspeakable grandeur radiated from the chants.

A beam of light emanated from the small mouth on his forehead, revealing World Light's spectral form. He observed the souls below, a subtle weariness etched upon his features.

"Soon, very soon, we shall all find liberation."

"You have truly endured immense hardship over these years; my gratitude extends to all of you."

As he spoke, World Light bowed deeply towards the flames.

"Without your collective existence, World Light would not be in this realm, nor would the Niger Race. I carry the destiny of the great tribes, of ten thousand races, countless beliefs, yet remain unyielding through innumerable cycles."

"You harbor no resentment towards me; naturally, I must live up to my name."

"It is not merely about eradicating the Human Race and reviving Star River’s true history, but a yearning for Star River to endure eternally, transcending the conflict between Dao!"

"Esteemed elders of the great tribes, once this undertaking succeeds, this world shall hold no remnant of the Human Race, nor any Void Spirits, and the events that transpired across endless cycles shall remain unrecorded."

"All shall become but a dream of the Southern Branch, and then Star River shall persist."

World Light’s words were earnest. Behind him, a mystical gateway, hovering between the void and reality, gradually materialized.

The blood-red hue of this gate seemed to deepen, its entrapped severed heads resembling souls confined in the abyss.

World Light straightened, transforming into a stream of light that retreated into the small mouth. His body then resumed its previous peculiar form. He casually raised a hand, causing the black flames beneath him to surge violently.

Enveloping the severed heads positioned behind him, the flames rapidly advanced towards the gate. The inferno passed through the threshold, yet seemingly without effect.

However, had Su Tu been present, he would have noticed new protrusions forming upon that gate, birthing... more severed heads.

He gazed at the gate before him, a fleeting ripple crossing his weary eyes before swiftly vanishing.

"A pity the gate lacks Su Tu’s causality engraving this time, yet it matters not."

"You leave traces across generations, each cycle striving to preserve the Human Race, casting me as a villain, it seems.

But my sole desire is to safeguard our Star River; am I in the wrong? Are we wrong??

This is the final era, yet still no sign of the so-called catastrophe savior. He lost patience long ago, merely awaiting this moment. A slight push from me, and the grand endeavor will be fulfilled."

World Light continued to fix his gaze upon the black fire as he spoke. By now, the countless souls within the fire had dissipated, replaced by various phantoms.

"You spare no effort, leaving behind your physical remains, yet lack unified convictions. What is the purpose of such messages??

Even if they remain, they merely impede those who follow.

Human Race, Human Race, you are exceedingly fortunate, favored immensely by the Daluo, making you so arrogant. You only perceive your own limited view, never encompassing the entirety, witnessing but a single life. Your vision is ultimately far too short-sighted."

As he uttered these words, the black fire intensified. Subsequently, the flames appeared to solidify, and the phantoms within grew increasingly lifelike.

"Allow him to seize the throne, and I shall personally dispatch the Human Race to a living hell!"

Guanghua suddenly bellowed, causing the spatial entirety around him to erupt in frosty flames, after which the black flames completely solidified.

It was an exceptionally strange, colossal tree that stretched towards the heavens, with its innumerable branches radiating outwards, obscuring all sight. At the extremities of these branches, what hung were not leaves, but rather some odd fruits.

As the viewpoint kept extending higher and higher, it became undeniably clear that at the tip of those branches, a human being was suspended!!