Previously on Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System...
Su Tu witnessed the truth behind the Blood Throne and the True King Competition, seeing countless Human Race heroes and forty-two powerful ancestors suspended from the Tree of Cause and Effect, revealed as sacrifices to the World Light. As the throne appeared, it amplified the desires of the assembled prodigies, causing them to turn on each other and identify Su Tu as the primary obstacle to their ascension.
The crimson sun, positioned like a crown, blazed even brighter, its hue deepening until it morphed into characters of blood-red script.
"Complete the sacrifice with the very last soul, and only then can divinity be attained upon the throne..."
Subsequently, these characters warped and contorted, finally forming a ghastly, grinning visage that vanished swiftly, unnoticed as the echoing sounds of slaughter filled the void.
Confronting the esteemed heroes of the Human Race arrayed before him, Su Tu’s eyes held a fleeting flicker of turmoil before hardening into an icy gaze. He looked towards the throne, his lips twisting into a frigid smile.
"World Light, is this your orchestration?"
"Sacrifice until the last one, very well, as you will!!"
"Including yourself, not a single soul shall remain!"
Su Tu declared, his voice devoid of warmth.
At that precise moment, as a hero surged forward, their fists crackling with immense power and aimed directly at Su Tu, he neither evaded nor recoiled. Instead, he raised a hand to meet the assault, instantly pulverizing half of the hero’s form.
Following this, he charged into the throng of advancing heroes, his expression one of chilling austerity, yet beneath that frosty exterior... a subtle, dark purple luminescence began to subtly emanate...
Upon the ground, Lin An and the others remained frozen, as if ensnared in a trance. Zhao Lanshan’s eyes opened and closed, a glimmer of reluctance surfacing before being swiftly masked by an unwavering resolve.
"The overwhelming momentum threatens to crush us; there is no room for a single moment’s hesitation!!"
Within the radiant projection, the gruesome scene unfolded like a silent play, no auditory signals breaching its confines. World Light, reclining languidly in the ethereal expanse, observed the unfolding events within the light screen with keen interest, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"In days past, we were akin to this, engaged in ceaseless slaughter, frenzied butchery, a reckless revelry that bordered on the delirious."
"We fought then for a deceptive throne promising survival, and now, I return this 'throne' unto you."
World Light spoke, a profound melancholy emanating from his eyes.
Behind him, the peculiar and ominous colossal tree seemed to take root, exuding a disquieting aura.
Its burgeoning 'fruits' and leaves rustled with a soft, unsettling whisper.
World Light turned, his gaze settling upon the towering tree, and spoke in a measured tone.
"I am aware that you would undoubtedly implement precautions, leaving behind what you term countermeasures and warnings, but I remain unconcerned."
"Though this final cycle has introduced numerous unforeseen variables, I am now entirely self-sufficient!!!"
His voice began to shift, as if a multitude of distinct voices were overlapping, these voices varied, the languages disparate, yet all moving in perfect synchronicity.
As this sound emerged, the black flames beneath him erupted violently, and from within their inferno, countless souls appeared to frolic, as though anticipating an ordained convergence.
"The karma accrued from all races achieving divinity is now collected; the future destinies of Human Immortals and Divines alike have become the abundant harvest upon my tree."
As he uttered these words, World Light stepped forth, his form blurring instantly as he materialized directly above the peculiar, colossal tree.
Observing from this vantage point, forty-two fruits were nestled around the canopy, resembling an unusual diadem.
And within this crown, a solitary space remained empty, as if something integral was conspicuously absent.
"Furthermore, the most potent 'future' of this era is currently engaged in the annihilation of other disparate 'futures'. Once his being is irrevocably stained by karma, it will signify the moment the ultimate jewel is 'returned to the tree'."
"At that juncture, our grand designs will bear their intended fruit, and all races will be subsumed, while our own actions will be utterly erased from memory."
"No one will recall our existence, no one will acknowledge our deeds, yet perhaps this is for the best, for the designation 'Void Spirit' is not meant for their comprehension."
"However, should an individual in the distant future ascend to such a pinnacle and uncover all these truths, how shall they then appraise me, how shall they appraise us?"
World Light’s gaze remained fixed on the treetop, his words directed as if to himself, or perhaps to an unseen confidante.
An indescribable weariness permeated his voice, etched with the deep lines of immense age.
Then, World Light abruptly extended his hand, reaching towards the canopy, his voice growing chilling and hoarse as he inquired, "What is your assessment?"
"The second 'transcendent who has broken the cycle', concealed."
Boom!!!
A colossal phantom hand materialized abruptly in the air, extending decisively towards the treetop. As it drew nearer, an intense suction force emanated, drawing forth shimmering strands of Buddha's light from the forty-two 'fruits'.
These lights were then ensnared by the gargantuan hand, instantly clasped within its grasp.
As the collected Buddha’s light coalesced, it formed the shape of a Buddha’s Son, clad in simple saffron robes, possessing a visage of ethereal beauty that rivaled a celestial spirit.
Were any of the Human Race present, they would undoubtedly recognize this individual as the Buddha’s Son, Jia Xun, who had inexplicably vanished at an earlier juncture!!
"Amitabha, this humble monk truly could not evade the benefactor’s perception."
Jia Xun, held captive within the immense palm, exhibited no outward signs of distress. With hands clasped together, his voice resonated with warmth, entirely devoid of any apprehension.
World Light extended a hand, releasing Jia Xun and allowing him to stand upon the phantom palm before slowly drawing him closer.
"Was it worth it?"
World Light questioned Jia Xun, his gaze fixed upon him. "You understand how to break through the barrier, your innate wisdom has clearly awakened. For us, this place is a prison, but how is your situation any different?"
"If you had decided to intervene, there might still have been a way to resolve this. Instead, you chose to abandon your physical body, leaving only a remnant spirit to clear the path for Su Tu."
"What exactly is on your mind?"
World Light observed the light screen with rapt attention, much like one would watch a captivating film. His tone bore a striking familiarity, as if he and Jia Xun had known each other for ages.
At this very moment, within the visual display, the battle had escalated to an intense climax. Su Tu's might was utterly overwhelming; each action and technique he employed was potent enough to shatter the most renowned heroes of the Human Race.
He hadn't even resorted to using Techniques or Divine Techniques. It was purely through the formidable strength of his physical body that he transformed the sky into a tempest of bloodshed.
