The Strongest Gene Chapter 880 (END)

In the vastness of outer space, seated upon an imposing throne, Luo Yuan, who was meticulously observing all of humanity, was greatly startled upon hearing a specific sentence. As he monitored every soul on Earth, his name was naturally one of the keywords his filters were designed to intercept. He could perceive every conversation directed at him, had heard insults and even marriage proposals. However, no one had ever directly spoken to him before. He attempted to identify the speaker, but regrettably, besides that solitary statement, Luo Yuan could not extract any further details about this mysterious individual.

Luo Yuan's heart pounded. "How can this be?" he questioned internally. He considered himself superior to all other humans, a deity-like figure governing mankind. How could information he could not obtain exist?

A frown creased Luo Yuan's brow. "Could it be those entities again?" he mused. He had, in fact, become aware of an exceedingly powerful race inhabiting this planet, in addition to discovering an alien realm known as the Twin Horns World. Despite his control over the entirety of information flow, this recent communicator...

A chill coursed through Luo Yuan. The individual had utilized a newly purchased wristband, which had been used only once to communicate with him. Consequently, Luo Yuan possessed no means to acquire any information regarding this person, a fact that instilled a sense of dread within him.

"Just who are you?" Luo Yuan inquired, his voice low.

At that precise moment, a voice materialized near his ear. "Why don't you take a guess?"

Bang!

Luo Yuan's heart lurched violently. He spun around abruptly, his entire body instantly going cold, every hair standing on end. Unbeknownst to him, a figure had materialized beside him and whispered directly into his ear.

Luo Yuan suppressed his fear. "Who are you?" he asked, feigning a composed demeanor as he rose. He understood that anyone capable of reaching his side undetected was beyond his capacity to contend with. However, upon getting a clear view of the individual, he could no longer maintain composure. It was Chen Feng!

Chen Feng was a pawn Luo Yuan himself had strategically placed, a piece acquired from an alien world.

Luo Yuan was visibly shaken. "Why is it you?" he exclaimed. He had been closely monitoring Chen Feng, possessing a thorough understanding of him. How could Chen Feng possibly wield such formidable strength? The aura emanating from him was...

Chen Feng let out a soft chuckle, finding this iteration of Luo Yuan quite amusing.

The gods had yet to manifest, the primordial forces had not descended, and the ancient races remained undiscovered. Therefore, this Luo Yuan had assimilated only a limited array of abilities, currently comparable to a minor deity. While this level far surpassed any other life-form on the planet at that moment, it was unfortunately no match for Chen Feng, who was now a true god.

"What do you believe?" Chen Feng inquired with a smile. "I have fulfilled your grand design. As such, I have returned to eliminate you, the one who would bring about the world's destruction in the future."

"Plan... Future..." Luo Yuan's mind raced as a sudden realization dawned upon him: Time Rewind! In an instant, he grasped everything. It was no wonder Chen Feng possessed such overwhelming power, his mere aura inducing such fear. It turned out that he, Luo Yuan, had met his defeat in the future, at the hands of Chen Feng!

"If it's possible..." Luo Yuan sighed deeply. "Could you erase my memories and my powers before sending my consciousness back to that era? Before... I wish to see her one last time."

"..." Chen Feng regarded him silently. After a prolonged pause, he gave a nod. "Very well."

Bang!

Chen Feng disintegrated Luo Yuan's physical form, leaving behind only a wisp of his consciousness. Like the faint glimmer of a firefly against the encroaching darkness, this consciousness hovered on the precipice of oblivion. Chen Feng reached out and grasped it.

"Go," Chen Feng gestured towards the void. That cluster of consciousness traversed through time and space, navigating the river of time like a delicate, fluttering butterfly, its wings beating with immense effort. Finally, it reached its destination era, returning to its rightful place. There, it witnessed the entrance of the Genetic Union. It saw the young lady selling flowers, her smile radiating exceptional beauty. Like a flower herself, she looked upon him with evident joy.

"Tell me, which little girl has captured your fancy?"

His heart pulsed with emotion as he immersed himself in the palpable reality of the moment. He knew this was genuine; he had truly returned to that era, even if only for a fleeting instant.

Hum—

His form began to dissipate. He had anticipated this outcome. Chen Feng would not permit him to alter the past, as any deviation would invariably reshape the future—a prospect Chen Feng would never entertain.

Nevertheless, he found contentment in this.

"Thank you, Chen Feng."

Luo Yuan's heart overflowed with gratitude. His consciousness dispersed, like a fragile butterfly fluttering around the young lady before slowly fading away. The young lady felt an unusual sensation as her heart began to race without any apparent cause. She raised her head, gazing up at the sky where a transient, shimmering butterfly seemed visible. This butterfly drifted further and further away.

...

At this juncture, with Luo Yuan's demise, Chen Feng decimated the colossal throne suspended in the void. This artifact was, in essence, the genesis of all strife, the source of that formidable entity which had previously subjugated the entire realm. He resolved that this world would not undergo further alterations. As for the wristbands... they represented a rather ingenious invention, despite Luo Yuan's manipulation of them.

“There is one final matter,” Chen Feng declared with composure.

*Shua!*

He blurred through the expanse, traversing the void and materializing directly on the Twin Horns World.

“Greetings, esteemed one, awaken,” he uttered, his words accompanied by a gentle pat on a particular burial mound. The earth rumbled as the Sin God, Ye, stirred from his slumber. He glared at Chen Feng with fierce indignation, utterly bewildered by the audacity of this individual daring to confront him. Despite his current diminished state, he was still... Abruptly, Ye’s thoughts halted. From Chen Feng's presence, a resonant and familiar aura emanated: that of a true god.

“Who are you?” Ye inquired, his voice laced with bewilderment. He could not recall any such deity in existence.

“You have no need to know that,” Chen Feng responded placidly. Unlike Luo Yuan, Ye was not human. He had subjected humanity to tyranny for an excessive duration. It could be asserted that during Ye’s reign, humankind endured its most profound suffering.

“You need only comprehend that I am a peak true god. My purpose here is to eradicate you, thereby fulfilling my divine mission,” Chen Feng stated with unwavering calm.

*Shua!*

He raised his hand, effortlessly subduing Ye.

Ye experienced a profound sense of bitterness. Had that particular planet already advanced to such a degree? Were true gods now commonplace? Heh, while he had been immersed in his prolonged slumber, the Creation God had actually...

*Pu!*

In a swift flash, Ye ceased to exist. Even in his annihilation, an undeniable sense of unwillingness permeated his being.

“May your eternal existence be consumed by hatred,” Chen Feng proclaimed with tranquil detachment. He surveyed the surrounding Twin Horns World.

*Bang!*

With a casual sweep of his hand, the entire world was obliterated. Given Luo Yuan’s demise, preserving this incomplete realm held no further purpose. The remaining tasks would be considerably simpler. Chen Feng returned, fully aware that his day was far from over. He proceeded to rendezvous with Duma, Qin Hai, Kong Bai, and all those who had stood alongside him during the climactic battle. Their memories, extending up to the point of that momentous confrontation, were meticulously restored to them.

This was the sole recourse available to him. Possessing divergent memories, they might not necessarily evolve into the same individuals. Furthermore, Chen Feng harbored no desire for them to deviate from their original selves. Naturally, to preclude any unforeseen complications, he had also enlisted Wang Yao to solidify the past.

Henceforth, regardless of the events that transpired previously, the timeline would recalibrate itself, ceasing to exert influence on the future. Those who had perished would remain deceased. Only minor, inconsequential alterations were permissible. Temporal displacement into the past was strictly prohibited.

Following a strenuous day, Chen Feng had meticulously completed every necessary action. All potential threats had been neutralized, with particular vigilance exercised towards the slumbering deities. Chen Feng harbored no inclination to extinguish them entirely. After all, among these gods were figures such as the Forest Goddess, the Luck Goddess, and the Misfortune Goddess, who had once offered him their allegiance.

Consequently, after extensive deliberation, Chen Feng ultimately fashioned an alien dimension mirroring The Crystal Palace, subsequently transferring all the gods therein. That realm would remain eternally segregated from this one. These gods, being exceedingly powerful, warranted a world exclusively for themselves. This dimension was thus designated the Kingdom of Heaven. As for the malevolent gods, Chen Feng afforded them no such sanctuary. Each was utterly annihilated, eradicating evil at its very inception.

All these actions were undertaken even before the gods had a chance to awaken. As night descended, the culmination of his arduous day’s work was complete. Later that evening, Chen Feng contemplated the celestial expanse. He abstained from joining the celebratory gathering of Qin Hai and the others, for he had an exceptionally significant undertaking awaiting him—something he had long yearned to accomplish. After a considerable interval, Wang Yao entered the chambers.

Xiao Ying, with a suppressed giggle, tactfully withdrew from the room.

“You have arrived?” Chen Feng inquired in a subdued tone.

Wang Yao appeared visibly apprehensive. “I am here.”

Chen Feng offered a reassuring gesture. “Do not be anxious.” His hands trembled subtly from an surge of anticipation.

“I am not nervous,” Wang Yao replied softly, her gaze lowered as she toyed with the edge of her garment.

“That is good,” Chen Feng responded, his voice slightly strained. “Shall we commence?”

Wang Yao drew a deep, steadying breath. “Very well.” Chen Feng delicately moved closer, extending his hand to gently clasp hers. The hand he held felt like flawlessly smooth, cool jade, its exquisite texture a source of profound comfort.

“I… I will begin,” Wang Yao whispered, her voice barely audible.

Chen Feng gave a nod. “Mhm.”

Shua!

Light swirled, and the two figures vanished instantly. Upon a distant mountain range, the earth began to tremble. This once-tranquil forest suddenly began to shake, startling countless creatures within its bounds. Within the woods, two people could be observed. Gasps of exertion could be heard, though their precise actions remained a complete mystery. The man’s hoarse breaths mingled with the woman’s gentler ones. The ground continued to tremble ceaselessly. After a considerable duration, all returned to its former peaceful state.

Wang Yao’s soft voice inquired, “Would you like to rest?”

Chen Feng gritted his teeth. “I’m fine.” Despite his words, his weakened state was apparent. “I don’t get it. Only a few years have gone by. Why has it sunk so deep underground?”

Bang!

With a shovel, he struck the ground with all his might. The earth shook, yet nothing was unearthed.

Wang Yao shook her head in exasperation. “You truly are...” She, too, held a shovel. At this moment, her brow was beaded with sweat, and she was panting for air, clearly finding the task quite taxing.

“Is this part of your plan?” Wang Yao asked, a hint of helplessness in her tone. The situation seemed to be unfolding in a completely unforeseen direction.

“Nope.” Chen Feng appeared rather awkward. This task, which ought to have been a simple matter, had devolved into this, compelling them to manually excavate. ‘Damn it,’ he thought, ‘this planet is just too fragile.’

If he dared to employ the power of a true god, the entire world would surely crumble. He feared that both this mountain and the object of his search would be obliterated. Consequently, he was forced to dig like an ordinary person. Fortunately, at this critical juncture, a familiar aura finally registered.

His eyes lit up. “We’ve found it!”

“Wow!” Wang Yao clasped her delicate hands together, a flutter of nervousness in her chest. Had this moment truly arrived? Chen Feng lay sprawled on the ground, meticulously clearing away the soil. Ten meters beneath the surface, a colossal ice coffin was unearthed. It was a coffin fashioned from pure, crystalline ice. Within lay a young couple.

Chen Feng took a deep breath. With utmost care, he channeled a measure of divine power into the coffin. Simultaneously, he meticulously controlled his strength, determined to avoid inflicting any harm upon this world.

Hum—

The ice coffin began to melt slowly. Gradually, its chilling aura dissipated. The icy cold receded, and the young couple’s bodies slowly returned to a normal temperature. After an extended period, their eyes fluttered open. Blankly, they surveyed their surroundings and the two individuals standing before them.

“Come,” Chen Feng beckoned, drawing the hesitant Wang Yao closer. Addressing the young woman, he said, “Greet your mother.”

“Mom,” Wang Yao murmured bashfully.

The young couple: “???”

The end.