Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 516 Wang Li: I'm absolutely...high right now!! [Requesting recommendation votes and monthly votes!]

"Alright, since that's the case, let's just leave it at that for now. All that dawdling was driving me crazy!"

Wang Li, the Magnetic Field Martial God, seemed extremely impatient with this tedious and drawn-out scene. He sensed the spacetime structure around him, which was gradually stabilizing thanks to everyone's efforts, and confirmed that the major collapse had stopped and the remaining minor damage would repair itself over time. He then had no more lingering feelings.

He nodded to Wang Li as a greeting, then his figure transformed into a magnetic flash of light that tore through the void with unparalleled dominance, instantly disappearing into the vast depths of spacetime, leaving only a chilling echo reverberating in the chaotic flow of time:

"I should go back and prepare! The next 'Trial of the Strong' is about to open, and I've been eyeing the 'territory' and 'reins' of a few old rivals for a long time! Just wait and I'll crush them one by one! Hahaha!"

That unrestrained laughter seemed to still carry the roar of thunder, stirring up tiny ripples on the river of time.

"Let's go together."

The figure of Wang Li, the information entity, flickered rapidly a few times, like a holographic image subjected to strong interference, before completely disintegrating and merging into the endless torrent of information around her, disappearing without a trace—an efficiency that was outrageous.

His departure left no trace, as if he himself was part of this time-space repair program, and once the task was completed, he was immediately uninstalled.

On the other side, the mysterious ruler Wang Li had already silently sunk into the deepest part of the shadow of time, as if it had been just a collective illusion from the beginning. Only a few wisps of the aura of the end and origin, which had been completely devoured and had no attributes left, proved that he had silently "cleaned" this place and fulfilled his crucial but misunderstood duty.

His very existence carries an indescribable mystery and enigma.

"Sigh, it's finally over... This is even more exhausting than confronting the root of the beast of desire and listening to the eternal, mad babbling from the depths of that abyss of desire..."

Martyr Wang Li let out a long, deep sigh of relief, and even the dark circles under her eyes, which were so thick they seemed to fade slightly due to the relaxation of her mind.

The three phantom demonic figures behind him, which seemed to bear all the sorrow and despair of the myriad realms, along with his own figure, began to slowly fade and blur like ink dripping into still water, their outlines rapidly becoming indistinct.

"I'm going back to die. Don't look for me unless it's absolutely necessary, and definitely don't look for me if something happens... Also, I really don't want to be involved in 'my' mess anymore... You can fight for power if you want, or be detached if you want, just don't get involved..."

His voice grew fainter and fainter, carrying a sense of relief mixed with extreme exhaustion. Before it had even fully faded, it had completely dissipated into this space-time that had just experienced a catastrophe, leaving Wang Li with no possibility or room for reply. The speed at which he fled and the decisiveness of his attitude were truly remarkable.

Before the three phantom demons completely vanished, they seemed to simultaneously let out a barely audible sigh, as if they too had breathed a sigh of relief.

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant me boundless blessings. The mortal world is full of turmoil, and we must part ways eventually. The karma here is settled, time and space are gradually stabilizing, and I shall return."

Upon seeing this, Immortal Wang Li smiled, as if a great worry had been lifted from his mind. He bowed to Wang Li, his tone calm and serene, a stark contrast to the lingering, violent energy around him.

"The past me, you have already embarked on your own path. The future may be perilous, but it is also vast. Remember, the way of nature is to be followed. There is no need to force things, nor can you forcibly avoid them."

He paused, his tone becoming slightly more casual, with a hint of barely perceptible teasing, "When you're free, you can come visit my Qingcheng Grotto. My place is quite large, with plenty of spiritual energy, suitable for quiet cultivation... and of course, also suitable for avoiding trouble. Oh, by the way, the ducks from my Qingcheng Mountain are absolutely amazing, they're top-quality, bred over thousands of years! You must try them sometime."

After saying that, his figure transformed into a wisp of ethereal green smoke, drifting away gracefully and returning to his secluded cultivation cave deep in the sea of ​​clouds of Qingcheng Mountain. His otherworldly demeanor seemed to have never been tainted by the murderous aura of this place, leaving only a faint fragrance of sandalwood that slowly dissipated in the air.

"Hehe, interesting, really interesting. This is much more exciting than any play I've ever seen."

Wang Li, who seemed ordinary and unremarkable, like an unemployed young man next door, smiled, finished the last few sunflower seeds in his hand, patted the crumbs off his hands, and acted as if he had just watched a commotion on the street.

He casually raised his hand towards Wang Li and the Godslayer, as if bidding farewell, or perhaps as some indescribable tribute to this absurd drama, his eyes filled with amusement and a kind of all-knowing laziness.

"That's life. You never know what you'll encounter around the next corner, especially when 'you' yourself become the biggest variable... I wish you all, and us, a great time!"

Then, he casually took a step forward, and his figure rippled like a flower in a mirror or the moon in water before disappearing without leaving any energy fluctuations. It was as if he were just a passerby who had stumbled upon this place, and after he had seen enough, he turned around and left in a carefree manner.

Immediately afterwards, the void rippled slightly, and the Wang Li and the "Emperor Tathagata" duo exchanged a glance. In each other's eyes, there seemed to be a convergence of countless Buddhist principles and Zen wisdom with imperial ambitions, yet they were harmoniously unified.

They didn't say much, but simultaneously nodded slightly to Wang Li in the present world. That nod contained a kind of recognition, an expectation, and perhaps a subtle resonance as fellow "Wang Li".

Immediately, their figures seemed to merge into the golden dawn and purple imperial aura, disappearing in the blink of an eye into their own illusory timeline filled with chanting and divine might.

In the blink of an eye, the once bustling, or rather chaotic, riverbank of time was now left with only Wang Li herself, and the Godslayer Wang Li, whose aura was still weak but whose expression had returned to calm, or rather, a kind of numb resignation.

The Godslayer remained silent, like an ancient reef, simply watching the ceaseless flow of time, which seemed to have become even more magnificent and ever-changing due to this earth-shattering battle and the collective intervention of numerous future incarnations. His body, still upright beneath his tattered divine robes, inexplicably exuded a profound loneliness.

The dark red Ω halo, symbolizing the authority of the god-slayer and representing the end and annihilation, still surrounds Him like a shattered mirror or dim dust, slowly rotating as if telling an unfinished final poem.

His gaze was profound, as if piercing through layers of time's mists, seeing countless bizarre and possible futures arising from today's changes, yet also as if he saw nothing at all, merely immersed in his own thoughts and the lingering taste of defeat, unknown and unfathomable to anyone. Wang Li stretched her arms, which had been tightly held by the Immortal Path and the Martyr, and were still somewhat sore and heavy. She then carefully sensed the microcosm within her body—though it had been greatly depleted, it had become unprecedentedly pure and powerful after being pushed to the limit and undergoing a rebirth and sublimation, as if every atom contained the power of a miniature universe's birth, death, and explosion.

This feeling of being filled with power, as if he could change the world in an instant, made him feel increasingly comfortable, and even made the defeated "himself" look more pleasing to the eye.

He glanced at the Godslayer who was still standing there like a wooden stake, and said irritably, his tone carrying a hint of victorious mockery and undisguised dismissal: "Hey, you over there 'me,' the show's over, the audience's all gone, and you, one of the main actors, are still hanging around here. Are you waiting for the crew to provide meals? Or... are you really eyeing my family's farmhouse restaurant's signature beer duck? Let me make it clear, this restaurant is a small business, and we do not serve guests with an aura of 'the end,' which would spoil the appetites of other diners."

"Humph!"

The only response he received was a cold, short snort from the Godslayer, a snort that contained countless unspoken words.

That cold snort contained the resentment of defeat, the helplessness in the face of this group of "unexpected" people, and perhaps even a trace of extreme displeasure with Wang Li's "getting the benefits and then acting innocent" attitude.

In the next instant, as if unwilling to linger any longer, the already illusory figure of the Godslayer began to fade rapidly, its colors rapidly disappearing and its details becoming blurred, like an ancient oil painting that had been completely soaked by a torrential downpour, all the vibrant colors mixed together, ultimately returning to paleness and nothingness. All traces of its existence were completely dissolved in this silent space-time that had just returned to peace.

Without leaving any words of farewell, nor any energy fluctuations announcing its return, it was as if it had never existed here. The fierce battle that had shaken the ages was merely a chance nightmare in the long river of time.

With the complete departure of the god-slayer, this chaotic singularity of spacetime, which served as the ultimate battlefield, finally calmed down completely.

All the turbulent energy currents and shattered fragments of rules were smoothed or absorbed by the self-repairing power of time, disappearing again into the normal and stable flow of time. No trace of the previous tragedy and chaos could be seen anymore. Only the "weight" of having experienced destruction and rebirth settled at the bottom of this river.

Only the river of time itself, still flowing slowly, seemingly wider and deeper than ever before, its waters shimmering with more unknown stars and the epic silhouettes of civilizations, and the subtle ripples in the air, not yet fully subsided, like the lingering echoes of a magnificent symphony, silently testify to all beings capable of perceiving this place—

Just now, what a breathtaking, ultimate battle that concerned the survival and future of countless worlds took place here, and what an unprecedented, bizarre scene that was worthy of being recorded in the annals of strange wonders of all the heavens and myriad worlds, where "oneself" was trying to mediate between "oneself" and "oneself"?

……

In the real world, on Earth, at the Wang Family Farmhouse, in that lively room on the second floor.

His perception of time and space was re-anchored to the stable coordinate point of "now". Wang Li slowly and deeply took a breath, as if to fill his lungs with the plain but real air of the real world, and then he opened his eyes.

Outside the window, the silvery moonlight remained bright and cold, falling like a thin veil onto the window frame. The chirping of insects in the distant fields accentuated the tranquility of the night. Everything was so peaceful and serene that the experience that had just transmigrated through time and space, shaken the ages, and involved encounters with countless "selves" was merely a dream that was too realistic, too absurd, and overflowing with information.

However, the surging, boundless energy within him, like a raging galaxy, which had undergone an ultimate collision and rebirth with his future self, becoming incredibly condensed and profound, as if every cell contained the power to create the world and possessed the characteristics of "infinite origin," constantly reminded him in the most direct way that everything was real and true!

In his mind, images of his future "self"—each with a distinct style, whether immortal, demon, god, ghost, Buddha, emperor, lying down, or just having fun—flashed repeatedly like a revolving lantern.

The transcendence of the immortal path, the despair of the martyrs, the domineering power of the magnetic field martial god, the absolute rationality of the information body, the unpredictability of the mysterious ruler, the laziness of the carefree traveler, the majesty and compassion of "Emperor Tathagata", and the coldness and obsession of the god-slayer who was ultimately defeated...

These images, these paths, these possibilities, like a massive, uncompressible torrent of information, flooded his consciousness, making Wang scratch his head incessantly, feeling his CPU about to overload, his temples throbbing, as if he were about to grow a completely new brain specifically for processing "multiple self-cognitions"!
"What's going on here..." Wang Li raised her hand and rubbed her slightly swollen temples, muttering to herself in a tone full of absurdity that was both funny and exasperating.

"I just wanted to cultivate peacefully, improve my strength, and take care of some 'minor troubles' at home. At most, I just... went a little too far and accidentally blew up the 'little fishpond' in front of my house... How did it all suddenly blew up so many of my own eccentricities, each one more troublesome than the last, each one more unlike a normal person?"

He could almost see through the tranquil night that his once "ordinary" future—which might have been nothing more than a predictable, albeit somewhat adventurous, path—had been forcibly crammed with countless bizarre, chaotic, and terrifying possibilities, often involving the survival of the multiverse and the clash of countless paths. This was no longer a simple butterfly effect; it was as if a conceptual bomb had been dropped into the pond of fate!

"If this trend continues, my future days will be far too 'exciting' and too 'fulfilling'!" Wang Li's lips twitched. "It's like I'm on a crazy road to courting death and even greater death, all the way to the end of cosmic heat death! And I'll have to be on guard against backstabbing, cooperation, onlookers, and... mediation from 'myself' from time to time?"

His gaze involuntarily drifted back to the night sky outside the window, easily piercing through the thin atmosphere and beyond near-Earth orbit, locking firmly on the silver moon that emitted a cool, clear glow, seemingly unchanging since time immemorial, yet now filled with more mystery, the unknown, and perhaps even a hint of "headache" in his eyes.

However, unlike his previous scrutinizing, challenging, and perhaps slightly displeased look, this time the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curved into a wild smile, a mixture of extreme anticipation, untamed arrogance, and intense confidence. It was the excitement of an explorer discovering a new continent, the eagerness of a player finding an extremely free open world.

“However…” he murmured to himself, his voice not loud, but it seemed to carry a low-frequency resonance that triggered some kind of rule, causing the air in the room to tremble slightly. In the depths of his eyes, there was no longer a simple reflection of the pupil, but rather a vast ocean, boundless and full of infinite possibilities, reflected by the power of the “Infinite Origin” Omega.

"...These future 'me's' are all so mischievous, so restless, treating all the myriad realms and the coordinates of time and space as their own stage to roam freely... Hehehe!" He couldn't help but let out his signature laugh, tinged with a villainous air. "Thinking about it, isn't this the life I've been subconsciously pursuing all along? What's the point of a mundane, routine life? It has to be this magnificent, this full of surprises, this full of unknowns and challenges—that's what makes it exciting!"

He abruptly stood up from the bed, his movements carrying an overwhelming sense of power. He walked to the window, pushed it open with a "whoosh," and let the cool night breeze, carrying the scent of grass and trees, caress his face and ruffle his hair. Within his chest, an invisible yet powerfully resolute will soared into the sky, piercing the heavens, as if proclaiming his existence and expectations to the world, to the silver moon, and to countless versions of himself across timelines.

"Come on! Let this grand drama, which I personally opened and in which countless 'me's' participate and compete against each other, come even more fiercely! I can't wait to see just how exciting, chaotic, and spectacular the 'Martial Arts Competition,' which I, we, this group of 'Wang Li's, have stirred up and turned into an unprecedentedly magnificent and exciting spectacle, and the even grander, more complex, and more dangerous stage connected to it, will become!"

"Hmm, thinking about it carefully, I'm not just a little excited..." Wang Li looked out the window at the silver moon and revealed an incredibly bright smile, yet it also seemed incredibly "dangerous" because of the flame burning deep in her eyes and her almost manic excitement. Her white teeth seemed to gleam coldly in the moonlight. "...I'm simply, every single cell in my body is going wild!!"

(End of this chapter)