Villain: After I died, all the heroines cried themselves to sleep.

Luo Chuan's resounding words sounded like a huge joke to the withered old man.

"Arrogant and conceited! You, a mere mortal, dare to contend with this supreme power?"

"I don't need to fight it, I just need to kill you."

Luo Chuan raised the Heavenly Dry Sword and began to gather his strength.

"You're just a fourth-tier martial artist, while I'm a seventh-tier Martial Grandmaster! Without external support, how can you possibly bridge this absolute gap in cultivation levels?"

The gaunt old man sneered, his face full of disdain.

From the start of the battle until now, Luo Chuan has tried his best, but he has been able to inflict almost no damage on him.

What truly dealt him a severe blow was the Six Paths of Light Wheel he had just encountered.

But that power can never be reproduced.

"It's simple. As long as my cultivation level also increases, there won't be any problems, right?"

As Luo Chuan spoke, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his gaze sharpening.

"Primordial Qi".

The remaining spiritual energy within his body was rapidly refined, and his aura surged more than tenfold.

Immediately afterwards, crimson-gold runes appeared between Luo Chuan's brows.

"The Twelve Divine Fiends - Zhu Jiuyin"

When your eyes are open, it is daytime; when your eyes are closed, it is nighttime.

The dragon appears only briefly, its majestic, endless shadow obscuring the sun and hovering above the river of time.

The air is thick with the atmosphere of ancient and primordial history.

All of it rushed into Luo Chuan's body.

"..."

The withered old man's contemptuous smile gradually froze.

The disdain in my heart quickly disappeared.

Suddenly, he sensed that Luo Chuan's spiritual power was increasing wildly.

They've progressed from the original fourth tier to the fifth tier, and even broken through to the sixth tier, and are still improving.

"That's impossible!"

The emaciated old man's pupils constricted in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The secret technique that can temporarily boost spiritual power does exist.

But no matter what, they will be limited by their original realm and will not be able to break through to a higher realm.

"How could you possibly break through the bottleneck between cultivation levels so easily?"

"Of course, it's because I didn't have any bottlenecks to begin with."

Luo Chuan said it casually.

His cultivation level was already very high; what limited his advancement was always the strength of his body and the accumulation of spiritual power.

Therefore, as long as the body and spiritual energy can withstand it, improving one's realm is not a problem.

Now, the Requiem prevents Luo Chuan's body from completely collapsing and his spiritual power from being completely depleted.

【Primordial Qi】can continuously refine his spiritual power and improve his spiritual power level.

The process is accelerated by the time power of Zhu Jiuyin from the Twelve Divine Fiends.

As a result, spiritual power is continuously refined and enhanced, and the power of the talents and spiritual skills displayed increases accordingly. Their enhancement, in turn, supports the refinement of spiritual power.

This eventually forms a perfect cycle, similar to the left foot stepping on the right foot.

This is Luo Chuan's dimensional trap pyramid.

So what is the price?

This cycle is equivalent to lending the power of the future.

Once the cycle ends, Luo Chuan's physical collapse and spiritual depletion are inevitable.

"..."

The emaciated old man was too shocked to speak.

Is it even human to say there are no bottlenecks?

As the spiritual pressure emanating from Luo Chuan continued to rise rapidly, endless fear spread through the withered old man's heart.

He felt a strong sense of threat of death.

"You're just a fourth-tier martial artist, how could I possibly lose to you!"

The gaunt old man roared hysterically, desperately channeling all his strength.

All they wanted to do was eliminate Luo Chuan as quickly as possible.

clack clack...

The entire void groaned and shattered under the terrifying twisting force.

The eerie and mysterious pressure reappeared, forming a massive vortex that distorted the entire night sky.

It unleashed a terrifying aura capable of destroying the world.

"Go to hell!"

The gaunt old man slapped it hard.

Within the distorted vortex, a gigantic, almost invisible claw crashed down.

Rumble!!!

The entire world trembled violently, and a terrifying roar echoed between heaven and earth.

Wherever the twisted claw passed, all matter, along with space and time, was annihilated and shattered, turning into a void of chaos.

Enveloped in endless silence.

Suddenly.

From the chaos, a wisp of energy emerged.

A blue lotus slowly bloomed, and a figure appeared on the thirty-six-petaled lotus platform.

Luo Chuan stood calmly on the lotus platform, gazing serenely at the withered old man in the distance.

"The Twelve Divine Fiends—"

His tone was cold, and he immediately drew his sword and swept it across the room.

"The Creation of Heaven and Earth".

In an instant.

Chaos was destroyed, and heaven and earth were separated.

The thirty-six petals of the blue lotus transformed into a world, from which all things in the world originated.

The emaciated old man stared blankly at everything before him, his heart filled with despair and helplessness. Then his body gradually turned into ashes and vanished into thin air.

"Phew... I still won..."

After slaying the apostle of the god with a single sword strike, Luo Chuan breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, the next second, the Heavenly Dry Sword slipped from his hand, and he himself fell helplessly to the ground.

"Is this the end...?"

Luo Chuan murmured to himself, his voice so weak it was barely audible.

With the final strike of the Heaven-Opening Sword, the Requiem could no longer be sustained and came to an end.

The accumulated backlash finally erupted, and Luo Chuan's body could no longer withstand it, rapidly collapsing until he completely vanished from the world...

……

The long night has passed, and a new day begins.

Early in the morning, countless police lines were set up in the urban area of ​​Dongcheng, stretching from Luo Chuan's apartment building all the way to the outskirts of the city.

However, overnight, many huge handprints appeared in the city, attracting countless onlookers.

I'm curious about what exactly caused this disaster.

Those who passed by last night, in particular, were still shaken by the sight of that huge sinkhole.

We followed the palm prints to the mountains and forests on the outskirts of the city.

The Supermarket Management Bureau has taken over this area.

In the center of the cordon was a battlefield devastated by war.

Judging from the extent of the remaining destruction, the battle was extremely fierce and reached at least the seventh level.

Smoker and Xiao Zhao from the Supermarket Management Bureau were also ordered to join other teams to investigate the scene.

Suddenly, an item on the battlefield caught their attention.

It was a magnificent sword with a hilt as black as ink and a blade as white as snow.

……

"That Luo Chuan guy is really something, he actually dared to hang up on me, and I still can't get through to him."

Ms. Kobayashi looked at her phone and muttered in dissatisfaction.

Last night, she kindly invited Luo Chuan to spend New Year's Eve with her, but after hearing the invitation, he abruptly hung up the phone and could not be reached again.

It was as if they treated her like a monster, not even giving her any room for explanation.

It bothered her all night, and she couldn't sleep well.

If she weren't worried that being too persistent would annoy Luo Chuan, she would have gone to Luo Chuan's house immediately to explain things to him.

After all, she had been calling Luo Chuan every morning and evening to inquire about the situation during this period.

It's normal to feel annoyed...

"well……"

Ms. Kobayashi sighed.

She knew that what she did was a bit too much and completely exceeded the duties of a counselor.

It's all because of that long and beautiful dream from before, which she can never forget, and she still can't let go of it even though she knows it's fake.

"Let's try calling again later."

Recalling her life in her dream, Ms. Kobayashi felt her face flush.

"If that doesn't work, then we can go directly to his home. It's normal for a teacher to make a home visit and show concern for a student's situation."

She clenched her fist, finding a suitable excuse for herself.

As for whether it's normal to have at least one home visit per week on average, she has subconsciously ignored that.

At this time.

The cell phone rang.

Teacher Xiaolin quickly glanced at her phone screen and saw that the contact person was Xiao Zhao from the Supermarket Management Bureau. She felt a little lost.

She composed herself and answered the phone with a hint of doubt.

"Feed?"

Soon, Xiao Zhao's voice came through the receiver.

Listening to Xiao Zhao's story on the other end of the phone, Teacher Lin's eyes widened, and she stood there stunned.

The phone, which was tightly gripped, slipped from his hand and crashed heavily to the ground.

It smashed to pieces.