In Tokyo, the dungeon master

Kagamine Shihōin closed her eyes again, her spiritual vision piercing through the void once more.

The chaotic sea of ​​clouds flows slowly in the extreme darkness, ceaselessly for eternity.

Golden clouds surrounded the magnificent figure, bathed in holy light, shimmering and sparkling. Starlight and bands of light intertwined and flowed, like a sacred and magnificent painting.

Even if one only glimpses it through the observation of the Darkest True Seed, that great power originating from the source of heaven and earth can penetrate the barrier and reach the mind. This is the bearer of the will of heaven and earth, the light that never goes out in the chaos, and the only hope for the salvation of all living beings.

This essence originates from the majesty of the whole person. Gu Meng merely uses the power of the ancestral pen sealed within his body as a mirror reflection, borrowing the light of the sun like the moon of the Lord of the Night.

The concept of a "whole person" is about returning to the truth and achieving wholeness; it is both a prestigious title and a state of perfection.

Even Gu Meng, who had once climbed to the summit, could only leave behind an echo when faced with His mutilated corpse.

Among the gods Gu Meng saw were the false gods of the mortal realm, the so-called seventh-order great beings who had ascended, the so-called eighth-order giants who had undergone transformations, and the so-called ninth-order "divine" apostles...

Even Adam at his peak, at the tenth level, is far from comparable to this level of god. Perhaps only the Emperor, who has long since departed, and the Primordial One before his complete revival, are comparable to him.

What Gu Meng is showing now is merely an echo through the brush of his ancestors, but this brilliance is already magnificent enough.

"Master," Kagamine Shihouin's voice was filled with a deep-seated reverence, even her eyes became devout, "Your essence is greater and more sacred than anyone can imagine. If you so desire, you can reshape the order of this planet with a wave of your hand, dispel all gloom with a wave of your hand, and set the galaxy ablaze..."

What made you willingly descend to earth?

Well……

Of course, he didn't come down voluntarily; he was forced to fall to the mortal realm, falling nearly ten major steps, leaving him in a sorry state and almost dead... But Gu Meng would never say that.

The mysterious voice continued to ring out:

"What difference does it make whether one descends to earth or dwells high in the heavens?"

Continue... the chosen one...

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I don't know how much time passed.

It is neither the inner world nor the outer world.

In the void realm where neither thought nor non-thought should exist.

Only one person, only one person... until Gu Meng, who had been hidden in the mortal world, opened his eyes, and this realm had a unique existence that should not exist.

"alright……"

"Is it finally coming?"

As Gu Meng leaned against the railing of time, his eyes seemed to have witnessed hundreds of years of human life, the vicissitudes of time.

Time and space are indeed the noblest attributes in the mysticism, especially the power of time, which is mysterious and unpredictable, and should not be a realm that humans should pry into.

It was to be expected that someone like Gu Meng, who manipulated time with the power of a mere cricket, would suffer some backlash.

No one knows how long Gu Meng stayed in this unobservable void devoid of spirit and energy, and Gu Meng himself didn't really care about it.

As long as the goal is achieved, a little hardship is nothing.

He eventually survived this ordeal that almost led to his extinction.

In other words, it's like a cultivator going through the tribulation of inner demons when breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage. Gu Meng has almost passed the test of inner demons, and only the process of breaking the core, forming the Nascent Soul, and slaying the inner demons with a sword is still not completed. However, his actual success rate in forming the Nascent Soul stage is already very high, at least from 20% to 50%.

Gu Meng stared intently at the light that seemed to emanate from nowhere. This light of redemption, which seemed to connect the world, must have both outward and inward aspects. Someone was witnessing it, and someone was remembering it... A faint, yet somewhat eerie, curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Hehehehe...

In fact, Gu Meng didn't need to go to such lengths or use such a dangerous method. Although he didn't know how long until the end of the world, based on his past life experience, it might still be a few years away. However, Gu Meng never wanted to experience that feeling of helplessness again.

This time, he was determined to seize every opportunity, overcome all difficulties, and greet that day with even greater strength. He didn't want to wait until that day arrived to regret it.

When Gu Meng was going through the ordeal, he had only an almost obsessive certainty, as if he had long anticipated this moment.

Time is never an insurmountable barrier. The idea that the past is unchangeable and the future is unpredictable, which is regarded as truth by the world, is nothing more than a lie that mortals imprison themselves with their own perceptions.

In this gap of time, there are no time scales, no spatial boundaries, only the pure self. I am the world, and only by breaking free from the shackles of time and using supreme will as a blade can I cut through that invisible barrier and move freely.

This is a profound truth that Gu Meng has already grasped.

He straightened up, his aura gradually becoming frenzied, his eyes surging with obsession and fervor, like a beast, like the beasts of the Type-Moon world. His humanity and his desires became even more extreme.

He no longer suppressed the restlessness in his heart, letting that crazy thought spread throughout his body. It was probably since this world entered the Dharma-ending Age, and his obsession of several hundred years had been concentrated in one point. He slashed with his sword in the direction indicated by the light of witness!

He could feel his body becoming illusory, and everything around him was twisting and collapsing. This sword was burning his own body, cutting through the Dao to reveal me. Once it was unleashed, it would be like an arrow leaving the bowstring, never to return.

As expected, for a true master of magic, at the final moment, a thousand spells are no match for a single sword strike.

Just as the sword of the heart was about to touch the wall of the heart, Gu Meng suddenly thought of something. If this was the end, wouldn't it be a little ridiculous?

If the calculations are wrong and the effect of instantaneous eternity with the outside world is not achieved, even if one doesn't die, even if one only wastes a few years here, it's not much different from dying directly. After all, if one misses a few years and can't reach the tenth rank, there will be no hope of escape...

He let out a low, mocking laugh, his voice carrying a hint of manic schadenfreude:

"Let it be laughable, hahahahaha... With Gu Meng in the world, the world is joyful, and I am joyful too!"

Before he finished speaking, a violent spiritual force suddenly erupted from his body, forcefully breaking through the barrier that bound time.

After Gu Meng severed the ties, he became the sword and the sword became him. The sword and man merged and leaped into the air.

With this leap, the power of the universe, accumulated over hundreds of years, poured out without reservation. The suppressed power was so great that it formed a river, and Gu Meng felt as if he had already rushed to the throne of heaven.

Everything before my eyes had completely changed.

It was no longer a reflection of the present world and the underworld, and there was no longer any distinction between up, down, left, and right; only a chaotic gray fog remained.

Within the gray fog, countless distorted lights and shadows floated, each one rapidly shifting like fragments of time being crumpled, shimmering with an eerie yet captivating light.

Faintly, one can hear countless fragmented sounds intertwined, like the whispers of millions of souls, or the crisp sound of time shattering, indistinguishable from the ancient past or rushing towards the unknown, plunging into the torrent.

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Gu Meng floated in this chaos, his body swaying gently with the flow of light and shadow, his madness becoming more and more obvious. Invincible, I am invincible!

Gu Meng had never been so happy; he was absolutely thrilled!

He leaped two and a half steps in one leap, breaking through the normal dimension. He was only half a step away from jumping to that place! But this was within the rules and principles, and it was only natural. The first primordial substance was connected to the fourth primordial substance. The reason why the predecessors could not cross it was because they were not capable. But it would be different for me, Gu Menglai!

At the end of the immortal path, who stands as the peak? Upon seeing the beginningless Dao, all is in vain. Let the beginningless come!

He didn't come because he's avoiding my attention!

Is their fate unknown? That means they're dead!

I have awakened, I have transcended, I am a god!

Is this what it feels like to leap into the air at the pinnacle of sublimation? If I had actually jumped to the highest point in my past life and become a true tenth-tier powerhouse, it would probably have felt even better than it does now, right? Oh well, no need to think about such things too much.

Gu Meng restrained his wildness, carrying his Dao Fruit of the Right and Reverse Paths, which was more than fifty times heavier than others, and tried to crawl forward. He had already come this far, and the journey was almost over. He just needed to climb half a step more to advance!

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Promote him!

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It seems to be stuck.

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