Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

The ancient, ethereal sounds echoed throughout heaven and earth.

Your figure, clad in flowing black robes, gazes upwards at the sky, the sun's crown revolving, celestial ribbons dancing wildly.

[Left hand holding a sword, a black hand sweeps across the sky.]

[The eighth realm of the Dao Integration stage, the majestic and imposing Ancient Overlord Body.]

[They boldly headed towards the sky.]

[Jiang Bofu, furious and enigmatic, turned around in alarm after vehemently rebuking the imperial city.]

"Young Master! Don't be impulsive!!"

[He remained loyal and dutiful, though deeply worried, like an old servant.]

This made both the first-generation Lü Zhen and the second-generation Pang Hai feel somewhat embarrassed.

Shouldn't things be more calm?

[You should be moved to tears.]

Wei Zhi, Pei Qingyu, and Gong Si glanced at Jiang Bofu with strange expressions.

[Secretly wary of that filthy thing that has yet to show itself.]

[A dignified celestial being, and as the representative of those who exist high above, orchestrating the overall calamity.]

[The result has been a state of cognitive dissonance, as we see it today.]

[It's better to be desolate and without hope.]

[If you come to your senses and realize the stupid things you've done.]

[I'm afraid I'll truly have no face to remain in this world.]

But it seems that even ascending to the heavens wouldn't save them from certain demise...

Amidst a turmoil of emotions, everyone's gaze falls upon you.

Gazing upon your ethereal, otherworldly beauty.

[He fearlessly soared towards the heavens.]

[To enter the trap and commit murder.]

They don't know why you suddenly acted impulsively.

The situation clearly still has the potential to drag on.

[Many unpredictable events, repeated interceptions, ambushes, and annihilations.]

But you chose to seek your own death.

[The first generation leader, Lü Zhen, and the second generation leader, Pang Hai.]

[Have unwavering faith in any choice you make.]

Wei Zhi and Pei Qingyu, though they didn't understand, respected each other.

Even mortals possess independent individual thought; how much more so those who have ascended to the celestial realm and attained the eight stages of Dao?

Only Gong Si's bright eyes widened.

[A bewildered expression.]

[A little voice inside screamed frantically, clutching its head and shouting: No!!! Martial Uncle, why are you even going to kill me...?]

Several brushes with death caused her hard-won psychological defenses to crumble.

[Just when I thought the dead end wouldn't come so quickly.]

[They even harbored the illusion that you had many trump cards up your sleeve and might be able to resolve the crisis.]

The outcome was completely unexpected.

You actually offered yourself up to the killing.

【Isn't this asking for her death?】

Her emotions surged, causing her palace dress to heave violently from the strain.

But her gaze grew increasingly cold and indifferent.

Ultimately, only a chilling, disordered charm remains.

[His figure hovered, seemingly suspended in mid-air with nowhere to land, yet his bare feet stomped as if with ruthless ferocity.]

The eyes, shrouded in a chaotic, divine aura, their gaze fixed upon something, only to be instantly torn apart and twisted.

My gaze reflects your silhouette as you soar through the air.

[I'm prepared to go through this ordeal.]

It seems like it's really coming...

She murmured to herself, a seductive smile curving her cherry lips.

Indifference is all it takes to be captivating.

[You soared upwards, in accordance with the will of Heaven, bearing the ending woven by cause and effect and destiny.]

The colors on your skin gradually faded, leaving only black and white.

The dimensional fall brought unspeakable horror.

Beyond mere cognition, the conceptual implications directly foreshadow the impending doom of impending doom.

Suddenly.

The world was completely silent.

You are so quiet that you can hear your own breathing, heartbeat, blood flow, and mental activity...

【breathe……】

You slowly exhale.

Since embarking on the path of martial arts and mastering the basics of body tempering, I have never experienced such difficulty breathing.

[Golden keyword: "Survived a near-death experience"]

A magnificent and dazzling aura lingers in your consciousness.

[Feel the carnage dismantle you piece by piece, reducing your dimensions until you return to nothingness.]

Suddenly...

[You've become fierce.]

I feel a little resentful that simply lying there to be slaughtered, leaving nothing behind for this hellish world.

You look towards the dark hand.

[A convergence of forces defying destiny is inherently shrouded in darkness.]

The stripping away of dimensional distortion caused the Black Hand to appear even more faded and indescribable.

Through the machinations of the underworld, you witnessed the rise of the "Heavenly Ruler," reaching the eighth realm of the Dao Integration.

The lofty realm does not belong to the mortal world.

Still unable to withstand the onslaught, it teeters on the brink of collapse.

Your eyes are fierce.

He suddenly grasped his position as one with the Dao and the Heavens.

[A calamity of destruction?]

"Then you should see if, after merging with the Heavens, the calamity of slaughter will even obliterate the Heavens themselves!"

[Take advantage of the fact that your eighth-level rank hasn't yet dropped.]

[The power to wield power bestowed by the black-themed keyword "Azure Heaven".]

[Plus the supreme meaning derived from merging with the Heavenly Dao.]

[He accomplished something that no one in history, regardless of their rank or position, had ever done before.]

That is...

[He threw away his own status!]

[If the calamity intends to destroy you, it will first annihilate your divine essence that has merged with the Dao!]

What could be described as impotent rage was purely a willful act.

[Suddenly, it brings you a profound and enlightening feeling.]

[Faint, yet profoundly profound, it touches your soul in a way you've never felt before.]

[Even surpassing the misfortunes of old age, the indescribable emotion of understanding the universe and all things upon hearing the Dao in the morning.]

You desperately want to hold on to it.

[Past scenes flashed through my mind like a slideshow.]

[Daily life at the Celestial Master's Mansion, the chaos in the Western Regions, brothers reuniting, conquering the capital, fighting to the death among immortals, the desperate battle of Xiangyang, ten years of escape, the tomb of the God of War, slaying celestial beings with a sword, and emerging from the city leaning against the wall...]

[Until the coffin was lifted and the person rose to their feet.]

[A review of the footage, a continuous tracing back.]

Skyscrapers, bustling traffic, a chaotic mix of modern scenes...

You gaze at the figure thrown out by the Black Hand.

Even if heaven and earth stood still, the calamity would still descend.

[Belonging to the cause and effect, and the power of destiny, governed by Heaven and Earth.]

To accomplish this is destiny.

[They actually intend to destroy the supreme meaning you gained by merging with the Heavens.]

The heavens have no defined boundaries; the heavens bestow boundaries and govern the operation of their power.

[And authority is the unification of worldly rules, ultimate truths, imagery, spirit, and origins.]

[The heavens exist, wielding power to instigate calamities.]

Now, however, the consequences are...

The power of cause and effect and destiny must complete a predetermined cycle to achieve its goal.

[Your supreme intention to unite with the heavens also points to the end.]

[Witnessing his own eighth-realm rank being gradually erased by the concept of the Killing Calamity.]

You felt no heartache or regret.

His eyes grew increasingly cold and piercing, his aura radiating an aura of profound mystery.

The divine inspiration became clearer, and it seemed that with continued effort, one would grasp that divine insight.

[Click!]

[The sound of your consciousness shattering echoed.]

[This signifies aligning with the Dao and Heaven, attaining the highest and most supreme status in the Eight Realms.]

[Those destined to perish in the calamity are those whose fate is sealed.]

In an instant.

The decaying shadow of death completely envelops you.

But even in desolation and despair, you found a glimmer of hope.

[It's not about resisting a deadly attack, averting a hopeless situation, or escaping a predetermined fate...]

Rather, it is more macroscopic and distant.

[A glimpse into the past, present, and future.]

The Great Way has no concept of perfection or flaw.

The power of Heaven governs the operation of the rules.

Now, the power of cause and effect, and destiny, has annihilated the subtle divine essence that brought you into harmony with the heavens.

This concept has been completely shattered.

From 'nothingness,' it evolved into indeterminacy, and thus 'defects' emerged.

"The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and Man's Shield is one..."

[The divine inspiration you felt is gradually coming into your grasp.]

[At the moment of death.]

[You, in your mysterious and unpredictable way, used the calamity of death to break the predetermined fate.]

[To become one of the variables.]