Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

[Accompanied by Xu Kun's heart-wrenching cries for the black cat.]

[Killing the master breaks the darkness that seals the Abyss.]

[If after endless years, the loyal little dog finally finds its owner.]

[It hovers intimately in front of you.]

[I even vaguely sensed its unusual displeasure with your gesture of holding the sword in your left hand.]

The secret to killing all things reveals an aggressive intent towards Jian Er.

Your wide sleeves fluttered, your right hand extended, fingers spread wide.

[The slayer is so eager to fall into your hands.]

In an instant.

[Spanning from ancient times to the present, traversing the future and backwards, pointing directly to the mystery of cause and effect, destiny, and the ultimate death of all things.]

The convergence is in your hands, under your control.

[Past and Future.]

[All are defined in the present.]

Everything you have "killed" by the Lord will completely disappear in the past, present, and future.

【"Um?"】

Suddenly, this mysterious mechanism of convergence and gathering shattered with a deafening roar.

[Your murderous gaze has returned to what it was when you first acquired it.]

[Witnessing the silhouettes of ancient times.]

That was the unparalleled divine bearing of a military genius wielding the power of life and death.

[Was it severed by the God of War? Or was the power of killing lost in ancient times?]

You couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

According to Brother 2.5, it is both the inner demon of the War God and the spirit of the weapon that killed its master.

[The duration of the Tomb of the God of War's existence, and the duration of its imprisonment.]

[It is no longer possible to verify.]

[Unless 2.5, Schrödinger's cat, can recover his lost memories.]

[Judging objectively, the military genius is currently dead.]

Because of the words "tomb" and "graveyard."

Even if they don't die, they're still being corrupted by their inner demons, after all, even their master was left behind in the mortal realm.

The analysis was fleeting; you didn't delve into it with persistent inquiry.

[Information gaps, the passage of time, and limitations in perspective and scope.]

The truth of the matter cannot be determined through analysis.

The key to understanding the past and future, and the mechanism that brings the present together, has been severed.

[Unable to truly wield the power of life and death.]

[But the mystical power bestowed by the master of the killer, combined with the half-comprehension of the "annihilation of a nation" technique.]

[It continues to evolve into terrifying attacks.]

[Your murderous gaze is fixed upon me.]

[Holding the weapon, he slashed down, striking down his master.]

The terrifying power of "annihilation" that overturns humanity is unleashed.

[It's been so long since I've seen it shine.]

[A wanton release of pent-up desire to kill one's master.]

You unleashed your most terrifying sword strike.

[It's not just about the eyes that kill; it's about the mutual reinforcement of "annihilation of a nation" and the killing of a lord.]

[As the sword fell.]

[At the same time, you did not waste the boundless wisdom you gained from your early enlightenment.]

[The sword intent of "Slaying," an infinite sword realm.]

[As the workings of nature unfold, they permeate and blend together.]

【final……】

Everything is subject to change.

[This renders the concept of "absolute" meaningless.]

[It allows you to find a glimmer of hope in the endless darkness.]

【Then……】

Kill him!

【Boom】

The deafening roar, transcending time and space, shook the world and brought all beings to a standstill.

[Sealing away the endless darkness of Taiyuan.]

You severed a hair's breadth from my neck.

[Click, click!]

[You sense a rebellious spirit coursing through your body, and you are being attacked by an indescribable and bizarre force.]

An invisible hand is pressing down on your skull, about to snap your head off...

The sticky, wet touch grips your hands and feet, exerting force in every direction, trying to tear your limbs off...

[A nauseating, churning sensation in my internal organs, as if something is crawling up my throat...]

[A bizarre and grotesque, chilling invasion.]

[Suppressed by your absolutely unwavering will.]

[Ignoring everything else, he kicked open the gate of Taiyuan High School with a bang.]

[Boom!]

The magnificent gate, along the gap left by the slain master, was lifted open to both sides.

You push forward with all your might.

[The taboo combination of terms "dead," "killing one's master," and "destroying a nation"...]

Death can encompass you completely, even without causing you harm.

Give it your all.

[Remove your hands and feet from the endless pulling.]

[Splash...]

Finally, it's as if you've broken free from the swamp where everything was sinking.

He staggered into the Taiyuan Palace.

【Ding! 】

Ultimately, he couldn't even control his body and had to prop himself up by leaning on the ground.

Decay at the end of life.

The price of unleashing one's full potential.

[It pushes you to your limits.]

You were hunched over, your head bowed, your hand clenched tightly around your killer's hand, trembling uncontrollably.

Your scarlet hair, tied up, partially obscures your face.

[His eyes drooped, yet he struggled to lift them and look ahead.]

This is the grand hall where imperial power reigns supreme on earth.

[It has lost its former splendor, with golden lotuses in full bloom, dragon carp swimming, and golden light flowing.]

The once clear, crystal-clear pool water has transformed into a black, viscous swamp.

The once vibrant golden lotus has withered and turned black.

Bubbles rose continuously from the mud, and strange black hands waved around.

[On the central avenue ahead.]

The area was covered with messy footprints.

[It's like feet covered in mud walking back and forth, making it dirty.]

[You have evolved with boundless wisdom, unleashing a combat mindset unparalleled throughout history.]

[He masterfully applied his methods regarding 'death.']

[It's not used for attacking, but rather to prolong the process of one's own death.]

[Adding to the unpredictable path.]

[Finally, they have regained a glimmer of hope from the brink of collapse.]

You straightened your hunched back.

[Supporting the killing of the master.]

He staggered onto the central avenue.

[As you move forward step by step.]

The sticky, damp sound of footsteps treading on the mud echoed in the silent hall.

The mud has stained the soles of your shoes and dirtied the hem of your clothes, and the stains are getting deeper and bigger...

You didn't notice.

[He even managed a cold smile.]

[Is dirty stuff contaminating other dirty things?]

Let's see who's dirtier, who's polluting whom!

At the very end, you will have nothing to fear.

[My only aim is to gather more information, and then, before I die.]

[Let out those four words that have been held back for so long.]

[The sound of footsteps crunching through the mud, the sword tip striking the ground.]

[Intertwined echoes.]

[Encourage yourself to use up your remaining energy, and use "Already" to finish.]

【then.】

You didn't stop.

[Climb the steps towards the throne. 】

The jade steps, once so easily traversed.

At this moment, however, it felt as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

【finally.】

[When you ascended the throne, you immediately collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.]

[Raise your eyes and look ahead, slowly moving upwards.]

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of pale, withered feet, half-hidden by the imperial robe.

Then, the long, flowing hemline accentuated the slender contours of her legs.

It was as if beneath the robes lay not flesh and blood, but two bones.

Your gaze swept over the hand that held the throne, the sunken chest, the withered and wrinkled neck.

Finally, the image settled on the head.

[His heterochromatic eyes involuntarily narrowed slightly.]