Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

If the world was intact before, Xia Jie would have needed to downgrade her curse power due to the defect of having quality but no quantity, exchanging quality for quantity before intervening in the world.

Now, with the concept of distance disappearing along with time and space, and the world's rules becoming more compatible with magical power, Xia Jie's magical power is finally able to show its original sharpness.

The blade of cursed power sliced ​​through the void, causing more than half of the twenty top figures to fall instantly, reducing them to less than ten.

Then, the light of the eternal sun scorched the cursed blade, the seamless pure energy enveloped its sharpness, the illusory dream reversed reality and falsehood, and the formless chaos disturbed the principles of law...

The detached cursed blade underwent nine layers of weakening, each layer causing a weakening so small as to be imperceptible.

Then, this blade, stripped of all its magical power, slashed at the source of these powers.

The true emptiness of the Great Sun, the threefold source of pure Qi, the boundless essence of illusion, the primordial order of chaos...

They neither dodge nor evade, but merge their essence into one, using blades as fire and incantations as furnaces to temper their own laws through a near-death experience.

Xia Jie's pupils contracted slightly, guessing what they wanted to do.

'Since I can't win myself, should I entrust my hopes to the next one...?'

'Although their thinking is like diodes, these kings of love are truly selfless and fearless.'

'Anyway, I've already gotten the person out of trouble. What's wrong with making a little extra effort to fulfill your plans?'

He knew that by doing this he was raising a father, and might even raise a super-father who would give him a headache, just like he did in the Death Star Palace.

But he wanted to do it, so he did.

This is the mindset of the strong!

If all else fails, we can just fight it out again in a fit of rage and deliver some divine last words.

As the will of the wielder changes, the principles within the cursed blade are no longer profound and restrained, but are openly displayed to those who are tempered by its sharpness.

Thus, changes that were no longer so small as to be negligible occurred on the cursed blade.

One layer, two layers, three layers...

The loser entrusts everything to it.

Fourfold, fivefold, sixfold...

Like a relay race, three more great figures have fallen.

Seventh level, eighth level, ninth level.

The last three also fell one after another, and the cursed blade became heavier and heavier, but its sharpness only decreased by a third.

Between the cursed blade and the point of light, there was no one left to take over.

The points of light trembled, creating invisible ripples in the void.

Under the influence of the light, those sub-apex beings that had vanished into the void due to the divine oracle reassembled from the void and returned one by one, lining up in a long line before the cursed blade, forcibly creating some distance in the void.

These returnees became the penultimate straw that broke the camel's back.

As the cursed blade sliced ​​through, more of its essence was refined, and more principles of law were attached to it, making the cursed blade increasingly heavy and stripping away three-tenths of its sharpness.

Even the speed of flight has been reduced to a level that ordinary gods could easily evade.

Xia Jie did not inject any magical power to accelerate the cursed blade, knowing that his opponent would not dodge.

Chapter 179 God: I have started!

The heavy cursed blade, corroded by countless laws, finally carried hope and arrived before the faint point of light.

Then, the light spots unfolded from the inside out, with extreme distortion and tranquility blooming from within like flowers, and empty colors rising from the invisible stamens of light.

The One, the Creator, the God of the Bible, the Master of Hosts, the First and the Last King, awakens from the Primal Heaven manifested by the Flower of Light.

He opened his arms, allowing the cursed blade, bearing numerous laws and essences, to pierce his chest, just like the Spear of Longinus had been.

“O alien child, do not become an enemy of all living beings, do not be the dark light of love that avoids taboos.”

He spoke thus to Summer Mustard.

On the faceless and formless void, the undefined eye, without eyes or pupils, gradually opens. The void within is filled with external laws and principles, which then converge into one, and the fundamental truth evolves and takes shape within it.

"I don't understand Korean."

Xia Jie dislikes riddle tellers, people who only say half of what they mean, and people with double standards.

It's only enjoyable to be one of these three types of people yourself; it's not so good if you actually encounter them.

After Xia Jie replied, his indescribable eyes shifted slightly, casting a penetrating gaze. Then, rejected by Xia Jie, his gaze could only linger on Xia Jie's body.

Then Xia Jie saw the creator, who was still evolving, nod slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a voice that was both gentle and cold, both old and young, both melodious and deep entered his ears.

Neither male nor female, neither old nor young, neither good nor evil, it seems to have hundreds of thousands of mouths, and utters billions of voices.

Only when all voices converge into one do the meanings emerge from that single entity.

Three large characters were prominently displayed:

"Fuck you!"

It can be described as simple and direct, expressing one's true feelings. The most humane episode ever produced by the Creator.

Alright, Xia Jie understood this time, so he happily replied:

"Do you know that there are electric batons in the world, but the baton has no mother? How can the baton have a mother?"

"Without this item, how can one use unparalleled skills?"

"speak English!"

"You can't have me. I'm an invincible person who only needs to eat my fill and not have a family to worry about."

"Never mind, I've let it go."

Without saying a word, the Creator teleported directly in front of Xia Jie and delivered a punch that kissed Xia Jie's face hard.

When Xia Jie rejected all authority, the battle became simple and returned to the most primal hand-to-hand combat.

Abbreviated as Elbow Technique Return 2.0.

"Ha ha!"

Despite taking a punch, Xia Jie laughed with great pleasure.

It's so satisfying not to speak like a human.

Xia Jie gathered all her magical power into her middle finger and flicked it forcefully toward the Creator.

"Here's your finger back."

The projectile of cursed power pierced through the void, skipping over cause and effect and process, and struck the Creator's chest, causing him to freeze in place.

"You're evolving, right?"

Xia Jie's hands didn't stop moving. She grabbed the stiff man opposite her and punched him twice more.

He could sense that, inspired by the principles within the cursed blade, the other party was also constructing its own pseudo-source.

The most fundamental understanding of the world that He had accumulated through His experiences in several worlds, along with the blade of cursed power and the sacrifice of many who stood in His way, was refined into the most suitable nourishment for His growth.

"..."

The Creator responded with silence.

As the supreme god of Type-Moon who has exhausted the laws of a world, He did not disappoint the expectations entrusted to the Cursed Blade, successfully breaking through the final bottleneck and completing His unique transformation.

Hmm... Looking at it this way, it seems like Xia Jie is the villain.

Look at yourself, so reckless, wanting to take on the whole world single-handedly, causing all life in the world to disappear without a trace.

Looking at the other side, setting aside past grievances and working together, they faced an unstoppable attack, determined to pass on hope to the next person, even at the cost of their own lives.

The main theme is "Success doesn't have to be mine, but I will definitely be a part of it."

Then I saw that their reason for fighting me was "because we love humanity."

Wow, if this isn't the main characters, then who is?

Then, just like the final boss, out of inexplicable arrogance, I gave the opponent time to develop.

Finally, the protagonist, who carried the expectations of all "people," unleashed his full potential and stood before the final boss.

This is a classic shonen manga; anyone who didn't know better would think the other guy was Ichigo.

At this point, as the main villain, I should say something to set the mood.

What were the villain's lines in the classic novel again?

To be precise, what was the phrase they most often said before they suffered a setback? He just happened to give himself a debuff.

Hmm, he remembered that invincibility and strongest were both very classic debuffs, so—

"Above and below the heavens, I alone am supreme!"

In the void, Xia Jie pointed one finger to the sky and the other to the earth, his smile unrestrained and wild.

Suddenly the Creator raised his finger, without any sign of attack.

The next moment, Xia Jie's eyes changed slightly. She touched her cheek, where a very shallow and faint scratch slowly appeared.

"You did it! I knew you could do it!"

A long-dormant fighting spirit burned fiercely in his chest. After he became the pseudo-source, someone finally broke through the world-class defenses and caused him minor but real damage.

This signifies that the Creator before him has already reached the same level as him.

As an outsider, he painstakingly managed to force out that tiny bit of compatibility within the Type-Moon universe.

But God doesn't need to. He is the local god, and the compatibility of his pseudo-root principle is probably close to 90%. This world will become the other party's absolute home ground.

"What is your 'reason'?"

Xia Jie's expression suddenly turned serious, and she asked quite earnestly.

After a long silence, the Creator slowly spoke, uttering three words unhurriedly:

"I am the cause."