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Chapter 661 The End of the Snake
The next moment, Wu Ming moved. He simply stretched out his hands calmly and pushed forward gently.

That destructive light, powerful enough to restart an era and obliterate everything, abruptly stopped right in front of his palm, as docile as a harmless ray of dawn.

It's not just the light.

Even the "snake" that was coiled around the giant tower and frantically pushing its power came to a standstill.

It is not imprisoned by external forces, but by an irresistible "command" originating from the essence of life, which renders all its actions meaningless.

"you……"

Zhang Qi laboriously turned the head of the giant of light to the side, his will revealing undisguised surprise.

The ability to stop time for snakes in the multiverse and inner universe realms is already a transcendent power.

At this moment, Wu Ming's face no longer showed that carefree and cynical look.

His eyes were deep and calm, and his whole being exuded an unprecedented solemnity and reverence.

"I met fellow Taoist..."

Wu Ming turned around, looked at Zhang Qi, nodded slightly, and performed an ancient and solemn Taoist salute.

That address of "fellow Daoist" dispelled the last trace of doubt in Zhang Qi's heart. He understood instantly.

"I see. Your true nature... has awakened."

Zhang Qi realized what was happening and instantly understood the true identity of the person in front of him.

He is not simply Wu Ming, but rather the awakening and manifestation of the essence of the ancient transcendent being who slept in that tower.

What determines a person's character, besides the most fundamental "true self," is more their life experiences and memories.

Like a piece of raw jade, it will present completely different appearances after being carved in different ways. Even a naturally optimistic person will inevitably become weathered and worn after experiencing hardships.

So, the person in front of you is Wu Ming, but not the Wu Ming who has been with you all this time, joking and laughing.

Their roots are the same, but the experiences they have had are worlds apart.

"That's right..."

A complex smile appeared on Wu Ming's face, a smile tinged with both relief and weariness.

"I've always wanted to say thank you to you."

As he spoke, his gaze passed over Zhang Qi and fell upon the colossal tower that spanned the entire multiverse and had existed since time immemorial.

"You're... coming back?"

Seeing this, Zhang Qi's heart stirred, and he vaguely guessed what he was going to do.

"Returning is also a form of correction."

Wu Ming sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to contain the weight of countless epochs.

"This is not the first time this diversity has been restarted..."

Before he finished speaking, he held up one finger to Zhang Qi.

The fingertips did not touch Zhang Qi, but an indescribable, vast torrent of information instantly crossed the barriers of time and space and surged into the core of Zhang Qi's consciousness.

Those are not just memories, but pieces of real history that have been buried in the dust of time.

In another timeline that has already vanished, the scene was so horrific.

Humanity made unimaginable sacrifices, with countless heroes following one after another, and finally defeated the "serpent" at the cost of blood and fire.

However, the joy of victory did not last long.

They soon discovered that while the "serpent" was a great enemy of humanity, it was not the ultimate enemy of this multiverse.

The real enemy is the obsession of that ancient, transcendent being trapped in the Tower of Babel—that is, the truth.

His obsession is that the first and grandest feast will never end. So whenever the multiverse comes to an end, his remaining instincts, with their transcendent nature, forcefully reset the timeline, returning everything to its origin.

Despite countless restarts, He still couldn't get the result He wanted.

This endless cycle deepened His obsession, ultimately plunging Him into utter distress.

When this obsession accumulates to its limit, the moment it completely breaks free will be the greatest natural disaster in the entire multiverse.

Because He is transcendent.

Its transcendent essence is enough to crush everything.

Even if history on that timeline were to get back on track and produce several exceptionally talented individuals who had reached the ultimate Dao Fruit level, none of them could rival the transcendent truth.

In desperation, the ultimate powerhouses of that time made a crazy decision.

They burned themselves, working together to tear open a path to the void beyond the boundary, in order to find a "variable" that could break this vicious cycle, an "unexpected factor" that did not belong to the laws of this multiverse.

In the endless void, they found Zhang Qi.

What followed was exactly as Zhang Qi had experienced. This entire era was a history reenacted by those sages and powerful figures who used themselves as fuel to gather their final strength.

They wanted to reverse the past tragedy, to make up for the irreparable sacrifices, and even more so, they wanted a future... one where they could truly survive the final catastrophe.

Zhang Qi was the only hope they had staked on.

The torrent of information gradually subsided, and the giant of light that Zhang Qi had transformed into remained silent for a long time. He felt the tragic grandeur and determination emanating from those images, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

"how about you?"

He looked at Wu Ming in front of him and asked softly, "What will you do?"

After reviewing that buried history, Zhang Qi knew very well that the choices made by the people before him would determine many things.

He may be reborn as an independent individual named "Wu Ming," or he may be completely assimilated by that enormous "ego" after returning, becoming the true enemy of the multiverse in the next era.

"I?"

Wu Ming smiled, a smile that carried an unprecedented sense of ease.
“I am who I am, Wu Ming. I will guide Him, not be devoured by Him.”

As for the next meeting…

He paused, his gaze becoming incredibly profound.

"Perhaps, this is the true end..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked forward step by step towards the destructive light that he had intercepted.

His figure appeared so small in the light, yet so resolute.

That destructive light, like a wanderer who has found his home, obediently follows his footsteps, guided by him, and slowly retracts into that colossal tower that reaches the heavens and the earth.

As Wu Ming's figure completely disappeared into the tower, the light of destruction that had hung over the entire multiverse also vanished completely.

Time seemed to resume its flow at this moment.

"Huh?! What...what happened?!"

The "snake" suddenly broke free from the invisible restraints, its core filled with horror and bewilderment.

It only remembered that it had activated its last trump card, triggering the tower's power to restart, and was about to wipe Zhang Qi and the entire chessboard away.

But why... did that power disappear?

What did that ant named Wu Ming do?
It had absolutely no idea what had just happened.

"Snake!"

"Then just lose!!"

(End of this chapter)