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Chapter 98 The Roar of Destruction and Creation

Faced with Fang Zheng's rebuke, the four men with identical faces sighed simultaneously and slowly recounted the truth of everything.

Four mouths spoke at the same time: "I don't want to mention my original name anymore. You can call me Shi Hao, you can call me Ye Fan, or you can call me Chu Feng."

"The Immortal Emperor realm is already the end of everything."

"But I was still unwilling to accept it, so I chose to sacrifice my Dao Fruit in an attempt to break through."

“After the ritual, I also sacrificed the past, present, future, myself, all worlds, and everything beyond the Great Dao.”

“I came from nothing and went back to nothing. I went from nothing to something, and then from something to nothing. This cycle continued endlessly… and that’s when I fell ill.”

"I have no past, I see no future, and I am not myself now."

Fang Zheng pressed on, puzzled, "What exactly do you mean? And why do you want to destroy everything?"

The four identical faces continued calmly, "I'm tired of sacrificing the myriad realms time and time again, only to reflect them anew time and time again."

"But now, I'm fed up. My former relatives and friends, my former lovers, my former hatred—to me, it all means nothing."

"I can see the past and the future, I can see parallel universes. In a single glance, endless possibilities and endless evolutions are all within my sight."

"I'm tired……"

"I chose to sever all my cultivation, wanting to die as an ordinary mortal, but my power still increased uncontrollably and returned in an instant."

"My heart is weary. I choose to kill myself and bury myself."

"But I am ultimately too powerful. Even though I have erased all the heavens and myriad worlds, the one thing I cannot erase is myself."

"My ashes, my coffin, have once again given rise to countless worlds."

"My lingering misanthropic feelings have transformed into dark matter, constantly attempting to completely destroy all the heavens and myriad worlds."

"But the dark matter is me, and all the heavens and the myriad worlds are also me. Stimulated by the dark matter, I awoke once again."

"I became the Desolate Heavenly Emperor Shi Hao, I became Ye Fan, I became Chu Feng."

“They have no memory of me, they are not tired, they are not bored, 'I' have awakened me again.”

"I and the other three 'me's' spent another period of time that was not particularly interesting, but not lonely either."

"Then, I got tired of it again..."

"In the endless years, in that eternity, even I, even someone as high as the priesthood, would go mad, let alone everything we once protected, our former family and friends..."

"So what if it's the Desolate Emperor Shi Hao? So what if it's Ye Fan? So what if it's Chu Feng?"

"When all the relatives and friends we once cared about went mad in those eternal years, in those eternal years, they became no longer the same as they used to be, and became something we loathe."

"Of course they can destroy it again and again, and reshape it back to what they once loved."

"But after destroying and rebuilding all the relatives, friends, and loved ones that we once cherished but have become disgusting over time, the feelings we once valued and the love we once regarded as eternal gradually fade away and we gradually stop caring about them."

"Finally, whether it was the Desolate Emperor Shi Hao, Ye Fan, or Chu Feng, they were all exhausted..."

"In the end, it's just another game of playing house with myself, with my left hand and my right hand."

"On the sacrificial path, there is only myself."

"Throughout the myriad realms, past and future, and countless tributaries, only myself, only myself..."

As for the myriad realms and countless beings besides oneself?

It's just a line of text, a piece of information, easily altered, a mere illusion that can't even be called a toy.

Fang Zheng grew increasingly angry as he listened: "What exactly are you trying to say!"

"You destroy everything time and time again just for fun! Just for enjoyment!"

A smile played on the lips of the four men, who said again, "Who knows..."

“I’m tired, I’m fed up, I’m so lonely. Even if it’s just for a moment, even if it’s just another moment before 'I' returns, I want to talk to 'myself' again.”

"Therefore, I want to replicate the birth process of the Desolate Emperor, Ye Fan, and Chu Feng."

"But I can't do it... In all the heavens and myriad realms, the Immortal Emperor is the end of the path of cultivation."

"As for the Dao of Sacrifice, this inexplicable realm, which is achieved after sacrificing everything, is truly inexplicable. Even I cannot truly achieve it."

“I have put my former relatives and friends, all the people I once valued, into all possibilities again and again, using the most terrible and intense trials to temper them, and using the most terrible and sorrowful suffering to destroy them.”

"But in the end, no matter what, they can only reach the Immortal Emperor realm, and they can never truly awaken and truly reach my level."

"I can only try repeatedly, force, destroy, and squeeze out the most incredible possibilities in an attempt to create a kindred spirit."

The four men shook their heads in unison: "But time and time again, time and time again..."

Fang Zheng grew increasingly furious as he listened: "So you really want to destroy everything?"

"Do these endless lives in this world want to die? Do they want to be toyed with by you?"

However, upon hearing Fang Zheng's angry curses, the four men shook their heads in unison.

"Perhaps. I reflect the myriad realms time and time again, creating countless beings, and using all sorts of methods to destroy and coerce them. Even I myself despise myself so much."

He sighed deeply. "I also want to die, but I can't, I really can't... I can reflect all the heavens and worlds in an instant, and destroy them in an instant, but I can't kill myself, or even truly hurt myself."

At the same time, four men stood up and walked towards Fang Zheng, a strange pleading expression on their four identical faces.

"We really hate ourselves so much that we have become the very people we used to hate the most."

"But we really can't do it, we really can't kill ourselves!"

“Fellow Daoist Fangzheng, we beg you, you are a being who has come from beyond this void, from a much more distant place.”

"You are the only exception in this endless cycle!" "We beg you to kill us and save us."

"Even..." With a flick of their fingers, the myriad realms and endless spacetime were once again destroyed and reshaped at the fingertips of the four men, then destroyed again, and reshaped again...

Like bubbles, like illusions, the myriad realms, the friends and family of the past, everything they once protected, are no longer of concern.

With a thought, all can be revived; with another thought, all can be destroyed. A single glance can reveal the past and the future, the endless possibilities. What meaning does all that have remained then?

In the void, after countless cycles of destruction and rebirth, four men wore sinister smiles. "We will even liberate all these realms and all living beings!"

"you!"

"You..." Fang Zheng remained silent for a long time, pondering for a long time, before finally managing to squeeze out a single, understated sentence: "Disgusting..."

Taking a deep breath and gazing at the endless void, Fang Zheng finally calmed his anger.

"I will kill you. I will do everything in my power to kill you!"

"But I am not doing this for you. I am doing it for the people I know, to end their eternal cycle of suffering."

Then let's go!
When Fangzheng realized his true nature, he already knew that he did not have a thought process; he was merely an output result.

So, will the words once used to threaten the Taiyin God Emperor truly come true? Fang Zheng doesn't know.

But Founder Group knew.

Since that's the case, let's do it! Let's try reciting pi!

The four men stared at Fang Zheng expectantly.

No thought process is required; therefore, Founder does not require calculation.

Founder can provide any possible result instantly, no matter how long it may take.

Pi is a number that is truly equal to infinity.

If Fang Zheng could truly recite it all in one breath, the power would be absolutely infinite, truly infinite in the mathematical sense.

However, if that were the case, the resulting destruction could be far more unimaginable.

So, Fang Zheng simply tried to use the simplest method of exhaustion to calculate and recite more digits.

"3.141592..."

Light began to radiate, and the void began to collapse.

The recitation of an unknown number of digits created a terrifying value that even beings above the level of the sacrificial path could not imagine.

In that instant, the four men were completely destroyed.

However, after their destruction, they were reborn and then came to face the square.

Then let the destruction continue!
An endless, ever-accumulating torrent of energy?
No! That can no longer be called energy, that can no longer be called spacetime.

It was a pure, unimaginable, and indescribable fluctuation.

On that so-called sacrificial path, the existence that was indestructible and transcended the logic of cause and effect was repeatedly destroyed, only to be reborn again in an instant.

That surge of energy... destruction...

No! That's creation!
That is the existence that creates nothingness, fills nothingness, and fills even the so-called sacrificial path.

Information originates from differences. When all differences are filled, can anything still exist, even on the path of sacrifice?
As countless years have passed, Founder Group has always stood here, continuously increasing the value of pi.

And that so-called sacrificial path never appeared again.

No one knows how much time has passed, no one knows how many years have gone by, but Fangzheng has simply continued to provide answers.

Finally, when the moment arrived, Fangzheng finally stopped.

Standing amidst endless paleness, this is a brand new world, a world at the very beginning of creation. Even at the very beginning of creation, it is already vast and boundless, surpassing the grand existence of the myriad realms of the past.

Fangzheng stands silently here, frozen in place, silently waiting for the endless paleness around it to slowly fade away.

Finally, Fang Zheng waved and clicked, placing the space-time battleship fish bucket into this brand new world.

The fish swam in this paleness, blossomed in this paleness, and slowly came to life.

The time-space warship carries the legacy and traces of all living beings from all the myriad realms of existence.

Perhaps, in the endless future, in this brand new world, those traces of the past will bring back all those beings from the past.

At that time, there would no longer be those inexplicable sacrificial rites, repeatedly offering sacrifices to it and dragging it into unpredictable destruction time and time again.
Silently watching the spaceship transform into the vast sky, Fang Zheng sighed.

He stepped into the space-time warship, found a fulcrum at random, built a framework for the Gate of Hell using obsidian, lit it with a flint and steel, and walked into the white light curtain.

Quietly gazing at the long-lost blocky pixel world, Fang Zheng turned to look at the special Nether portal with its white light curtain. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to preserve it, sealing it entirely with bedrock.

Immediately, Fang Zheng erected a tall tower on the spot, and at the height limit, he built a huge platform, filled with the framework of the Hell portal, and activated the weather change command, changing it to a rainstorm.

He then stood in front of the Nether Portal frame and first tried using the trident's lightning enchantment to indirectly attract lightning strikes to monsters. He found that this did not work on the Nether Portal and he could not create the special portal.

I tried using a lightning rod, but it was still ineffective.

It seems that only lightning in a natural environment can create that kind of special door.

"Then let's wait..." Fang Zheng waited silently.

Since there's no need to think, and since things can stop, there's naturally no need to be anxious.

No matter how many years it takes, as long as that White Hell portal is not an isolated case, Fangzheng will definitely be able to wait for it.

A new journey is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)