Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish for All Heavens

Chapter 314 The Will of "Heaven and Earth, I Alone Am Supreme": The Inescapable Fate of Those Standing at the Pinnacle

Judging solely from the intensity of this "power" and "desire," Emperor Yan had to admit that this person had already stood at the pinnacle that countless mediocre people looked up to.

If this body's power didn't originate from Ye Xuan, but was actually his own original body, then this man's strength wouldn't be any less than his own.

Even just in terms of aura, he is definitely a strong person.

Among the many powerful individuals he had encountered, few could rival him in terms of aura.

But the next moment, Emperor Yan shook his head, as if he had seen something regrettable.

"pity."

"The energy is deep enough, the desire is intense enough, but it's not pure enough."

In his view, although Aizen's aura was like a bottomless abyss, one could clearly sense the "dust" that seemed to have not been properly refined within it.

These "dust" do not originate from "ambition" or "desire." On the contrary, "ambition" or "desire" is precisely the fuel of power. These "dust" come from the "softness" deep within his soul that contradicts power.

Or it could be called an impurity.

These impurities cause the energy field, which should flow smoothly, to stagnate and become blocked at the microscopic level.

"Oh?"

Aizen's eyes flickered slightly, and a glint of light flashed in his pupils behind his glasses.

Although he didn't fully understand what Emperor Yan meant by "aura," the phrase "not pure enough" made him think of something.

If he hadn't descended into the real world, he probably wouldn't have imagined that in the final battle between his "future" self and that wandering boy, the boy's strength would surge to the point where even he couldn't sense the spiritual pressure, causing his proud rationality to waver and even generate fear.

They never imagined that, despite thinking they had long since abandoned all weaknesses and become perfect, deep in their souls they still yearned for something as ridiculous as "companions."

A person can deceive the whole world, but cannot deceive their own heart.

Those weaknesses hidden deep in the soul, those desires that run counter to ambition, are like stubborn stains that cannot be wiped away no matter how hard you try.

"really."

"The hardest enemy for a person to defeat is himself."

Aizen did not refute Yan Di's words, but instead expressed his deep agreement.

Even someone as powerful as him could not escape the shackles of human nature.

This imperfection that prevents him from achieving purity is perhaps the reason why he cannot become a "god".

Even when faced with reality and clearly recognizing these "impurities" that shouldn't exist in his heart, he still finds it difficult to change.

"Teacher, teacher, how's my aura?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his hand and asked a question, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

The solemnity and vigilance that had been on his face were replaced by curiosity. On the one hand, he was genuinely curious about his own "aura," and on the other hand, he knew that the other party meant him no harm.

And he was genuinely curious.

Emperor Yan's gaze swept over Gojo Satoru, but unexpectedly, he actually began to seriously examine Gojo Satoru.

A moment later, Emperor Yan's rugged brows furrowed slightly.

In his perception, the white-haired brat's aura was not weak either, but unlike Aizen's unfathomable oppressive aura, Gojo Satoru's aura was clear and bright, possessing an undeniable presence like the sky.

The sheer quantity of this energy was astonishing; in Emperor Yan's long reign of conquest, few could reach such a level of power.

At its core burns an almost arrogant self-confidence.

The will to be "the only one above all under heaven" radiates outwards as if it were a tangible force, without the slightest concealment or hesitation.

This confidence is not bluff, but rather rooted in an absolute understanding of one's own strength.

He knew perfectly well how strong he was, and he never had any doubts or wavered about it.

This quality creates his unique and "flawless" aura.

Like a solid steel ingot that has been forged through countless hammer blows, every bit of power is perfectly condensed, without any waste or dissipation.

This, however, was something that Emperor Yan found somewhat incomprehensible.

First, there's the power possessed by Gojo Satoru. In his opinion, while Gojo Satoru's strength is not weak, it's definitely not that great. At least in his view, it's certainly not as strong as Aizen's from before.

However, he recognized his position as the "strongest" from the depths of his soul, and this recognition was not arrogant, but rather more like an instinctive cognition, as natural as a person not doubting that they need to breathe.

Secondly, it is the perfect unity of strength and will.

Every bit of his strength serves his self-perception of being the "strongest," and this self-perception, in turn, reinforces his strength.

The two form a perfect positive cycle, giving his aura a rare sense of completeness.

However, Gojo Satoru's strength should not have given him such an aura cycle and such a heartfelt recognition of himself as the "strongest".

If he were just arrogant despite his lack of ability, that would be one thing, but that's not the case.

Emperor Yan was somewhat puzzled.

However, while Gojo Satoru's aura is pure, it's not to say that it's completely free of impurities.

Deep within that aura lies a barely perceptible obsession, and a loneliness akin to that of Aizen.

Although these "impurities" were tiny, they were still detected by Emperor Yan.

Where does their loneliness come from?
The loneliness of a genius, the strongest?

While it's true that being without an opponent can be lonely, surely that shouldn't affect the purity of one's aura? "Incomprehensible."

Emperor Yan shook his head, but seeing the curious expression on Gojo Satoru's face, he still said:

"Your aura is very pure, much purer than the guy next to you, with a near-perfect level of refinement."

"But there is a subtle contradiction."

"There seems to be some kind of obsession with regret."

Gojo Satoru's expression froze for a rare moment.

"Is it because you are Gojo Satoru that you are the strongest, or is it because you are the strongest that you are Gojo Satoru?"

Xia Youjie's sigh from back then still echoed in my ears.

This innate strength is both a gift from heaven and a shackle of fate, preventing him from ever escaping the loneliness of being the strongest.

A complex light flashed in Liu's eyes.

Unlike Sukuna, whose extreme evil completely transcends the world, his bonds always exist in a subtle and elusive way.

The Six-Eyed One will reincarnate, and the Limitless One will be replicated, but Gojo Satoru, as a human being, will die, just like everyone else.

Sukuna could not defeat Infinity, so he severed his existence in that world.

"Yeah."

"After all, I was the strongest in my original world, so it's inevitable that I would have to pay a price."

Gojo Satoru suddenly reverted to his carefree demeanor, casually resting his hands behind his head and sporting his signature flippant smile.

In Emperor Yan's eyes, this posture seemed to be using a frivolous appearance to cover up a certain emptiness deep in his heart.

Aizen smiled slightly upon seeing this.

Using a perfect facade to conceal the cracks in one's heart is a unique loneliness of the strong, and an inescapable fate for those who stand at the pinnacle.

However, in the real world, this "loneliness" does not belong to them.

Now that we've seen the auras of Aizen and Gojo Satoru, let's take a look at the auras of the others as well.

This real world is truly full of talented people. Although everyone's aura has its flaws, how many people in the entire galaxy have a pure aura and possess the strongest aura?
It's perfectly normal for one's aura to not be pure enough.

His gaze finally settled on Tobirama Senju.

In an instant, Yan Di keenly sensed a cold, sharp aura with a strong sense of purpose.

This aura is completely different from Gojo Satoru's flamboyance and Aizen's profoundness. It is more like a blade that has been repeatedly honed—cold, precise, and carrying the will to cut through any obstacle in order to achieve its goal.

A hint of surprise flashed in Emperor Yan's eyes.

This energy possessed extremely high "quality" and an extremely condensed structure, with almost no excess energy dissipating. However, what surprised him was the two completely different wills burning at its core:
One is a cold control and a desire to explore, with the resolute attitude of "trampling everything for the sake of the result".

This quality makes his aura as precise and sharp as a scalpel, without the slightest hesitation or pity.

The other is the stubborn obsession with protecting something at all costs.

This emotion was so intense that it could rival his cold rationality.

It's hard to imagine that these two completely different auras would merge together, and that the one symbolizing "protection" would even have a greater weight.

Emperor Yan's gaze lingered on Tobirama Senju for a long time.

"Your aura is very interesting."

"Reason and emotion are not contradictory, but the will to protect makes rational decisions hesitant."

"Like a sharp blade sheathed, it can cut through everything, but it hides its edge for fear of hurting the innocent."

Senju Tobirama's red eyes, hidden beneath his silver hair, narrowed slightly, but he remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with the Flame Emperor's words.

Emperor Yan was able to understand Tobirama Senju's silence.

Just like when he was the ruler of Yanxing, although he yearned for endless battles in his heart, he had to take on the responsibility of protecting Yanxing.

To say how much affection he has for Yan Xing? That's debatable.

But this is his responsibility, the mission he must bear.

I suppose this silver-haired guy in front of me is the same.

The Emperor Yan's gaze seemed to pierce through Tobirama Senju's soul, seeing the desires suppressed by responsibility deep within his heart, the choices he had to give up for the sake of "protection," and the desires he restrained for the sake of the greater good.

His gaze shifted to Amane Sora, and as he looked at her aura, a completely different expression flashed in his eyes.

"You're quite simple."

"Warlike, advocating the survival of the fittest and the law of the jungle."

"I will obey the orders of the stronger because of my strength, but I will never truly submit to anyone."

Emperor Yan's voice carried a hint of appreciation. He generally admired people like this, and only such people could stand out from the crowd of soldiers.

Although it is said that Amane Sora will only temporarily obey the orders of the stronger due to the difference in strength, and will no longer obey once she becomes stronger than the other party, that is how reality should be.

The strong should be above all others.

Without this belief, one doesn't even have the right to pursue the strongest.

(End of this chapter)