Those who face the wall, but are in the Nascent Soul stage.

Chapter 451 "Poetry Clouds" (Part 2)
"What Li Bai? He's nothing but a malignant tumor influenced by cultivation. The Thinker has already revealed Luo Qing's memories to us. Don't you know that cultivation nearly destroyed the entire universe? If the Thinker hadn't acted decisively, don't you know what kind of disaster he would have plunged the entire universe into?"

A flicker of fear crossed the eyes of the Gravity God.

It wasn't directed at Li Bai, but at the corpse on Li Bai's body.

After the Thinker killed Luo Qing, the universe's subjective initiative was also reversed and killed by Luo Qing.

After the war, He personally told the gods that if He had been a dozen or so time particles slower, He would not have been able to kill the enemy even if He carried the total mass and energy of the entire universe.

Fortunately, starting from the era of the idyllic universe, the total amount accumulated by the thinker over 138 billion years through [parity non-conservation] finally crushed this abnormally infinitely growing life form.

Thinkers are farsighted and always seem to foresee and avert cosmic calamities, which are revered by the gods of Hessian.

"You talk too much."

Li Bai, a high-dimensional being, brandished his longsword, unleashing layers of sword energy that instantly ignited the origami field around his body. Page after page of paper, imprinted with formations, qi cultivation techniques, immortal arts, talismans, and cultivation methods, was destroyed and reborn in the flames.

The Gao Wei version of Li Bai has lost some of his divinity but gained more of his ethereal quality.

"I hope what you taught me will be of some use," Li Bai said to the corpse on his body.

As the main body burned, the momentum of the higher-dimensional Li Bai rose steadily.

"Are you crazy? Burning the source of higher-dimensional energy? We just want to talk to you!" The Gravity God was dumbfounded.

"Would you really allow me to take my brother away from the Death Line?"

"This is impossible! The Thinker ordered us to stay here and guard Luo Qing's body!"

"Then there's nothing more to say." Thousands of high-dimensional papers turned to ashes, and Li Bai's aura ascended to the pinnacle of energy godhood.

"Avenge our people!" a star god shouted, taking the lead in attacking.

More than ten star gods launched their attack simultaneously, unleashing twelve dazzling starlight beams enveloped in dark energy, bombarding the enemy at "superluminal speeds" of several kilometers per second. In the Deadline World, all the gods could only be driven by the negative pressure effect of dark energy, and their offensive methods were greatly suppressed.

However, these twelve torrents of starlight were enough to disperse ordinary energy gods.

Li Bai did not dodge. He shielded Luo Qing behind him, his right hand holding a celestial sword. Countless pale ink verses flew out from his tattered sleeves. The words that had once been used to describe the Milky Way now transformed into sharp blades, drawing brief traces of time in the death line, forming a towering array that slashed towards the enraged Black Forest Gods.

Contemplating the vastness of heaven and earth, I am overwhelmed with sorrow and tears stream down my face!
This "array" seemed to be unrestricted by the death line, but rather advanced in a world of infinite curvature using pure cultivation rules, thus gaining the upper hand even after starting later!
The pale ink-colored sword formation struck the Star God race. All the gods present heard the crisp sound of the high-dimensional star core shattering. The dark energy membrane of the twelve Star Gods instantly cracked, and the pale blue energy bodies dissipated outward like popped soap bubbles. However, they solidified into suspended light points at the zero light speed of death. Before the negative pressure effect of the dark energy surrounding them could spread, they were pinned to the spot by the immortal cultivation runes in the poem.

Boom, boom, boom!
The twelve star gods were killed by Li Bai in a single encounter.

"The hit rate is surprisingly high inside the death zone. You can't escape, so you'll just have to tough it out."

Li Bai smiled calmly, countless 'Rapid Travel Talismans' imprinted on the blank pages of his body, allowing him to dodge the Star God's attack with a speed that would make even the gods dizzy.

Li Bai, the high-dimensional being, did not stop. His high-dimensional body was still burning, and the Swiftness Talisman would continue to consume his high-dimensional essence. The hundreds of origami pieces that had been burned to ashes demonstrated his consumption.

Li Bai charged into the enemy ranks. The edges of the origami, which were originally quite white, began to turn black. Dark energy spread across the paper like ink. With each step he took, a few strands of origami turned into stardust and fell into the death line.

Before him, the light membranes of more than four hundred energy gods lit up simultaneously, and countless attacks wrapped in dark energy shot out from the light membranes, blocking all of Li Bai's evasion routes. Various tools advanced rapidly in the completely still dead zone with a 'negative pressure effect', carrying a high-dimensional chill.

In any case, this was enough to crush Li Bai in one fell swoop.

Li Bai made a hand seal with his left hand, and three more sheets of white paper burned. Three golden talismans flew out from his fingertips. The talismans unfolded in the air and transformed into three ancient seal characters: “Array,” “Forbidden,” and “Defense.” Around the ancient seal characters were energy threads condensed from high-dimensional energy, which actually wove a temporary barrier within the deadly line.

The moment the more than four hundred dark energy attacks struck the barrier, they were completely blocked by the array barrier, only consuming some of Li Bai's energy.

"What kind of tactic is this?"

Under the death line, all the energy gods could only use attack methods based on dark energy, so they were somewhat taken aback when they saw the skillful Li Bai.

"Country folks, it seems the Thinker you speak of didn't share all of Luo Qing's memories with you," Li Bai mocked.

One of the energy gods roared in fury: "Do you think we don't want to know? That cosmic cancer has been in a bizarre state of mind from the very beginning, with hardly any memories leaking out! Even the Thinker, after scouring Luo Qing's 42 time particles of thought, could only find a few scraps!"

Leftovers? He even uses Earthly idioms; it seems Luo Qing's thinking has truly been turned upside down.

Li Bai, too lazy to waste words, unleashed a blinding light from the Golden Thunder Talisman. Three unparalleled golden beams pierced through the energy god, who was unable to dodge quickly, pinning him to the brink of death.

"Nine thousand miles away, aren't you going to make a move? Or do you think you can gradually wear me down with these useless trash?"

The God of Gravity asked in bewilderment, "Who is 90,000 li?"

"You'll know right away."

Li Bai's gaze swept over the exceptionally dazzling light membrane behind the gods. The Black Forest Rule God was suspended in mid-air, surrounded by distorted dark energy.

He suddenly threw out the eleven-dimensional immortal sword in his right hand. The sword was engraved with poems about the earth. The immortal sword drew a light ink-colored roc in the air and rushed straight towards the god of rules with the momentum of the vast sky.

The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles!

The God of Gravity snorted coldly, and the gravitational field around him surged back in the infinite curvature of the world. As the only god present who could move freely in the dead zone without the aid of dark energy, the gravitational field eventually formed a solid singularity in front of him. Immediately afterward, the golden-winged roc transformed from the eleven-dimensional immortal sword violently crashed into the singularity.

"Ha, what a mess." The God of Gravity scoffed, then his expression froze.

The phantom of the roc shattered completely under the infinite gravity, and the photons were swallowed by the gravity, but the eleven-dimensional immortal sword pierced through the infinite gravity and the source of the gravity god!
With a soft thud, the Gravity God was pierced through, but this was just the beginning. Taking advantage of the Gravity God's severe injury, Li Bai suddenly burned one-tenth of the origami field, and a large number of array runes poured out from the origami, transforming into poems flying all over the sky.

Mount Tianmu stretches across the sky, its imposing presence surpassing the Five Sacred Mountains and overshadowing Chicheng!
Li Bai charged forward with a thunderous roar! The Swiftness Talisman shone brightly!
The poem exploded in the dark energy, transforming into a mountain interwoven with high-dimensional energy and dark energy, suppressing all the dozens of energy gods blocking the way of the God of Rules. The light membranes of those energy gods rapidly dissolved in the mountains, and Li Bai's unique sharpness penetrated their bodies, forcibly blasting their cores.

Subsequently, the mountains formed by the surging high-dimensional energy successively suppressed the injured God of Gravity, and the immortal sword also flew out and returned to Li Bai's hands.

Unlike Luo Qing, who relies on numerical values ​​to fight, Li Bai has no numerical values; his skills are all about cultivating immortality.

The eleven-dimensional immortal sword, with its 100% physical penetration, combined with the energy generated by its own self-ignition, gave Li Bai the qualification to confront the God of Rules.

A hall full of flowers intoxicates three thousand guests; a single sword, its frost chilling fourteen provinces!

Within the death line, flowers bloomed everywhere. The total energy of at least hundreds of supernovae was contained within this sword, which slashed in all directions with a chaotic force.

The remaining energy scattered in fear, ceasing its offensive and maintaining a considerable distance from Li Bai.

Li Bai slowly emerged from the boundless sea of ​​crimson flowers, and with a surge of sword light, dozens more energy gods who couldn't escape in time perished on the spot.

No, this is very wrong. What kind of energy god could fight like this?
"Your attack, which burns your own body, won't last long." The Gravity God saw through Li Bai's true intentions, and its voice transformed into energy ripples, echoing throughout this somber world.

This powerful God of Laws finally made his move, his right hand making a grasping motion, and a gravitational channel with normal light speed appeared out of thin air in the dead line.

Subsequently, a massive amount of high-dimensional strings bombarded the high-dimensional Li Bai at the speed of light in a standard three-dimensional universe.

In this static world, the normal speed of three-dimensional light is like divine speed; even with tens of thousands of speed-enhancing talismans, Li Bai wouldn't have any time to dodge.

At least 300 blank sheets of paper were pierced and shattered by the high-dimensional string. The high-dimensional Li Bai was blasted to the point of destruction by this surging string current. However, in the midst of this unexpected and devastating blow, a blazing light ignited in Li Bai's eyes.

We're just waiting for you to make your move!

The remaining high-dimensional energy clung to the longsword, weaving into a wisp of pale golden light. Li Bai suddenly raised his hand and pressed that wisp of light onto the trembling energy sword, muttering a low chant.

The Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return!
Another song!
In an instant, all 7,420 remaining origami sheets suddenly unfolded. The runes of poetic civilization and the high-dimensional energy of the various arts of immortal cultivation converged at the death line, transforming into a rushing river of light. The river of light carried the residual energy of countless high-dimensional energy gods who had been killed, surging out along the trajectory of the immortal sword and condensing into a "Great River Sword".

The sword of the great river slashed towards the God of Rules.

The sword's momentum was like an inverted Milky Way, taking advantage of the normal light speed path formed by the God of Rules, and directly crashing into the rift of the God of Rules at the speed of light. A large amount of dark energy was annihilated inch by inch in the river of light, and the rift was forcibly opened with a gap. The remaining momentum of the great river sword did not diminish, and completely shattered the body of the God of Gravity, which was wrapped in dark energy.

Whether it's the singularity god or the gravity god, there's no defense that Li Bai can't break.

The Gravity God let out a roar of shock and rage, but was forced to retreat under the pressure of the Great River Sword, leaving behind a clear path at the speed of light. Li Bai, carrying Luo Qing's corpse, charged forward, continuing to move forward on the aftershocks of the River of Light. His figure grew fainter and fainter as dark energy devoured most of his body. The energy gods nearby, whose protection was severely restricted by the Death Line, had their protective dark energy washed away by the River of Light and all fell into stagnation.

This sword strike cleaved the Milky Way, freezing nearly a hundred energy gods and severely damaging the gravity god.

The rules of the universe are stuck in the dead end, gravity is broken, and it is almost impossible to form stable gravitational waves.

Gao Wei Li Bai's origami field was like pages of paper softened by rain, with less than three thousand fragments remaining. On these fragments, tiny array runes continued to peel off from the edges and drift into the darkness of the dead line.

Before the light-speed passage dissipated, Li Bai dragged Luo Qing's corpse and glided for hundreds of billions of kilometers.

This left almost all of their pursuers behind.

"Escaped."

Li Bai looked at the dimming Swiftness Talisman on his body, his expression dejected.

“Based on the speed boost from the Swiftness Talisman, it will take at most 100,000 years to glide out of there…” Li Bai turned to look at Luo Qing’s corpse.

"I hope the humans you raise can last for 100,000 years."

But in an instant, the entire dead line came to life from absolute stillness. Gravity, as one of the four fundamental forces of the universe, shone brightly, bursting forth from the void and weaving into a giant net covering Li Bai, emitting a shrill whistling sound as space tore apart.

The space in front of Li Bai began to collapse. The infinitely curved dead line was straightened and flattened by the terrifying gravity. The million-kilometer dead line area was flattened by gravity into hundreds of millions of cubic kilometers, and then exploded with a bang.

The God of Gravity stands in the center of the raging gravitational tide, surrounded by a dead zone completely dispersed by it, resembling an unparalleled true god.

"You underestimate the God of Rules too much." The figure of the God of Gravity was reconstructed in the gravitational vortex, every inch of his body composed of new spacetime curvature. He raised his hand and pressed down, and the three thousand fragments around Li Bai shattered at the same time.

Li Bai felt as if he had fallen into a black hole.

"You think that sword wounded me just now?"

The voice of the God of Gravity, carrying the weight of the entire Death Line, pressed down, and Li Bai's origami field shattered under the immense pressure. The burning talismans, like fireflies, were extinguished one after another before the absolute gravity.

"The death of the Singularity God was its own doing, but now, the area within the death line is my territory, and here, all energy must kneel down."

Countless gravitational singularities emerged from all directions, like a reversed torrential rain, completely submerging Li Bai and the corpse on his shoulder. Each "raindrop" that struck Li Bai was as heavy as a thousand pounds, crushing the immortal cultivation runes imprinted on Li Bai's body back into primordial high-dimensional energy.

The first step to killing Li Bai is to destroy his ethereal nature and reshape his divine nature.

One after another, energy gods, with the help of the normal light-speed pathway opened up by the gravity god, surrounded Li Bai. This small, normal light-speed bubble was Li Bai's tomb.

"Heh, when Luo Qing threw a punch, you ran faster than a dog. Did you think I didn't see it during my time travel?" Gao Wei Li Bai coughed up some paper dust, his face full of sarcasm.

"Shut up! That's because a thinker has made a move! Do you think you're some kind of cancer in Luo Qing? Your total energy is what it is. Even if you exhaust three thousand fragments, you will never be able to shake this god!" The God of Gravity was furious and blasted at Li Bai, determined to completely suppress him.

Li Bai concealed his aura, rode his sword like a beam of sword light, and crashed head-on into the God of Gravity!

boom!
The battle-hardened eleven-dimensional immortal sword finally developed cracks under the full force of this god of rules' attack.

However, even the God of Gravity was intimidated by the sharpness of the eleven-dimensional immortal sword and was forced to retreat.

More and more energy gods arrived at the scene through the gravity god.

Just as Li Bai was looking at the pursuers in all directions, he suddenly noticed that the God of Gravity could not dispel the dark energy in this place at all. The dark energy existed evenly in all space without reacting with any fundamental forces. The God of Gravity had only forcibly smoothed out the curvature and wrinkles of the dead line through gravity, but it was precisely because of this that the world here was clearer.

He clearly saw the process of dark energy expanding space.

Li Bai saw a sight he had never seen before.

These dark energies, permeating space, continue to intertwine with the dead lines at the edge of the light-speed bubble. The negative pressure effect and infinite curvature collide with each other, and nearby photons occasionally tremble under this pressure, forming an unusual luster.

He looked up at the world of the dead line, which was a light-year thick, and suddenly a light that had nothing to do with life and death shone in his eyes.

This dead line is a cage at zero speed of light, a breeding ground for dark energy, and an iron wall twisted by the curvature of the universe. But under the impact of dark energy, it is also the most expansive "paper" in the universe.

Li Bai suddenly laughed. His arrogant laughter transformed into a shockwave of energy within the silent light-speed bubble, eventually stagnating at the edge of the death line, temporarily frightening away the energy god that had completely surrounded Li Bai.

"Anything related to cultivation is strange, Energy God, retreat for now." Gravity God growled, preparing to attack again.

Li Bai raised his hand and dispersed the eleven-dimensional immortal sword. The remaining three thousand origami fields were now completely ablaze without any doubt. The burning body was like a giant, burning sheet of paper. Under the negative pressure effect of dark energy, it instantly touched every corner of the dead-line sphere.

To merge oneself with the Tao.

More and more of the square matrices that were once used as language have now lost their sharpness. With each collision of negative pressure and infinite curvature as ink, they have transformed into the most basic character particles—horizontal, vertical, left-falling, and right-falling strokes, as well as the starlight symbols unique to poetic civilization. They are suspended in the negative pressure of dark energy to form a dazzling cloud of characters.

"I have always had a magnificent art to revive my reputation as the Immortal Poet."

The almost transparent Li Bai stood up straight, facing the gods.

The gods, seeing the three thousand giant burning sheets of paper, dared not approach for a moment.

Confronting Li Bai, who is burning his entire higher-dimensional body, could easily lead to death and annihilation, and even the God of Rules is unwilling to be the one to step forward.

Li Bai's voice clearly resonated throughout every inch of the dead-line space, "It's a pity that Luo Qing always stops me from completing this magnificent work of art."

“He even tries to hit me if I mention writing poetry about the sun.”

He began by using his own high-dimensional energy as a pen and the death line as paper, making hand seals to stabilize Luo Qing's corpse, and gently placing it on the Returning Immortal Sword. The eleven-dimensional immortal sword pierced through the light-speed bubble, entered the infinite curvature of the death line, and then cut through the infinite curvature before being thrown far away by Li Bai.

Li Bai then continuously injected high-dimensional energy into the origami field, causing the character cloud to begin combining, arranging, and evolving. From random stacking to exhausting all the possibilities of poetry, from the five-character quatrains and seven-character regulated poems of the mortal world, to the long poems of star trails depicting the Milky Way in poetic civilization, and then to the "cosmic poems" written with high-dimensional mathematical symbols that can describe the vibration of cosmic strings, even including all the combinations of verses that have never been recited but exist in the logic of language.

The gods watched Li Bai's bizarre behavior of consuming his own life force, completely baffled.

“But now that he’s dead, no one’s stopping me, and this is a perfect place, and you’re all stupid and slow to react. You don’t know what I’m doing, and you don’t even dare to stop me.”

Under the pull of the characters, dark energy expands in an orderly manner, transforming into flowing ribbons of light that imprint each line of poetry onto the pitch-black background of the dead line. The zero speed of light of the dead line is permeated by the poems composed of dark energy, and countless words, like living things, shuttle and intertwine in a space with a radius of one light-year, forming a crisscrossing network of poems.

In the universe, the boundary between rule gods and energy gods is not so clear. Apart from a few individual civilizations that become gods and thus rule gods, the vast majority of rule gods are created when energy gods control a certain rule and make it their own.

Enlightenment and entry into the realm of rules are not uncommon in the universe.

He's just a god of rules; he'll become a god of rules then.

"Art gods are always willing to die for art."

"Me too."

As Li Bai was about to burn out completely, he spoke softly to the gods who were chasing after him.

"Would you all be willing to become a part of this poetic cloud?"

The Black Forest Gods surrounding Li Bai were stunned, and the Gravity God belatedly realized something, opened a light-speed gravitational path, and turned to leave.

But countless dark energies assimilated by the poems and texts tightly surrounded the God of Gravity, and then the originally still death line suddenly surged, directly extinguishing that escape route at the speed of light.

Gaowei Li Bai actually used the 'fusion' property, a talent from the origami field, to fuse death lines and dark energy?!

"If Heaven had feelings, it too would grow old."

Li Bai sang his final poem, then completely vanished into nothingness, merging into every piece of dead line and dark energy. He sacrificed himself to merge into the complete dead line, ultimately forming an infinite cloud of poetry interwoven with dead lines, dark energy, and high-dimensional energy.

The death line is just a poem!
Almost instantly, the "Poetic Lines" completely controlled by Li Bai extinguished the light-speed bubble forcibly created by the God of Gravity, and the world returned to darkness. All the dark energy of the Energy Gods was penetrated by the verses, while the Gravity God's gravitational core was also cracked inch by inch by the Poetic Lines.

"The true path of humanity is fraught with vicissitudes."

A sphere of death lines with a radius of one light-year was reshaped by endless poetic runes, eventually forming the ultimate poetic cloud, which was formed by the interweaving of dark energy and death lines. This poetic cloud, which exhausted all combinations of word order, appeared in this boundless universe.

The once dark and cold place where time stood still was now filled with densely packed verses dominated by the flow of dark energy. If literature has a realm, then Li Bai has already stood at the pinnacle of literature at this moment.

The so-called Confucian and Taoist attainment of sainthood is nothing compared to Li Bai's.

Within this cloud of poetry, some poems slowly rotate in dark energy, like luminous spiral galaxies. Others extend infinitely along the curvature of the dead line, forming a poetic bridge spanning light-years.

Luo Qing's body was wrapped in the core line of the poem, "Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky?" The immortal sword, like a lone boat, was carried away by the Yellow River's waters, roaring away from the core of the poem.

The higher-dimensional Li Bai vanished, his higher-dimensional form completely transformed into a part of this one-light-year-thick cloud of poetry, merging with the death line, dark energy, and verses. But his consciousness continued to flow, and as he watched this one-light-year-diameter "cloud of poetry" bloom in the universe, Li Bai was almost intoxicated.

What a beautiful poem!

It is the ultimate poem written with death lines as paper, dark energy as ink, and divinity as soul, exhausting all the beauty and power that language can carry. From the moment Li Bai entered the Dao through poetry, it became the greatest poet in the entire universe.

A new god of rules is rising.

Gravity finally realized that Li Bai's self-destructive, fanatical pursuit of art had become the key to breaking the deadlock! The enormous death line and the dark energy left behind by the thinker were used by him to write a poem praising his own death!
The God of Gravity let out a desperate roar, burning its source of gravity, and rushed forward, attempting to perish together with the God of Poetry.

[Your bodies and names will perish, but the rivers will flow on forever!]

A magnificent divine sound was born throughout the entire cloud of poetry, and ancient verses trembled and resonated in the vacuum at zero light speed, converging into a torrent of judgment that transcended gravity.

The torrent submerged Gravity.

The spacetime structure surrounding Gravity God began to collapse, and the gravitational core that sustained its existence was forged into a short poem:
[Lead, lead, lead, lead, lead, lead, lead, lead, lead.]

[Attracting attraction! Attracting attraction! Attracting attraction!]

Thus, the poem was completed, and the spirit perished.

The surviving energy gods didn't even have time to escape. Their dark energy began to disintegrate, and their high-dimensional energy cores were stripped away and written into poems. Their light gradually dimmed, like candle flames blown out by the wind, extinguished one by one in the eternal clouds of poetry.

But the number of poems written with them is increasing.

These 170-plus energy gods also perished under Shi Yun's strangulation. The death of a large number of high-dimensional gods caused Shi Yun to form a complex of multiple states, including high-dimensional energy, dark energy, and dead-line space, which also gave Shi Yun multiple forms.

In the depths of this newly formed poetic cloud, only the immortal sword carrying Luo Qing's corpse drifts quietly like a small boat, escorted by the "Yellow River." According to the current flow rate of the "Yellow River," which is about one ten-thousandth of the standard speed of light, Luo Qing will drift out of the death line in ten thousand years.

Within the deadline, it will be quick.

After doing all this, Li Bai was exhausted. He really wanted to go to Earth and show off his achievements to his Chinese teacher, Yi Yi, but he was too tired.

Li Bai fell into a deep sleep. Before he fell asleep, he was still savoring the poem "Gravity," which he had painstakingly created by sacrificing himself to a powerful enemy.

"Yes, it's a good poem."

(End of this chapter)