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Young Su Yuan pointed his index finger out.

No special effects.

There are no energy fluctuations.

There wasn't even any attack trajectory that could be detected by the naked eye.

However, the dark golden domain beneath Su Yuan's feet disappeared neatly in the direction the finger was pointing.

It wasn't shattered.

It wasn't burned.

It disappeared.

It's like someone taking an eraser and lightly scratching a line on a painting, erasing the paint, the canvas, and even the frame itself.

The erased mark stretched straight out, about two meters wide, and extended to the horizon.

Dark golden flesh and blood tissue wriggled and regenerated wildly at the edge of the incision, but the newly formed tissue was wiped clean again the moment it came into contact with the mark.

What is exposed is the charred, primitive crust beneath.

The lands that had once been assimilated by the Golden Plague were now exposed to their original state.

Su Yuan's pupils contracted to the size of a pinhead.

This is not an energy attack.

This is a concept.

Pure, absolute, and irrefutable "nothingness".

"interesting."

Su Yuan gritted his teeth, raised his right hand sharply, and condensed a fist-sized ball of light in his palm with dark golden divine laws. It carried a terrifying gravitational force that could devour everything and smashed it directly.

When the ball of light was still half a meter away from the boy Su Yuan, it encountered the invisible "nothingness" domain.

And then that was it.

It wasn't blocked.

It wasn't bounced away.

It's completely gone.

Not a single molecule remained.

Su Yuan's hand froze in mid-air.

The devouring laws, divine authority, and the core logic of the golden plague contained within that sphere of light are like ice cubes thrown into a furnace when they encounter the word "nothingness".

No, it's even more straightforward.

At least the ice in the furnace can turn into water vapor.

This thing simply went from existing to not existing.

"Owner!!"

Xiao Huo's screams came from behind.

Su Yuan turned his head and saw that the boy's golden pupils were full of horror.

He was staring intently at Su Yuan's body.

Su Yuan lowered his head.

The dark golden divine aura emanating from his body was fading at a visible rate.

It's like a computer being forcibly formatted; the higher-dimensional laws, devouring authority, and plague divinity attached to it are being stripped away layer by layer.

First, there's the outermost layer of domain-related capabilities.

Then there's the core code for the Golden Plague.

Then, even the connection between the bone fever and the body was briefly broken.

In that instant, Su Yuan felt that he had lost feeling in his right arm.

It's not numbness.

It is empty.

Just as that arm had never possessed any extraordinary power, it reverted to the flesh and blood of an ordinary human being.

An unprecedented feeling of weakness surged up from my limbs and bones.

That feeling was so unfamiliar.

It was so unfamiliar that Su Yuan almost lost his footing.

Wang Hu's mechanical giant arm stopped operating. He stared, mouth agape, at the dark golden light patterns peeling off Su Yuan's body, completely dumbfounded.

"Is our leader... getting weaker?"

The surrounding thugs also witnessed this scene.

The newly established fanatical faith began to visibly falter at this moment.

Young Su Yuan took a step forward.

It's just one step.

But a large area of ​​the domain beneath Su Yuan's feet receded.

Those empty eyes stared straight at Su Yuan, her lips moved slightly, but her voice didn't travel through the air; instead, it exploded directly in Su Yuan's mind.

"Did you see that?"

The boy's tone was calm and devoid of any emotion.

"Everything you plundered never belonged to you in the first place."

"I will restore you to your true self."

He paused.

"I have nothing."

These four words collided repeatedly in Su Yuan's spiritual dimension.

Nothing.

Su Yuan was stunned for about two seconds.

He looked down at his hands, which were losing their divine luster. The dark gold lines on the back of his hands had mostly faded, revealing the pale skin beneath.

Normal skin.

Quiet.

It's too quiet.

Hundreds of thousands of people held their breath amidst the ruins of the lower city, waiting for their "god" to respond.

Then they heard laughter.

It wasn't a forced, bitter smile, nor was it a boastful, maniacal laugh.

It's the kind of laughter that comes from the depths of your heart, a laugh you can't help but feel, a laugh that's purely funny.

"Pfft."

Su Yuan chuckled softly.

Then my shoulders started shaking.

Then he tilted his head back and laughed.

"Hahahaha!"

He laughed so hard he bent over, and tears almost streamed down his face.

Little Fire and the Money-Guarding Spirit looked at each other in bewilderment.

This guy has gone mad again.

Su Yuan wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his hand. In those pupils that were losing their dark gold color, what surged was neither fear nor anger.

It's really, really funny.

"You want to turn me back into a human?"

Su Yuan gave the young Su Yuan a thumbs up, his tone full of teasing.

"Is this chess player insulting me?"

"Are you still pitying me?"

He flipped his thumb over and pointed it downwards.

"Big brother, I have something to tell you."

Su Yuan shook his right hand, which had almost lost all its supernatural power, and moved his wrist.

"I could still win even before I started using cheats."

Before he could finish speaking...

Su Yuan's body exploded out.

Without divine blessing, without the aid of the Golden Plague, and without any amplification from innate skills.

He used his pure physical body, with a physique of 88.9, to shatter the metal ground beneath his feet, taking a step that covered more than ten meters, and with a speed that could tear the air apart, he punched the young Su Yuan in the head.

This punch was completely unpretentious.

Pure physical attack.

Pure violence.

Purely "I'm fucking going to beat you up".

The force of the punch exploded in front of the young Su Yuan.

Then, the fist went right through.

It felt like passing through a cloud of air.

Su Yuan's fist emerged from the back of the boy Su Yuan's head, but did not touch anything.

The aftershocks of the punch sent fragments of ruins flying dozens of meters behind him, but the young Su Yuan himself remained completely still.

He didn't even blink.

A mocking smile slowly appeared on the boy's face, which was exactly the same as Su Yuan's.

"You can't even touch your past self."

Su Yuan withdrew his fist and shook his hand.

The joints made a cracking sound.

"Hmm, you can't hit it."

He admitted it very readily.

The young Su Yuan tilted his head slightly and raised his right hand again.

On the tip of the index finger, the concept of "nothingness" re-coalesced.

The concentration is higher this time than before.

The remaining dark gold patterns on Su Yuan's body were trembling violently, as if he had sensed death approaching.

Following this trend, the next attack will wipe out the last of his extraordinary power.

At that time, he will truly become the penniless Su Yuan he was at sixteen.

Just as the young Su Yuan was about to unleash his second attack.

Su Yuan stopped.

All movement stopped.

He no longer attacked, no longer defended, and no longer dodged.

He stood there quietly, watching the younger version of himself in front of him.

His eyes changed.

The earlier excitement and frenzy had faded.

Instead, something deeper and more dangerous has taken its place.

greedy.

The extreme greed that only arises when scrutinizing prey.

The index finger of young Su Yuan paused in mid-air for a fraction of a second.

It's not hesitation.

It is its underlying logic that makes the judgment.

The other side ceased resistance.

This is not in the default combat mode.

"You reminded me."

Su Yuan spoke, her voice soft and slow, each word uttered one by one.

"Since you are 'my past self'."

He tilted his head, a gesture exactly like the little habit of the young Su Yuan just now.

"Then you are a part of me."

Su Yuan grinned.

That smile didn't seem like it was directed at an enemy.

It's more like looking at a dish that's already been placed on the table.

"Why should I throw away my own things?"

On the index finger of young Su Yuan, the concept of "nothingness" remained dormant.

It is waiting.

Wait for the other party to take an action that can be judged.

Su Yuan gave it to him.

He opened his arms.

With his fingers fully extended and his chest wide open, he displayed no defensive stance whatsoever.

He walked towards the young Su Yuan.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

With each step he took closer, a layer of his extraordinary power peeled away. The connection to the Bone Frenzy was completely severed, his Etherealization talent became ineffective, and the burning sensation of his Boiling Blood ability subsided from his veins.

He was actively accepting the erosion of "nothingness".

"Master!! You're crazy!!" Little Fire let out a heart-wrenching scream. He rushed up to try to grab Su Yuan, but Su Yuan didn't even turn his head.

"Don't come any closer."

It was only two words, but the tone left no room for argument.

The small fire was pinned to the spot.

"Master, what are you doing?!" the treasure-guarding spirit cried, sobbing uncontrollably inside the treasure chest. "Your power is disappearing! If you go any further, there will really be nothing left!!"

Su Yuan ignored it.

He continued walking forward.

The dark gold color on its body had faded to just a thin film. In a few more steps, that film would also disappear.

By then, he will just be an ordinary person with a high level of physical fitness.

Faced with a creation at the conceptual level.

unarmed.

Nothing.

But Su Yuan did not hesitate at all.

He walked up to the young Su Yuan.

They were so close that there was only a fist's distance between them.

The boy Su Yuan stared straight at him with his empty eyes, and the concept of "nothingness" on the tip of his index finger was so intense that it reached its limit.

Su Yuan looked down at the face of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old.

My own face.

He smiled.

She smiled very gently.

She was so gentle that even Xiao Huo was stunned.

Then Su Yuan spoke, her voice so soft it was as if she were coaxing a tantrum-throwing child.

"Come."

"Back to my body."

"My stomach is your best refuge."

The expression on Su Yuan's face changed.

For the first time since the dawn of time, a very subtle frown appeared on that usually icy and expressionless face.

stunned.

It was taken aback.

Its attack logic has only one line: erasure. It transforms the target from "existence" to "non-existence".

But the goal at hand is actively embracing "nothingness".

It's not about passively taking a beating.

It actively seeks food.

There is no corresponding solution in the underlying code of this instruction.

It's like a firewall programmed to "eliminate all intruders" suddenly encountering a program that isn't intruding, but rather actively requesting to be swallowed up.

The system is frozen.

In that fraction of a second of pause in the calculation.

Su Yuan made a move.

He hugged the young Su Yuan tightly.

That hug was completely unreserved.

He clenched his arms tightly, his palms pressed against the boy's back, as if embracing a long-lost family member.

At this moment, the young Su Yuan's body subtly solidified.

It is no longer that untouchable projection.

Because Su Yuan was not "attacking" it.

He is "accepting" it.

What physical attacks cannot penetrate, is made tangible by complete acceptance on a spiritual level.

"What is Master doing?!" Little Fire's golden pupils widened as he sensed the changes taking place in his master.

It's not the domain that's collapsing.

The field is reversing.

The golden plague, which had originally been expanding outwards and devouring other creatures, turned around at this moment.

All the tentacles, all the flesh and blood tissue, and all the dark golden energy pipes began to collapse inward.

Centered on Su Yuan.

It contracted inwards frantically.

That was not a defeat.

That's gathering together.

All the forces scattered throughout the entire Lower City area were compressed, condensed, and concentrated into a single point.

That spot was where Su Yuan was holding the young Su Yuan.

Su Yuan felt the boy in his arms begin to struggle.

The struggle was not physical, but conceptual. The law of "nothingness" was frantically trying to erase Su Yuan's existence, formatting him along with the Golden Plague.

Su Yuan's skin was cracking at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Blood seeped from the crack, dark golden blood.

pain.

It hurts so much that you want to curse.

But Su Yuan tightened his grip even more.

"You are me."

Su Yuan's lips were close to the ear of the young Su Yuan, his voice hoarse.

"Of course you are me."

"That sixteen-year-old who had nothing."

"My first day being thrown into this godforsaken place."

"I have nothing, and I understand nothing."

"They didn't even know how they died."

Su Yuan's voice was trembling, but not from fear.

"But that's me, someone who had nothing."

"They survived."

"It's not because of cheating, it's not because of the system, it's not because of any bullshit talent."

"It's because I was born someone who refused to accept my fate."

His arms unleashed terrifying power, locking the young Su Yuan tightly in his embrace.

"So you are not my weakness."

"You are my starting point."

"The starting point is something that makes a place incomplete if you lose it."

Su Yuan grinned, and a mouthful of dark golden blood dripped down the corners of his mouth.

"We have to eat it back."

The collapse of the Golden Plague reached a critical point at this moment.

In an instant, all the energy in the entire lower city area was compressed into a dark golden light core the size of a fist.

The light core enveloped the figures of Su Yuan and the young Su Yuan.

From the outside, it looks like a dark golden cocoon.

The inside of the cocoon.

The boy Su Yuan's empty eyes finally showed a genuine emotional fluctuation.

It's not fear.

It's confusion.

Purely, program-level confusion.

It was designed for "erasure".

The target should be resisted.

The target should escape.

The target should collapse.

But there's no pre-set plan telling it what to do when the target embraces you like a child returning home.

"Don't understand?" Su Yuan looked at those confused eyes and smiled.

"You don't need to understand."

"All you need to do is be digested."

The inner walls of the cocoon began to writhe wildly.

Countless fine, dark golden tentacles grew from Su Yuan's skin, wrapping around the boy's limbs, torso, and head.

Young Su Yuan begins to instinctively unleash the concept of "nothingness" in rebellion.

However, in this extremely confined space, the "nothingness" it released was directly absorbed by Su Yuan's body.

It's not a cancellation.

It is absorption.

In that split second, Su Yuan understood something using the One Who Returns to Oneness of All Things.

The essence of "nothingness" is also a kind of "existence".

It is the opposite of "having".

Once its existence is acknowledged and it is accepted as part of oneself, it ceases to be an attack but rather a complement.

Like two sides of a coin.

You can't just have the front and ignore the back.

That would not be a complete coin.

Su Yuan's consciousness reached a delicate balance at this moment.

The dark golden power and the pure white "nothingness" began to clash wildly within his body.

It's not about mutual annihilation.

It is a fusion.

pain.

It was a hundred times more painful than any previous evolution.

That kind of pain is not physical, but a tearing and rebuilding of the soul.

Su Yuan's consciousness was torn in two.

Half of him is now, a predator standing at the top of the food chain.

The other half is his past self, a sixteen-year-old boy who had nothing.

The two halves of consciousness met in the chaos.

The predator looked at the boy.

The boy watched the predator.

"Do you hate me?" the predator asked.

The boy did not answer. Because it simply did not possess the capacity for "hatred".

But Su Yuan answered for it.

"I don't hate."

"Because without you, there would be no me."

Su Yuan extended his hand.

In the deepest part of his consciousness, he grasped the boy's hand.

The boy's body began to shatter.

It wasn't destroyed.

It's a return.

The white fragments merged into Su Yuan's soul piece by piece, like the last few pieces of a puzzle being placed in the right positions.

The outside of the cocoon.

Xiao Huo and Wang Hu stared intently at the dark golden cocoon.

The surface of the cocoon was covered with dense cracks.

It didn't shatter.

It's incubation.

"Click."

The first outer shell fell off.

A hand reached out from inside.

On that hand, dark gold and pure white patterns intertwined, forming a bizarre design never seen before.

Su Yuan emerged from the cocoon.

His clothes were shredded into strips. His bare upper body had clearly defined muscles, and his skin was covered with patterns of dark gold and pure white.

The patterns were flowing slowly.

Like two rivers of completely different colors, flowing in parallel within the same body.

His eyes changed too.

The left eye is dark gold.

The right eye is pure white.

Two completely opposite forces achieved an incredible coexistence within the same pair of eyes.

Su Yuan stretched his neck, and his knuckles cracked and popped.

"belch."

He let out a burp.

His expression was quite satisfied.

The little fire rushed up, circled Su Yuan three times, and scanned him thoroughly with its golden pupils. After confirming that its master was still alive, it almost burst into tears on the spot.

"Master, are you alright? You scared me to death!"

"fine."

Su Yuan patted Xiao Huo's head.

"I just ate too much."

The money-guarding spirit poked half its head out of the treasure chest and asked tremblingly, "Um...where's the smaller version of the sugar daddy?"

"It's digested."

When Su Yuan said those two words, his expression was calm and serene.

But the very next second after he finished speaking.

The voice came again.

It exploded directly in the deepest part of Su Yuan's soul, so close it made one's scalp tingle.

"Congratulations on passing the test."

The chess player's voice remained gentle and composed, carrying that condescending air that made you want to punch him.

"But the 'past' you swallowed."

There was a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"It will become the most delicious poison in your body."

Enjoy!

The sound disappeared.

This time, not even a lingering aftertaste remained.

Su Yuan stood still, his expression unchanged.

He looked down at the palm of his right hand.

There, a pure white mark is slowly taking shape.

The shape is very simple.

A soldier.

The lowest-ranking piece in chess.

The moment the brand was engraved, Su Yuan felt something deep within his soul being nailed down.

It doesn't hurt.

But the feeling of being "pinned down" was very clear.

The system panel popped up automatically.

Su Yuan glanced at his talent list.

Bone frenzy, etherealization, boiling blood, the one who unifies all things, will plunder.

Behind each talent, there was an additional term he had never seen before.

Dark red font.

It flashes continuously, slowly, and rhythmically.

[Self-awareness peeling away...]

Su Yuan stared at that line of text for three seconds.

He didn't panic.

He simply stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"poison?"

Su Yuan turned off the control panel, put his hands in his pockets, and turned to walk towards the Emperor's Path Devourer.

"That depends on whose stomach it is."