Too many people are dying in this chaotic world? Then I'll activate the control panel!

Chapter 463 Unfair Matches

The clock of the era hangs down, casting countless ancient, chaotic rays of light.

The weighty and vast rules and regulations, like ancient divine script engraved in the void, flow with a cold and unalterable supreme power.

According to the ironclad rules of the duel established by the Bell of the Era, Wang Sheng's true form cannot act arbitrarily, nor can he use his own Great Dao to convert or bewitch Qing Yan's mind.

All the choices and thoughts in Qingyan's mind at this moment were choices that arose from his heart after hundreds of years of hardship, and there was no external force forcibly distorting them.

Hundreds of years,

What would be a world of difference to an ordinary cultivator is but a fleeting moment to a forbidden powerhouse who has lived through countless eras.

But for Qingyan, these hundreds of years were a hellish ordeal.

He was a peerless genius whose talent surpassed that of his era. In his youth, he was full of vigor and ambition, harboring the ambition to reach the pinnacle of the universe.

However, ever since falling into the Boundless Universe, it has been suppressed, bullied, and schemed against by countless powerful beings.

Resources are robbed, opportunities are intercepted, and treasures earned through countless desperate battles are snatched away in the blink of an eye by older monsters of higher seniority and stronger cultivation.

Faced with the bullying and plundering of the weak, he fought back countless times, only to be met with even more cruel humiliation and suppression.

He endured, struggled, raged, and went mad, repeatedly wallowing in the mire of despair.

The immense spiritual pressure emanating from Mount Buzhou constantly crushed his soul, wearing away the arrogance that originally belonged to the universe of slaughter, and gradually reshaping his Dao heart.

Day after day, year after year.

Qingyan, who once yearned to return to the world of slaughter, has undergone a profound transformation in his mindset.

He gradually adapted to the survival rules of the formless universe, accepted the Dao of the First Saint Sect, and identified with the philosophy of this world.

Even though his physical body still bears the mark of the Killing Universe and nominally still belongs to Qingfa, his actions have long since completely leaned towards the Wuxiang Universe and the Chusheng Sect.

Qingyan's personality is completely different now.

The former unruly, domineering, and impulsive nature has all faded away, replaced by a fanaticism and madness to become stronger and survive at all costs, and a hatred hidden deep in the soul that has never been extinguished.

On the other side of the chaotic void, the Lord of the Universe, Qingfa, separated by layers of cosmic barriers, witnessed the transformation of Qingyan's Dao Heart.

Seeing Qingyan's change, Qingfa was not angry at all. Instead, a deep sense of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and a faint smile even appeared on his lips.

"Very good, this is exactly what I wanted to see," Qingfa thought to himself.

In Qingfa's vision, if Qingyan sheds his useless stubbornness and becomes more patient and knows how to weigh the pros and cons, he will become the sharpest and most useful knife.

This sword has endured countless trials and tribulations, possesses formidable combat power, and harbors boundless rage within. It is perfect for dealing with Wang Sheng's clone and securing victory for myself in the Epoch Bell duel.

As long as we can defeat Wang Sheng's clone, it will be completely worth the price.

Within the formless universe, winds and clouds surge.

Having completed his transformation of Dao heart, Qingyan seemed to gain the approval of Buzhou Mountain overnight, and subtly became Buzhou Mountain's spokesperson in the world.

The majestic Buzhou Mountain stretched across the starry sky, with countless divine chains of the Great Dao descending from its body and coiling around Qingyan. The Ming Emperor, the Divine Lord, and a host of powerful figures from the Initial Saint Sect stood beside him, willing to cooperate with him in conquering all directions.

The forbidden beings that once hid in the cracks and dead corners of the universe, fearing the aftermath of the great war, all retreated and hid, not daring to show themselves.

Now, Qingyan holds power over Buzhou Mountain and leads a group of powerful figures to sweep across the eight wastelands and six directions.

The Milky Way shattered, and the nebula burned away.

Hidden strongholds were uprooted one by one, and forbidden powerhouses who had survived were forcibly dragged out.

An old-school forbidden roar, urging all his life's supernatural powers in a desperate attempt to resist, was suppressed by the rules of Buzhou Mountain. He could not even unleash 30% of his supernatural powers, and his foundation was shattered by Qingyan with a wave of his hand.

An old monster attempted to escape, tearing through space to flee into the depths of chaos, but could not escape the overwhelming senses of Mount Buzhou. Its body was bound by countless chains of the Great Dao, and it died instantly, its blood gushing from the starry sky.

The roar of battle echoed throughout the entire boundless universe, and stars turned to ashes in the midst of the great war.

Amidst this endless battle and slaughter, Qingyan's cultivation level soared like a ladder to heaven, increasing by leaps and bounds.

Each time a forbidden being is slain, the opponent's accumulated essence and Daoist essence over countless years becomes the foundation of Mount Buzhou. Strands of Daoist essence from Mount Buzhou then flow into Qingyan's body, nourishing his soul and physical form.

Meanwhile, in the vast universe of carnage, Wang Sheng's clone also began a bloody hunt.

One after another, powerful figures from the Demon Lord's era who had been hiding were killed by self-destruction, their blood staining the vast starry river red.

Wang Sheng's clone devoured the enemy's essence, and his cultivation level also rose wildly.

One exists in the formless universe, and the other in the killing universe. They echo each other across the boundless chaos, their speed of advancement being roughly equal, each sweeping away all resisting forces within their own universe.

The two lords of the universe, Qingfa and Wang Sheng, stood silently in the chaotic void, watching this great purge that swept across the two universes.

As time slowly passed, those taboo beings who dared to rebel were completely wiped out.

Two vast auras, so powerful that they shook even the chaos, broke through the shackles almost simultaneously, stepping into the ninety-nine steps and ten realms!

Ninety-nine steps and ten realms—the limit of humanity!

Only one insurmountable threshold remains between us and the true ruler of the universe.

But this very step has been the point of death for countless geniuses throughout history, who have spent countless eons trying to cross it.

At the very top of Buzhou Mountain, clouds and mist surged, and the sound of Taoism resounded.

Qingyan was dressed in black, his robes fluttering wildly in the vast universe.

He stands atop the mountains, with billions of stars beneath his feet, and can look down upon the myriad beings of the universe.

The power of the Ninety-Nine Steps and Ten Realms surged within his body, and every inch of his flesh and blood was filled with the pressure of a peak expert.

The figure of the Demon Suppressing Emperor slowly appeared from the void. He looked towards Qingyan atop Mount Buzhou, and his voice, carrying a hint of melancholy and profound meaning, slowly spread through layers of clouds and mist.

"Fellow Daoist, you have now reached the pinnacle of humanity, with ninety-nine steps and ten realms, surpassing all living beings. However, to take that final step and become the master of the universe is as difficult as ascending to heaven."

The words were plain and simple, without any murderous intent or coercion; it was merely an exclamation.

Qingyan lowered his eyes, his gaze indifferently fixed on the Demon Suppressing Emperor in the void, his face devoid of any joy or anger, his expression cold and indifferent.

Hundreds of years of humiliation, oppression, and plunder flashed through his mind. The pain and humiliation were deeply engraved in his soul and marrow, and could never be erased.

He didn't respond, but he clearly understood the hidden meaning in the Demon Suppressing Emperor's words.

He still belongs to Qingfa, and is a pawn in the hands of the Lord of the Killing Universe.

Even if he defeats Wang Sheng's clone with all his might in this gamble, freedom and a smooth path will not await him. Qing Fa will only continue to drive him, using him as a wager, and continue the game under the Bell of the Era.

Keep gambling, keep fighting, until one day you are defeated and die.

As long as his foundation remains trapped in the Killing Universe, and as long as he is still under Qingfa's control, Qingfa will never allow him to take that final step.

The supreme ruler of the universe would never allow another being to rise to equal status under his command.

The path to becoming the Lord of the Universe was blocked by Qing Fa himself.

The only way to break free from these shackles is to find another way.

The Demon Suppressing Emperor's casual remark, when it reached Qingyan's ears—who now had his heart set on the First Saint Sect—caused a surge of countless thoughts and gave rise to numerous paths ahead.

All the subtle hints, in the end, boil down to two weighty words—betrayal.

Make Qingfa, who drove him into slavery, pay the price!

A fleeting glint of light flashed in Qingyan's eyes, but he quickly returned to his calm demeanor, showing no sign of emotion.

Upon reaching the level of Ninety-Nine Steps and Ten Realms, many techniques become severely limited.

Even though Wang Sheng possesses countless clones, once he reaches the limits of humanity, the power of the remaining clones is difficult to combine, and surprise attack tactics such as clone self-destruction are of negligible effectiveness.

The laws of the universe are predetermined; a complete universe can only contain one cosmic ruler.

Ninety-nine steps and ten realms, yet only one can survive to challenge for the highest position.

The upcoming showdown will not involve any tricks or opportunism; it will be a pure clash of hard power.

Moreover, in order to consolidate his rule, Qingfa has been secretly suppressing the upper limit of the strong within the Killing Universe, and will never easily allow too many people to reach the Ninety-Nine Steps Ten Realms.

He feared that his powerful subordinates might become too strong and collude with each other, attracting external forces to join forces and overthrow his authority.

In the center of the chaotic void, an ancient arena appeared out of thin air.

The arena was cast from chaotic divine gold, and its surface was covered with mottled, ancient battle marks, having witnessed countless life-and-death struggles of top experts.

Swipe!

Two streaks of light tore through the chaos, and Wang Sheng's clone and Qing Yan descended onto the arena at almost the same moment.

Outside the arena, Wang Sheng himself and Qing Fa, the Lord of the Universe, were already waiting there.

The colossal phantom of the Clock of the Era hovered high in the sky, its surface swirling with layers of mysterious patterns, exuding an overwhelming pressure that permeated all directions. Even a mere phantom was enough to halt the flow of the surrounding chaotic energy, causing a deep-seated tremor to rise within the souls of all the observing extraterrestrial beings.

Qingfa's gaze fell on Qingyan on the arena. This supreme ruler of the killing universe had put away his usual madness and was now extremely solemn and dignified. His voice was vast and resounding throughout the entire chaos.

"Qingyan, step onto the arena and fight for me!"

"If we win this battle, your tribe will be directly elevated to an imperial clan, bestowed with the surname Qing, and from this day forward, your people will be able to intermarry with my descendants, and their status will be equal!"

In Qingfa's heart, this was the greatest favor he could bestow.

In a rigidly hierarchical and war-torn universe, for an ordinary tribe to aspire to the bloodline of a universe lord is nothing short of a pipe dream. Had the Clock of Epochs not initiated the contest, Qingyan would never have been able to hope for such a reward in his entire life.

Qing Fa was certain that such a tremendous benefit was enough to make Qing Yan wholeheartedly risk his life for him.

On the arena, Qing Yan bowed slightly, his posture respectful, and said, "Yes."

After the ceremony, Qingfa turned to Wang Sheng on the other side and said in a deep voice, "The duel may begin."

Wang Sheng smiled faintly, his expression calm, and his tone casual: "Then let's finish this quickly. One move is enough to take him down. There's no need to waste too much time."

Upon hearing this, Qing Fa's expression instantly hardened, quickly turning grim. A fierce aura surged between his brows as he roared at Qing Yan on the arena, "Qing Yan! Attack! Destroy this clone of his!"

"Yes, sir," Qingyan replied.

The phantom of the Clock of the Era trembled slightly, and the radiance signifying the start of the duel shone down on the arena. The power of the rules enveloped all directions, and everything would be truthfully recorded by the Clock of the Era, without any possibility of alteration.

Wang Sheng's ninety-nine-step, ten-realm clone said no more. With a slight movement of his body, the chaotic air currents of the entire arena instantly stirred. Without any complicated or fancy supernatural powers, a simple punch was thrown out.

This punch, gathering all the power of the pinnacle of humanity, roared with the Great Dao, and the fist light tore through the void.

Faced with a punch powerful enough to shatter stars, Qingyan did not resist, dodge, or even activate any of his cultivation.

boom! !

The force of the punch landed squarely on Qingyan's chest.

A deafening explosion erupted, and terrifying force swept across his body. Qingyan was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the hard, chaotic gold ground of the arena, creating a huge dent and crack with a thunderous boom.

He lay in the deep pit, his limbs relaxed, his body rising and falling slightly. He clearly still had the strength to fight, but he hesitated to push himself up from the ground.

He wasn't defeated; he simply chose not to get back up.

Below the arena, Qingfa witnessed this scene and initially thought Qingyan had been seriously injured.

But after a few breaths, seeing that Qingyan was still lying at the bottom of the pit, showing no intention of getting up to fight again, Qingfa's pupils suddenly contracted violently.

In an instant, disbelief, astonishment, and rage surged onto his face.

He considered a possibility.

But he didn't want to believe it, and he didn't dare to believe it.

Qingfa's previous majestic and profound demeanor as the master of the universe vanished completely. His face was violently distorted, becoming ferocious and terrifying. The terrifying primordial power of the universe around him leaked out uncontrollably, stirring up the surrounding chaos and causing it to surge and boil.

"Qingyan! Stand up!!"

Qingfa roared, his voice like that of a raging lion, shaking the void.

"Qingyan! Get up and fight immediately!"

"Qingfa, what are you doing! Get up!"

"Qingyan, don't you want your people anymore?"

"Are you betraying me?!"

"Where is your dignity, your pride?!"

"Qingyan!!!"

One hysterical scream after another, Qingfa's body trembled uncontrollably.

A terrifying answer suddenly exploded in his mind, an answer that sent a chill down the spine of this immortal cosmic ruler.

Match-fixing!

Qingyan, he actually betrayed him at this crucial moment!!!