The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

In order to completely eliminate these eleven scourges, Song Gua had no choice but to sacrifice his clones.

When the eleventh patriarch was completely wiped out, 30,000 of Song Gua's clones died.

"Is it over?"

"It seems to be over. The old thief isn't creating anything anymore."

"Hahaha! Great! I, number 27, survived!"

"Holy crap, you're such a senior with such a high number, how did you manage to survive until now? You're a genius!"

The clones happily celebrated the New Year in their original locations.

Watching the live stream, one could see a bunch of things appearing on that island that Song Gua had seemingly created out of thin air: toilets, septic tanks, meat grinders...

The whole world was stunned.

"I almost forgot, Song Gua is also a bandit. It's normal that we can't understand his actions."

"Are the Twelfth Patriarch truly dead now?"

"He should be completely dead. I saw a few bandits opening champagne in the corner of the screen."

"Who would have thought that the Celestial God Clan, who had ruled the entire Earth for thousands of years, would end in such a poignant way?"

This time, however, there was no cheering.

It mainly takes some time to process what I just saw and the current situation.

The scene wasn't bloody.

But which ultimate boss was defeated in this way?

The key question is, why does this work?

Of course it's feasible.

The Song hexagram simply packaged its great power using these common objects.

It possesses all the extraordinary powers one would expect, without any shortage of them.

The battle is over.

Yue Sheng and Qian Chongxue looked at Wan Jianyi, who was wearing sunglasses and a suit, with indescribable expressions.

Wan Jianyi noticed their appearance and said calmly.

"Wang Miao died for his ideals. If the Earth can continue to exist, he will surely have a place on the list of historical heroes."

Zero and the Twelve Heavenly Kings felt melancholy, yet also a sense of relief.

Zero looked at Yun Yang and the others, his eyes reddening.

"Gentlemen, our resistance can finally end in this generation. From now on, go do what you want to do most and what you love most. I thought..."

Zero stopped there, waving his hand. He was overjoyed and wept, unwilling to say more.

Looking at the more than 30,000 old, dead clones floating on the sea and lying across the islands, Song Gua could only sigh.

"Fortunately, the Light of the Earth gave me the ability to create clones. In the end, it was the Earth itself that saved it."

Wan Jian looked up.

"Don't be too happy yet. This crack hasn't disappeared yet. The higher-dimensional world is collapsing into the lower-dimensional world."

The sky remained dark, the void blocking out the sunlight.

The Song hexagram inquired.

"What will be the consequences?"

Wan Jian pointed to the sky.

"Look."

In this environment, a normal person cannot see anything in the sky.

But the Song hexagram is different now.

He rubbed a pair of binoculars together.

This is no ordinary telescope; it allows Song Gua to see whatever he wants within the solar system.

All that can be seen is outer space beyond the atmosphere.

Beneath the dimensional rift, a slender, golden, sheet-like object is slowly emerging.

"What is that?"

"High-dimensional matter that was forced to be reduced in dimensionality."

"So... what is it?"

"Only when it is restored to its original form in four dimensions, or five dimensions, or even higher dimensions, will you know what it is. Now that it has been reduced to three dimensions, nobody knows what it is."

"It doesn't seem to have any impact. It's floating in space, not heavy, and not captured by Earth's gravity."

"But this is just the beginning."

Song Gua raised the telescope again, looking in more directions.

"this……"

A sudden chill ran through Song Gua as he realized the seriousness of the problem.

Too much!

The cracks were already large, and in many places, this kind of material that had been forced to shrink in size was seeping out.

A single cigarette holder, when unfolded, could cover an entire football field.

This is a reduction from three dimensions to two dimensions.

These things that are reduced from three dimensions to three dimensions expand in an exaggerated way.

Originally, they were in a higher-dimensional world, and might have just been an ordinary thing.

However, after dimensionality reduction, their scale became astronomical!

"If these things keep falling, they'll eventually fill up the Earth and even affect its orbit!"

A myriad of swords in one path.

"Not only that, dimensional cracks don't repair themselves."

Although this crack will not move with the Earth, it can separate as the Earth revolves around the sun.

However, this takes time. During this period, those reduced-dimensional substances, once they appear as colossal entities in their original dimensions, cannot be contained within the limited space of Earth.

At this point, Song Gua noticed that Wan Jianyi's body had become transparent.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I can't solve the problem of the dimensional rift, but I want to deal with the Celestial God Clan."

"What do you mean?"

"During my time as a Divine Transformation expert and Ancestral Divine Transformation expert, I researched a new divine technique."

"What?"

"A reverse arrival!"

"No, buddy..."

Hearing the name, Song Gua knew what Wan Jianyi was planning to do.

He's going to attack the Heavenly Destiny Clan's headquarters directly!

"Going alone to the stronghold of the Celestial God Clan, I'm afraid..."

"I know I'm being a bit presumptuous, but look at the state of the Earth right now. We don't even know if we'll live to see tomorrow. Staying here won't help me much. If I go over there, I might be able to take a few down with me. It's worth it."

Wan Jianyi's body began to stretch like threads, gradually glowing as it rose in a certain direction.

Qian Chongxue and Yue Sheng watched Wan Jianyi gradually leave this world, their feelings complicated, unsure of what to say.

"Let's go!"

Wan Jianyi transformed into a beam of light and disappeared into the distance, followed by a long sword.

The sword swirled and danced in the air, leaving behind a line of poetry with its sword energy.

"Life is but a fleeting few decades, why not wield a sword and roam the world? I wish to vanquish demons and restore peace, and hope that my return will be filled with lasting affection."

Wan Jianyi also left.

His departure was fraught with uncertainty; whether he would succeed or not remained a question mark.

Perhaps some people will say that Wan Jianyi's actions are completely meaningless.

The enemy is too strong, why fight a losing battle?

But Song Gua saw a sentence in Wan Jianyi.

Though there be millions, I will go!

Song Gua looked up at the sky.

Some of those things that descended from higher dimensions are glowing, as if their energy, unable to be released, has turned into light energy.

"The crisis isn't over; how can we mend this rift?"

Song Gua thought of Ye Wenjie's words.

Fill it with energy!

However, the Heavenly Army's attack continued without any apparent effect.

Song Gua decided to go to space and try it out for himself.

Just then, the Dark Emperor spoke.

"I have a way to mend this rift."

Song Gua glanced at him.

"Don't tell me your next sentence is, 'But we need to return the Seven Sacred Artifacts to you?'"