Five hundred years of stacked Q, this one Q, unique and unparalleled throughout eternity!

"impossible!"

A frenzied roar erupted from the shattered soul of the White Bone Bodhisattva. The crystal-clear bones crumbled inch by inch, and the intense aura of death caused even that wisp of true spirit to tremble.

He stared in shock at Luo Tian, ​​who was swinging his right fist, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Just minutes before, He witnessed the complete death of Luo Tian. Even the Dao Fruit of Death could not bring back to life a person who had been erased by the concept of death.

But just a few minutes later, Luo Tian stood in front of Him again and unleashed that terrifying punch.

The soul was quickly swallowed up by the concept of death. Without time to think, the White Bone Bodhisattva struggled to let the true spirit escape from the soul, and a glimmer of light disappeared into the earth of the hell world.

Hidden deep within the earth, the White Bone Bodhisattva dared not even show himself again, but merely watched as the divine souls and physical bodies of the world vanished in the heavens.

He stared intently at Luo Tian, ​​observing every detail of Luo Tian's collapsing body, trying to find the reason for Luo Tian's resurrection.

Then He saw the lips moving on that broken face.

"From this moment until the end of time, I will kill you once, and again!"

Then, with a strange arc rising from the corner of his broken lips, Luo Tian completely vanished into the world.

Having lost both his physical body and soul, the White Bone Bodhisattva was on the verge of collapse, with Luo Tian's brief words and eerie smile constantly appearing in his true spirit.

The White Bone Bodhisattva, hidden deep within the earth, could only murmur in a tone that seemed to be comforting itself.

"I'm certain this time. There were no fluctuations in the rules, nor any trace of the activation of magical artifacts or supernatural powers. He is absolutely doomed!"

"He could not possibly survive. Even if he had mastered the Dao Fruit of Death, he could not have achieved this level of rebirth!"

However, just as the White Bone Bodhisattva uttered these words, Luo Tian's hoarse voice involuntarily flashed through his mind, and a chilling sensation swept over him once again.

Struggling to suppress his fear of death, the White Bone Bodhisattva murmured to himself as if trying to comfort himself:

"Even if, hypothetically, he were still alive, and could crush my true spirit, he could never truly kill me!"

"I have left countless traces of time in the Xuanhuang Great World, and I have concealed my true name in history. Countless calamities over the years will become my guiding light for my return."

As long as there are people who know of the calamity, as long as there are people who can recite my true name, I will surely return after countless years!

Is that really the case?

Deep within the earth, a calm voice suddenly rang out.

The White Bone Bodhisattva felt as if the hairs on his body were standing on end, and the emotions he had barely suppressed surged wildly once again.

That spark of true spirit began to shine wildly deep within the earth, illuminating the distant Luo Tian.

Luo Tian calmly looked at the last remaining trace of true spirit of the White Bone Bodhisattva, a half-smile on his face.

Even with his great divine power, the White Bone Bodhisattva had never seen such a bizarre ability; such rebirth was completely beyond his comprehension.

At this moment, the White Bone Bodhisattva chose to completely abandon thought, letting out an angry roar:

What exactly are you?

Luo Tian did not answer the White Bone Bodhisattva's question. Naturally, he could not tell the White Bone Bodhisattva that he had just been waiting for the cooldown of the rebirth skill.

The reason for leaving that message was merely out of a slightly wicked sense of humor; who would have thought that the White Bone Bodhisattva would react so strongly?

As he slowly approached the light of the true spirit, which symbolized the great divine power and immortality, Luo Tian could clearly hear the endless despair beneath the angry roar of the White Bone Bodhisattva, which reminded him of the Mahakala Dharma Form when he faced the Ninth Tribulation.

"You're scared!" Luo Tian said slowly, a smile playing on his lips.

"What a joke! How could I possibly be afraid!"

The White Bone Bodhisattva, like a gambler who has lost everything, loudly refuted Luo Tian's words.

"Greatness is eternal and immortal. As long as its traces remain in the world, greatness will surely return after countless years."

"Even if you could truly erase everything in the Xuanhuang Great World, there are other great beings who also know of me."

Whether it's Zhen Yuanzi, my own Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, or even the Great Sun Tathagata and the Precious Moonlight Tathagata among the Thirty-Three Heavens, they all have memories of me.

Unless you can erase their memories, you can never truly kill me!

With a mad hatred flashing in his eyes, the White Bone Bodhisattva roared:

"I will be waiting for you in the future!"

Luo Tian calmly raised his right hand and grasped at the point of true spiritual radiance that symbolized a great being.

The garbled characters on the passive stacks jumped wildly, and in his palm, a shrunken Summoner's Rift, shrunk countless times, had already enveloped the Bone Bodhisattva.

Then, with five fingers clenched tightly, the collapsing Summoner's Rift buried everything, and the radiance of the true spirit was suddenly extinguished.

Almost instantly, the golden scales symbolizing judgment rose behind Luo Tian, ​​and an ancient voice, seemingly from time immemorial, resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"Your souls will be weighed by the goddess."

A wisp of illusory spiritual light fell onto the scales, pressing down heavily on one side.

The words on the books—the Xuanhuang Great World, the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Wuzhuang Temple, the Great Thunderclap Temple—were slowly erased, and one temple after another collapsed into ruins.

Even those great beings sitting high in the heavens showed astonishment and formed hand seals, as if they were deducing some forgotten memories.

It was as if a vast amount of information from countless worlds was captured by an invisible hand and finally converged on the scales to form an exquisite skull.

In the end, the skull shattered on the scales, turning into a stream of light that was completely devoured by Luo Tian's passive soul-devouring ability.

Behind Luo Tian's constantly jumping garbled code, a shining golden "+3" appeared.

Chapter 313 The Fear of the Abyss's Will!

Inside Tartarus, Luo Tian loosened his clenched right hand.

Looking at the body that was gradually collapsing, a hint of doubt flashed in Luo Tian's eyes.

"What...what's wrong with me?"

"My physical body collapsed, and I used the Soul-Draining Strike with all my might?"

Who was my target? Why do I have no recollection of this?

Luo Tian frowned, trying hard to recall the memories in his mind.

Tartarus, the infinitely looping Ouroboros, the Six Paths of Reincarnation stabilizing again... One thing after another flashed through Luo Tian's mind, and everything seemed so normal and reasonable.

Even now, deep underground in Tartarus, Luo Tian has a clear memory of how he got there.

But... "I always feel like someone is missing in these matters, a very important person!"

The conflict in Luo Tian's heart grew stronger, and the effects of his physical collapse spread rapidly throughout his body.

Luo Tian glanced at the Rebirth skill that was lit up on his skill bar and felt very at ease.

With his physical body completely collapsing, Luo Tian's figure disappeared into the depths of this underground world.

......

The underworld, within the six realms of reincarnation.

Having successfully revived within the animal realm, Luo Tian opened his eyes. During that brief period of death, a memory that should have been erased resurfaced in his mind.

Standing in the cycle of reincarnation, Luo Tian's eyes flashed with deep shock.

"Calamity, White Bone Bodhisattva, Xuanhuang layout, supreme existence..." Luo Tian murmured the information about the White Bone Bodhisattva, his thoughts still unsettled.

Luo Tian was already aware of the great being's immortality, so when facing the White Bone Bodhisattva, he never intended to truly kill this great being.

It would be enough to obliterate its true spirit and prevent it from causing trouble for a short period of time.

Even if it can be restored in the future, that's a matter for the future. By then, Luo Tian might have already reached level six, and he might not even need to use a single punch to kill the White Bone Bodhisattva again.

But Luo Tian never expected that after he killed the White Bone Bodhisattva from the levels of body, soul, and spirit, this great being would actually perish completely.

All traces of its existence were completely erased by the concept of death, and even the memories in Luo Tian's mind were wiped out.

If Luo Tian had not experienced death and been reborn in the cycle of reincarnation, he probably wouldn't have realized that he had just killed a great being.

"The fundamental reason why great beings return from history is because of the information they leave behind."

The life of a great being is almost a concept, possessing the characteristic that existence itself is justified; as long as relevant information about it remains, it can be reborn and return after countless years.

"However, as the true spirit of the White Bone Bodhisattva was wiped out by the Soul-Sucking Strike, this great being was obliterated on a conceptual level. All the information he left behind vanished, and even the memories in my mind were erased."

This almost means that the great being has been killed at its very root; immortality is a thing of the past!

Luo Tian couldn't help but excitedly whisper:

"Great divine power and Taiyi Dao Fruit experts might be able to sense something is wrong, but at this level, the annihilation is already irreversible."

Even if the existence of the White Bone Bodhisattva can be deduced from various clues, this is already information on a different level and cannot possibly allow the White Bone Bodhisattva to return after countless years.

"I have killed a great god!"

Even Luo Tian, ​​who had already brutally beaten the will of the abyss, couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement when he realized this.

Defeating a great god and utterly killing a great god are two completely different concepts.

If Luo Tian were to spread this news far and wide, not only the heavens, but even the great mythological origins would surely tremble.

Even those supreme beings who exist only in legends and are ethereal and elusive would lower their gazes to Luo Tian.

However, this is already a paradox for outsiders.

The existence of the White Bone Bodhisattva has been erased, so who can prove that Luo Tian killed a White Bone Bodhisattva?

Thinking of this, Luo Tianan suppressed his excitement and looked at his skill bar.

Above the passive skill level, a long string of gibberish, exceeding the length of the skill bar, kept changing.

Ordinary great divine power is absolutely unable to kill a great divine power, not even the Eastern Peak Emperor who has mastered the Dao Fruit of Death.

Upon realizing this, Luo Tian began to understand that something was wrong with him.

"If it were just a simple stacking of Q, let alone five hundred years, even fifty thousand years or five million years wouldn't be enough to achieve such an effect."

To annihilate a great deity is an act of overwhelming superiority at the level of one's status; it cannot be simply explained by the number of Q levels.

He stretched out his right hand and clenched his fist. Layers of Soul-Draining Pain Strike gradually began to accumulate on it, and the power began to surge wildly in an exponential manner.

In just a moment, a crack appeared on Luo Tian's right hand, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation seemed to tremble under the power of the Soul-Sucking Strike.

With a slight frown, Luo Tian dissipated the power of the Soul-Sucking Strike, and the Golden Scales, Tartarus, and the Imperial Seal of the Eastern Peak appeared behind him.

Looking at the three different types of authority, Luo Tian couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Did I really get a dog head template?"