I'm a magnetic field madman

Uh...

A deep, drawn-out howl rang out, and immediately the barbarian soldiers who were still performing strange rituals of beheading captured slaves in the camp began to move!

They opened the cages, roughly pulling on the chains to drive the slaves forward, shouting similar curses as they assembled the ranks!

The second son neither resisted nor tried to escape; he chose to calmly observe everything.

Soon, all the slaves were driven together, ordered to form neat lines, and bound with their hands. Behind them stood rows upon rows of barbarian soldiers.

Their faces were filled with bloodlust and fanaticism, burning like blood in the cold, snowy winter.

Behind these soldiers, a large number of strange war beasts and even stranger knights who were almost integrated with their armor!

In the center of those countless barbarian soldiers and hundreds of knights stood a huge battle banner made of human skin, a drum made of leather dozens of meters long, and a huge bone war chariot carried by countless slaves!

A robust figure, clad in dark armor, stood beneath the banner, brandishing a longsword engulfed in black flames, and unleashing a roar that shook the entire army.

Although it had only been one night, the second son was already able to vaguely understand some of their language.

Slaughter, appeasement, South Asians, witches...

The vocabulary was strange, but the second son seemed to have gleaned some useful information. However, for him, nothing was more important—

"A vibrant life..."

The second son stared at the barbarian war king who was issuing commands, and said in a low voice...

He could sense that the leader of these barbarians, that guy, possessed a vibrant life force and a strange energy different from magnetic field power.

He will be excellent food, and he will effectively stimulate the growth of magnetic field demon cells.

The second son disliked this cannibalistic way of speaking... but if it was the only way for him to become stronger, then so be it.

The war drums thundered, and the frenzied battle cries echoed through the sky, spreading an atmosphere of fanaticism and bloodlust among the soldiers!

All the slaves were driven forward, existing as an army, as soldiers, as human shields for the warriors.

And ahead of them, amidst the endless ice and snow, their enemy appeared.

Treading on endless ice and snow, the fully equipped cavalry and legions broke through the ice and arrived like a divine punishment descending on fierce winds and blizzards.

None of these countless military trains could capture the second man's attention; all his focus was on the very front of the army.

It wasn't because of her beautiful appearance, but because of her vigorous and violent life force, and the indescribable immense power emanating from her body!

The so-called witch these barbarians speak of, perhaps that is her...

The second man shrugged, shattering the chains binding him instantly, and rose from among the countless slaves with a bloodthirsty expression!

He could smell the fragrance of blood, he could hear the call of battle, and he could feel and taste the vibrant flavor of life.

It was as if a mad demon was calling out in his mind, as if ahead lay a bloody road paved with blood leading to glory and victory.

More, more, I want more!!

It's time to eat.

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141. The Return of the Martial Man

"Are your arrangements for your second son truly out of a wish for him to become stronger, or are you simply looking for entertainment?"

The powerful figure looked at Bai Wujie with a playful expression and said, "This little friend of mine is getting more and more to my liking..."

"What do you think?" Bai Wujie retorted with a sneer.

"Is there a difference? As long as the second son becomes strong enough, whether it's to provoke the white-haired man or for him to challenge himself to become the ultimate strongman, it's something we should be happy about."

"As for having fun? You can never have too much fun, can you?"

"You're right, Wujie, you're absolutely right!" The powerful figure laughed wildly, patting Bai Wujie on the shoulder...

"That's exactly how I saw you back then!!"

View it as a toy, as a tool, as something that can be easily remade.

In the eyes of powerful beings, this is exactly how Bai Wujie appears.

Just like how Bai Cinan is in Bai Wujie's eyes now.

Adventure and stories are a kind of fun in themselves to pass the time when there is no end to the boredom... and it would be best if tools could find their way through trials and tribulations.

If you can't find a way out, you can always find another one.

This indifference has nothing to do with anything else; it's simply a kind of detachment and calmness towards things that comes with having lived through countless long years.

"Then, do you think the Heavenly Dao can stand up again?" Bai Wujie countered.

"Perhaps it is, perhaps it is not." The powerful being gave an ambiguous answer.

Logically speaking, with only three years of life force remaining and power reduced to the lowest level of the Heavenly Dao, there is no possibility of returning to the peak.

But that's in terms of common sense. For an unparalleled power like the Heavenly Dao, all common sense is extraordinary.

Of course, what Heaven lacks most right now is not time or life. Although these things are precious, they are by no means the most important to Heaven.

"He's missing a reason," the powerful man laughed.

"He could create his Heavenly Martial Killing Fist to defeat Lan Daotianwu, and he could step out of the Star-Breaking Realm to avenge Tony... But what can Tiandao still strive for now?"

The Way of Heaven is someone who lives for others.

Even though outsiders see it as an invincible great white shark, and even though people believe that the Way of Heaven is a greedy monster that plunders all the precious things in the world.

But in reality, looking at Tiandao's life as a whole, the thing he did most was give.

Be strong for Lando Tianwu, be strong for Tony, be strong for Lion, be strong for Second Son!

In fact, he never had much ambition or desire for power in his life; in fact, he never did.

He used to even defer to the despicable Wu Ren... not only because of the Great White Shark's martial arts, but also because the Great White Shark didn't actually care about power.

The Heavenly Dao is truly a peculiar being. Despite being the most terrifying overlord in the eyes of others, it lives its entire life for others and strives to become stronger for them.

In the hands of others, the Heavenly Martial Killing Path is a sacrificial path of plundering and destroying solemn things, but in the hands of the Great White Shark, it has become a path of risking everything for the sake of the dead.

So, did later generations misinterpret the power of the Heavenly Martial Killing Path? Or did the Heavenly Dao truly take a completely wrong path?

Okay, that's not important.

The important thing is that if Heaven wants to live and become strong, it must have a reason!

A reason to keep him alive, a reason to become stronger!

"It sounds like the two of us are bullying a poor, lonely old man," Bai Wujie said, stroking his chin and clicking his tongue slightly.

Neither the first nor the second son would give Heaven this reason, because they respected Heaven and therefore would never want Heaven to sacrifice itself for them.

Then, another person must be found to offer a "condition" that Heaven cannot refuse.

Who could that person be?

The candidate has already been chosen.

Just as if reflecting the thoughts of the great power and the white boundary, a crack appeared in the boundless dark void, and then the martial man walked out from it!

His expression was silent, and his aura was extremely restrained. Compared to when he went to that world, Wu Nan seemed to have experienced a lot and had become exceptionally weathered.

Or rather, he became extremely confused.

"Godfather..."

Wu Nan approached Bai Wujie, looked at him, at this person who "shouldn't exist," hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke with difficulty...

"Am I... really the son of Haihu and Guanyue Tong?"

"Of course, you are the sweet child your father slept for, and the child your mother carried for ten months to give birth to."

“But… I don’t seem to be the soul of this era,” Wu Nan said with difficulty and pain.

He crouched down and slowly grasped his hair. His struggle and pain undoubtedly stemmed from a questioning of his own existence.

Yes, the fun Bai Wujie mentioned, the world that Bai Wujie said could allow Wu Nan to truly overcome the final hurdle, where could it be?

It is the origin of Bai Wunan, that era of the Martial God, which spans five thousand years.

There, Wu Nan learned about the original fate of the world, and that five thousand years ago, Hai Hu's sons were only the first and second sons, while he, Bai Wu Nan, belonged to the future.

But he arrived five thousand years ago, an era that did not belong to him, or perhaps another world?

Indeed, it is a parallel world, or you could say a mirror image of reality.

This universe originally did not have an infinite number of parallel worlds like other universes... but everything changed after the powerful beings became powerful beings.

Countless worlds with a single, established timeline extend out from the long branches of the world... They mirror reality; they are reality itself, all moving toward the same outcome.

Bai Wujie, too, is one of those countless real mirror images.

All worlds are mirror images of each other, yet all worlds are the only true reality.

Because when everything reaches its inevitable end, at the single point where all worlds converge—the moment of the ultimate battle of the Martial Gods—truth and falsehood become insignificant.

At the only finish line, the only ultimate powerhouses will determine an absolute victor, and once again decide the status of the "Great Power"!

Then, the universe will once again evolve in the hands of the Great Power.

Whether it's starting over or destroying to create, it all depends on a single thought.

"Yes, you are Bai Wunan from another world."

Bai Wujie looked at his adopted son, but had no intention of comforting or deceiving him. He simply placed his hand on his shoulder and cruelly revealed the truth...

“Your soul comes from another world, but has been reborn here. You are Bai Wunan, your body belongs to this world, but your soul belongs to another era.”

"Why did you do this?" Bai Wunan stood up, staring intently at his godfather, and roared in a low voice...

"Because we yearn for change," Bai Wujie said frankly.

"Only a madman would hope that repeating the same thing countless times would change the outcome. To change something that is already established, you need enough variables. And Wu Nan, you are that variable."

boom!!

Without hesitation, Wu Nan raised his fist and roared as he punched Bai Wujie in the face!

Nine hundred and seventy thousand horsepower, a full-force attack!!

Bai Wujie was instantly blasted away, the immense force propelling him towards the boundless darkness of space... but he didn't care, simply speaking as he flew...

"You can't defy your origins, Takeo. We are all pawns on the chessboard. Only those who reach the very end have the right to become players."

Wu Nan's eyes were bloodshot as he breathed deeply. He was furious because Bai Wujie had deceived him, manipulated him, and fabricated his destiny!

However, Wu Nan had to admit that Bai Wujie had not deceived him after all.

He simply didn't give Wu Nan the answer he had never asked, and even so, he didn't let himself remain in the dark like a fool, but instead gave him the opportunity and the right to see the truth.

Although this cruel truth caused Wu Nan immense pain.

At this moment, all he could do was curl up, embrace his aching body, and try to feel and cover up the pain of self-denial with silent groans.

"Soul and body, the existence of life is truly complex."

Upon returning, Bai Wujie looked at the martial arts man and said quietly...

“But is it really that important? Takeo, I am not you so I cannot understand you, but to me, it is not important.”

Bai Wujie's soul was not from this era, nor was his physical body. But even so, as a traveler who crossed time and space, a wanderer who no longer had a home, Bai Wujie did not feel that anything was wrong.

He was willing to be a pawn and messenger of the Great Power, because everyone in this world is a pawn on the Great Power's chessboard, only some people never realize it in their entire lives.

"Is becoming the ultimate powerhouse really that important to you?" Wu Nan asked hoarsely, looking at his clothes with reddened eyes...

"Of course it's important!" Bai Wujie answered without hesitation.

"I will stop at nothing to become someone who is no longer a pawn. I hate my fate, and I long to change and take control of it forever! And if I can't do that, then let me greet my end in the most magnificent way!"

Wu Nan stared blankly at his adoptive father, whose answer was resolute and unwavering. Bai Wujie thought this way, acted this way, and would never change!

A steadfast, unwavering determination, a resolute yearning for transcendence. Whether it be a magnificent death or a thirst for an opportunity of absolute liberation!

“Godfather…” Wu Nan seemed to have figured something out, stood up, and said in a low voice…

"We really are completely different..."

"Of course, wouldn't it be chaotic if we looked alike? Your older brother is even more unattractive," Bai Wujie joked.