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Chapter 126 - Heaven's will... is not omnipotent

"Go."

Fang Yuan's voice was soft — calm, even — but it echoed with finality through the stillness of the suspended world.

After seventy hours of unceasing refinement — seventy hours of molding flesh with heavenly lightning and binding soul with Dao essence — his new body stood complete.

He dismissed the remaining Immortal Gu, storing them with precision.

The Gu harvested from the formless hands, the remnants of the storm, and those forged by the chaos — all vanished into his new aperture.

Then, silently, his soul descended — merging with his reborn vessel.

A faint ripple passed through the Imperial Court Blessed Land as the fusion completed.

Fang Yuan opened his eyes.

His gaze swept over his hands, his limbs, his skin, his flesh — and deeper still into his body.

He murmured:

"Finally... successful."

"Rank 10 — Immortal Sovereign Body."

"Immortal Aperture, complete."

His thoughts sank inward, piercing through his dantian into the newly formed world inside him.

And what he saw was...

Miniature Five Regions.

Miniature Nine Heavens.

Law-bound rivers, floating islands, mountain chains shimmering with Dao light.

It was the same structure as the aperture in his previous life.

But it was not the same.

This was not a Rank Nine Sovereign Immortal Fetus Gu.

This was Rank Ten — a true Immortal Sovereign Body.

And it carried an inherent foundation of over 100,000 Dao Marks in every path.

There was no need to consume other apertures to maintain it.

It was complete from birth.

Time flowed at a terrifying 1:100 ratio. One day outside equaled a hundred inside.

It was a world.

It was a weapon.

But, It was not absolute.

Still, this was not what Fang Yuan valued most.

"My greatest profit… is my attainments."

His voice was low, thoughtful — but laced with satisfaction that few in history could claim.

"Supreme Grandmaster in heaven path, refinement path, theft path, wisdom path, dream path, eternal path, food path, transformation path, qi path, and time path."

"Quasi-Supreme Grandmaster in blade, blood, dark, enslavement, formation, human, ice and snow, information, light, luck, metal, painting, phantom, pill, poison, rule, soul, sound, space, star, strength, sword, water, wind, wood..."

He exhaled slowly.

It was not happiness that shone in his eyes — it was unshakable confidence.

A cultivator who had defied heaven, halted its judgment, and used its wrath as fuel to temper himself.

Above, the sky had cleared. The tribulation — gone.

Vanished without a trace.

Fang Yuan slowly lifted his gaze.

A faint smile played across his lips — cold, sharp, dangerous.

It wasn't joy. It wasn't triumph. It was certainty.

"Heaven... never imagined it could be stopped. That its tribulation could be seized, unraveled, and used to temper the very thing it wished to destroy."

He raised a hand, fingers brushing through the dissipating currents of heavenly might, now broken and dissolved.

"Heaven's will... is not omnipotent."

His voice was calm. Each word weighed like a mountain.

His eyes, once locked on the present, drifted — beyond the moment, beyond the era.

They turned toward a storm that had not yet arrived… but whose memory he still carried from a future erased.

"Temporal Demon Venerable."

"Nuclear Demon Venerable."

He spoke their names not with reverence, but with absolute awareness — as one calamity acknowledging two others.

They were not legends to him.

They were not myths.

They were real — Venerables that tore apart the heavens.

Venerables that erased entire existence with a single wave.

Temporal Demon Venerable — the one who defied time, inventing the killer move Space-Time Lock, halting tribulations and bending eras like threads.

Nuclear Demon Venerable — an originator of an entirely new path: Nuclear Path, unknown to this world, unnatural, devastating.

Like Fang Yuan, they were otherworldly demons — invaders from beyond the cycle of fate, wielders of alien logic and forbidden power.

"If they appear again," Fang Yuan murmured, eyes narrowing, "then my entire attainments... becomes meaningless."

He stood in silence, that thought hanging over him like a shadow deeper than any tribulation.

He had climbed out of death. He had defied heaven.

He had walked against fate, broken through time, and shattered his limitations.

But against them — those who rewrote reality like him, who stepped outside the Gu World's comprehension — even his supreme efforts would be washed away like dust in a storm.

"I cannot allow that."

His gaze lowered.

Inside his aperture, nestled among vast streams of flowing qi and suspended worlds, sat a Gu — intricate, cold, and ancient.

A spider-shaped Gu.

Fate Gu.

No longer shattered. No longer recovered.

It pulsed with quiet, terrifying power.

Fang Yuan's voice was a whisper, yet firmer than steel:

"This time... Fate Gu cannot be destroyed."

...

"It… stopped." Feng Jin Huang whispered hoarsely, blood staining her lips, her gaze locked onto the heavens as if unable to believe what she saw.

Beside her stood Feng Jiu Ge and Bai Qing, their figures small beneath the vast firmament.

The sky, once a theater of catastrophe, now lay eerily calm—no formless hands, no tribulation clouds, nothing.

Feng Jiu Ge spoke, his voice low, each word heavy like stone, "We were lucky."

"Central Continent faced only the formless hands."

"But the other four regions…" He paused, eyes darkening, "The death toll is in the billions."

His words hung in the air like a funeral bell.

Feng Jiu Ge lifted his head, gazing at the sky.

A creeping chill ran down his spine.

There was something… wrong.

A shift in fate, imperceptible, but vast.

He felt it in his soul — a thread snapping, the quiet before a calamity that had not yet shown its face.

'Why do I feel like this?' he thought.

It gnawed at him, like a half-remembered dream or a prophecy buried deep within his soul.

The cause… evaded him, but the answer... hovered just outside his grasp.

A profound intuition whispered in his heart, a dreadful omen — if he did nothing, he would lose something irreplaceable.

No… not just him.

The world.

Something precious was on the verge of vanishing.

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