If all of this were described with words, it would be too slow. In truth, everything that had happened in the image had only occurred for an instant.
In the instant that Wang Baole agreed to watch the afterimage of his own future, he had already made his preparations. Naturally, he knew that the will of the Book of Destiny had been suppressed, and that this was the will of the blood-colored centipede from the future. Since it had come, it obviously had a strong purpose.
In that case, whether or not Meng Hao agreed didn't make any difference. The only difference … was that the centipede was too confident in itself. It seemed to be above everything else, as if it were playing with its own fate. That was its only weakness.
If Meng Hao could seize that weakness, he might be able to resolve the matter!
And if he couldn't resolve the matter … Wang Baole didn't want to think about the consequences. There wasn't enough time, and his thoughts didn't allow him to worry about failure. The appearance of the Waning Moon magic had indeed given him … a chance at survival!
After all … this was the Great Dao of Wang Yiyi's father. After all, it wasn't a divine ability that was limited to this universe. After all, when Wang Baole gained enlightenment from his previous life, he had borrowed the enlightenment of others to leave this world!
Therefore, even though his Waning Moon couldn't compare to Fleeting Moon, it was still a supreme divine ability in this universe. Its rank was extremely high. Therefore, when he used it now, even though the origin of the hand was mysterious and unfathomable, it was still slightly affected.
In the instant that it was affected, the zombie image that appeared on Wang Baole's body roared out the word "Light." Instantly, the area around him was covered by a vast sea of light. The light pierced through the air, dispelling all of the blur and converging toward the incoming hand.
It was as if the hand wanted to cleanse all of the darkness it represented within the boundless light. However, the Dao Will contained within the hand had reached a shocking level. Therefore, the efforts of the zombie in his previous life, even if he had forcibly gained enlightenment into a beam of light, still couldn't compare!
The most that happened was that the hand became slightly more transparent. However, that wasn't the end. After the light, the powerful Grievous Armament that emerged from Wang Baole's body seemed to have unleashed all the power that it had accumulated in its previous life. It gathered all of its power and slashed down!
This slash caused the sea of light to tremble violently as it was torn apart. As for the hand within the sea of light, it was directly slashed at the fingertip by the resentful weapon.
As the rumbling sound echoed, the tip of his finger trembled slightly and a crack appeared!
Almost in the same moment that the rift appeared, the image of the Chosen of a Generation appeared around Wang Baole. It transformed into a boundless black aura that exploded out. This black aura was the hatred of his previous life!
Hating the heavens, hating the earth, hating all living things, hating the universe, hating all the limits of sight, hating all the limits of cognition!
However, within the sea of light, the black aura clearly contained hatred. It was like a boundless darkness, but … it was like the light, like the dust, like the light, like the dust. It was as if it didn't exist on its own. It charged towards the fingertip that had been slashed by the resentful weapon.
When it came into contact with the fingertip, there was no rumbling sound. Instead, all of the black aura rushed into the hand through the crack on the fingertip and exploded madly within it!
It caused the translucent hand to instantly turn murky. However, all of this … was not over yet. The Xinhuo God appeared and let out a deafening roar as he punched out. It was as if he wanted to gather all of his power into his fist. It was filled with doubts about the heavens and the earth, doubts about the truth of the world, an indescribably intense headache, and madness. When the fist landed, it was combined with the divine abilities of the previous incarnations. Instantly, the crack on the fingertip of the hand widened by several times!
It covered the entire finger, covering half of the hand!
As the cracks spread, Wang Baole's little white deer dashed out suddenly. It carried a sense of confusion formed from its stubbornness towards the heavens and earth. It carried a stubbornness formed from its stubbornness towards the world. The little white deer used its stubbornness to shatter the cosmos in its lifetime to meet the finger head-on. As it screeched, it viciously …
It rammed its head into the finger!
A rumbling sound immediately erupted in the void that was enveloped by the sea of light, resentful aura, hatred, and madness. The little white deer's antlers instantly crumbled, and its body shattered. However, the hand … the hand that was filled with cracks seemed to have reached its limit. It began to break into pieces!
Unfortunately … it only broke into pieces. It didn't completely collapse!
The hand split into five fingers and three palms. They spread out in front of Wang Baole, but they didn't disappear. They were like centipedes that had been cut in half. They continued to struggle as they attempted to close in on Wang Baole from all eight directions!
Wang Baole's eyes shone with a sharp light. As the eight palms closed in on him, he closed his eyes. A black wooden board … suddenly appeared around him!
As soon as it appeared, it began to expand. In the blink of an eye, the black wooden board, which had previously been so large that it could be held with one hand, suddenly grew to the size of a person. It looked like … a coffin!
It appeared in the void. It was pitch black, and it emanated an archaic aura. Its appearance caused the void to tremble. The fingers and palms of the approaching hand also trembled, as if they were hesitating.
In that moment of hesitation, Wang Baole merged into the black wooden board. He leaped up, causing the coffin-like black wooden board to rise up into the air. It was as if an invisible giant had grabbed the black wooden board, then … smashed it down toward the eight palms of the hand!
POW!
A crisp sound echoed out, causing the void to begin to collapse. Ripples spread out in all directions, causing the void to collapse even more rapidly. In fact, it was possible to see the surface of a mirror as it began to shatter.
Along with it, the eight palms of the hand began to shatter!
The three palms were instantly destroyed. The four fingers also seemed to be unable to hold on, and began to dissipate. Only the index finger remained. Cracks spread out across its surface, but it was still able to hold on. The tip of the finger began to fade, and a face could be seen on its surface. The finger itself was illusory, and the body of a centipede could be seen!
It looked at Wang Baole, and its eyes shone with an intense light. An expression of pleasant surprise could be seen on its face, as if this defeat and collapse were not a bad thing. In fact, it seemed to be a good thing.
"Very good. You really didn't disappoint me ….
"Although this is only one of my countless thoughts, to be able to disperse it …. You have given me quite a pleasant surprise.
"The black wooden board …. I'm becoming more and more interested in you. What I'm even more curious about … is your origin ….
"Interesting. Very interesting. I'm about to awaken. When I fully awaken, we will meet again. And that day … is not far off." Amidst the strange laughter, the finger formed by the centipede disappeared in a blur. Almost at the same time it disappeared, the void shattered completely.
In the next moment, when Wang Baole opened his eyes, he found himself standing on the island at the mouth of Planet Heavenly Fate's volcano. In front of him was Heavenly Dharma Lord, as well as … the Book of Destiny, which was clearly dimming under his palm.
Wang Baole didn't care about the gasps around him and the shocked gazes of the old servant. After a few breaths of silence, he first checked the Book of Destiny. After confirming that the Book of Destiny's consciousness had awakened, he raised his head and looked at Heavenly Dharma Lord, who was also looking at him with a puzzled expression.
After a moment of silence, Wang Baole asked, "How long did I meditate this time?"
"Seven whole days!" Heavenly Dharma Lord replied softly.
"Seven days …." Wang Baole murmured. Following that, a sense of weakness spread out from his body, as if he had completely overdrawn himself. He felt like he was barely able to stand.
However, his eyes shone brightly. This was because Wang Baole knew that this time, he had avoided a crisis. If he had failed, he would have been possessed, and the afterimages that the Divine Emperor's disciples, the Nine States Dao Child, Xing Jingzi, and Xie Haiyang saw in the future were not his own!
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