Chapter 640: Fall of a Demigod (Two in One)

The moment Luo Sheng's figure emerged, the infant's movements paused once more.

In the split second before his consciousness stagnated, he saw the figure opposite him clearly. Shock filled his small face.

It was a smiling man in a suit and tie, exuding an extraordinary aura.

Why was there another one?!!

He wondered if the era outside had completely changed.

Three people had actually used the exact same ability to suppress him.

Was this ability being handed out wholesale?!

But there was no time to think. The next second, the sky tore open. A massive chasm appeared, dark lightning flashing within as an ink-black river cascaded down, rushing straight toward the infant.

Only when it drew close did the infant look into the inky river and see a giant standing within.

That giant looked exactly like the old man in the distance who had dragged him out, only the weird energy churning around him was vastly stronger. The giant brought down a fist!!!

"Pfft—"

Blood sprayed from the infant's mouth again.

The final mark on his forehead dimmed.

This was the last time his origin power could die in his place.

"Boom!!!"

In the exact instant that mark faded, the skin all over the infant's body completely fractured.

Black flesh grew madly outward from the cracks, shattering his outer shell.

In the blink of an eye, the infant transformed into an adult-sized figure. Small and large cysts and tentacles covered his shifting flesh, making him look like a massive mound of rotting meat.

"You—"

Before he could finish, his pupils shrank. He saw a figure emerge in the distance.

Red hair, red robes, and an icy expression. Striding forward, he carried a Bow in his hand.

The infant did not recognize this figure, but he subconsciously shivered. An ominous premonition washed over him.

Not even daring to finish his threat, he pointed at the group from afar.

"Folly, folly, folly!!!"

He raised his hand and unleashed a three-hit combo.

Normally, when facing a group who weren't even at the Demigod Realm, he should have been able to crush them all with a twitch of his finger. But their bizarre ability to dissolve weird energy made him wary.

Therefore, he opted for a maximum-speed triple strike.

As long as one hit landed, it would be enough to make them suffer.

At least, that was what he had calculated.

But...

Mao Si, Luo Sheng, and the newly arrived Xue Mo raised their hands.

Three bursts of Praying for Death Evolution descended.

The infant's expression drastically changed, but it was too late.

Xue Mo raised his hand.

Faster Time.

A massive Bow that seemed to blot out the sky was drawn back in the air. The bowstring trembled, and an arrow manifested.

The fiery clouds and radiant light filling the sky converged completely into the arrowhead.

The sky was torn in half by the drawn bowstring.

The arrow left the string, yet it did not fly toward the infant. Instead, a black shadow appeared at the distant horizon, right in front of the rising sun hidden in the mist.

The next instant, accompanied by a soft snap, the sky suddenly darkened.

The rising sun that had just been faintly visible shattered like a pierced lightbulb, losing its former brilliance.

And between heaven and earth, a new "sun" appeared.

Every single strand of Xue Mo's long hair was now crystal clear. The blood-red hue had faded into a flawless pure white, and a dreamlike seven-colored light clung to his body.

His blood-red robes transformed into pure white ceremonial garbs, and his feet left the ground, hovering in the air.

Divinity.

Dense divinity manifested across the world.

Facing such an overwhelming presence, it was briefly hard to tell who the true Deity was—him or the infant.

"Boom!!!"

Yan Jing took a step forward, using blink to appear right in front of the infant, and brought down a fist.

It was still a punch thrown at the cost of his life!

But this time, it was a punch from Xue Mo, who had transformed into "Yi" after liberating his bloodline!

"Urgh!!!"

The infant's body flew backward like a kite with a snapped string. All the cysts across his body burst open at the exact same time, spewing pitch-black blood.

Boundless divinity scattered from his chest into the world, falling like specks of light.

"Thump, thump, thump!!!"

The infant's heart beat forcefully, desperately trying to pump blood to the rest of his body.

He wasn't growing stronger; his body was just trying to save his life.

There were no more marks on the infant's forehead to save him.

The heart beat in defiance, unwilling to let the infant die just like this.

His body hovered in the air, rising and falling with the rhythm of his heart. His eyes stared blankly at the sky, his pupils slowly dilating.

"Wuu, wuu—"

In the distance, faint sobbing could be heard.

It was as if a giant existence crouched in the clouds, hidden above the horizon, weeping and mourning the infant's impending passing.

In the sky, countless orbs of light suddenly materialized.

Those fragmented orbs of light had existed since time immemorial. They were the "knowledge" that belonged exclusively to the Folly Pathway.

No, calling it knowledge might not be entirely accurate. It would be better to call it the "entirety" of this Pathway.

But right now, those orbs of light that had endured countless eons were continuously shattering. Alongside the last Deity of Folly in this world, they were heading toward complete dissipation.

They transformed into countless streams of light, plummeting toward the ground and becoming the final touch of splendor they would ever leave on this world.

For a time, fluorescent light illuminated the sky, and rosy clouds drifted about.

This scene caused countless residents of Old Sin City to look up. They gazed at the "fireworks" falling from the sky, clueless as to what had happened.

"Heh, heh..."

The infant laughed.

He could no longer control his body. He could only let his gaze linger on the sky as all sorts of memories flashed through his mind.

Finally, his thoughts flashed back to the present.

And then...

He twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed again.

"Heh, heh..."

He didn't even know what he was laughing at—whether he was laughing at himself or at such an ending.

He had endured thousands of eons, suffered through countless minutes and seconds, yet he never expected that his emergence would immediately mark his end.

Ending at the hands of a group of people whose identities he didn't even know.

He remembered tens of thousands of years ago, before he had fallen asleep. For a brief moment back then, he had actually considered that he might meet such an end.

He had heard many stories like this: when a Deity awakened and became an existence this world could no longer tolerate, a group of geniuses from that era would treat them as a villain and kill them.

But when this scene truly came to pass, he still laughed.

Yi Ji, Mao Si, Luo Sheng, and Xue Mo had already struck at the same time.

"You win..." the infant said, looking at the four of them with a hoarse voice.

"But you haven't won completely."

The corners of his mouth curled up.

He looked at the four who had blinked in front of him.

"That woman is someone you care about, isn't she?"

"How could I possibly not leave a backup plan?"

Yan Jing did not sense any weird energy fluctuations from the infant.

The opponent was already a candle in the wind, yet he remained so confident. That left only one possibility.

The infant's countermeasures had long since been planted inside Mantou's body.

"Boom!!!"

A beam of black light erupted in midair in the distance, completely shattering space.

Mantou's figure floated out from an alternate space. One black crack after another appeared across her body.

"Remain in Folly for eternity."

The infant laughed.

He had lost, but Folly would not die.

There was still one ultimate person of Folly left in this world.

This girl would become an existence that could neither understand the world nor be understood by it, living on for all eternity.

He laughed, his laughter filled with absolute satisfaction.

Until...

A figure appeared in front of him.

It was a handsome man wearing a simple white shirt paired with jeans, a faint smile on his face.

But none of that was the key point.

The crucial point was that he was a human.

A human.

Appearing right in front of him.

What was he trying to do?

The infant watched as Yan Jing placed his index finger on his body.

"This is your final worth."

Yan Jing said calmly, "Folly does not die, sir."

The next instant, Tiger, Chen Nian, Old Master Liu—no, all the residents of Old Sin City—froze at the exact same time.

As the light on Yan Jing's index finger slowly brightened, the orbs of light hovering over the entirety of Old Sin City, which had been heading toward extinction, were actually "reversing."

The vanished portions were being restored, the plummeting spheres were rising, and the dispersed divinity was now flowing backward.

Clusters of light and streams of fluorescence were reversing and reshaping themselves!!!

It was like turning back time.

The giant at the horizon no longer sobbed; instead, it let out a joyous cheer.

Bursts of light bloomed in the sky like fireworks.

As if celebrating the revival of the Folly Pathway.

Everyone watched this miraculous scene, awe involuntarily appearing on their faces.

Only the infant's face turned pale.

He stared at Yan Jing, looking on in a daze.

He couldn't figure out why all that divinity was currently flowing into the body of the human across from him.

His own divinity, his own abilities, and even his Divine Throne were now being stripped away and crowned upon this opponent.

"Folly does not die."

Yan Jing smiled and said, "Thank you."

The infant twitched the corners of his mouth.

He couldn't wrap his mind around it anymore.

His rapidly fading life made it impossible for him to think through such complicated matters.

But he knew that his end had arrived.

Everything he had plotted had now turned to dust.

"Folly does not die."

He looked at Yan Jing and finally spoke softly.

From now on, Yan Jing was the sole existence of the Folly Pathway in this world.

The infant's body dissipated between heaven and earth.

With a calm expression, Yan Jing took a step forward, arriving in front of Mantou, whose body was covered in cracks. He reached out a finger and gathered all those pitch-black lines into his own body.

"Hoo— Hoo—"

Mantou's breathing grew steady once more.

On the ground, Chen Nian, Tiger, and the Old Man watched this scene and let out long sighs of relief at the exact same time.

The three of them exchanged glances, each seeing the joy in the others' eyes.

They had succeeded.

They had truly succeeded.

They had rescued someone from a Demigod Realm expert and had even killed one.

That was a demigod!

The strongest existence around, second only to the Deities who could not descend upon the mortal world.

Yet he had died just like that.

Truly and thoroughly died.

"You brat!!! Get down here!!"

Just then, Boss Rat ran over and roared at Mao Si in the air.

His expression was stern, and the tie on his chest trembled slightly.

Mao Si's body shuddered, and he immediately flashed an incredibly forced smile.

"Papa, isn't your son handsome?"

"Handsome my ass!!!"

Furious, Papa Rat grabbed a small pebble from the ground and hurled it into the air, hitting Mao Si right on the head.

"You've really grown some nerve, picking a fight with a demigod!!!!"

Mao Si clutched his forehead and quickly said, "Papa, listen to my explanation."

He snapped his fingers, and the two of them vanished from the spot together.

Watching this, the Old Man and the other two stared blankly.

A moment later, the Old Man seemed to snap back to reality and happily waved at Luo Sheng.

"Young Master!!!! I'm right here!"

"Master Liu!"

Luo Sheng smiled and descended next to the Old Man.

"Shall we find a place to catch up?"

"Sure."

The Old Man looked at Tiger and Chen Nian beside him.

"These are my friends!"

"Hello, hello!"

Luo Sheng gave a bright smile.

"Although I wish we could all chat together, it looks like they have their own things to deal with. How about... we go chat over there for a bit?"

Hearing this, the Old Man looked at Tiger and Chen Nian. Sure enough, the two were staring at different figures in the sky. He nodded.

"Alright, alright. We have plenty of time anyway. Young Master, have you eaten? Let's find a restaurant. I know this one place..."

The Old Man and Luo Sheng walked off into the distance, quickly disappearing from sight.

Only Tiger and Chen Nian remained on the ground.

Tiger turned his head and looked at Chen Nian.

Seeing Chen Nian staring intently at a figure in the sky, he finally had to speak up first.

"Mr. Yi Ji!!!"

He shouted at Yi Ji, who was holding Mantou in the air.

"Should we find a place to chat too?"

"I have some things I want to tell you regarding Advent Day."

Tiger felt a bit awkward after speaking. The young couple was hugging each other, yet here he was saying such things. It seemed a bit tone-deaf.

But Yi Ji nodded.

"Mm, let's go. And Rose, you come too."

"Oh, okay."

Rose didn't know what had happened either. She just heard her boss calling her, so she nodded blankly.

Shortly after, the group also vanished from the spot.

With that, only three people were left in the entirety of Old Sin City.

Yan Jing's original body, Xue Mo, and Chen Nian.

"You don't need to mind me."

Yan Jing smiled and started walking out of the city.

"I have other things to take care of."

Soon, Yan Jing also disappeared.

Only Xue Mo and Chen Nian remained between heaven and earth.

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Yan Jing, currently viewing things from Xue Mo's perspective, looked at the system prompt floating before him, his expression unchanging.

"Long time no see."

Chen Nian's expression was cold, his voice as hoarse as ever.

"Mm."

Yan Jing nodded, his expression even colder than Chen Nian's.

"I thought you were already dead."

"What a coincidence, I thought the same."

Chen Nian said coldly.

Strands of weird energy involuntarily bloomed around both of them, and a powerful aura erupted between the two.

The winds and clouds stirred once more across the previously calm heaven and earth.

The people scattered everywhere watched the anomaly in the sky from afar, blinking involuntarily.

Just as everyone thought a battle was unavoidable...

Suddenly, a pendant floated out from Chen Nian's chest.

Seeing that pendant, Yan Jing froze. He remembered that Xue Mo should also have...

Sure enough, the very next second, a pendant floated out from his own pocket.

It was something Xue Jie had once given to Xue Mo.

It could be considered a keepsake.

And Chen Nian's pendant was no exception.

The two pendants slowly drew closer together in the air, glowing with a soft radiance. They looked as if they had originally been split from the same piece.

"This is something I'm leaving for the most important people to me. Other than you, you weird Nian-Nian, only my giant iceberg of an older brother has one."

Chen Nian looked at the two pendants that seemed to be dancing together, remembering the words Xue Jie had spoken to him back then.

Suddenly...

Some hatred that had lingered for a very, very long time simply dissipated.

There was nothing left to hate.

They were the family members Xue Jie had left behind for each other in this world.

Let it be.

"Do you want to grab a drink together?"

Xue Mo said coldly.

Chen Nian stayed silent for a few seconds before nodding.

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