Mo Rong felt like he was about to go insane!
Never mind whether the opponent’s strength was greater or lesser than his own—the point was, as long as they were on Earth, he simply couldn’t beat them.
How was he supposed to fight if he couldn’t even mobilize energy?
He could use his own demonic qi, but any energy needed to communicate with the world’s rules and borrow the power of heaven and earth.
Only in that way could one unleash sufficiently powerful force.
Every world had its own rules. Relying on the [System], he could perfectly adapt to those rules and bring out his own innate power. But now the rules had suddenly changed and no longer permitted him to use them—so he could only rely on his demonic qi to enhance his physical body and fight in close combat.
How was he supposed to fight like that?
Close combat was definitely not his specialty.
“Can’t you suppress this planet’s rules?”
“It’s just an ordinary planet. However strong its blessing is, could it possibly be stronger than you?”
Mo Rong gritted his teeth and said to the [System] in his mind.
“Ding, detected host inquiry.”
“Earth is special.”
“Special, special—it’s just a mere planet, what could possibly be special about it!”
Mo Rong said coldly.
“Host’s strength is insufficient. Unable to disclose.”
The mechanical voice, devoid of any emotion, spoke in his ear.
“Hmph!”
Mo Rong let out a cold snort, looked at Bai Xuan, and spoke with endless chill in his tone.
“Next time—as long as it’s not on Earth, I will definitely kill you!”
“System, let’s go.”
There was no point in staying any longer under the current circumstances. Leaving was the best choice.
“Ding, initiating spacetime wormhole.”
“Three, two… one. Detected interference from world rules. Spatial rules have shifted. Analysis requires three seconds.”
“Tch!”
Upon hearing the System’s voice, Mo Rong could no longer contain his emotions—his entire being turned violent and savage.
This feeling of being targeted by the planet’s consciousness was absolutely disgusting!
This was not how a powerful being should be treated!
Bai Xuan frowned as he watched Mo Rong, who had just declared he would kill him but then made no move at all.
What was he doing?
After sensing the shift in spatial rules, Bai Xuan came to a realization and let out a soft chuckle.
“Trying to escape? You’ll have to actually manage it first.”
The moment those words fell, a strange power descended upon Mo Rong. Amidst his panic, he discovered that time itself seemed to have frozen—his limbs, every part of his body, had come to a complete standstill.
Though he could still think, the sensation was unbearably agonizing.
By now, the battle had lasted until the night had slowly passed. The rising sunlight fell upon the ground, and endless purple qi surged in from the east. From the sky came the melodious sound of zithers, as though divine maidens were playing. Phantom figures of celestial women, formed from spiritual energy, lifted flower petals from woven baskets and scattered them across the mortal realm.
Countless golden lotuses surged up from the ground, bringing endless life wherever they passed.
Then, as if welcoming the descent of a sovereign, countless mysterious runes flickered into existence between heaven and earth, constantly colliding and intertwining, swirling around Bai Xuan and displaying an air of intimacy.
Bai Xuan seemed not to notice everything he had caused. He simply extended his index finger and lightly tapped the void.
In the air, faint ripples appeared where Bai Xuan’s fingertip touched. Then, under Mo Rong’s incredulous gaze, his body began crumbling away bit by bit—starting from his feet and spreading slowly upward.
His eyes turned bloodshot as he exhausted all his demonic qi to resist this bizarre disintegration and repair his body.
But it was like a stone sinking into the ocean—nothing happened at all. He could only watch as his body continued to dissolve.
“No, no, no!!!”
He roared in fury, unwilling to accept this.
He still had so many things left to accomplish!
He hadn’t yet defeated the Demon Ancestor and repaid a hundredfold the humiliation the Demon Ancestor had inflicted upon him!
He hadn’t yet become the Demon Ancestor and ascended to the highest position among demons.
He hadn’t yet stood at the pinnacle and brought the demon race to the myriad worlds—
He couldn’t just die like this. Absolutely not!
“This world may not be a fully logical world—the existence of ghosts and demons counts as a degree of idealism—but if you want to rely on emotions to strengthen yourself, you still need the acknowledgment of heaven and earth’s rules.”
“But this is Earth.”
Bai Xuan said calmly as he looked at Mo Rong’s condition.
Because this was Earth, if combat power were measured by idealism, then only one person could be idealistic—himself.
Mo Rong looked at Bai Xuan, his eyes glazed over.
Behind Bai Xuan, he seemed to see a vast and magnificent existence, surrounded by endless stars. Each star was a great world, containing countless living beings and endless phenomena. Countless gods, sages, and demon kings knelt in worship at its side.
As if sensing his gaze, that great existence turned its eyes toward him.
In the end, Mo Rong died.
When half of his body had crumbled away, he suddenly died.
As though he had seen something beautiful, he actually wore a satisfied smile before death.
Bai Xuan was somewhat puzzled by this. He didn’t seem to have used any illusion techniques—or had the opponent conjured up a fantasy world for himself in his final moments?
Like those words from his past life that someone once said, which broke countless readers’ hearts—for example:
There is no such thing as the unparalleled Huang Tian Emperor who dominated all eras—he was just a child whose supreme bone had been dug out, experiencing one last dream before death.
There is no such thing as the number one in the world, Xu Fengnian—he was just a beggar, having one final fantasy before death.
There is no such thing as the Heaven-Covering Ye Emperor who shrouded the sky with one hand—he was just a young man who went traveling to Mount Tai, encountered an earthquake, and had one last grand dream before passing.
Vile brats, how dare you disturb my Dao heart!
Just thinking about such words made Bai Xuan shake his head involuntarily. He absolutely refused to acknowledge such things.
Turning around, Bai Xuan saw Uncle Nine, who had at some point already knelt down. Perhaps it was Bai Xuan’s imagination, but he actually saw faith in the old man’s eyes?
“Purple qi from the east, celestial maidens scattering flowers, golden lotuses surging from the earth, countless rules manifesting—these phenomena cannot be wrong.”
“Not a sage’s descent, not an immortal’s arrival, not a god’s reincarnation!”
“This is the evolution of the Dao—the Child of the Great Dao!”
No one could understand what Uncle Nine was feeling right now. Every Daoist pursued the Dao.
In the eyes of Daoists, gods were created by men, and immortals were cultivated by men.
What they truly believed in was the “Dao”!
They believed that everything in heaven and earth was an evolution of the “Dao”—trees, flowers, plants, birds, beasts, the cosmos, and the stars were all evolved from the “Dao.”
The Daoist scriptures record: The Dao is “the thread of nothingness, the root of creation, the foundation of the divine, the origin of heaven and earth.” “All phenomena are born from it, and the five elements are formed by it.”
The universe, yin and yang, and the five elements were all born from it.
Throughout history, when sages descended, immortals arrived, or gods reincarnated, they would all cause phenomena—but the phenomena they triggered could never match the scale of what Bai Xuan had caused. It was as if the entire world was celebrating Bai Xuan’s arrival.
This was simply the descent of the Child of the Great Dao!
