415: Chapter 406 The Sixth Incarnation: Heavenly Venerable (Ninety-Four)

How utterly self-evident this is!

What a complete inversion of priorities!

"Madman! A complete and utter madman!" Dao Lord of Death laughed in extreme rage, his aura of deathly silence permeating the air like an abyss. "I have seen countless maniacs, but never have I seen a madman like you, who places yourself above the Dao!"

"Useless to say more!" In the silver eyes of the Dao Lord of Time, the phantom of the River of Time boiled. "Attack together! We absolutely cannot let him touch the throne of the dao! Otherwise, given this wretch's Heart-Nature, none of us will survive today!"

The Nine Most Ancient Dao Lords hesitated no longer; even though they suffered the backlash of the killing tribulation and their Dao Foundation was unstable, at this moment, they erupted completely!

They held nothing back, burning their remaining Origin, and pushed their residual power of the Dao to the extreme. It transformed into nine terrifying torrents that tore through Chaos and shook destiny, surging upwards from below toward the end of the Heavenly Staircase, ruthlessly bombarding that grey figure who stood with hands behind his back, seemingly admiring the scenery!

The Blade of Time sliced through eternity, the Divine Light of Order extinguished all laws, the Deathly Silence of death devoured life, and the Chaos Return to Ruins re-enacted the Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind...

The nine Root Great Dao, driven by desperation and boundless rage, joined forces once again. Their momentum was even more resolute and terrifying than when they had intercepted Shangqing and Yuqing before!

Because this time, they were facing an even more mysterious, even more powerful, and even more "insane" enemy—a madman who viewed the "Soul Transformation opportunity" as a stepping stone, viewed them as ants, and viewed himself as "destiny" itself!

Boom——!!

The nine terrifying attacks, capable of destroying the Great Thousand Worlds and resetting the Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind, contained the kill-will of the Nine Most Ancient Dao Lords burning their Origin in rage. They tore through the frozen time and space, disrupted the Order of Chaos, and surged toward the grey figure at the end of the Heavenly Staircase with the resolve to destroy everything!

However, facing this joint attack capable of causing any Dao Lord to fall and making the myriad worlds tremble, the Dao Monarch of Destiny simply pressed down gently and uttered those two extremely plain words:

"Noisy."

The grey Dao Rhyme of destiny, like the softest mist, permeated silently and instantly enveloped the entire area.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no world-destroying explosion.

The nine torrents of attacks, terrifying to the extreme, seemed to encounter an incomprehensible and irresistible "rule" the moment they touched this grey mist—or rather, "destiny."

The Blade of Time, slashed out by the Dao Lord of Time and capable of cutting through eternal years, had its trajectory involuntarily deflected the instant it entered the range of the grey mist. It was as if it had been gently nudged by an invisible giant hand. Instead of striking the Dao Monarch of Destiny, it collided with the Divine Light of Order from the Dao Lord of Order beside it; Time and Order mutually eroded each other and annihilated into nothingness.

The Divine Light of Order from the Dao Lord of Order, which should have extinguished all laws and defined rules, rapidly became dim and chaotic within the grey mist. It was as if the "Order" it represented was denied and covered by an existence of a higher level, ultimately disintegrating on its own.

The power of Deathly Silence of death from the Dao Lord of Death, which devoured all life, seemed to encounter its nemesis in the grey mist. Not only could it not erode the grey mist in the slightest, but the grey mist seemed to have a life of its own, spreading backward along the power of death. It actually made the Dao Lord of Death himself feel a strong aura of destiny, as if "destined to fall," wrapping around him, terrifying him into quickly cutting off the connection and retreating several steps.

The attacks of the other Ancient Venerables, no matter how mysterious or strange their characteristics, or how vast and majestic their power, all encountered a similar, almost "absurd" ending before this seemingly thin and gentle grey Dao Rhyme of destiny—

Either they deviated on their own, canceled each other out, were easily "denied," or conversely eroded themselves!

It was as if all their attacks, all their actions, and all their "possibilities" of resistance had long been written into some established "destiny." And at this moment, the Dao Monarch of Destiny had simply plucked that "string," causing these attacks to proceed along the trajectories that were already "destined"—the most useless, and even the most harmful to themselves.

"This... how is this possible?!"

The Dao Lord of Time's pupils shrank, and for the first time, an unbelievable horror appeared in his eyes.

He could feel that it was not the power of the Dao Monarch of Destiny that had crushed them in a "head-on collision," but that the moment their attacks were "launched," their "results" had already been "destined"!

This was a terrifying suppression that transcended the confrontation of power and reached the level of "causal inevitability"!

It was the true, absolute control over "destiny"!

"He... has he really reached that threshold?! Or even... more than just reached it?!"

Nine Ancient Venerables, joining forces for a single strike, were actually resolved into nothingness so casually, almost like child's play!

Furthermore, they themselves had suffered varying degrees of backlash and impact to their Dao Heart!

This was no longer a question of a gap in strength; it was more like... a crushing of dimensions and levels!

It was like a Mortal brandishing a sword, attempting to attack a "god" who controlled their birth, aging, sickness, death, and the trajectory of their destiny—futile and ridiculous!

The Dao Monarch of Destiny did not even glance at the dissipating aftermath of the attacks; he slowly withdrew his palm, as if he had merely brushed away dust from before his eyes.

His grey eyes calmly swept over the nine faces below filled with shock, fury, and even a trace of despair, as if sweeping over a few pebbles by the roadside.

Then, he took a step forward and finally stood firmly before that "throne of the dao."

He did not sit down immediately but turned slightly to face downward again, facing those Nine Most Ancient Dao Lords who had once stood side-by-side with him but now appeared so disheveled and insignificant.

His grey hair fluttered slightly, and on his Dao robes, the Light and Shadow of destiny flowed silently, reflecting the myriad phenomena of the heavens, the cycles of life, death, and Reincarnation.

He stood beside the radiant throne of the dao, yet he himself seemed to have become the center of this world, the Dominator of that invisible web of destiny.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, not pointing at anyone, but simply grasping into the void.

In an instant, with him as the center, the entire frozen Void Realm—no, the entire mysterious realm where the "throne of the dao" and the "Heavenly Staircase" were located, and even vaguely including the residual influence of that "Eternal Instant," as well as the existence of the Nine Ancient Venerables themselves—all seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand!

There were no earth-shattering energy fluctuations, only the arrival of an absolute, unquestionable "inevitability"!

The Dao Monarch of Destiny looked down calmly at the Nine Most Ancient Dao Lords below, who were forcibly frozen by the power of "destiny," unable to move, and could only express their endless shock, fury, and despair with their eyes.

Then, the Dao Monarch of Destiny spoke. His voice was not loud, but it sounded like the Heavenly Sound of the Dao, resounding in the deepest part of every existence's Soul. It carried an absolute majesty that dominated all things and adjudicated destiny, proclaiming a new era—or rather, the beginning of an eternal epoch belonging to "destiny":

"Today, the Dao belongs to me."

"From now on, I am—"

The Dao Monarch of Destiny's gaze slowly swept over the Nine Ancient Venerables. In those grey eyes, there was no emotion, only a pure, cold, and unquestionable "inevitability."

"Who dares to disobey?"