421: Chapter 412 The Sixth Incarnation: Heavenly Venerable (One Hundred)

"Who... are you?!"

The voice of the Dao Monarch of Destiny was like ancient, unmelting ice suddenly shattering, carrying the explosive rage of being fooled, the suspicion of the unknown, and a monstrous killing intent at having his path to the Supreme realm interrupted just as he was about to touch it. It boomed through the Void Realm, which was currently being worshipped by the myriad Daos, yet had suddenly tensed at his words.

The rolling sound waves, carrying the Dao Monarch of Destiny's near-Soul Transformation pressure and the vast Dao Rhyme born from the resonance of the throne of the dao, swept toward the calm man in green below like an invisible, world-ending tsunami!

Wherever they passed, even the cheering River of Resonance of Myriad Daos and the clanging River of Ten Thousand Treasures seemed to tremble slightly and dim for a moment!

This question was not just an inquiry into his identity; it was a declaration, a deterrent, a first and most direct strike against this unknowable, unpredictable variable using his own Dao of destiny and the Supreme power of the fused throne of the dao!

He intended to use this question, backed by the great trend and the power of the throne, to forcibly pry open the other's existence, peer into his Origins, and even... use the power of destiny to carry out an initial definition and suppression!

However, faced with this terrifying pressure and questioning that could shatter the mind and shake the Dao fruit of an ordinary Dao Monarch, the man in the green robe seemed completely oblivious.

He didn't even look at the Dao Monarch of Destiny immediately, nor did he care about the impact of the sound waves carrying the power of destiny's judgment.

His gaze remained calmly fixed on Wei An and Blade Absolute Edge, who were bowing in salute, as if the Dao Monarch of Destiny's earth-shattering roar and pressure were nothing more than a breeze brushing past a mountain, not worth mentioning.

He just watched Wei An and Blade Absolute Edge quietly, looking at their broken yet upright bodies, and the complex, unreadable expressions in their eyes that ultimately turned into joy and relief.

Then, he spoke. His voice was as flat as ever, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains or a gentle breeze through the forest—so natural it lacked any trace of worldliness, yet it reached the ears of Wei An, Blade Absolute Edge, and the minds of every existence present with absolute clarity:

"You've worked hard. Leave the rest to me."

The plain words flowed out naturally, like a stream caressing pebbles.

There were no impassioned promises, no overbearing declarations, only the simplest and most direct instruction.

Yet, it was these words that caused the minds of Wei An and Blade Absolute Edge—which had been tensed to the limit and even carried a sense of entrustment and finality—to suddenly relax.

It was as if a drifting lonely boat had finally seen a harbor, or a long-distance traveler had finally reached their destination.

It was a trust and entrustment that transcended words, originating from the deepest depths of the Soul.

On Wei An's battered face, a brilliant, relief-filled smile finally bloomed, carrying a hint of exhaustion, a touch of liberation, and a deep-seated anticipation.

He took one last look at the calm figure in green, as if a weight of ten thousand tons had been lifted. His already weak fire of Origin flickered gently, like a candle wick that had fulfilled its final mission. Then, his broken dao body, along with that last faint light, turned into specks of the purest Origin light like shifting sand in the wind, silently merging into the roaring, cheering River of Resonance of Myriad Daos, becoming part of that vast Dao Rhyme.

On Blade Absolute Edge's solitary and cold face, an extremely subtle expression of relief also seemed to pass.

He bowed slightly once more toward the man in the green robe, the movement fluid and natural.

Immediately after, his slightly illusory figure also slowly faded like a bubble, turning into countless fine and pure "sharp" Dao Rhyme light-streams. These merged into the clanging, treasure-glowing River of Ten Thousand Treasures, becoming one with the phantoms of endless divine weapons and Magic Treasures, indistinguishable from one another.

There was no impassioned farewell, no tragic sacrifice; everything seemed so calm, so natural.

It was as if the meaning of their existence, everything they had done, all their previous struggles, battles, schemes, and even their posture as bait in a seemingly desperate situation, were all just for this moment—to return the stage completely to the calm man in the green robe.

As Wei An and Blade Absolute Edge dissipated and merged, the roar and light of the River of Resonance of Myriad Daos and the River of Ten Thousand Treasures did not weaken. Instead, they became even grander, more solid, and more... spirited!

It was as if the final and most crucial two bits of spirituality had been injected. These two rivers, symbolizing the Origin of the myriad Daos of the heavens and the Laws of infinite divine weapons, had completely come "alive." They were no longer simple manifestations of Dao Rhyme or gatherings of Magic Treasures, but possessed their own "will"—a "will" that shared the same source and was one with the man in the green robe!

They surrounded the man in the green robe like the most loyal guards, or like an extension of his own body, emitting a sense of Perfection, harmony, and a heart-palpitatingly vast aura.

This scene, so calm it was almost indifferent, was nothing less than the ultimate provocation and insult in the eyes of the Dao Monarch of Destiny!

To ignore his questioning and pressure, to communicate with two Incarnations as if no one else were there, and then to have those two Incarnations dissipate on their own and merge into the rivers of the Great Dao and Magic Treasures, as if completing some kind of "handover" ceremony...

All of this revealed an arrogance that radiated from his very bones, a natural attitude that treated the Dao Monarch of Destiny as if he were nothing!

"Arrogant! Utterly insolent!!!"

The rage, humiliation, and the spark of instinctive fear toward an unknown existence in the Dao Monarch of Destiny's heart, mixed with the Supreme majesty and absolute confidence accumulated from his eons of planning, reversing life and death, and overriding the great trend, erupted completely and without reservation in this moment, like a volcano suppressed for billions of years!

"No matter who you are! No matter your Origins! No matter what schemes you have laid!"

"The 'great trend' is with me! The 'throne of the dao' is with me! The opportunity for 'Soul Transformation' is with me! I, destiny, am the only Supreme, the only sovereign, the only—Dominator of these myriad worlds throughout all of time!"

"Any variable! Any accident! Anyone who tries to block my path to the Dao or disrupt my destiny—"

The Dao Monarch of Destiny took a sudden step forward. The heavenly ladder beneath his feet roared, and the throne of the dao behind him shone brilliantly. Infinite Dao Rhyme and the power of destiny surged frantically into his body like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

His grey dao robes fluttered violently without any wind, his grey-white hair danced wildly, and the Chaos in his eyes turned completely into a grey storm that could destroy everything!

He raised his right hand. It was no longer a phantom grip; his fingers curled as if he were clutching the entire River of destiny, the "fate" and "end" of all living beings in the myriad worlds, and the Supreme power leading to Soul Transformation born from the resonance of the throne of the dao, all within his palm!

A terrifying aura that made the heavens and earth tremble, caused the myriad Daos to wail, and seemed to completely shatter time and space, frantically condensed, compressed, and rose from his palm!

It was no longer a simple "Blade of Destiny," but a Fusion of all the power he could mobilize at a near-Soul Transformation level, his ultimate understanding of the Dao of destiny, and his Supreme will and determination from eons of planning, reversing life and death, and overriding the great trend—

"Shall all—end here!!!"