Dreams and fists shatter the sky

Chapter 293: Chapter 293 The True Antagonist

The situation on the Abyss Chessboard suddenly stabilized. Zhao Huaiyi's group gathered together, advancing towards the King's square.

The enemy's five individuals, however, remained motionless, standing in a row two steps away from the King's square.

The Ghost Lord sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes indifferent as he looked up at the sky, mentally calculating everything that was about to unfold.

If by tomorrow his square ahead remained unmarked in black, it would signify that their side had not won a single match in the Luminous Sword Convention.

Then, there would be no choice but to take the initiative and rush into the King's square. Because the color of that square couldn't be changed even by Ye An, who wielded four privileges and surrounded the King's square, they couldn't harm the life within.

Capturing the King's square would bring the initiative back into their hands.

But in reality, it would be better not to capture it.

A glimmer of anticipation appeared in the Ghost Lord's eyes.

On the Heaven's Star, the Celestial Initiator had died, but her abilities hadn't dissipated. Instead, they roamed through the myriad worlds, finding the person who still had the other half of her bloodline. She even brought back the other half of her own essence.

All the powers of the Celestial Initiator were now before the Ghost Lord.

But he couldn't accept them because his body couldn't bear such levels of energy.

However, he was exceptionally gifted and immediately thought of a solution.

The success rate was low, and it bordered on insanity. If he failed, the price would be his life.

But what if he succeeded?

The Ghost Lord grinned as he looked up at the murky darkness.

As a Celestial Cripple, he had been aware of his own strength and the brevity of his lifespan since he could remember. So, for more than a decade, the question that reverberated in his mind the most and the longest was always the same.

"Why do we want to live?"

Because we want to live, we fear death.

But why do we want to live?

What meaning does life hold?

He hadn't figured it out yet, but the Celestial Initiator suddenly gave him the right to live.

Instead of bringing him joy, it made him feel ridiculous.

So my life and death are in someone else's hands!

Then do I still exist?

I!

One of the most frequently occurring words in the myriad worlds.

But it seemed like no one cared what that word meant.

The Ghost Lord believed that "I" represented everything his core consciousness could control.

My body is me, my brain is me, my soul, my realm, my scent—all are parts of me.

So when he suddenly realized that his life was no longer under his control, he was deeply distressed.

Especially on that day when Mutian appeared behind him, he was even more panicked.

Because it was a feeling of complete loss of self—all of his being was in Mutian's palm.

And then he thought again about the question that might never have an answer.

Why do I want to live?

Maybe before answering that question, I must first possess all of myself.

I must have the chips to have an equal dialogue with those people!

Otherwise, my life and death will always be in the hands of others!

Now, he had found that chip.

The power of the Celestial Initiator!

As long as he could wield all the power of the Celestial Initiator, not even Mutian would dare to lightly joke about taking his life!

Muttering to himself in front of the dark chessboard, he said, "A group of lives that don't even exist for themselves, yet they can be so proud to live."

"What a ridiculous world."

As he spoke, he suddenly burst into an excited and hoarse laugh.

Because the more he thought about it over the years, the clearer a grand goal became.

He wanted to kill all the lives that lacked self-awareness.

They simply had no right to live!

If all the trash wasting the universe's resources were wiped out, then the universe would be a bit more splendid.

Of course, whether this universe was good or bad had nothing to do with him.

For him, what mattered most was the clarity of thought!

Thinking this, he looked to his left.

The Black Demon Lord stood in a square just a wall away.

That one considered strong and unmatched in the Demon Realm was just a laughable clown.

He was the kind of fool who didn't even know why he wanted to live but desperately wanted to stay alive.

Once I possess the Celestial Initiator's abilities, I can easily grant him a longer lifespan.

And he, too, would be willing to become my servant for it.

Not just him.

In the square to the right stood the generation of Celestial Cripples in the Divine Realm.

He held a lofty position in the Divine Realm, possessed formidable strength, yet was not granted the right to live by the Celestial Initiator.

This twisted his psyche.

When I told him I could keep him alive, he danced like a ridiculous circus performer in front of me.

He even shared with me the secret of the Celestial Cripples.

This secret made the Ghost Lord furious!

Why does this world have life forms with congenital disabilities like the Celestial Cripples?

Because we are fragments of the heavens.

For these years, above the sky, there has been a fierce person from humanity, single-handedly manipulating the will of the heavens.

Each time he struck the will of the heavens, a fragment fell to the earth and eventually became me, the Black Demon Lord, and those Celestial Cripples.

But mundane life is too weak to bear the power of the heavens, so we are all disabled.

The Ghost Lord grew even more furious at the thought of himself as just a foolish fragment.

Because it meant that he was getting farther and farther away from the definition of "I".

He vowed to transform into a purgatory that swept through the heavens, changing everything to make "I" complete!

Thinking this, he glanced at the time.

Just one more night.

The fourth battle would begin.

Hurry up and end it; I can't wait to welcome that more complete me.

...

In the Divine Realm.

Sweating profusely, Ye An sat on a chair near the training ground, looking at the interspatial network of the mortal world.

Three days ago.

The divine power of the Miracle Temple Mountain caused a sensation in the mortal realm.

Everyone dreamed of saving Liu Jun themselves.

But Liu Jun didn't appear.

Instead, more and more people gathered at that mountain.

At the very least, that ridiculous divine statue was not lifeless.

Over the past three days, faintly colored light rose in thousands of households.

This power, called a miracle by people, swept across the mortal world.

A wife prayed at the hospital to the Miracle Temple for her husband who had been unexpectedly hit by a car to survive this surgery.

A child lost for over a decade happened to pass by and reunite with parents who had been searching for their child for over a decade.

Before the Martial Arts Grand Examination, a young man injured from excessive training knelt and wept bitterly as he looked back at his three years of hard work. He knew very well that if his foot injury didn't heal, he definitely wouldn't get good results tomorrow.

But the Miracle God favored him.

Moreover, the Miracle God only favored true regrets, avoiding all falsehoods and ugliness.

This also made people firmly believe.

Liu Jun must be fine.

If everything is really as Yale said, it means that Liu Jun's fall was due to an extremely rare misfortune!

The Miracle God would not turn a blind eye to such a person!