dkrc Chapter 1833 "Omnipotent" The "Supreme" God, the Death of the Transmigrator
Chapter 1833 "Omnipotent" The "Supreme" God, the Death of the Transmigrator
Chapter 1833 "Omnipotent" The "Supreme" God, the Death of the Transmigrator
"Send out that time traveler? The ruler of the empire?"
"The ruler of the empire... isn't that General Esdeath? Who does he think he is?"
"Could there be another mastermind behind this? Wait, that wasn't mentioned in the mission instructions."
"Could he have misunderstood something?"
When Sato Kazuma heard Lin Feng's calm words, he was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously scratched his head, looking blank, and muttered to himself.
Then Sato Kazuma glanced at Lin Feng, Luo Hao, and Esdeath on the cliff, and found that they didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to fight, and Lin Feng also seemed to have given up resisting.
Sato Kazuma immediately breathed a sigh of relief, even feeling a little fortunate.
"Looks like this is none of my business."
As he thought about it, he very quietly and deliberately retreated, trying to hide himself back on the edge of the battlefield and return to the safe role of "observer".
Since he's already secured the mission percentage, even with the protection that Bai Xuan might grant him—perhaps an "immortal body"—he couldn't possibly obtain more mission percentages.
Moreover, being beaten is very painful. The reason he didn't feel anything before was simply because he had died more than once and experienced even more painful deaths.
But that doesn’t mean he’s not afraid of pain; he’s not a masochist.
However, this retreat was not what Lin Feng wanted to see.
Lin Feng frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over Sato Kazuma, then looking at Esdeath and the leader of the Luo Hao sect. A hint of doubt flashed across his eyes, which had regained their calm.
He noticed a subtle change in the way Esdeath and Luo Hao looked at him.
It was no longer the pure condescension, indifference, or disregard as if looking at ants, but rather a hint of barely perceptible surprise.
The surprise was faint and fleeting, but it was definitely there.
As if surprised by his calm at this moment, surprised by his sudden change; surprised that a prey that had been struggling and screaming frantically would suddenly stop all movement at the last moment, become so compliant, and even have a kind of martyrdom-like silence.
This surprise caused a slight ripple in the barrier that had just been erected in Lin Feng's heart.
What are they surprised about?
Was his choice to die with dignity an unexpected act for them?
Or perhaps he misunderstood something?
Could the real "time traveler" hidden behind the scenes not be the empire ruler he believed?
A sense of uncertainty quietly crept into his heart, which was already prepared to face death.
But he didn't show it; he simply suppressed his doubts, his gaze returning to its calm, unwavering state as he waited quietly.
Regardless of who's behind it all, the ending is already predetermined.
All he wants now is a quick death and to retain his last shred of dignity.
However, just as his mind settled into silence, awaiting the final judgment, a strange change occurred!
A change that defied description and transcended all his cognitive abilities occurred.
Time, time on this battlefield and in a wider area, began to reverse!
Lin Feng's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at what he was seeing. It wasn't an illusion, but a real, surreal miracle!
As far as the eye could see, the shattered earth, annihilated by terrifying forces, turned into nothingness, and even revealed lava, was like a video playing in reverse. Countless dust and rubble turned into streams of light and rolled back, reshaping solid rock layers and soil.
Further away, the thousands of mountains that had collapsed, disintegrated, and turned to dust were as if an invisible giant hand had repainted them on the canvas of heaven and earth. The peaks rose up at a speed visible to the naked eye, restoring their majestic grandeur!
Even the destroyed plants and trees have turned from withered to flourishing, radiating vitality!
All of this happened silently, yet on an unimaginable scale.
It was as if a supreme being was casually turning the clock hands, reversing time back to the past.
Lin Feng himself also felt this irresistible force.
His dried-up meridians, shattered bones, severely depleted essence, and even the exhaustion and trauma of his soul were all rapidly healed and revived under this irreversible force!
The depleted power surged back in like the receding tide, giving him the illusion that it was even more abundant and refined than during his peak before his power exploded!
It was as if the fierce and desperate battle before, all the pain and exhaustion experienced, was just a brief nightmare, and now that the dream is over, everything has returned to normal.
No, it's even better than before!
"This is...time reversal?!"
Lin Feng muttered to himself, his voice filled with extreme shock and bewilderment.
He was able to travel through the world and had naturally seen all kinds of powers, including those related to time, but he had never seen anyone so easily reverse the spacetime of a world.
What kind of being could possess such immense power?!
In his daze, a figure appeared out of nowhere in the void directly in front of him.
He stood there, as if he had always been, and in harmony with all things in heaven and earth.
The moment Lin Feng's gaze fell upon that figure, his breath almost stopped, his mind went blank, and all that remained was a profound sense of awe at ultimate perfection.
It was a beauty that defied description in ordinary language, transcending gender, race, and even the concept of "beauty" itself.
Any words describing beauty seem pale and powerless when applied to him.
His face seemed to be meticulously sculpted by the "world," every feature perfectly matching the natural rhythm of the Dao; too much would be excessive, and too little would be incomplete.
He has short, jet-black hair, eyes that seem to hold the boundless starry sky, and an aura that defies description.
Sacred? Transcendent? Indifferent? None of these seem sufficient to describe it.
It was an absolute sense of existence that transcended all things, as if the rules themselves had taken form.
He simply stood there quietly, and everything around him seemed to maintain a subtle sense of awe and balance, with him at the center.
He is both a part of this world and a transcendent being.
All the so-called gods and powerful figures that Lin Feng had seen in the past seemed like fireflies compared to the bright moon, or rubble compared to fine jade, in front of this person, instantly losing all their luster.
He understood instantly.
No words are needed, no confirmation is required.
The person before you is the one who has been hiding behind the scenes, summoning Luo Hao, Esdeath, and Sato Kazuma, and is also his ultimate target on this trip—the time traveler!
Powerful strength often leaves a significant mark on life forms.
While not absolute, "becoming stronger" is itself a process of continuous leaps in life level and evolution towards a more perfect state.
Therefore, the more powerful an existence is, the more perfect and harmonious its external form tends to be, or rather, the closer it is to the ultimate pursuit of its life form.
Although he had crushed the lives of those worlds with absolute power in the worlds he had traveled to in the past, he had also seen countless gods, heroes and demon kings.
Their appearance and demeanor were inextricably linked to their power.
However, compared to the person before me, those things, when recalled now, all seem rough and flawed, like fireflies trying to compete with the bright moon, or rubble vainly trying to rival jade.
The perfection of the person before me transcends the ordinary meaning of "handsome"; it is the ultimate manifestation of an absolute crushing on a fundamental, life-level level.
His very existence silently elucidates what "supreme" and "perfection" mean.
His appearance, his temperament, and even the slightest sense of presence all point to one fact: his life form has evolved to a level that he cannot understand or even imagine.
If even such an existence is not the transmigrator, then how perfect and powerful must the real transmigrator be?
He couldn't imagine it, and it was impossible.
The existence that possesses such a life form, can make Luo Hao and others stand still, and can easily reverse time and space, could not possibly be anyone else but that time traveler.
The answer is already obvious.
But what does all of this have to do with Lin Feng?
His emotions went through several ups and downs, from the caution and ambition when he first arrived in this world, to the shock and resentment when he was crushed by absolute power, to the madness when he was attacked by Sato Kazuma, and finally to the silence and peace when he finally recognized reality and chose to die with dignity.
His life journey has now completed a full cycle.
Since they had already prepared for death, it seemed that who would carry it out was not so important.
In fact, the thought of dying at the hands of such a powerful being whose life level far exceeded his imagination and who was like the embodiment of rules gave him a strange sense of comfort.
This is not obsequious flattery, but rather an instinctive recognition and acceptance of a higher level of existence.
It's better to die at his hands than at the hands of some nobody, or to witness a scene of "a tiger fallen into the plains being bullied by dogs."
All doubts, resentment, and anger have dissipated.
He raised his head, his gaze calmly meeting Bai Xuan's deep, starry eyes, his voice clear and steady, devoid of any emotion:
"Just kill me."
If it were any later, he feared that his inner fear of death would overflow again, revealing a clown-like image that he could no longer bear to look at.
Bai Xuan watched him quietly.
Those black eyes seemed to reflect all of Lin Feng's emotional changes from his arrival to this moment: the initial probing and hidden killing intent, the solemnity when facing Esdeath, and the disbelief and despair when he was crushed by Luo Hao's absolute power.
The hysteria during the resistance, the humiliation and collapse when unexpectedly restrained by Kazuma Sato, and finally, the peace of letting go of everything after recognizing reality, returning to silence, seeking only to retain the last dignity.
All these changes, all the struggles, all the joys and sorrows, in those eyes, are perhaps just insignificant ripples, fleeting moments.
But he saw it.
Under Bai Xuan's gaze, Lin Feng felt as if he had been completely seen through, from his soul to his past, with no secrets left to him, but he no longer cared.
Then, under Lin Feng's calm gaze, amidst Luo Hao and Esdeath's indifferent observation, and with Sato Kazuma unconsciously holding his breath, Bai Xuan nodded slightly, parted his lips, and uttered a simple word:
"it is good."
There were no superfluous words, no explanations, no judgments.
The moment the word "good" was written.
Lin Feng's body, starting from his fingertips, seemed to be a salt sculpture thrown into water, turning into countless tiny, crystalline specks of light that silently dissipated.
There were no painful screams or struggles against death during the process; it even carried a strange, tranquil beauty.
His body was like a sandcastle blown by the spring breeze, or like ice and snow melted by the sun, calmly and slowly turning into billions of micro-particles of light.
These points of light were not dazzling; instead, they emitted a soft glow, like dust scattered from a galaxy.
They drift upwards, merging into the newly revitalized world around them, becoming one with the gentle breeze, the flowing clouds, and the vitality of the plants.
The process was quiet and quick.
In just two or three breaths, the place where Lin Feng had stood was now empty, leaving no trace of his existence.
It was as if he, along with all his aura, cause and effect, and even his very existence, had been gently and thoroughly "erased" from this world.
Only a faint, almost imperceptible halo remained in the remaining space, before it vanished without a trace.
Everything returned to silence.
Kazuma Sato swallowed unconsciously, his throat feeling dry and tight.
Although he had long known that Bai Xuan was very strong, reaching a level that they could not comprehend at all, and even looking up to him seemed futile;
But witnessing a powerful transmigrator vanish silently from the world just because of a casual "good" still brought him an indescribable shock.
This shock was a million times stronger and a million times more terrifying than the visual impact of watching Esdeath, Lord Luo Hao, and Lin Feng fight!
The former's power, though terrifying, is at least understandable; it is a manifestation of power reaching a certain level, a boundary that can be imagined and even touched.
But what Bai Xuan just did has completely exceeded the scope of "imagination".
Or rather, the difference between the two is not in terms of magnitude, but in terms of dimension; it is a fundamental difference!
Is this the real "god"? Kazuma Sato thought to himself from the bottom of his heart.
When gods face "mortals," why do they need to fight like mortals, exchanging blows and clashing energies?
Why fight such a massive, earth-shattering battle?
For someone like Bai Xuan, eliminating a "person" should be as simple as a thought, a word, a sentence, or even a glance.
Just as humans don't need to engage in a life-or-death struggle with an ant that wanders into their room to decide their fate, they might simply flick it away or accidentally step on it.
Bai Xuan's behavior just now was similar, which also fit his imagination of a "god" who was "omnipotent" and "supreme".
(End of this chapter)