Luo Chuan stood calmly, his voice drifting through the world like a whisper—
Yet, it carried an inexplicable dominance.
As if the words he spoke were nothing more than an afterthought.
Venerable Buddha froze.
For a moment, his mind refused to process what he had just heard.
Then, inhaling deeply, he steadied himself and said solemnly,
"Your Excellency, this joke is not amusing in the slightest."
At the same time, a golden radiance flickered within his eyes.
The True Eye of Vientiane.
A secret technique, known only to a select few, practiced by Venerable Buddha himself.
Its greatest ability?
To perceive cause and effect.
It was through this very technique that he had discovered Yao Ziyan's connection to Wuxiang's death.
But when he turned his gaze upon Luo Chuan—
Nothing.
No cause.
No effect.
Nothing at all.
A chill slithered down Venerable Buddha's spine.
His body tensed.
Impossible.
Cause and effect were the threads that wove fate itself.
And yet—
This man stood beyond it.
A legendary realm that should only exist in myths… now stood before him.
Sweat beaded on his brow.
His heart pounded with growing dread.
Who… no, what is he?!
"The young ones come first… then the old ones follow," Luo Chuan muttered, ignoring Venerable Buddha entirely. "No matter the world, it's always the same…"
His voice was soft, yet it echoed in the ears of everyone present.
Venerable Buddha's eyes widened in disbelief.
Other worlds?
Did that mean—
Had he actually traveled beyond this one?
A hush fell over the battlefield.
The gathered Monster Royal Clan exchanged glances, awe flickering in their eyes.
This mysterious young man…
How terrifying.
Thankfully, he was on their side.
Slowly, their gazes drifted to Yao Ziyan.
It wasn't hard to figure out.
From their brief exchange, it was clear—
This man had appeared here because of her.
And Yao Ziyan?
Her gaze remained fixed on Luo Chuan.
Her eyes shimmered like a star-filled sky.
Among the Monster Royals, many regarded Yao Ziyan as a goddess—the untouchable dream of their hearts.
But now?
Seeing that look in her eyes…
They sighed in defeat.
It seems we never had a chance.
Luo Chuan's words settled over the battlefield like an invisible weight, solidifying into something tangible.
The very air itself felt restrained—
As if the world had transformed into an inescapable cage.
A prison with no escape.
"I am Venerable Buddha of Mount Sumeru!"
At last, Venerable Buddha could remain silent no longer.
His composure shattered.
His voice shook with urgency.
"Do you truly intend to make an enemy of Mount Sumeru?!"
His spiritual energy surged, pressing against the space around him.
And yet—
Nothing.
The fabric of the world… did not budge.
A deeper dread clawed its way into his heart.
This young man wants to kill me.
But that's impossible.
Killing a Seventh-Rank Eminence was no small feat.
By now, he had mastered the ability to command the power of heaven and earth.
Even if he couldn't win, he should be able to tear space apart and escape!
But he couldn't.
Something was wrong.
He couldn't even shake the space around him.
And deep in his soul—
A foreboding sensation surfaced.
A premonition of death.
Today… I might really die here.
Luo Chuan moved.
He raised his right hand.
Slowly.
Venerable Buddha's breath hitched.
Then—
Snap.
A single finger snap echoed through the heavens and the earth.
"Mount Sumeru?"
Luo Chuan's voice was indifferent.
"Never heard of it."
The Monster Royals trembled.
Their admiration for Luo Chuan surged to worship.
How domineering.
Even Mount Sumeru was beneath his notice.
What they didn't know—
Was that Luo Chuan was simply telling the truth.
Boom!
The Saint's Relic in Venerable Buddha's hand—
Shattered.
It couldn't withstand the power of a single snap.
Venerable Buddha's eyes filled with despair.
An invisible force wrapped around him—
The breath of death creeping in.
Life severed.Fate ended.
From beginning to end—
He never saw how Luo Chuan attacked.
The young man had simply snapped his fingers.
"Impossible!"
Venerable Buddha let out a hysterical scream.
His Zen staff flared with golden flames—
A final, desperate attack.
A raging inferno, like the flames of world's end—
And yet…
Would it make any difference?