Chapter 810: The Most Glorious The Eighth World

Looking at Zhou Huai's expression, Chun rolled her eyes, a look of disdain appearing on her face.

"What kind of expression is that?" Chun glared at Zhou Huai irritably, snorting coldly, "It would already be not bad to hold him back for ten days! Who do you think that is? That's Duan! A monster who can casually tamper with the underlying code of the Heavenly Dao System! If it were you, you wouldn't even be able to delay a single finger of his!"

Rebuffed so sharply by Chun, Zhou Huai touched his nose and rarely did not refute.

Indeed, if he himself faced Mr. Duan now, other than fleeing in panic, he would have no power to fight back at all.

Supporting herself against the low table, Chun sat down on the stone stool, her complexion turning even paler.

"Alright, let's talk about your plan." Chun waved her hand with a serious expression, "I have already done everything that can be done. My Origin has been completely absorbed by Duan, and now I can only barely survive by relying on the remaining life Origin within this Clone."

She looked at Zhou Huai: "The current me no longer has much combat capability. Everything hereafter can only depend on you all."

The main hall quieted down.

Holding the scepter of death, Anubis walked down from the golden steps. He came before Chun and looked down at her condescendingly.

"I really don't know whether to praise your fearlessness or call you foolish." Anubis looked at Chun with a cold tone, "You made such a huge sacrifice, even throwing in your true body. In case we fail, in case The Eighth Ruin cannot stop Duan, won't everything you have done fall short of success? You won't even have the last chance for Reincarnation."

Facing Anubis's questioning, Chun did not waver.

She raised her head, met Anubis's gaze, and smiled.

"Do you think we really still have a choice?"

Chun's voice was very soft: "In the face of this calamity of era cleansing, no one has the opportunity to play it safe and protect themselves. You are hiding in the pyramid lingering on your last breath, do you really think Duan will let you go? Will the will of heaven let you go?"

She smiled self-deprecatingly: "Since it's death either way, we can only take a gamble."

"Moreover…" Chun looked at Zhou Huai.

With a half-smile, she turned her head, her gaze passing over Anubis and landing straight on Zhou Huai not far away.

"What I have trusted has never been you, a Netherworld god full of calculations." Chun looked at Zhou Huai: "Rather, it is someone else."

Being watched by Chun's slightly profound and expectant gaze, Zhou Huai still remained expressionless.

To him, what was needed right now was intelligence and a method to break the deadlock.

Zhou Huai turned around, looked at Anubis, and cut straight to the point.

"Continuing our topic from just now." Zhou Huai said in a calm voice, looking at Anubis, "What kind of secret is hidden within The Eighth Ruin that you mentioned before? Why is it considered by you to be the only method to defeat Mr. Duan?"

Facing Zhou Huai's questioning, Anubis put away his sentimentality. He walked back before the golden throne, did not sit down, and rubbed the Netherworld gemstone emitting a faint light on the scepter of death with his fingers.

The entire main hall quieted down, leaving only the crackling sound of the torches burning.

After a long while, Anubis raised his head. Within his gray eyes, stars of countless eras were born and destroyed.

"That is a history that even the Heavenly Dao System is unwilling to record." Anubis's voice was deep, "Although I died in the sixth world, my Physical Body was completely destroyed. However, due to a System loophole, my Soul did not perish, but instead drifted in the new world like a ghost."

He looked at Zhou Huai, saying word by word: "I am a bystander, having watched the entire process of The Seventh World and The Eighth World from birth to their Peak, and finally being destroyed by the Heavenly Dao."

Inside the spacious black stone main hall, the light and shadow of the torches flickered on the walls, stretching Anubis's tall figure extremely slender.

In his hand, he held that scepter of death emitting a faint light, his gray eyes reflecting the vicissitudes of changing years.

"The Seventh World, you people of Daxia have an old saying called 'deep water and scorching fire', which is most appropriate to describe it." Anubis's voice was low and ethereal, as if spanning endless eras, carrying a suffocating sense of heaviness.

Zhou Huai did not interrupt, only quietly sitting by the low table, his dark golden pupils tightly locked onto this Netherworld god of the old era.

"That is a version completely swallowed by the ocean." Anubis gently tapped the ground with his scepter, and a miniature water-blue light and shadow emerged in the Void Realm between the two of them—that was a blue planet wrapped by an endless ocean.

"Land hardly exists, and humans can only eke out a meager existence like ants on those few and far between sporadic islands. And within that unfathomably deep ocean, countless terrifying exotic beasts whose sizes are massive enough to swallow islands are hidden."

Within the light and shadow, violent winds howled, roaring waves swept across fragile islands, and huge sea beasts poked their sharp-fanged giant mouths out from the abyss, swallowing countless despairing humans along with shattered rocks into their bellies.

"The high-and-mighty will of heaven System will, it seems, was doing it intentionally, just wanting to use this extreme method to completely exterminate the humans of that era." Anubis sneered, "Not only facing all kinds of irregular tsunami natural disasters, but also the endless attacks of sea beasts. It can be said that the humans of The Seventh World lived the most miserably among all eras."

Chun at the side frowned slightly; although she was the Goddess of Nature of First World, she knew very little about the subsequent eras. Hearing such an extreme setting, a trace of unbearable pity also flashed in her eyes.

"Without the intervention of Mr. Duan, the humans of The Seventh World would have died very quickly, without even the opportunity to develop Advanced Professionals." Anubis changed the subject, a hint of complex emotion carrying in his tone.

"Duan intervened?" Zhou Huai's eyes flickered slightly, "Wasn't he always hiding in the dark, plotting his so-called god-creation plan?"

"At that time, he did not have this kind of absolute strength as he does now. He needed power, and even more so, chess pieces that could help him fight against the Heavenly Dao." Anubis looked at Zhou Huai, "But precisely because the environment of The Seventh World was extremely harsh, in that desperate situation hovering on the edge of death every day, human potential was infinitely stimulated, and many Peak powerhouses with strong Heart-Nature and terrifying strength emerged."

"It was also at that time that Duan found his method. He began to master and utilize the core of the origin sacred tree, collecting the spiritual Souls of those Professionals who died in battle."

When Anubis said this, he deeply glanced at Chun beside him.

Chun's complexion changed slightly; she knew that was the Origin core that Duan had forcefully dug out from her body.

"Duan collected the spiritual Souls of those top powerhouses of The Seventh World, avoided the scan of the Heavenly Dao great cleansing, and brought them back to the next world—which is The Eighth World, re-utilizing the water of origin to reshape their flesh and blood and professional panels for them."