Chapter 901: Anubis Appears

Mr. Duan felt the negligible energy within his body and slightly shook his head.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping past the wreckage to look at Ming Ze.

"Why go through all this trouble again?"

Mr. Duan looked at Ming Ze and sighed.

There was no mockery in his tone, only condescending pity.

"You risked everything, even throwing away your lives, but what did you change in the end?"

Mr. Duan spread his arms, displaying his battered yet still formidable half-step Transcendent body.

"You should understand that the Heavenly Dao System cannot stop me, and neither can you all."

"Even if your obstruction in this Ninth World prevents me from completing my plan,"

"I will still do it in the Tenth World, the Eleventh World."

"Even if it is completed in the hundredth world."

"As long as I exist in this Universe for a single day, the moment for my plan to be realized will eventually come."

He stared into Ming Ze's eyes and pronounced the final judgment:

"No one can stop me."

Facing this declaration, Ming Ze stood in place, his figure frail yet standing straight.

He nodded expressionlessly.

He knew how strong Mr. Duan was, and how ridiculous his own resistance appeared in the other's eyes.

He had even witnessed the tragic outcome of utter defeat with his own eyes across countless temporal regressions.

But Ming Ze's reply resonated powerfully.

"I know."

Ming Ze looked straight at Mr. Duan, determination shining in his eyes.

"But there are some things we have to do."

As long as they had a single breath left, they would not bow to the chief culprit who destroyed their homeland.

As soon as his voice fell!

Ming Ze's Aura suddenly surged upward!

Circles of silver Law of Time radiance erupted with him at the center, illuminating the Void Realm.

He was no longer just overdrawing his magic power, but began consuming the power of his Origin.

Ming Ze's hair instantly turned snow-white in the silver light, and his skin withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was forcing the Law of Time with his life.

Watching Ming Ze's desperate stance, impatience surfaced in Mr. Duan's eyes.

"What a bunch of stubborn fools."

Mr. Duan snorted coldly.

He lost all interest in conversing; since the other party was in such a rush to seek death, he might as well end this farce early.

Mr. Duan raised his right hand, preparing to completely obliterate Ming Ze using the Law of Space.

However, the moment he prepared to exert force,

he found that the action of raising his hand was gradually slowing down.

At first it was just a faint sluggishness, but then the sense of slowness increased exponentially.

His arm felt as if it had fallen into viscous glue, requiring immense effort to lift even an inch.

His movements were as slow as a snail.

Not just his movements.

Mr. Duan discovered that the floating debris, dust, and even spatial turbulence around him had all become extremely sluggish at this moment.

Mr. Duan immediately reacted.

This was Ming Ze controlling the flow of time around him.

"Hmph."

Mr. Duan sneered inwardly.

Wanting to use the Law of Time to control a Transcendent, even if it was just to slow down actions for a few seconds, required an immensely massive expenditure of Origin power.

This was practically suicide.

In Mr. Duan's eyes, this move was undoubtedly futile.

Even if his movements were slowed, with Ming Ze's current state, he could not break through high-dimensional defense.

It was merely a dying struggle.

However, the next second,

Ming Ze, standing in the distance and growing increasingly weak from burning his Origin, used all his strength to shout toward the Void Realm.

"It's your turn to act!"

This roar pierced through the slowed time Domain and clearly entered Mr. Duan's ears.

Mr. Duan's pupils shrank violently.

Reinforcements?

Because the flow of time had been altered, Mr. Duan's thoughts also became sluggish.

His brain worked to the extreme, attempting to analyze the situation.

A thought laboriously surfaced.

Who is it?

The remnants of The Eighth World had all perished; who else in the current world would dare to meddle in the game between him and the Heavenly Dao?

Just as the thought fell,

the space around Mr. Duan distorted bizarrely.

A tiny spatial rift appeared out of thin air, and then expanded crazily at a speed defying all logic.

In the blink of an eye, the rift turned into a black hole exuding a dense Aura of death.

The suction generated by the black hole directly ignored Mr. Duan's high-dimensional defense, rapidly enveloping his sluggish body.

Mr. Duan wanted to break free, but the time mire that Ming Ze desperately maintained made his counterattacks always half a beat too slow.

The black hole completely formed.

Immediately after, a figure draped in a wide black robe slowly emerged from the depths of the black hole.

That person stepped on the darkness of the Void Realm, walking step by step into this collapsed ruin space.

"Sorry for being late."

A hoarse, deep voice came from beneath the black robe.

It was an old man.

In his hand, he held a scepter emanating a nether Aura, and his eyes beneath the hood flickered with dim light.

The moment he saw who had come clearly, Mr. Duan, restricted by the black hole, looked even worse.

The composure of controlling everything was completely shattered.

He stared fiercely at the black-robed old man, spitting out a few words through gritted teeth.

"It's you, Anubis!"

Stepping on the Void Realm, every time Anubis's withered soles fell, dark green ripples would stir.

He walked unhurriedly up to Mr. Duan.

At this moment, Mr. Duan still maintained the posture of raising his right hand, intending to release the Law to obliterate Ming Ze.

His gaze locked fiercely onto Anubis, who was right in front of him.

Anger burned in the depths of his pupils.

As a Transcendent, he didn't know how many epochs it had been since he last experienced such a humiliating feeling of being unable to move.

But no matter how his heart roared, his body couldn't even move a single finger.

Looking at the immobile Mr. Duan, a mocking sneer appeared on the face beneath Anubis's hood.

Without wasting words, he fiercely thrust the scepter in his hand into the Void Realm.

Following that, his emaciated hands reached into the black robe and pulled out a dharma disc emitting a dim green glow.

The dharma disc was polished from some kind of skull, and its surface was carved densely with inscriptions of the Ancient Egypt Netherworld.

As soon as the dharma disc was taken out, the solidified space around them let out waves of mournful cries.

As if even this frozen world could not bear the cursing power on the dharma disc.

Anubis held the dharma disc with both hands, his lips moving rapidly.

He began chanting an obscure incantation.

A certain ritual targeting high-dimensional divinity officially began.

As the incantation was chanted, the dim green light on the dharma disc suddenly flared brightly.

Then, the light turned into substantial threads, fiercely piercing into Mr. Duan's body.

Dense black runes crawled wildly up Mr. Duan's body along the threads.

Spreading from his ankles to his calves,

passing through his chest, and finally all the way up, covering his originally composed face.

The bizarre runes flickered with a dim light.

Every flicker was accompanied by a violent shock of the Law Origin within Mr. Duan's body.

Locking and pulling away the power within his body bit by bit.

As Anubis's final incantation fell, the ritual ended.

"Crack!"

The dharma disc in Anubis's hand exhausted its power and shattered with a bang.

Turning into bone powder floating in the Void Realm.

And the runes on Mr. Duan's body completely fused into his flesh, blood, and bones.

Transforming into black tattoos branded on his body surface, forming an airtight Seal network.

At this moment, Mr. Duan's arrogant Aura rapidly withered.

The whole person completely lost the radiance of controlling everything.

His originally refined face aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wrinkles crawled over the corners of his eyes, and his black hair instantly turned grayish-white and withered.

His straight body also uncontrollably hunched over.

Resembling a twilight old man drained of vitality, exuding an Aura of decay.