Dark red divine blood mixed with magma poured frantically from his huge wounds, but upon touching the black Law on the ground, it rapidly lost its temperature and turned into lifeless ashes.

"No… This is impossible…"

Chaidamen's remaining dark gold eye widened round.

He stared at the tiny figure riding on top of his head, his lips trembling.

"The will of heaven… clearly had already locked onto you…"

"Francis… That old fox who mastered the foundation of the Holy City also joined forces with me with all his might…"

"Why… Why are you still able to…"

Vitality was frantically draining from Chaidamen's body, and his voice grew weaker and weaker, lacking even the strength to lift a single finger.

And on Chaidamen's huge, crack-filled head,

Mr. Duan was sitting there calmly.

On his body, he still wore that exquisite, crisp, and spotless black suit.

After a high-dimensional divine battle sufficient to destroy half the continent, not even a speck of a wrinkle could be found on the corner of his clothes.

Mr. Duan did not immediately answer Chaidamen's question.

He took out a clean white silk handkerchief from his suit pocket, lowering his head to carefully wipe away the tiny bit of ash stained on his fingers.

The action was elegant and composed.

"Chaidamen, the things in your brain have become rigid."

Mr. Duan casually discarded the wiped handkerchief into the wind, raised his head, and glanced at the giant under his feet.

"Your wishful thinking was wrong."

"You thought that by relying on Francis, who had his guts scared out of him and forcefully piled up strength using a Mortal's lifespan, plus that illusory will of heaven, you could pin me down in these Old Days Mountains?"

"Too naive."

"The Heavenly Dao in your mouth, that world will which once stood high above and locked all of us down with the shackles of rules… Right now, it is long since far from as powerful as it once was."

Mr. Duan stood up, his leather shoes stepping on Chaidamen's scalding skull, making a teeth-aching sizzling sound.

"It has grown old, it has grown weak."

"In order to suppress the ruins of the old era that have been awakening like bamboo shoots after a spring rain all over the world, it has already dispersed too much power and computing power."

Mr. Duan raised his hand, pointing at the gradually dissipating tribulation clouds above his head, his tone mocking:

"You saw it just now too. Although the lightning punishment it lowered looked grand in momentum, before my true high-dimensional Origin, it was nothing more than a paper tiger that looked strong on the outside but was weak on the inside."

"I didn't even need to use my full strength; I only needed to go with the flow and slightly twist Francis's attack trajectory to let his 'Holy Light Judgment' block the majority of the heavenly might for me."

Hearing this, Chaidamen coughed violently, large mouthfuls of molten lava blood gushing out from his mouth.

"You… You lunatic…"

Chaidamen gnashed his teeth, his eyes full of deep resentment, "You deceived the Heavenly Dao… You even devoured the Blood Ancestor… What on earth do you want to do?!"

"What do I want to do?"

Mr. Duan lowered his head, his eyes revealing a fanatical flame.

"I want to reshape the rules of this domain."

"I want to swallow up all the old shackles that obstruct me and restrict me, along with trash like you who only deserve to hide underground and drag out an ignoble existence!"

"Using your Origin to pave my divine throne of ascending to the supreme Peak and controlling everything!"

Mr. Duan's body slowly levitated upward, overlooking the dying remnants of the Fire God clan from high above.

"Therefore, even if the will of heaven participates, even if your so-called Peak experts of the current world join forces…"

"You still cannot escape the outcome of certain death."

"Cough cough… Cough cough cough!"

The violent coughing sounds sounded abruptly on this wasteland turned into black glazed glass, appearing exceptionally jarring.

At the edge of the deep pit not far away,

The Holy Lord Francis, who had originally relied on sacrificing a million civilians to forcefully restore his youth and Peak state, had now completely been beaten back to his original form.

He returned once again to that withered, aged appearance.

Even ten times older than before!

His sacred white robe, which symbolized supreme power, had long since been thoroughly soaked through with dark red blood and was in tatters.

Francis half-knelt on the ground, his emaciated hands forcefully digging into the hard black glazed ground, completely unaware even as his nails broke off.

Blood continuously surged out along the corners of his mouth, the corners of his eyes, and even the cracked skin all over his body.

The aura of life was like a candle in the wind, about to be completely extinguished at any moment.

"Heh… Heheh…"

Francis raised that bloodless face covered in age spots.

Looking at Mr. Duan, who was high above like a deity, he smiled miserably.

That voice was like a bellows with a hole leaking air, hoarse and jarring, exuding endless despair.

"I didn't expect…"

"I really… didn't expect it…"

Francis roared intermittently while coughing up blood.

"I calculated everything, even willing to stake my own Soul, dragging in the most domineering will of heaven between heaven and earth…"

"I thought today would be your day of death."

"Yet I didn't expect… your true strength had unexpectedly reached such a terrifying degree!"

In Francis's turbid eyes, his eyeballs trembled incessantly.

"You… What kind of monster are you?!"

Hearing Francis's desperate roar,

Mr. Duan did not immediately lower his head to look at him.

With his hands behind his back, he stood upright on Chaidamen's scalding skull.

Slowly raising his head, he looked toward the scarred and battered firmament.

There, the deep purple lightning that once represented absolute rules and the will to obliterate was slowly dissipating in the thick clouds like a stray dog.

"Monster?"

Mr. Duan gazed at the sky and smiled.

"No, Francis, you are wrong."

"Only deformed failures bound by rules are called monsters."

"And I am the one making the rules."

He slowly extended a slender, white-gloved hand, his five fingers closing together.

"Watch."

"This decayed, broken Heavenly Dao should have been eliminated long ago."

Mr. Duan's voice echoed across the entire wasteland.

"One day, I will completely replace the Heavenly Dao!"

"I will become the sole Dominator of this world!"

When uttering the last three words, a powerful high-dimensional pressure erupted from within Mr. Duan!

"Hum—!"

Under this pressure, the space within a radius of a hundred miles actually emitted an unbearable moan, shattering inch by inch!

Above the firmament, the very last trace of unwilling purple lightning was also thoroughly crushed by this pressure, disappearing without a trace.

Having finished all this, Mr. Duan then slowly turned around.

He looked down from above at the dying Chaidamen beneath his feet, as well as Francis half-kneeling in a pool of blood not far away.

"Alright."

Mr. Duan slightly straightened the collar of his crisp suit, his tone returning to that hair-raising elegance and composure.

"I admit that the two of you joining forces, plus the intervention of that will of heaven, indeed wasted some of my precious time."

"As remnants of the old era, for you to be able to reach this step, you can be proud."

He took out a pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at the time.

"Next, I have to speed up the process."