Volume One, Chapter 9: Defying Heaven!
Inside the bedroom, an eerie purple glow filled the air.
The World-Ending Thunder Spear radiated a light that pierced through layer upon layer of protective barriers, illuminating every corner of the room with sharp clarity. Shadows danced wildly across the walls.
Gu Changsheng was fast asleep but was thoroughly annoyed by the persistent glare. He turned over, pulling the quilt over his head, mumbling indistinctly.
“Ugh... noisy...”
Yet the light was inescapable. Even through the thick brocade quilt, the piercing purple radiance stubbornly disturbed his dreams.
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Outside the mansion, the entire mortal realm had fallen into absolute silence.
The colossal purple spear, forged from billions of divine thunderbolts of Heaven’s Dao, had been pressed down to the extreme limits that the nine heavens and ten earths could endure.
Before it, space was fragile as thin paper, torn open by countless dark rifts that revealed the terrifying chaos beyond—void and nothingness that struck dread into all who gazed upon it.
All living beings, regardless of their location, could only watch helplessly as the spearhead, symbolizing the end of the world, gradually descended toward the land.
This was no attack; it was a formatting.
A complete denial of existence itself, from the level of concepts and laws.
“My fate is sealed…”
Deep within a forbidden zone of life, an ancient stone ancestor who had lived countless epochs sighed in despair. Web-like cracks began to spider across his eternally unyielding stone body.
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In the courtyard, Fu Bo stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
He watched the World-Ending Thunder Spear as it neared the mansion’s barrier, his otherwise calm and inscrutable face finally revealing a hint of coldness.
Not because of the spear’s power.
But because he saw the young master’s bedroom window bathed in that purple glow, so transparent it even caused the young master to toss and turn in his sleep.
For a mere regional Heavenly Dao will to dare disturb the young master’s rest—
An unforgivable offense.
At that moment, the bedroom door creaked open.
Gu Changsheng emerged, still sleepy-eyed, his hair in disarray and his face a portrait of irritation from being disturbed.
He rubbed his eyes and let out a deep yawn, his vision swimming in a blur of purple.
“Fu Bo, who’s outside lighting such a huge lantern in the middle of the night?” he grumbled, pointing at the world-shattering thunder spear hanging in the sky. “It’s blinding—tell it to scram.”
Fu Bo bowed deeply.
“Yes, young master.”
In the next instant, his figure vanished from the room.
With a single step, he appeared outside the mansion, standing before the World-Ending Thunder Spear that could crush the eternal ages.
His tiny frame was nothing more than dust compared to the spear piercing through heaven and earth.
Yet simply by standing there quietly, the spear’s downward momentum faltered.
Fu Bo slowly lifted his head, gazing at the Heavenly Dao incarnation hidden within the dimensional rift behind the spear—a cold face composed of countless law runes.
Fu Bo’s lips did not move, but his voice transformed into a supreme edict transcending all laws, echoing simultaneously in every corner of the world, penetrating the hearts of every living being.
“My young master demands you leave!”
The moment the word “leave” was uttered—
Time seemed to freeze.
The purple spear, which embodied the power to annihilate the world, began to crack from its tip, fragmenting into the most primordial shards of law before dissipating into the void.
Above, the roiling purple calamity clouds were wiped away as if brushed off by an invisible hand, vanishing in an instant.
The cold face of the Heavenly Dao incarnation showed, for the first time, an emotion akin to fear. Its massive will twisted violently, like a program encountering a fatal error it could not comprehend.
Then, it completely collapsed.
The countless law runes that formed it reversed and annihilated, transforming into a brilliant shower of luminous rain that scattered across the nine heavens.
The Heavenly Dao will of this realm was erased by a single simple word.
From that moment, it no longer possessed joy or anger, no longer thought—it became a “shell program” operating only by the most basic rules.
The sky returned to clear and bright.
The gentle breeze and warm sunlight made it seem as if the recent apocalyptic disaster had been nothing but a ridiculous dream.
All who survived the calamity across the nine heavens and ten earths stared blankly at the unnaturally pure sky, their minds empty except for the resounding, domineering echo:
“My young master demands you leave!”
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Back inside the Gu family mansion’s bedroom.
After sending Fu Bo away, Gu Changsheng finally felt the courtyard was quiet.
Yawning, he walked back to his bed, collapsed into the soft bedding, pulled the quilt over his head, and within moments, his breathing had evened out once more.
To him, a crisis capable of destroying the world was merely a momentary disturbance of his sleep by some intrusive light.
[System Notification: Host’s single word nullifies Heavenly Dao; interference with causality reaches a new level. Reward: “Lie Low Point” 10,000. Family building unlocked: “Invulnerable Dojo” (within dojo range, all laws and Dao attacks are nullified).]
The aftershocks of the Heavenly Dao’s collapse continued to ripple quietly through the nine heavens and ten earths.
The lords of forbidden zones and ancient titans, awakened from slumber, retreated trembling to their lairs.
They did not understand what had happened, only that the world’s highest rule had been wiped away casually, like wiping a table.
After fear came profound awe.
At the storm’s center, the Gu family mansion basked in serene sunlight.
Last night’s thunder and divine wrath left not a trace here, as if it had all been a fleeting dream.
Gu Changsheng finally enjoyed a sound sleep, stretching leisurely in the courtyard with a refreshed spirit.
Ye Qingxian and Ji Ruxue had awakened from their enlightenment, their auras transformed drastically.
Ye Qingxian had become more reserved, but occasional glimmers in her eyes revealed swordlight that seemed capable of cleaving the heavens and earth.
Ji Ruxue had shed her empress-like majesty entirely; her brows now held fervent devotion and fanaticism, and when she looked toward Gu Changsheng, it was as if gazing upon her faith itself.
Just then, the sky above the nine heavens was violently torn open by a brute force.
A colossal flying ship, crafted from millennia-old divine wood and driven by a stellar core, shattered the spatial laws and descended over this mortal realm.
On the ship’s deck stood a group of powerful individuals dressed in splendid attire.
At their forefront was an elder named Gu Xuan. He looked down upon the spiritually barren land below with a furrowed brow and undisguised disdain.
“This is the ancestral land of the main lineage? Such meager spiritual energy—it’s a desert for cultivators. The main line truly has declined.”
Beside him, a young man with a proud demeanor and handsome features sneered coldly.
This youth was Gu Tianjiao, the most outstanding prodigy of this branch in the current generation.