At this moment, the strikes of the blade and the sword seemed to possess endless variations, yet paradoxically, they also seemed utterly unchanging.
Both the Ancient Eternal Lord and Lu Yuan had long surpassed the point of turning complexity into simplicity, simplicity into complexity, or merging the two until neither complex nor simple existed; they had reached a state beyond form, beyond self.
They met blow for blow.
Five hundred moves!
Any single one of these five hundred techniques, if displayed in any era, would have been a catastrophic, supremely powerful move capable of shaking the masters of countless Nineteenth Epoch civilizations.
And these five hundred strikes descended.
Lu Yuan was gasping for breath.
Indeed, despite absorbing the Iron Rule of Fate and the Dao Word True Body, unifying them and merging them into himself—other readers are viewing: Reflections After Rain—the combination of the second-ranked power, Fate, and the third-ranked Dao Word True Body, still left him significantly weaker than the Door of Eternity. Lu Yuan had only managed to withstand the five hundred blows by pushing his three hundred ultimate techniques to their breaking point.
And now, Lu Yuan’s defeat was becoming evident.
The Ancient Eternal Lord roared with laughter: “The Door of Eternity is indeed the number one divine artifact across all heavens. Even the combination of Fate and the Dao Word True Body loses to it. Lu Yuan, you are defeated this time.” He was utterly exhilarated by the exchange, driving his Eternal Long Saber forward, blow after relentless blow.
No need for excessive flair; he simply cleaved, strike after strike.
Even after fusing the Iron Rule of Fate and the Dao Word True Body, Lu Yuan’s strength lagged. Was he truly going to lose?
If Lu Yuan lost, everyone else would lose along with him.
BOOM!
The Ancient Eternal Lord unleashed another strike that cleaved heaven and earth. Lu Yuan managed to block it, but the residual force swept him far into the distance. Lu Yuan’s mystical power was already depleted by six parts, leaving only four. A dull ache throbbed through his entire body; every clash with the Eternal Lord brought a fresh wave of soreness, and after more than five hundred such clashes, the accumulated agony was pervasive. The Holy Hall deserved damnation!
Was he going to lose?
He refused to lose!
Absolutely not to this bald brute from the Ancient Dynasty.
Moreover, he had too many people to protect: his sect, friends, family, his beloved, and countless masses—all depended on him. Under the tyranny of the Ancient Dynasty, too many people suffered violations, unable to live freely, forced to be ruled by them. No matter what they did, they had to surrender over half their earnings to the Ancient Dynasty, and daring to offend anyone connected to the Dynasty meant immediate execution.
Tyranny, brutality—Reflections After Rain TXT Download.
He could not lose.
A formidable resolve drove the Iron Rule of Fate. Lu Yuan perceived countless threads of destiny stretching out before him, each line representing a different timeline. He examined one: Lu Yuan slain by the Ancient One, followed by the Ancient One unifying the heavens and earth. In the next thread, the outcome was the same.
Lu Yuan scrutinized ten thousand threads of fate, yet every single destined outcome showed his own demise.
Was it over? Did even Fate declare him incapable?
No, he absolutely could not lose!
Whoosh! Another thread of destiny materialized. Lu Yuan saw that this particular thread did not depict his death, but rather the slaying of the Ancient Eternal Lord! This! Lu Yuan started in sharp surprise. Such an outcome existed! He examined the newly revealed thread closely and instantly grasped the method to defeat the Ancient Eternal Lord.
Lu Yuan opened his eyes, and infinite clarity flooded his mind: “Ancient Eternal Lord, you are indeed the Eternal Lord now, but do you truly believe you are invincible? The end of destiny has already revealed the cause of your downfall.”
The Ancient Eternal Lord sneered: “You are merely struggling on your deathbed, trying to distract me with words. 《》” He scoffed, utterly refusing to believe Lu Yuan. He had been invincible for over four hundred years, defeating countless great figures across the heavens, filling him with unshakeable confidence that he was unbeatable.
Lu Yuan sat cross-legged in the void: “Is that so? Have you ever considered how the common people live under your Ancient Dynasty?”
“How the bottom rungs live has nothing to do with me. It is survival of the fittest. They are weak; I am strong. They were born to be my sustenance. If I decree they live, they live; if I decree they die, they die. Their life and death are entirely in my hands. Allowing them to exist is the greatest mercy I grant them,” the Ancient Eternal Lord stated indifferently.
“The people at the bottom are indeed the most humble of beings, but even the most humble can defeat you. Your failure lies not in my hands, but in the hands of those weakest individuals you most disregard and despise—the weak,” Lu Yuan said in an exceedingly level tone.
“Hahahaha, stop joking. I would lose to those weaklings at the bottom? You truly need to stop this farce. I could casually slay tens of billions, hundreds of billions, trillions of such weaklings without issue,” the Ancient Eternal Lord erupted in thunderous laughter. “Lu Yuan, cease your death throes. I am eternally invincible.”
“Is that so?” Lu Yuan sat suspended in the void, spreading the Iron Rule of Fate toward the Central Celestial Court and across the entire world: “People of the lower strata, I am Lu Yuan, God of Destiny, Lord of the Great Dao. Tell me your suffering under the rule of the Ancient Dynasty. Entrust me with your trust, and I shall resolve all of this, restoring your freedom.”
This voice pierced the eons of the highest heavens and bored through countless layers of the earth.
At that precise moment, the sky, the earth, the starry expanse—trillions upon trillions upon trillions of sentient beings heard this call. They seemed to sense the absolute sincerity and conviction woven within it. And due to the Ancient Dynasty’s four centuries of ruthless oppression, countless souls chose to act in unison.
“God of Destiny, Lord of the Great Dao, we believe in you.”
“We trust you.”
“We can no longer endure this tyranny.”
“We desire freedom.”
“We no longer want the oppression of the Ancient Dynasty.”
“Give it back—our freedom.”
Trillions upon trillions of beings roared in unison. Due to the influence of the Iron Rule of Fate, every single one of those countless voices echoed not only beside Lu Yuan but also directly into the ears of the Ancient Eternal Lord. The Ancient Eternal Lord roared with laughter: “You think this can defeat me? Utterly overestimating yourselves! To an extreme degree—other readers are viewing: Reflections After Rain Complete Reading.” He was about to mock Lu Yuan further when he realized the very essence of his power was shifting. Both its quality and quantity were regressing. This sensation was excruciating, the first of its kind in over four hundred years. The eternally calm and invincible Ancient Eternal Lord panicked: “What is happening? What have you done, Lu Yuan? Why is my power diminishing? Why is the quality of my strength deteriorating?”
“Why?” the Ancient Eternal Lord bellowed.
“Why? I told you long ago. Your failure lies in ignoring the strength of the humble. You inflicted tyranny and brutality upon every corner of existence. The myriad living beings of heaven and earth have long suffered because of you, and this is why it manifests now.” Lu Yuan’s entire body shimmered with the colors of Fate: “The Door of Eternity is indeed the greatest force in existence; no power can surpass it. However, when ninety-nine out of one hundred beings in the world oppose you, utilizing this collective opposition, the Iron Rule of Fate can strip you of your Door of Eternity. The greatest power loses to the most humble power.”
“It is like sailing upon the ocean. No matter how advanced your vessel, if every single drop of water in the entire ocean rises against you, you have no choice but to be swallowed and annihilated.”
“Or put another way: The Door of Eternity is the Mother of all creation, the Father of all creation; all things are born from it and will return to it. It is fine that you utilized the Door of Eternity, but by causing every living being in existence to turn against you, you have caused the very children of the Door of Eternity to oppose you. At this moment, I, wielding the Iron Rule of Fate, can naturally release the Door of Eternity, which has already abandoned its alliance with you.”
CRACK!
The Eternal Lord residing within the Ancient Eternal Lord violently ejected itself.
The Eternal Lord was absolutely invincible, but the Ancient One was no longer the Eternal Lord.
At this moment, countless beings supported Lu Yuan, for Lu Yuan represented the will of the masses. Thus, the Door of Eternity slammed into Lu Yuan’s body. As the Door of Eternity entered him, the Iron Rule of Fate and the Dao Word Clone immediately engaged with it, and gradually, the three forces settled into a triangular equilibrium.
Lu Yuan also felt his strength advancing ceaselessly, surpassing the Twentieth Epoch, reaching an unprecedented, never-before-seen Twenty-First Epoch—Reflections After Rain Complete Reading.
The Ancient Eternal Lord—no, he should now be called the Lord of the Ancient Civilization—found his power plummeting continuously after the Door of Eternity departed, falling all the way to the Sixteenth Epoch: “My power! My power! Door of Eternity, that is my power! Return my power! Door of Eternity, come back quickly!” He had suddenly lost that colossal strength and was nearly driven mad. Simultaneously, his Eternal Long Saber, deprived of the Door of Eternity’s essence, shattered instantly into dust, ceasing to exist.
Lu Yuan looked at the Lord of the Ancient Civilization: “Ancient One, you have lost this battle. You lost to your own tyranny and brutality, you lost to the void of fate, and you lost to my sword.” This battle was, in truth, the entire world rising against the reign of the Ancient Eternal Lord; the world itself was blowing a contrary wind directly against him.
Lu Yuan cast a single sword strike.
This strike was utterly plain and unadorned.
This strike held no further variation.
With a single cut, it pierced the heart of the Lord of the Ancient Civilization, extinguishing his life force and utterly shattering him.
The Lord of the Ancient Civilization, this wicked, ambitious warlord, finally died beneath Lu Yuan’s blade.
Victory! They had finally won!
After fighting the Lord of the Ancient Civilization for so long, victory was achieved!
It had not been easy!
Lu Yuan exhaled, looking up at the sky. The clouds were so white, the sky so blue, the sunlight brilliant.
Lu Yuan’s spirit was equally radiant.
(The second update of the day is delivered; this final confrontation is complete. There will be one or two more chapters before the grand finale tomorrow evening. Also, I recommend my new book, Invincible Martial God. The old book is concluding, so it’s time to check out the new one.)