Return

This was no ordinary prosthetic, nor even an ordinary "true body"—it was an existence entirely merged into one with Quan Juehua's whole being. Even if Quan Juehua were slain and his spiritual spark reincarnated, the matter generated by these Omni-Being particles would accompany him for all eternity. That was precisely the most terrifying aspect of Omni-Being particles: they reached straight into the essence of being. By the time Quan Juehua grew a third tail and an extra forearm sprouted from his elbow, he had finally arrived at the edge of one of the Tree Universe's branches. This was undoubtedly his most vulnerable moment. Because his body was enveloped by Omni-Being particles, he did not even dare to move carelessly. Fortunately, he was a native part of the Tree Universe after all, so the moment his head touched the branch, the Tree Universe accepted him. His head breached the Tree Universe and passed into the interior space. Before he could even rejoice, he choked on a mouthful of shit. In an instant, his eyes went wide. Yet with his body still outside, he dared not make any sudden moves at all; he could only clamp his mouth shut, desperately suppressing the rage boiling in his chest. Minutes later, his body fully passed into the Tree Universe's interior. Aside from the very tips of his toes, which had escaped being soiled, every other part of him had been thoroughly steeped in the products of the bodily cycle. *Boom!* A terrifying surge of purplish-black energy erupted from his body. Every trace of foulness around him was instantly reduced to ash, transforming into energy that continued rippling outward in all directions. He slowly drew the Malevolent Blade from his body, his consciousness locking onto Robos countless worlds away. Indeed. Quan Juehua's point of entry into the Tree Universe had been that coincidental—it was the exact branch where Robos had "let loose across the heavens." While Mighty Ones were supposed to endure what ordinary men could not, Quan Juehua had no intention of letting this pass. Tracing the laws of karma, he easily located the culprit. However, after discovering that the root cause was Little Nora, he decisively pivoted to the second party—namely Robos, who had physically coated this entire branch in bodily filth. If he couldn't kill Little Nora, couldn't he at least butcher Robos? "Malevolent Blade... Cataclysm!" Quan Juehua slashed forward. In an instant, a black beam of blade-light stretched out across the distant void. Far away on another branch, Robos was traveling with Apollo toward the territory of a Mighty One, preparing to rob him. Suddenly, a black line crept in from the extreme distance, instantly scoring a black line right down the center of Robos's body. The line was drawn with pinpoint precision, precisely down the midline of Robos's body, without deviating a hair's breadth even along the bridge of his nose. "Brother, on your body...?" Apollo exclaimed in shock at the sight. In that split second, Robos seemed to sense something as his Mighty One sixth sense flared to life. He looked up in despair at his elder brother, then shoved Apollo with all his might. That push poured out every ounce of power Robos could muster. Caught off guard, Apollo went flying backward in an instant, his scapula even shattering under the force of the shove. "Brother?!" Apollo cried out in bewilderment. Then, he witnessed a horrifying sight. A slash of blade-light cleaved the void in two. Wave upon wave of blade-light surged, obliterating all things into ash. Caught in the purplish-black light, Robos was reduced directly into the form of a full moon, and then the moon shattered, thoroughly annihilated within the blade-light. "ROBOS!!!" Merely laying eyes on the blade-light caused Apollo's body to fester and rot, yet he paid no heed to his injuries, letting loose a roar of shock and fury. Across countless eons, he and Robos had acted as one—fighting side by side, chasing women and carousing, robbing others blind, and hunting for treasures. In this entire world, Robos was the only person he truly trusted. Yet now, his twin brother was gone, obliterated in a single strike by a beam of blade-light. In truth, this blade-light had not only slain Robos; it had also instantly annihilated countless surrounding worlds. Guided by Quan Juehua's will, the destruction continued to spread unchecked. Everywhere the blade-light illuminated was refined into Calamity Origin! Indeed. Killing Robos had merely been incidental. Quan Juehua's purpose in returning was to destroy worlds, to destroy everything, unscrupulously refining Calamity Origin so that the Origin Seed within him could bear fruit as quickly as possible. The Origin Seed required an astronomical amount of Calamity Origin to take root, sprout, grow leaves, extend branches, and eventually grow into a towering tree that blossomed and bore fruit. Under Quan Juehua's single slash, worlds beyond count were obliterated. He spread his arms and activated the Origin Seed inside him. A ceaseless stream of Calamity Origin was refined across the distance and sucked into his body, becoming nourishment for the Origin Seed. "Isn't that a bit too high-profile?" Dui Tianji asked at that moment. Quan Juehua said calmly, "Rest assured. I will only be loud for this brief moment, and then I will keep a low profile." Yet right after, he frowned slightly. The Origin Seed inside him sensed the presence of another Origin Seed somewhere within the Tree Universe—meaning another Mighty One had also condensed an Origin Seed! His expression darkened. Once an Origin Seed was condensed, no one knew when they would actually achieve Origin Return. After all, Origin Return was essentially stepping from 1 into the realm of ∞. That 1 could be 1, or 100, or 1,000, or even 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000. Quan Juehua had no idea when he would achieve Origin Return. Therefore, what he needed to do was gather as much Calamity Origin as possible to nurture the Origin Seed within him and increase his probability of achieving Origin Return. Beyond that, he needed to slaughter every Mighty One who had already condensed an Origin Seed, eliminating competitors at the root. "Let me see just who you are." With a gloomy countenance, Quan Juehua gazed into the distance, his eyes seeming to pierce through the void straight to the destination he sought. In the void, a colossal warship was battling an endless horde of insects. What was more, the warship appeared to be at a disadvantage, encircled by countless insects and struggling against the siege. But who was Quan Juehua? He was older than the vast majority of branches in the Tree Universe. He had survived through countless version updates of the Tree Universe. Every version shift brought about the fall of myriad Mighty Ones, yet he had always adapted swiftly to the Tree Universe's transformations, not only avoiding destruction but growing ever stronger. It could be said that he was the oldest Mighty One in the Tree Universe. If Level 100 was the threshold for a Mighty One, with no upper ceiling: Other Mighty Ones might be Level 100, or Level 10,000. Those at Level 100,000 were already overlords reigning supreme over an entire domain. Quan Juehua's level, however, was an existence of 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000. In fact, even that many zeros fell short of conveying his might; one could only imagine how terrifying he was. With his discerning eye, he could naturally tell at a glance that the warship was feigning weakness. Though he did not know its objective, the swarm had clearly fallen for the trap. None of that mattered. Regardless of what scheme the warship had, and regardless of whether the swarm had grown careless... Quan Juehua slowly raised the blade in his hand, murderous intent surging wildly within him. Since someone dared to condense an Origin Seed, there was only one outcome awaiting them: death!