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It's impossible for the Black Emperor not to know what he's doing.

Now it's clear that this path is not feasible.

There's no point in going on; he'll only see that painful world from his memories again.

“I know this is a dead end.” Black Emperor’s tone was surprisingly calm, and he didn’t even try to refute White Face.

He readily admitted to the white flour claim.

"But who says you can't go down a dead end?"

“White Face, you have no right to cut off any of Blakeras’s paths,” Black Emperor said.

"Even if it's destined to fail?" Whiteface retorted.

The sparks generated by the friction between the blades were far more dazzling than the sun's rays.

In terms of swordsmanship, Whiteface is no match for Black Emperor, who has inherited all of Whiteface's memories.

But he is a god of the wilderness, and that alone is enough to make up for everything.

“Yes, even if failure is inevitable, you can’t stop them,” the Black Emperor said quietly.

He opened his eyes while suppressing the collapse of the white face.

He opened his eyes and hadn't used his inner thoughts since then.

Although I have a kind heart, it's definitely better to see the wonderful world with my own eyes.

It is a wonderful thing to use the only human ability of sight to see this world that contains countless possibilities.

Everyone wants to finish their own journey, even if there's a cliff in front of them.

"We won't shed a tear until we see the coffin; that's us."

“White Face, you used to be like this too.” Black Emperor’s voice was soft, but every word was crystal clear.

White Face never made a mistake in choosing to reincarnate.

All the timelines that have been reset are those that are truly beyond saving.

However, some Brays may not want the timeline to be restarted like this.

Those Brays wanted to struggle until they lost everything, until they died—

Struggling until I actually witnessed the despairing end.

A blood-red image of a martial god rose up out of thin air.

Two enormous swords, along with the two swords in Black Emperor's hand, slashed at the seemingly insignificant White Face.

However, the statue of the God of War froze instantly and was then divided into countless cubes.

Under this concept, the Martial God Statue created by the Black Emperor with his last bit of magic was utterly vulnerable.

While the concept of white powder is indeed useless to the Black Emperor, it has never been said to be useless to things created by the Black Emperor's magic.

If Black Emperor uses a long-range slash, Whiteface can still influence it using the concept of spacetime.

"It still won't work." Black Emperor sighed deeply.

Fighting Hakumian requires pure swordsmanship; all other methods will be neutralized by the concept.

The Black Emperor's body was covered in more and more wounds.

The same applies to white flour.

But Bai Mian only took one step forward, and his armor and injuries were completely restored.

Tracing one's own wounds back to their source also falls within the scope of the concept of "white face".

Even if suppressed by Jue Xiang, it would be easy for Bai Mian to revert to his original state.

"As expected of the God of Desolation," the Black Emperor exclaimed.

“Monsters are supposed to be this powerful.” Whiteface remained unmoved.

What's the point of a monster that abandons everything if it's not powerful?

Therefore, the white face will become powerful, it must become powerful.

But Whiteface didn't think he could rely on such an ability for long, because he even knew that Black Emperor's sword could cut through anything.

To bridge the gap between humans and gods, swordsmanship must reach an unbelievable level.

Otherwise, even if one possesses the ultimate secret, one would not be qualified to stand before a higher species.

"Why don't you use the concept of a mental world?" White Face asked.

“I don’t need to use the mental image world,” the Black Emperor replied immediately.

He doesn't need a mental world to fight anyone.

He is so strong whether he uses the mental imagery world or not.

"Let the weary will of self, which has been exhausted by countless timelines, take a break once in a while."

“This time, we don’t need any of them to sacrifice themselves,” Black Emperor said, looking at the longsword in White Face’s hand, which looked like scrap metal.

In memories belonging to other timelines, there is always a sacrifice of one's own will.

These self-willed individuals dedicated everything to their Master.

Black Emperor felt this was unnecessary.

There's really no need for that.

These wills can lead to a better life and the opportunity to see more things.

This time, the Black Emperor decided to let them rest more.

"White Face, do you think humans can defeat monsters?" Black Emperor asked White Face.

"If humans can defeat monsters, then what are monsters anyway?" Whiteface said in a deep voice.

"No, I think humans can defeat monsters."

"And only humans can truly defeat monsters." The Black Emperor stood there, letting out a long breath. What exactly does "humans" mean?

But at least the people that Black Emperor and White Face are talking about cannot simply be the term they understand in a normal way.

But if you ask them more questions, I doubt either of them could answer.

They are not philosophers after all, and do not understand anything too profound.

It's like a sword saint who talks about swordsmanship all the time, but in the end, he doesn't even understand what swordsmanship is.

"Can you... kill me?" The white-faced man didn't make a move, but instead stood a dozen meters away from the black emperor.

If the Black King says that only humans can kill monsters, then is that human the Black King?

"I don't know," Black Emperor shook his head.

"But I can give it a try."

The battle between the two lasted for a very long time, but they were never able to recreate the moment when they fought to the death at the beginning.

Each sword strike seems to be setting the stage for something.

The wind whistled past, and yellow sand rolled in.

Black Emperor adopted a stance with a greatsword in his right hand and a longsword in his left.

This stance is very casual, and it looks like there are flaws all over his body.

Bai Mian wiped the blade with his hand and shook his head helplessly.

In silence, their auras were steadily building.

A terrifying aura rose from the ground, as if it were about to devour the entire desert.

Fortunately, there were no spectators here, otherwise the oppressive atmosphere could drive a person crazy.

Here, only the sounds unique to the desert can be heard.

There was no need for words; both sides knew what the other was planning to do.

Let's have another clean and decisive clash.

The wind pushed the sand dunes slightly, revealing the buried wreckage of a wheelbarrow.

There used to be people here.

There are people here now too.

"Clang—" Black Emperor took a light half step, but a crisp chain sound resounded through the sky.

Black Emperor's movements froze, as if he were being held back by something.

However, upon closer inspection, there are no chains pulling the Black Emperor.

Apart from that one soaring lark, there was nothing else in the sky.

After all, there is no demigod here, nor is there the mad Betley.

No one can materialize the numerous causes and destinies surrounding the Black Emperor.

But everyone could clearly hear the sound coming from the distant sky.

The sound was so clear that it was impossible to pretend not to hear it.

"It's broken." Instead of taking advantage of the Black Emperor's stiffness to draw his sword, White Face uttered these words.

He wants to defeat and even kill the Black Emperor, but not in this way.

“It’s shattered…” Black Emperor’s pupils contracted sharply, then his eyes returned to calm.

He relaxed his stance and pulled back the half-step he had taken.

He stood there, gazing up at the sky illuminated by the sun.

Broken.

One part of the World Wall has shattered.

It broke because it made too much noise.

When Black Emperor, this singularity of distorted spacetime, burdened with countless causes and effects of fate, battles with White Face, this scene is destined to happen.

After all, the White Face is also a spacetime singularity, and the things involved are no less than those of the Black Emperor.

The collision between the two almost signifies a friction within spacetime itself.

"That's why I need to restart time." Bai Mian's tone was full of helplessness.

"Let's continue." The Black Emperor turned his gaze from the sky back to the White Face.

This scene is not the reason why Black Emperor was willing to restart time with White Face.

“Let’s do it the way we agreed before,” Black Emperor said.

“We didn’t agree on anything beforehand,” White Face retorted mercilessly.

"Then let's agree on it now."

"If you kill me, you can reset time as you please."

“But if I defeat you, let me go.” Black Emperor ignored White Face and said to himself.

Bai Mian hesitated for a moment, then simply nodded in silence.

Black King is still Bray, and still that strange person.

Why didn't the Black Emperor include killing himself in the calculation?

Whiteface didn't believe that Black Emperor lacked the ability to kill him.

Why is Black Emperor so determined to keep going?

Bai Mian didn't believe that the outcome could change at this point.

As the world wall crumbled, the "hands" of the gods reached in.

Those gods who did not withdraw from the scene focused all their attention on this desert.

Yes, every Goldborn loathes the Black Emperor.

Although the wall still exists and the actions of the golden race are still hindered, this does not prevent them from reaching in first.