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Now, he no longer needs to understand himself.

"You need to figure something out."

"This is our will."

"This is the will that led us to choose failure."

Humans use divine resources for reasons such as changing their desperate situation or simply to gain power.

The desire to become strong is ingrained in human instinct.

There will always be a moment when people resent their own powerlessness.

Therefore, the allure of divine power has nothing to do with the strength of one's mind.

Everything a person does can be traced back to the goal of becoming stronger.

Learn knowledge, accumulate wealth, and train hard.

And the divine source is what touches upon this root.

It's called "temptation," but the one who tempts you is actually yourself.

However, this time the Black Emperor did not use the divine source in pursuit of instinct.

That's right... his reasons are different from Bai Mian's.

He wasn't trying to save anything, nor was he planning to turn the tide.

Black Emperor lowered his eyelids, planted his greatsword in the ground, and freed his right hand to grab the shimmering orb of light.

Then, with force from his five fingers, he crushed the divine source completely.

At this moment, he was the Desolate God. A single strike pierced through heaven and earth.

Sadoko, whose body was still more than halfway out of the narrow gap in the sky, was caught off guard and struck by the slash.

He was beheaded with a ferocious expression on his face.

But the next moment, a shadow appeared from His neck, and His severed head was restored perfectly.

“What are you doing…” Sadok’s voice was everywhere; wherever there was a shadow, there was His voice.

Sound, not figure.

However, before He could make his next move, the Black Emperor unleashed another sword strike.

The sky was truly torn in two.

The narrow slit was also cut open by this sword, blinding Sadok's "eye".

The countless marks in the sky vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

In just a brief second, Sadok was filled with fear.

He sensed the threat of "death" emanating from the Black King.

The shadow let out a mournful cry and then scattered across the desert.

Only when the shadow of the Black Emperor suddenly faded away did the desert remain covered in yellow sand.

Sadok tried to meet the Black King's gaze, but after only a few seconds, he gave up.

That lifeless right eye, with its heavy dark circles, exuded a terrifying aura.

A madness was brewing in the midst of extreme calm, and even the gods could not predict the destructive power of this madness.

So Sadok fled, and escaped decisively.

Even gods are essentially living beings, only they possess excessively powerful authority.

They too feared death.

The difficulty of a god dying is far beyond human imagination.

But both Black Emperor and White Face truly possess the ability to "kill" Gold Saints.

The shattered sky hung high overhead, but the Lord of Shadows, who seemed poised to devour the light of the entire world, had already quietly departed.

The Black Emperor raised his head and looked at the sky he had cut open with his own hands.

His eyes were perfectly calm, as if he hadn't done anything earth-shattering just now.

The longsword fell onto the yellow sand without warning, without making a sound.

It was so quiet that no one noticed what was happening.

Only white flour was found.

The man who would not easily put down his sword had his sword fall to the ground.

Black Emperor bent down to pick up his sword.

But his movements froze halfway through.

He remained bent over for a full two or three seconds, and those two or three seconds felt like an eternity to him.

He straightened his back, looked at his left hand, and remained calm.

The Black Emperor's left hand began to dissolve like sand at some point in time.

The sand that his left hand transformed into blended seamlessly into the desert landscape.

Everyone naively thought they were the chosen one.

When using the divine source, almost everyone believes that they are the one who will not fall into tragedy.

I kept imagining what I could do and what I could change if I had this power.

However, this world is not a place of heroic legends; there aren't that many miracles here.

The divine source is nothing more than something that will trigger endless tragedies.

No matter who you are, you are all the same in front of the Divine Source.

It has nothing to do with your will, your strength, or anything else about you.

You will break down simply because your essence is that of a mortal, unable to bear concepts.

Those who are lucky enough will become Aragami, extending their tragedy into the future.

However, many more people vanished into thin air the moment they used the divine source.

This world has no gods or lucky people.

The Black Emperor was well aware of this, but he still used the Divine Source.

"Fool!" Whiteface shouted angrily from near Black Emperor.

The white-faced man was always indifferent, but after seeing the Black Emperor use the divine source, he couldn't help but feel emotional fluctuations.

Why try this path? Why try to become a monster?

Haven't they figured out what the Divine Source really is, even through the memories of the Brays?

"Is this what you call a struggle?"

"That's ridiculous." The pale-faced man's emotions gradually subsided, and his voice became flat and emotionless.

Black Emperor stared blankly at White Face, which was constantly crumbling.

His physical body, and even the clothes that had little to do with him, began to deteriorate.

But the Black King himself didn't seem to feel much about his fate.

No, I can't say I had no feelings. My biggest feeling is that I didn't become a monster who lost his mind.

"I know."

You can say I'm stupid.

"But this is our will."

"This is the choice we... made because of failure."

That's right, the Black Emperor's contact with the divine source was not for the sake of becoming stronger, nor for the sake of victory.

He was aiming for utter failure.

Bai Mian was stunned.

A rainstorm struck the desert without warning.

The rain washed away the blood from their bodies, but at the same time, it accelerated the disappearance of the Black Emperor.

Raindrops splashed on the white armor—then froze in mid-air.

"It's no use, White Face." Black Emperor knew that White Face had stopped time and space, but that couldn't stop his collapse.

The collapse of these three elements transcends the limitations of time and space.

This is a conceptual collapse.

"I knew from the moment I was destined to fail."

"But that doesn't mean I'm going to give up the struggle."

"At the very least, I want to complete one full journey, even if that journey is destined to fail."

The Black Emperor lost all his strength and collapsed to his knees.

He held the sword to his side and lowered his eyelids.

The Black Emperor looks so disheveled now.

"White Face, do you know that every failure means we're closer to success?" Black Emperor said in a hoarse voice.

However, Bai Mian simply shook his head and made no comment.

Bai Mian once had the same idea, but now he feels that such an idea is too naive and childish.

Failure is failure; it has nothing to do with success.

"It's ok."

“Even if you keep denying it, our struggles will pave the way for yet another Blakeras.”

"If anyone else goes to that ruin—"

"Next time, he will know that there is no point in accepting this vast amount of memories."

"Next time, he'll know that there's no salvation in being a madman."

"Next time, he'll know that Blakeras is Blakeras, and no one else."

"Next time, he will not hesitate to give up these powers."

"Next time, he will understand deeply that a person's strength is meaningless."

"Then, there will always be a timeline that finds its own path."

"Find a way to change all dead ends."

The Black King doesn't need Blakeras to save the world; he only wants everything that's become stagnant to change.

"White Face, our last words... are all in this jumbled memory."

"Do you know, we... include you..." Black Emperor's words gradually became intermittent.

He seemed to want to grasp the sword, but found that even his hands had completely weathered away.

Above the starry sky, the gazes of the gods, like countless stars, were fixed intently on this desert.

The walls of the world are about to crumble, ushering in the age of the gods.

The most troublesome mortal has already brought about his own destruction.

However, the gods were unaware that this defeat was something the Black King had prepared himself.

This is the Black King's choice that failed.

The route and method were both chosen by the Black Emperor himself.

Bai Mian stood there silently for a long time.

The two swords lay on the ground in the sandstorm, while the Master had long since vanished from this world.

The Black Emperor only became a Wild God for a moment, but he still had to bear all the costs of becoming a Wild God.