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On the other hand, the first man's journey was longer and farther than the second man's.

He has traveled to many worlds and explored countless natural landscapes and corners of this new world.

Forests, deserts, rivers, and the sea.

This is a magnificent and mysterious world. He saw the Milky Way hanging upside down in the sky, and the sea of ​​stars standing at the end of the plain, with floating roads and suspended forests.

This primordial world is like something the Creator never fully created, like a dream core that exists here but has not been fully defined.

Perhaps for ordinary people, all of this is as beautiful as a dream, but what about for an old man with white hair?

Didn't he get tired of seeing all this? What was there left for them, who were already extinct, to care about these lives and everything in this new world?

No, none of it is meaningful in itself, and for Shou Nan, he was probably just simply 'relaxing'.

"Waaah..."

Without interfering or destroying, he simply observed the flow and development of all things in the world, and watched those lives and phenomena that he had grown tired of seeing.

He spent a very, very long time, so long that he didn't even bother to calculate it himself.

Touching the wonders of the cycle of life and cause and effect, did he finally find his own answer?

Perhaps we've already found it.

"The Path of Asura..."

He spoke softly, opening his arms and slowly releasing the invisible power he had created.

It can't be said to be particularly beautiful, but the white-haired man wanted to cherish them, and he wanted this vast and beautiful world to have more than just him and the second man as participants.

He calmly handed over everything he had.

He watched as his primordial spirit was slowly sent into every corner of the world through his body. He watched as life was reborn with the rotation of the invisible transformation, birth, death, and the cycle repeated itself.

Life goes from birth to existence, and from existence to death, in an endless cycle.

The white-haired man slowly lowered his hand. He felt that countless lives had been born in this endless world, and prosperity and civilization might emerge in the next moment. The rebirth of everything seemed to be just around the corner.

His eyes gradually brightened, and an indescribable emotion made him breathe softly. Perhaps this was something he had never understood before.

Even him, even the ultimate powerhouse with boundless power and absolute control. Even those whose power is infinitely close to a trillion trillion, all of this—

There are still many 'powerful beings' that they do not understand and cannot grasp.

We may seem omnipotent and omniscient, but in the end, we can still say that we are simply ignorant.

Having done all this and used up all the ultimate power within him, the first man calmly approached his younger brother.

It's time.

Chapter 52 Gods and Gods

This battle is not the end of this ultimate war.

The first and second sons knew perfectly well that, in a place they could not see, their father, Haihu, and their younger brother, Wunan, were also at war.

But they didn't care about the problems and outcomes there; at this moment, in this infinite new world, the first and second men only had eyes for each other.

They are brothers, care about each other, yet also hate each other.

They are brothers, friends, enemies, and ultimately, rivals.

Facing each other again, neither of them harbored any hatred or disgust towards the other.

In fact, at this point, is it still necessary to talk about unimportant things?

Everything that happened and was born in the past is now unimportant, just dust to be turned to dust...

For this beautiful new world, they have even scattered their ultimate power among themselves.

There is no need to continue to endlessly expand their destructive power.

Even more than continuing to destroy and ruin beautiful things, even the second son, they would prefer to make them beautiful and prosperous.

They took a step back, but gained even more.

Perhaps, as the first man said, even though he and the second man both possess incredibly powerful ultimate abilities, there are still many, many 'powerful beings' that they have not yet discovered or mastered.

A trillion is never the limit for the ultimate powerhouse; it is just the beginning, the start of gradually understanding everything and gradually becoming a great being.

Perhaps even the ultimate victor cannot escape this.

The second son gazed at his elder brother, the eternal blazing sun shining down upon him. That light was incredibly warm and beautiful to him, and it brought him endless help.

An unfamiliar force wanted to help the second son, to bring him even greater greatness. For he created a brilliant sun that illuminated countless realms of the new world, and for he brought much light and beautiful warmth.

These feelings of gratitude, admiration, and affection gave the second son a tremendous power he had never experienced before.

But the second son refused the power's help.

Because the first man is the same.

The moment the first man landed, the grass beneath his feet instantly transformed into a vast forest. Because he was the creator of life in this new world, his existence would profoundly impact the life of this world that would eventually replace the previous universe.

He has become the creator of life, the Father God beneath the joyful cries of countless newborn lives.

If he so desires, these countless lives can also bring him endless power, making him an unparalleled god.

But the first man also refused their help.

Perhaps the second son and he shared the same idea: life, the sun, and all these things originated from their thoughts and their creations.

Regardless of whether it's related to love or not, and regardless of whether these things are beautiful or not.

Creation is creation; it comes from the thoughts and realm of their creators. Changing this life does not require any extra ideas.

The brothers gazed at each other for the first time, without beginning to compete in any way, nor did they hold back any strength for themselves.

But the contest of 'great powers' has already begun.

The torrential rain fell, surging above the second son's head. Countless raindrops instantly transformed into countless swimming fish, and then into millions of flying birds.

But the second son looked at them without any malice, and these lives began to undergo what is called the evolution of time.

Birth, soaring, falling, death.

There was no hostility, nor any intention to kill the other party; the second son simply glanced at them, and the so-called death occurred.

This is not a force.

"Brother, it seems the so-called 'great power' has begun to fully manifest in the true survivors," the second son said casually, watching the life plummet.

"You and I can now be called 'gods,' except perhaps you are a god who created life, and I am a demon who destroyed it?"

"Second son, this is not something to be happy about."

"Yes, perhaps so." The second son shook his head with a smile.

"Even if we can create them, they will still have their own spirit and thoughts, freedom and destiny. Perhaps in the future we will be able to control these, but right now we cannot."

"Do you really want to do that?"

"Ugh...maybe a little bit." The second son readily admitted.

"But in the end there will only be one omnipotent being. Look at these lives; they are still being reborn in the environment we created, seizing every opportunity to live. Since they are all like this, why should we choose to die?"

Living is exhausting and meaningless, and this is almost always the case for the ultimate powerhouse.

The inability to feel the joy and beauty of living is an inescapable consequence of an immortal and omnipotent being.

But if even the most humble life is striving to grasp a chance to live and be reincarnated, how can they be worthy of such giving up and despair?

But no matter what, they will still fight and contend with each other.

Even though they already possessed godlike power and abilities in the eyes of mortals, and even though they already possessed unparalleled power and strength in the eyes of most living beings.

Because none of these things matter; these were never the main purpose of their struggle.

Go and fight for it, no matter the outcome. Go and fight for it, regardless of victory or defeat.

The essence and meaning of struggle is always just struggle itself.

They waited calmly for the sunset, watching the brilliant sunlight gradually disappear behind the mountains.

It's time.

The first and second men each took a step forward; at this moment, neither of them possessed any magnetic field power whatsoever.

Even so, they still possess unparalleled perfection and boundless physical strength, and they can still take the life of their opponent in an instant.

If that's the case, then whether or not one has power is completely irrelevant.

"Brother, if I win, I will not resurrect you," the second son said softly, adjusting his arms.

"Similarly, I hope that if you win, you won't go out of your way to revive me. There's no need for that. Let everything unfold naturally."

Yes, let everything develop as it should, let everything naturally reach its rightful outcome. Shiro Ci'nan doesn't yearn for a new life, and neither does Shiro Shou'nan.

Rather than deliberately pursuing a life that has already happened, or even trying to relive that past experience, it's better to truly immerse oneself in eternity and quietly await the new outcome that fate has arranged for us.

The first man nodded slightly, agreeing with the second man's words. And now, regardless of the past, the two brothers had reached a true consensus.

Then... enough talk, let's continue—fight!!!

"Heavenly Martial Fist, Kill!!!"

"Bodhidharma's Dragon-Subduing Leg, Kill!!!"

Neither of them activated any magnetic field power; they fought each other using the most basic and proficient martial arts techniques they had ever learned.

In the final battles of this ultimate showdown, the fight between the second and first men was completely devoid of any real substance compared to the previous ones.

Perhaps this is how it appears to outsiders, or perhaps to those who measure value solely by destructive power, such a battle is utterly meaningless.

Forget it, who cares what they say? At least for the first and second sons, this is the purest and most self-centered struggle they can be satisfied with.

War! War! War!

The second and first men fought fiercely, without holding back or playing any sportsmanship. It could even be said that their battle eventually lost all semblance of strategy or discipline.

From gods, to battles like those between ancient martial arts masters, and later to fights like those between two primitive men, or even two wild beasts!

Stripped of their glamorous appearances, this most primitive brawl and the so-called ultimate battle between the strongest are the same thing—a struggle is a struggle. They don't need to, and shouldn't, be covered with some meaningless shell, nor do they need any meaningless embellishments or decorations.

And so the war began, a war without words, without any agenda, and without anything that others could call magnificent.

That's how wild animals fight each other, using fists, toes, claws, teeth, and as many things as possible to kill each other.

Their primal wildness was on full display, and the essence of their struggle revealed all the glamorous facades, laid bare in their battles.

They fought for a very long time, through sunrise and sunset, and then again, through sunrise and sunset.

In the end, the struggle will inevitably determine a winner and a loser.

The first man's fist was deeply imprinted on the second man's heart.

That final punch signified his victory.

Chapter 53 First Man, Sea Tiger

When the first man's fist struck the second man's heart, when the second man received this fatal blow from his brother—they both knew everything about each other.

There's not much to describe; they already knew everything about each other. They understood love, they comprehended ideas, and even the second and first sons were people who believed in love and were willing to express their love to each other.

But none of this could stop them from fighting each other. Because love and killing are not inherently conflicting things.

It's quite interesting that these two brothers, who seem to be opposites and have actually had an irreversible deadly battle, are actually very similar in personality and nature.

They all believed in love, and in this final battle, they were all truly 'selfless' people.

But even so, so what? Does mutual understanding mean there won't be any war? Does knowing each other's thoughts and beliefs mean there won't be any struggle?

No, never.

Because the reasons for struggle are not simply good versus evil, nor are they things that are incomprehensible and so simple. Struggle is often just for the sake of struggle.

But in any case, here, at this moment, the 'struggle' between the first and second men has come to an end.

"Waaah... Big brother, I admit defeat wholeheartedly."

Faced with the defeat, the second son said nothing more. His life ended there without any regrets, without any remnants or reservations.

The first man remained silent, only raising his head to look at the fragments disappearing into the horizon. In a daze, he seemed to see Jingtian and Qianjun.