Superhumans of the Dome City

Chapter 1501: Chapter 58: Ashes to Rebirth_3

He closed his eyes, letting memories flow with his heart’s intent. From the cold alleys to the misty royal capital, from the rain-drenched city to the whirlpool-surrounded Zero Island, then to the Union where savagery and civilization interweave, and to the Empire where order and freedom intertwine.

Those were the places he had fought, every location he encountered on his journey. Gongsun Ce met many friends, defeated many enemies; he experienced sadness, regret, despair, and disappointment. But Gongsun Ce still stood up and persisted on the painful path forward.

On one side of the road, he saw his friends, mentors, lovers—they were the power supporting him to move forward.

On the other side of the road, he saw his enemies, opponents, adversaries—they were the pressure driving him forward.

Their gaze fixed on Gongsun Ce, then shifted to the end of the road. It was a place even Yan Qi had never stepped into, the last step the Silent King couldn’t complete, and their experiences gave Gongsun Ce the final inspiration. It was the great freedom of destruction and creation, it was self-sacrifice in the final battle. The ceremony of the Heavenly Demon to destroy the world had already been completed, true genesis lay ahead, and a shining path stretched out from the deep black silence, extending toward the unknown beyond the end.

Can he step into it?

Does he have the qualification to surpass them now?

Enough.

Everything that has been crossed—

Everything that has been encountered—

Whether enemy or friend, all are companions on the road of life. All meetings and battles will finally become the power of this moment!

Gongsun Ce opened his eyes and moved forward along the light. He ran toward the limit at the end of the road, surpassing the silhouettes of enemies and friends. He punched at an equal height with the Kings, righteously facing King Pingdeng’s fist.

His punch was sharp as a sword, thrust out straight like a sharp blade. That sword was too sharp, too enduring, it cut through the fist, through flesh and blood, through the world itself. It burned itself rapidly, transforming from a sword into a black-red fire, and within the fire, a gray Spirit Light was nurtured. The ash-like Spirit Light thrived at this moment, and the Infinite World of chaotic and primordial chaos was born from the deathly silence!

"Nirvana’s Silence, Ash’s Renewal."

"Silent Phase Creation Realm, Silent Annihilation Path Sky Burning Tribulation!"

That was a miracle at the end of silence.

From the end of destruction, a new hope achieved by the human heart was nurtured. Its prerequisite for activation was the destruction of the world, and its creation mechanism was the eternity of a moment. The fire of annihilation will eventually break the ancient myth, and the eternal calamity that destroys the heavens is the cornerstone of the new world. The new world reborn from ashes and ruins is the "brand new" principle surpassing eternity!

The brand new world turned into gray flames, piercing through the azure fist mark like stars striking the Eternal King. The fierce confrontation of power between humans and Kings continued, their wills and lives became the sound of destruction at the end of the fight—

It seemed like thousands of days and nights long, yet merely a fleeting moment.

The battle between man and King concluded, and gray firelight blazed in the clear sky.

The final calamity shattered the firmament, transforming into a star of ashes ascending to the skies!

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In the high sky where the wind couldn’t be heard stood two men full of scars.

Fatigued, battered all over, yet their eyes remained resolute and their fighting spirit still flourished. Their fists collided head-on, revealing by their punching stance that it was a blow using all their strength; they looked into each other’s eyes, locked in a standoff for a very long time.

Ultimately, one of their arms fell.

King Pingdeng’s fist lost its luster, with the solid fist disintegrating into dust, scattering like ashes in the air.

He watched his gradually dissipating body, silent for a moment, then solemnly and arrogantly raised his head.

"My world is the best," the King declared, "no other world could surpass my cycle. My path is the most correct path in the world!"

King Pingdeng lowered his head, faintly smiling.

"But your world isn’t bad either."

"The winner is King, I have no words to say. Well done, this battle, you have won..."

He suddenly squinted his eyes, his expression cunning like a snake: "But be careful, my friend. King is the concept itself, ’equality’ will never die. Perhaps in a few tens of days, or perhaps in merely a few centuries, as long as there are people in the world lamenting injustice, I will surely return, along with my cycle to reappear in the world."

"Then I will strive to live longer, strive to develop longevity technology that’s not so disgusting, or cultivate several more powerful disciples," Gongsun Ce said, "you are welcome to descend with all your effort, and by then the world will surely be stronger than now. Maybe it’s me, maybe it’s the people of the future, there will always be new heroes standing up for everyone, ready to defeat you!"

King Pingdeng scrutinized his expression, then laughed silently.

"Such a positive and sunny attitude doesn’t seem like you, my friend."

That gloomy and introverted child, now can say such words...

King Pingdeng’s face and body gradually dissipated, his eyes showing a look of reminiscence. Gongsun Ce rubbed his nose, suddenly feeling a block in his heart, as if there were many things he wanted to say, yet could say very little.

On reflection, Gongsun Ce actually didn’t hate him much. This guy, though the source of all evil, also helped him a lot. It was he who created Superpower Users, but it was also he who gave everyone the power to fight. It was he who took away the childhoods of children, but the youths of the Superpower Users were also spent on his dragon body.

In dreams, it was he who chatted, it was he who pointed the future direction, provided strategic advice, and it was he who finally fought to the death. His deeds were as contradictory as his own life. Although the two are now archenemies, Gongsun Ce always felt if conditions allowed, they could still sit on the sofa watching TV, chatting about meaningless silly things like before.

Perhaps the Eternal King is such a guy? No talk of justice or evil, just persistent and near-crazy. They are the concept itself, they are the already existing path, and how to fulfill their concept ultimately depends on the traveler walking on the path.

Mr. Lan waved his hand, smiling at him.

"Goodbye, Gongsun Ce."

"Goodbye, Mr. Lan," Gongsun Ce softly said, "Goodbye, friend."

In the last moment, the King’s eyes revealed a surprised look.

That brief shock turned into a smile, his body dissipating amidst laughter, merging into the azure firmament.