Chapter 1894 What kind of power do gods possess? The highest form of "correctness"

Chapter 1894 What kind of power do gods possess? The highest form of "correctness"

Ace: "But that's all for now."

Ace: "Next up is Bai Xuan."

An ordinary group owner said: "There are only three people for this mission. You and Lu Fa have finished, so naturally only Bai Xuan is left."

The ordinary group owner said: "However, this transmigrator's strength is actually not bad. In terms of low-difficulty missions, he should be the strongest we have ever encountered."

The ordinary group owner said: "So many Devil Fruit abilities have been developed to the awakening level, and they can even be combined and used. The key is that not much time has passed since he transmigrated. This talent is absolutely terrifying."

An ordinary group owner said, "Of course, this is also related to the fact that the person he transmigrated into was Im."

An ordinary group owner said, "Even if he hadn't transmigrated into Im, with the 'Devil Fruit Tree' and his own talent, he should still be able to become a strong person."

Su Yunqing had a rather high opinion of this time traveler.

After all, the time he traveled to the past was very short, yet he was able to develop the abilities of so many Devil Fruits to the level of awakening. Even if the "Devil Fruit Tree" factor might be involved, it cannot overshadow his innate talent.

Even if he transmigrated into someone else instead of Im, Su Yunqing believed that he could grow into the strongest in the pirate world in a short time.

But that’s about it.

If it were anyone else, with the variety of Devil Fruit abilities, he might have been able to hold out for a while, but for Bai Xuan, he couldn't even last a moment.

In the world of One Piece, time slips away silently in deathly stillness.

Im sat cross-legged, his body enveloped in an increasingly rich, emerald-green healing light.

The energy of the "Devil Fruit Tree" flowed like a gentle stream, continuously nourishing his battered body.

The life-or-death battle with Ace and Lufa, two top experts from different worlds, was fraught with danger, but it also served as the cruelest whetstone, thoroughly refining the hidden power and insights within him.

I do not know how long it has been.

"call"

Im slowly opened his eyes, exhaling a long breath of stale air with a faint, sweet, and metallic scent.

He looked down at his hands, which had fully recovered and even shone with a stronger luster, and a complex, indescribable look flashed in his eyes.

His strength has indeed been restored, and is even greater than before!
Not only have his physical strength and injuries been fully recovered, but he can also clearly feel that he has gained a completely new understanding of the flow of Haki and the control of various Devil Fruit abilities.

In particular, he has gained a deeper understanding of the application of Conqueror's Haki in binding and internal destruction, as well as the fusion of multiple Devil Fruit abilities in combined attacks.

Just a thin layer of paper separates us from a whole new realm!

If he were given enough time to digest these insights and cultivate in seclusion for a period of time, his strength would surely reach a new level!
But there's no time left.

Lufa's calm yet resolute words before he left still echoed in his ears.

The next opponent is someone that even Lu Fa in his Shura Armor form admits he cannot match and is certain to die!

The difference in strength between Lu Fa and him was not that great. If the other party was only slightly stronger than Lu Fa, he would never have said that.

The fact that he could say it so confidently meant that the other party's strength must be far superior to Lu Fa's and his own.

Only in this way would Lufa's character be willing to place himself in a subordinate position.

But what kind of powerful being would such an opponent be?
Im slowly stood up and looked up at the moon, which still hung high and emitted an ominous blood-red light.

His eyes held only calm and composure.

For someone who is prepared to die, the strength of their opponent is no longer a source of fear.

"bring it on."

"Let me see what kind of being can earn such high praise from you, Lu Fa."

Im murmured to himself, his voice calm and undisturbed.

As if in response to his call.

A change that cannot be described in words quietly occurred in the world.

The entire "world" itself seemed to suddenly "come alive" and focus all its "attention" on this broken ice field!

The blood moon in the sky paused slightly, and the speed at which the nine tomoe were spinning seemed to slow down.

The seawater below, which had boiled and then refreezed, stopped its slight surging.

The turbulent energy currents raging in the air were smoothed out as if by an invisible hand, becoming docile and quiet.

A supreme will that transcends all rules, energy, and matter silently enveloped this world.

Faced with this will, Imna's newly recovered and even improved power seemed to become a speck of dust under the giant's feet, pitifully insignificant.

He couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

Because it is not a difference in "power", but a world of difference in the level of life and the essence of existence!
next moment.

In the void not far in front of Im, a figure was slowly formed by countless soft points of light.

That person was tall and straight, with an unusually handsome appearance, and his eyes were incredibly calm, like those of a god.

He exuded an indescribable aura of harmony and nature, as if he were the "rules" themselves, the embodiment of the "world".

He stood there quietly, as if he had always been there, perfectly integrated with the sky, the sea, and the broken world.

He looked at Im, his gaze calm, devoid of joy or sorrow.

Im stared blankly at the figure before him, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

He understood, he finally understood.

Why did Lufa say he was "certain to die"?

This was not a battle at all; it wasn't even an "execution".

Faced with such an existence, he didn't even have the right to make a move.

Im slowly closed his eyes.

Instead of bitterness and resentment, a calm and relieved smile, even with an indescribable sense of satisfaction, appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Ah."

A very soft sigh escaped from his lips.

Gods.
A true god.
It is not the kind of false god that relies on destructive power to create mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Rather, it is the true God in the real sense, a person, who holds a certain authority and is present with the world!
So, his final opponent was someone like this?

To die at the hands of a true god is truly a fitting end to his journey through this world.

Im completely relaxed.

He did not intend to mobilize any resources, nor did he harbor any unrealistic fantasies.

He simply sat there quietly, like a devout believer, opening himself up completely to the ultimate goal of his faith.

His consciousness became clearer and sharper than ever before.

He wanted to feel, to remember, and to use his dying life to witness one last question.

How do gods destroy mortals?
What kind of power do gods possess?
In what way, beyond all his imagination, will his life come to an end?
"bring it on."

"Kill me."

"Let me witness the ways of the gods."

"Let me feel the passage of life."

"This is my final 'value'."

He waited quietly.

We await the inevitable end, bestowed by the true God himself.

Bai Xuan looked at Im quietly, his eyes seemingly reflecting all of Im's thoughts at that moment.

The composure after giving up resistance, the anticipation of an unknown end, and the almost devout desire to use the last embers of life to glimpse the methods of the gods.
He knew, he knew completely.

So, Bai Xuan stretched out his hand, and a gust of wind swept through the world.

A gentle breeze carrying the faint scent of grass and trees softly and slowly caressed Im's body.

Im closed his eyes and fully immersed himself in the sensation.

next moment.

A death that surpassed all his imagination and even overturned all his understanding descended upon him.

He did not feel any pain.

也没有感到力量的剥离。

They did not see their bodies torn to pieces or turned to ashes.

He only felt that his own "existence" was becoming "light and insignificant".

It was as if he was no longer a concrete, tangible "individual," but had transformed into a reflection painted on the water's surface.

At this moment, the water surface was rippling slightly, and the reflection began to ripple, blur, and disappear.

His memories are like sand paintings scattered by the wind; everything he experienced has turned into dust and been scattered into the surrounding air.

His consciousness did not feel fear, but instead he experienced an unprecedented sense of "openness" and "freedom".

He seemed no longer to be "Im," but had become a wisp of wind sweeping across the icy plains, a ray of light falling on the blood moon, and the most primordial part of this world.

He "saw" that his connection with the world was being broken, one by one, by an irresistible force.

It's not about cutting off, but about untying.

It was as if he was merely a "dream" temporarily conjured up by this world, and now, the dream had to end.

"So this is the method of the gods."

Im's final consciousness was filled with a profound sense of enlightenment and peace.

It is neither destruction nor slaughter.

It simply gently "returned" a "wrong" and "redundant" existence to the world itself.

This attack, far more powerful than any other, made him feel even more insignificant and further highlighted the supreme authority of the gods.

His figure began to become transparent, like dewdrops in the morning light, gradually evaporating and dissipating.

It left no trace and caused no ripples.

finally.

When that gentle breeze completely swept by.

The icy plain was now completely deserted.

Im, this soul from another world, the mastermind who ruled this world for eight hundred years, was thus "erased" from the concept of "existence".

Bai Xuan stared silently at the spot where Im had disappeared. It was empty, as if nothing had ever existed there.

He felt nothing.

As Su Yunqing said, Im is not innocent.

It's not just Im.

The vast majority of time travelers, especially those who gained great power, can hardly be called "innocent".

Power is never a gift that falls from the sky.

The process of acquiring power is itself a path filled with choices, plunder, and sacrifice.

From the moment you crave power and begin to pursue it, you are destined to lose something.

Perhaps it's naivety, perhaps it's kindness, or perhaps it's the peace and tranquility of being an "ordinary person".

You need to fight against your inner desires, struggle against external rules, and make choices time and time again amidst countless interests and moral dilemmas.

When you truly possess the power to overturn the rules, the laws, morals, and ethics that once bound mortals become as fragile as a spider web in your eyes.

There is a vast and despairing chasm between having the ability to trample on the rules and having the mindset to always abide by them.

Those who can remain true to themselves and clearly distinguish boundaries even when faced with the temptation of power are extremely rare.

More often, it's like Im.

Relying on their own power and external advantages, they naturally regard the entire world as their private property, and "reform" and "rule" it according to their own will.

This process will inevitably be accompanied by countless acts of bloodshed, oppression, and injustice.

They may have felt guilty, but power quickly numbs that feeling.

They may have thought of being kind, but self-interest can easily distort that idea.

Therefore, in a sense, "possessing power" often means the beginning of "bearing sins"; the greater the power, the deeper the "karma" it may create.

Those who can uphold their bottom line are saints; those who cannot are the norm.

Even Bai Xuan wouldn't feel innocent.

However, at his level, the definitions of good and bad, kindness and evil have long lost their meaning.

As the "Lord of the World," who is fully recognized by the world's will and even entrusted with his entire being, he has only one standard for his actions: whether they are beneficial to the survival and development of the world itself.

Maintaining world stability and integrity, and helping the world rise to a higher level, is the highest form of "correctness".

His gaze swept across the world below, ravaged by the previous war.

The shattered ice fields, the evaporated seawater, the torn spatial rifts, and the creatures that perished in the aftermath of the battle.

Garp and Aokiji were among them, or rather, they were the first to die.

After all, Garp was right next to Ace when Im and Aokiji were fighting, and Aokiji was unconscious on the ice field.

He slowly raised his palm and gently brushed it towards the shattered world below.

Time begins to flow backward.

The fragmented space, like wrinkles smoothed out by an invisible hand, quickly mended itself and returned to its original state.

The evaporated and annihilated seawater surged back from nothingness, quickly filling the huge depression and restoring the vast expanse of blue waves.

The collapsed icebergs and shattered earth, like a video played in reverse, recombine, rise again, and return to their former state.

The life force that had vanished in the battle seemed to be retrieved from the river of time. Their bodies, souls, and memories, under the influence of a great force, were traced back along the timeline to the moment before the battle broke out.

The entire world, except for the moon in the sky that still emitted an eerie blood-red light and whose nine tomoe in its pupils slowly rotated, had returned to the state before Im's arrival and the conflict with Ace.