194: The finale is here! Wait, what should I write in my diary from now on?

Boom—Rumble—!!!

Destruction has descended!

That was not an explosion of energy.

That was the purest and most extreme "Nothingness" triggered by a Prodigy at the Peak of the Ninth Heaven Saint realm, sacrificing everything—including his life, Dao fruit, and even his Soul!

A pitch-black pillar of light that swallowed light and sound rose from the ground!

The expression of terror and resentment on Wang Teng's face became the final image he left for this world.

The moment the pillar of light touched his body, he couldn't even let out a wail before his entire being was decomposed, torn apart, and crushed into the most primitive void.

Then, the flower of death bloomed violently!

The halo of destruction swept madly in all directions!

The indestructible abyss cliffs were as fragile as sandcastles before this power.

The earth collapsed, and space was annihilated.

The yellow springs reincarnation grass, which had driven the two "Prodigies" to fight to the death, along with the land it was rooted in, turned into the dust of history in the first instant of the explosion.

The terrifying shockwave lasted for dozens of breaths.

When the dust and light filling the sky finally dissipated.

The abyss had been completely erased from this land.

In its place was a circular sinkhole so massive its edges were invisible, with its perimeter still continuously vitrifying.

The bottom of the pit was as smooth as a mirror, leaving only a destructive aura that made one's Divine Soul tremble, proving the tragic scene that had occurred here.

As for Qin Feng and Wang Teng.

Their bodies were gone, and their Divine Souls were utterly destroyed.

Not even a trace of their existence remained.

Two Sons of Destiny, favored by the World's Will and meant to stir up storms, had their stories forcibly ended in the prologue in such a tragic yet farcical manner... In the VIP viewing area, before the Blood Mirror.

Su Chen let out a long sigh of relief.

Gazing at the messy scene of destruction in the Blood Mirror, a hint of perfectly timed desolation and weariness appeared on his face.

He gently shook his head.

A sigh full of complexity echoed softly in the quiet valley.

"Sigh, what a pity."

"Two such good actors, there won't be anything to watch in the future."

His words fell clearly into the ears of the two stunning women beside him.

Liu Ruyan and Ling Qingzhu stared at him, their gazes complex to the extreme.

In Liu Ruyan's seductive phoenix eyes, strange lights flickered repeatedly.

She looked infatuatedly at Su Chen's profile, wanting to see through this man, only to find herself falling deeper and deeper.

This man was clearly the director of all this.

Yet when the play ended, what he showed was actually regret for the "actors."

He wasn't regretting the death of his opponents.

He was regretting that two toys who could bring him "fun" were broken just like that.

How cold-blooded!

How domineering!

And... how much he made her heart skip a beat and her Divine Soul fall into a trance!

Meanwhile, at Su Chen's sigh, Ling Qingzhu once again activated her Dihua power.

[Is he... feeling lonely?]

[Qin Feng and Wang Teng, though pathetic, were among the few of the same era whom he could slightly take note of.]

[Now that his opponents have exited the stage, he must be feeling the loneliness of being undefeated and the solitude of the heights, right?]

[He isn't sighing over the fall of his enemies, but rather that it will be difficult to find another opponent in this era who can pique even a hint of his interest.]

Looking at Su Chen's "lonely" back, a surge of indescribable heartache welled up in Ling Qingzhu's heart.

She really wanted to step forward and hug him from behind, telling him he wasn't alone and that she would accompany him for the rest of his life.

Only Su Chen himself knew.

At this moment, in his inner world, cannons were firing and fireworks were filling the sky.

[Awesome! It's so damn awesome! It's simply awesome to the max!]

[My two biggest troubles have finally been written to death by the script I personally directed! And they died so cleanly and thoroughly that I don't even have to scatter their ashes!]

[From today on! I, Su Chen, can finally escape the fate of a "miserable Great Villain" and peacefully be my salted fish Divine Son!]

[I must have an extra meal tonight! Have Spring Flower add four hearty dishes! And open a bottle of vintage spirit wine from the year '82! Let's celebrate properly!]

Su Chen was popping champagne in his heart.

But the expression on his face appeared increasingly "compassionate" and "bored."

He slowly stood up from the rocking chair, hands behind his back, looking up at the sky at a standard forty-five-degree angle.

He vividly portrayed the image of a peerless master who felt "how lonely it is to be invincible."

[From tomorrow on, I will continue the slacker life I've been dreaming of!]

[Waking up naturally every day, drinking tea, listening to music, enjoying the scenery, flirting with the little maidservants... Just thinking about this divine life is wonderful!]

[My diary can also start recording my wonderful salted fish daily life!]

In his heart, Su Chen had already planned out a beautiful blueprint for the next ten thousand years.

However.

After the euphoria.

A fatal problem was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.

The enigmatic smile on his face froze instantly.

Wait... the diary?

His slacking off, his greatest fun, and his biggest excuse for maintaining his salted fish persona... wasn't it because he knew the scripts of the Sons of Destiny like Qin Feng and Wang Teng in the original work and then ranted about them in his diary?

Now... now both of these guys have been played to death by him.

From this moment on, the plot of the original work has completely collapsed and become unrecognizable.

Then... then what will I write in my diary from now on?