Chapter 300: Chapter 297: Three Kowtows of the Unmoving Nether King (Part 2)

The dark universe was shrouded in a deathly silence.

"Where am I? Who am I?"

Mo Qi’s consciousness returned to him bit by bit, and his memories came flooding back like a tidal wave.

Huh?

’Wasn’t I in the Ancient Ruins?’

’Why does it feel like so much time has passed!’

Recalling the moment Yan had pushed him into the chasm, his heart throbbed with a sharp pain.

He tried to clutch his chest, only to realize with a start that he couldn’t feel his body at all.

He couldn’t even connect with the Chaos Scripture.

Mo Qi was horrified. ’Am I dead?’

Just then, a blinding beam of light tore through the curtain of darkness, shining down so brightly that he couldn’t open his eyes.

BOOM!

The deafening roar was thunderous. As the light gradually dimmed, Mo Qi witnessed a shocking scene.

High in the sky, a colossal face composed entirely of starlight hovered. Its features shifted constantly, yet it exuded a sense of majesty.

It inspired a feeling that made resistance impossible, as if a thousand mountains were pressing down on one’s heart.

Even Mo Qi couldn’t help but feel the urge to kneel and prostrate himself.

But beneath the sky, a tall, upright figure stood with his hands behind his back, head raised, gazing nonchalantly at the giant face.

He was a handsome young man—so handsome it was almost excessive.

His eyes held a trace of pride and dominance, but more than that, a world-weariness that defied his youthful appearance, as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of life.

He stood ramrod straight, and his very presence was like that of a vast and unmoving star.

’An illusion? A dream? Or... a true recording of the past?’

Mo Qi looked from the giant face in the sky to the young man, trying to figure out his situation.

If everything before him had truly happened, then both the giant face and the young man were beings far beyond his comprehension.

The sense of pressure and impact was something he had never experienced, not even in the dream of his mother’s battle against the men in black.

Just then, the young man spoke.

"You want me to submit, but are you worthy of my bow?" the young man said coldly, his voice dripping with undisguised contempt.

"Submit, and live. Resist, and die!"

The giant face in the sky spoke, each word deliberate and devoid of emotion, as if stating an absolute truth.

"Hahaha." The young man suddenly threw his head back and laughed.

"Fine! You want me to kneel? Then I’ll kneel for you. But you’d better be ready for the consequences. Don’t you dare chicken out!"

As his voice fell, the young man’s knees bent slightly. He half-knelt in the void, his body sinking less than an inch.

If you weren’t looking closely, you wouldn’t have even noticed.

Mo Qi was speechless. ’You call that kneeling? Do you even know what the word means?’

But the very moment the young man "knelt," time and space froze.

Then, a power that Mo Qi found deeply familiar spilled out from the void, filling the endless universe and surrounding the giant face.

"It’s that power from within the Nether Energy!"

Mo Qi recognized it.

However, it was clearly countless times purer and more powerful than the energy he himself could condense.

When that power appeared, the giant face’s expression changed for the first time.

It was thirty percent apprehension and seventy percent greed!

"So this was your real goal, wasn’t it? You want my Power of Destruction? Let’s see if you can withstand its baptism first!"

’So it’s called the Power of Destruction. What a domineering name!’ Mo Qi thought to himself.

With that, the young man wasted no more words, his expression turning solemn.

He bent forward, dipping his head slightly in the motion of a kowtow.

The instant his head bowed, the Power of Destruction began to seethe!

Space itself seemed fragile, and everything in existence grew insignificant.

All things could be destroyed; all things could be annihilated.

Everything around the giant face was disintegrated by the Power of Destruction, reduced to dust in the void.

"Contain!"

The giant face let out a great shout that resonated like the heavens and earth, shaking Mo Qi so violently he grew dizzy and nearly lost consciousness again.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A vast power descended from the sky, reinforcing the giant face and holding the Power of Destruction at bay.

At the same time, a potent and subtle energy began to seep into the Power of Destruction, merging with it, then being repelled, only to merge and be repelled again.

Gradually, the repulsion between the two powers lessened, and they began to stabilize.

"Hmph. Trying to analyze and comprehend my Power of Destruction so you can absorb it for your own use? You’ve planned this well. But you have severely underestimated me!"

The young man’s body abruptly sank a foot. Though he still wasn’t fully kneeling, the bend in his knees was now much more pronounced.

With just that simple movement, the might of the surrounding Power of Destruction instantly intensified more than tenfold.

TSSSSSS~

A strange sound, like cold water poured into hot oil, sizzled through the void. The special energy that had been trying to merge with the Power of Destruction was instantly forced out, then counter-attacked and completely devoured.

"How dare you!" A look of fury appeared on the giant face.

In an instant, the heavens collapsed and the earth split asunder. Space, as fragile as paper, shattered into dregs.

"Hah! You’ve got all the arrogance of a god without the destiny to back it up! Stop putting on airs. Do you really think you’re Heaven itself? That you can look down on all creation and play people like puppets? Don’t make me laugh. Aren’t you afraid the real Heaven will manifest and cast you down into the Nine Netherworld?"

"Insolent!"

"Yes, yes, I’m daring, I’m insolent. Do you have anything new to say, you impostor?" the young man sneered.

"If not, then it’s about time I played you a little tune to send you off." As he said this, a nostalgic look flickered in the young man’s eyes.

It was a melody he had heard on a wondrous mortal continent while training in the depths of the cosmic planes.

The song was about love growing cold, but he much preferred to use the phrase to describe a body growing cold.

THUD!

The young man’s body sank for a third time. This time, he truly, genuinely knelt, both knees touching the void.

"Three Kowtows of the Unmoving Nether King... Three Kowtows of Destruction!"

The young man let out a cold cry, bowed his head, and kowtowed deeply.

The Power of Destruction instantly condensed into a single thread and pierced the center of the giant face’s brow.

The giant face lost its former indifference, its expression twisting in terror.

"Impossible! How can you possess such power!"

The giant face began to struggle. The starlight wavered as countless streams of luminous Energy converged from the void and poured into its form.

A pair of massive hands reached out, as if to tear the very heavens apart.

Half a body materialized behind the giant face.

"Only thinking of bringing your complete body over now? Too late!"

CRACK!

A crack appeared, starting from the center of the giant face’s brow and spreading outwards.

Its struggles gradually ceased.

"Nether King... you win this time. I will remember you!"

BOOM!

With those last words, the giant face exploded, and a tyrannical, berserk Energy swept across the entire scene.

"This..." Mo Qi was utterly dumbfounded.

’What was that?’

’Did he just... kneel someone to death?’

’Is that even a thing?’

’Why do I feel a sense of secondhand embarrassment?’

Just then, the young man suddenly turned, his gaze fixed directly on Mo Qi.

"Huh? He can see me?" Mo Qi’s heart leaped in shock. ’Could it be that this isn’t a recording or a dream after all?’