Ascension and downfall always coexist.

That Path of Ascension, seemingly grand and radiant, has lured countless fools who know not the vastness of heaven and earth; yet, no one has ever reached its end.

Even if one uses all their strength to climb, abandoning everything in a bid to leap through Dragon Gate, they will only end up losing everything amid endless falls and failures.

It's as if it's a joke, spending a lifetime going round and round, struggling in vain between ascension and descent.

When they come to their senses and look at themselves in the mirror, they can no longer see their once spirited appearance.

They are completely transformed.

Since the person they once were has long perished in ceaseless struggles... what then is this remaining reflection?

One must imagine Sisyphus as happy, even though he never was.

When all hope is exhausted, in the moment that despair arrives, a lifetime of dreams and desires becomes a curse crushing all spirit and sanity.

The Paradise above has never existed; it is but a lie.

After falling for nine days and nights, all that awaits those who climb is a void more tormenting than any torture, a realm so empty that not even despair can exist there—this is the ultimate destination for all sentient beings!

This is the Great Calamity corresponding to the Superior Ascension.

— Nine Evils·Desolate Abyss!

At this moment, the darkness of the Desolate Abyss appeared above the skeleton in Lian Cheng's hand!

When the fetus of a higher-order Mutant dies midway in the womb, the blessing and True Essence of the Desolate Abyss, having completed its final transformation from the fetus of the Undying Disease,

endlessly oscillates between infinite despair and a glimmer of hope, repeatedly nearing death yet unable to reach the end, exhausting all means without seeing any possibility...

Born from the souls' infinite longing for and hope towards death is this supreme Divine Essence of catastrophe!

Longing for death, longing for Destruction, longing for the obliteration of self and soul.

Lian Cheng laughed wildly, singing nonstop.

With this Divine Essence in hand, one day, he will also transform into a being and part of the Desolate Abyss, becoming a true, higher-order Mutant!

"See? I won, hahaha, hahahaha!!!"

Lian Cheng, kissing the skeleton in his hand, cackled wildly in ecstasy, "The winner is me! It's me! Now, if I fucking want you dead, you have to die!"

He stared fiercely at Ji Jue who no longer had any power to resist, telling him, "No one can save you!"

"Is that so?"

Ji Jue nodded dismissively and suddenly asked, "Did you forget something?"

Lian Cheng was startled, then quickly, warily scanned his surroundings, but saw no one; enraged, he exclaimed, "You're playing tricks!"

Ji Jue lowered his gaze, sighing softly, "Even now, you have not understood the core contradiction between Time Ruins and the present world."

"Liar..."

In that instant, behind Lian Cheng, a choking voice emerged.

Lian Cheng froze in place, struggling to turn around.

From the ground, a withered, broken tumor revealed a face, old and hollow, with blood-filled eyes looking up at him, "Liar."

"Liar..."

Between the flesh, a second weary face murmured.

Then a third face burst into a grievous cry, "Liar!!!"

One face after another rose from the flesh, countless mouths gaping like cracks, wailing, "Liar! Liar! Liar!"

They shouted and cried, denouncing the person who should have resolved it all...

Begging for liberation.

Crimson tears fell from their faces, one by one, dropping to the ground, snaking forward.

Reflecting a blurry figure.

Liar.

In that instant, a blood rain of tears fell from the sky.

Time Ruins wailed, screamed, roared, and above the hollow sky, thunder echoed.

And just outside the ruins, Tong Hua's vision darkened, she staggered backward, unable to steady herself, and sat down heavily, gasping violently.

Past stories, fragments of the past, chaotic records of old, surged forth again.

Like a torrent, devouring everything.

Reflected in the ether eye.

Among unstoppable cries,

"I suffer so much, doctor."

On the stretcher, the dying patient reached out, trying to grasp the hand in front of him, pleading, "Please, save me... Has the rescue not arrived yet?"

No answer came.

"Why, why haven't I died yet!" The Mutant patient struggled fiercely, pulling at the chains, shouting, "You said it would be quick! Speak! Speak!"

No one spoke.

"Save me, doctor, I don't want to live anymore..." The disfigured old man scratched at his flesh, tears running down, "Please, kill me, just kill me!"

No one complied.

"Liar!" The patient who saw it all roared.

"Liar!!" The completely despairing patient cried.

"Liar!!!" The crazed Mutant screamed.

"Just give me a little more time, just a bit will do."

The disheveled doctor grabbed their hands, pleading over and over, "Just hold on a little longer..."

He said, "Just... a little longer will do..."

No one wanted to believe anymore.

No redemption, no liberation, no death.

Only Hell.

Hell was right here, in the crying, in the despair.

The world had fallen, into an endless darkness.

There would be no more rescue, no more hope.

In the broken temporary hospital, the last doctor numbly turned around, hearing the sound of a railing falling. Just like that, pushed over by the frenzied patients, violently torn apart, devoured...

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