Mr. Duan felt the negligible energy within his body and shook his head slightly.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the mess, and looked at Mingze.

"Why bother?"

Mr. Duan looked at Mingze and sighed.

There was no sarcasm in his tone, only condescending pity.

"You risked everything, even your lives, and in the end, what did you change?"

Mr. Duan spread his arms, displaying his broken yet still powerful half-step transcendent body.

"You should understand that the Heavenly Dao System cannot stop me, and neither can you."

"Even if my plans are thwarted by your interference in this Ninth World, I will not be able to complete them."

"I will still be in the Tenth World, the Eleventh World."

"Even if it's completed in the hundredth world."

"As long as I exist in this universe, my plan will eventually come to fruition."

He stared into Mingze's eyes and announced the final verdict:

"No one can stop me."

Faced with this declaration, Mingze stood still, his slender frame ramrod straight.

He nodded expressionlessly.

He knew how powerful Mr. Duan was, and he also knew how ridiculous his resistance was in the other party's eyes.

He even witnessed the utter defeat in countless time rewinds.

But Mingze's answer was firm and resounding.

"I know."

Mingze looked directly at Mr. Duan, his eyes filled with determination.

"But there are some things we have to do."

As long as they have a breath left, they will not yield to the culprits who destroyed their homeland.

The words had barely left his mouth!

Mingze's momentum suddenly surged!

Rings of silver light, radiating the laws of time, erupted from him, illuminating the void.

He was no longer just overdrawing his magical power, but began to consume his primordial power.

Mingze's hair turned snow-white in the silver light, and his skin withered visibly. He was forcibly pushing the laws of time with his life.

Seeing Mingze's desperate efforts, Mr. Duan's eyes showed impatience.

"What a bunch of stubborn idiots."

Mr. Duan snorted coldly.

He lost interest in the conversation. Since the other party was so eager to die, he might as well end this farce as soon as possible.

Mr. Duan raised his right hand, preparing to use the laws of space to completely obliterate Mingze.

But just as he was about to exert his strength...

He noticed that his movements of raising his hand were gradually slowing down.

At first, it was just a slight lag, but then the sluggishness increased exponentially.

My arm felt like it was stuck in sticky glue; it took a tremendous amount of effort to lift it even an inch.

Their movements are as slow as a snail's pace.

It's not just about actions.

Mr. Duan noticed that the floating pebbles, dust, and even the spatial turbulence around him all slowed down dramatically at that moment.

Mr. Duan immediately realized what was happening.

This is Mingze controlling the flow of time around him.

"snort."

Mr. Duan sneered inwardly.

To control a transcendent being using the laws of time, even to slow their movements down by just a few seconds, requires an immense expenditure of one's primal power.

This is practically suicide.

In Mr. Duan's view, this action was undoubtedly futile.

Even if he slowed down, Mingze wouldn't be able to break through the high-dimensional defense in his current state.

It was nothing but a death throes.

However, the next second...

Standing at a distance, Mingze, who was becoming increasingly weak due to burning his own essence, shouted into the void with all his might.

"It's your turn to make a move!"

This roar pierced through the slowed-down time field and clearly reached Mr. Duan's ears.

Mr. Duan's pupils contracted sharply.

Are there reinforcements?

Because the flow of time was altered, Mr. Duan's thinking also became sluggish.

His brain was working hard, trying to analyze the situation.

A thought struggled to emerge.

Who is it?

The remnants of the Eighth World have all died out. Who in the present world would dare to interfere in his struggle against the Heavenly Dao?

The thought had barely formed in his mind.

The space around Mr. Duan began to distort strangely.

A tiny spatial rift appeared out of nowhere, and then expanded wildly at a speed that defied all reason.

In the blink of an eye, the crack transformed into a black hole exuding a strong aura of death.

The suction force generated by the black hole completely ignored Mr. Duan's high-dimensional defenses and quickly enveloped him, who was moving slowly.

Mr. Duan tried to break free, but Mingze's desperate efforts to maintain the quagmire of time meant that his counterattacks were always a fatal half-beat too late.

The black hole has fully formed.

Immediately afterwards, a figure draped in a wide black robe slowly emerged from the depths of the black hole.

The person stepped through the void of darkness, walking step by step into this collapsed ruin space.

"Sorry I'm late."

A hoarse, deep voice came from beneath the black robe.

He was an old man.

He held a scepter that exuded an eerie aura in his hand, and his eyes, hidden beneath his hood, gleamed with a ghostly light.

The moment he saw who it was, Mr. Duan, who was trapped in the black hole, looked even more grim.

The composure of being in control of everything was completely shattered.

He stared intently at the old man in black robes, gritting his teeth as he spat out a few words.

"It's you, Anubis!"

Anubis treads on the void, and with each of his withered feet, ripples of eerie green spread across the ground.

He walked slowly and deliberately to Mr. Duan.

At this moment, Mr. Duan still maintained the posture of raising his right hand, intending to release the law to obliterate Mingze.

His gaze was fixed on Anubis, who was standing very close to him.

A raging fire burned deep within his pupils.

As a transcendent being, he had not experienced this humiliating feeling of being unable to move for countless eons.

But no matter how much he screamed inside, he couldn't move a single finger.

Anubis looked at the immobilized Mr. Duan, a mocking sneer appearing on his face beneath his hood.

Without wasting words, he thrust the scepter in his hand fiercely into the void.

Immediately afterwards, he reached into his black robe with his withered hands and took out a magic disc that emitted a ghostly green light.

The ceremonial disc was made from a type of skull and its surface was covered with densely packed ancient Egyptian underworld inscriptions.

As soon as the Dharma disc was taken out, the solidified space around it emitted mournful cries.

It was as if even this frozen world could not withstand the cursed power on the magic disc.

Anubis held the sutra in both hands, his lips moving rapidly.

He began chanting an obscure incantation.

A ritual for higher-dimensional deities has officially begun.

As the incantation was recited, the eerie green light on the magic disc suddenly intensified.

Immediately afterwards, the light transformed into tangible threads, piercing deeply into Mr. Duan's body.

Dense black runes climbed wildly up Mr. Duan's body along the silk threads.

It spreads from the ankle down to the calf.

It pierced through his chest, then climbed upwards, covering his once composed face.

The eerie runes shimmered with a ghostly light.

Each flash was accompanied by a violent tremor of the fundamental laws within Mr. Duan's body.

The power within him was gradually locked away and extracted.

The ceremony ended with Anubis's final incantation.

"Snap!"

The magic disc in Anubis's hand, having exhausted its power, shattered with a crash.

It turned into bone dust and scattered into nothingness.

The runes on Mr. Duan's body were completely integrated into his flesh and bones.

It transforms into black tattoos, branded onto the body's surface, forming an impenetrable sealing net.

At this moment, Mr. Duan's arrogant demeanor quickly crumbled.

He had completely lost his air of being in control.

His once refined face aged visibly.

Wrinkles crept around his eyes, and his once black hair turned gray and dry in an instant.

His once upright body couldn't help but hunch over.

Like an old man whose life force has been drained, he exudes an aura of decay.