Dual Cultivation: Omnipotent Villain with Reader System!-Chapter 63: The is the end sinner, there is no escape.

The wind died and clouds froze, as the golden aura intensified. The Tang Patriarch’s voice was a gavel striking the anvil of the world, heavy with the weight of a thousand years of righteous tradition. He did not shout like an angry hot-head, rather he declared the celestial decree, as if it’s only a natural thing to do.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill the devil heir!"

The chant came from the back, with hundreds of Daoists conveying their desire to kill the devil, utterly devoid of mercy.

Young Master Wang merely floated, hand clasped behind his back unable to quite comprehend this ’devil heir’ thing. He looked at the Patriarch with a gaze of utter indifference, as if watching a child play with mud.

’System please enlighten me about the devil heir?! Could it be because of the devil fire?! Tianmo communicated with his mental voice. He had made sure to erase all his traces, so, how could he get caught?!

If the news of him possessing the devil heir really reached afar, many influential figures would descend to claim his life without hesitation. To allow the devil to grow is to allow calamity to bloom, no one is foolish.

[Ding!]

[Host, the System cannot provide a definitive answer. However, based on probabilistic inference, the most likely explanation is interference from the Heavens themselves wanting to eliminate you as soon as possible.]

[The System and the Heavenly Dao operate on information, established laws, and observable causality rather than pure visual, thus, entities or forces tied to Devils i.e. True Primordials do not fall within our comprehension range, or at least not now for the system.]

’Pray elaborate in depth. How could Heavenly Dao be capable of winning yet, not comprehending...’

[Correction acknowledged, Host.]

[In this vastness of profound void, information is existence. Cause, effect, memory, and event are not abstract concepts—they are stored phenomena.]

[All recorded reality is embedded within space in the form of Nascent Immortal Matter. The System and the Heavens operate by accessing, indexing, and interpreting this medium.]

[Thus, what can be stored can be understood. What can be understood can be governed. However—True Primordial-level concepts cannot be encoded into Nascent Immortal Matter.]

[They do not generate storable causality. They do not leave retrievable memory so, anything related to the True Primordial can’t be comprehended.]

[You are valid to question how Heavenly Dao could eventually win the primordial war yet, it can’t even comprehend it. But... The Heavenly Dao’s conscious will resides within the True Domain of the beginning. And due to its power, it can’t manifest in the lower world because the Heavenly Dao didn’t create the world, it merely governs it and it has to rely on the Nascent Immortal master to learn what’s going on.]

[Also, for your information whenever something happens, heaven will learn it after 21 minutes.]

’Ooh! So, Heavenly Dao can’t exactly see what’s happening, but it gathers all the intel based on the Nascent Immortal Matter—a matter in existence that records the causality but it’s unable to record the authority or powers related to True Primordials. How amusing...’ Tianmo understood how exactly the heavens work.

Based on the clue—Heavenly Dao is a conscious will that has gained ego from reading memories of the dead, or even alive potentially believing the right and wrong should exist and morality should be upheld. It isn’t pure omnipotent, omniscient, or even omnipresent. But it sure falls into that category. Because it can read all available memories from the past to the present of everyone, and can gather intel from all places though there is a little delay. But it has some powerful authorities and servants everywhere.

But keeping afar things afar, Tianmo focused on the man with the sword. He might be the strongest person here. A sword cultivator... hmm, things are really interesting. What’s more, he even possesses a sword bone.

The patriarch of the Tang Clan, a Soul Lord realm figure, chanted a mantra, causing the space to ripple like water and profound magical runes to cover his figure... The runes soon transferred into a vision of a six-handed Ashura phantom made out of pure energy.

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang!

The large six hands of Ashura continuously struck Tianmo, shattering his bones and tendons. Each strike was infused with the law of destruction. However, his comprehension was somewhat lacking as Tianmo’s body was healing at an extremely rapid pace, and he didn’t even show the expression of pain.

This only fueled the anger of the Tang Patriarch causing him to grit his teeth and his eyes to bleed.

"You Devil... This old man will take vengeance for my little one," said the old man as he began to chant another mantra while his hands began to form a complex seal... Well, he wished.

Woosh!

The condensed spear of the gods created a large hole within his chest.

Pfft!

The Tang Clan patriarch coughed up blood, while the sword-cultivating Elder came forward holding a sharp sword gleaming with moonlight.

"This humble self is Sword King, Qan, of the Righteous Path. I feel honored to claim the head of a Devil heir with my sword, which shall allow me to walk in the path of the sword with no bottleneck..." A strong sword intent erupted from his body.

"I see you possess an Immortal body, may my sword be sharp enough to even shatter your Dao..." He uttered, giving a long introduction, before swinging his sword down with the force of a collapsing mountain.

The blade sliced through the air. Tianmo activated his Dual Pupils... It turns out this was an illusion word technique, a technique where the sword is swung at one place but it shall cut at another place.

He didn’t move, he simply stood there.

However, his left hand moved, catching the sword blade, his palm resting firmly on the metal, not even a single scratch appeared on his skin.

The Sword King Qan froze, his eyes widening in shock. He looked at his sword, which was trembling violently, as if it were a living thing sensing a predator.

Woosh!

To the left and right of Tianmo... The space shattered and the void began to suck the air.

Illusionary sword technique. Works just as the name suggests, alas, the enemy is someone who possesses Dual Pupils.

Woosh!

Tianmo raised his left hand and the space rippled, summoning the True Ashura Sword from his inventory, holding it in his left hand, since there are two supreme bones located there.

"What a strong sword... It can make my word tremble with its mere presence." Sword King Qan’s eyes widened in shock.

Just then,

Baam!

Lightning ripped through the sky, splitting clouds like parchment under a divine blade. The jagged current struck Tianmo, not as punishment, but as a declaration—an attempt to assert authority.

It was never a 1v1 matchup. It would be stupid to fight one by one when they can simply overpower him by their sheer numbers. And the one who made the move was the ancestor of the Tang Clan. The Holy Saint realm powerhouse.

He originally wanted to bestow them the opportunity, so they could strengthen their Dao heart but, who could have thought they turned out to be utterly useless. Hmph, how disappointing.

"Little brat," Tang Jao’s voice boomed, a sermon and a sword wrapped into one. "No matter how crude the darkness, when the first rays of light shimmer, the darkness ceases to exist. The Evil shall forever lose to justice. I, Tang Jao, ancestor of the Tang Clan, shall be the justice under Heaven and Earth! Let my name be written in golden letters within the records of Heavenly merit! For shall, I be the hope to erase evil and bring a new dawn of light!"

The words rang across the Flying Island, righteous and blinding, each syllable a chain attempting to bind Tianmo’s will.

Tianmo: "..."

Tianmo remained silent, yet, slightly confused nonetheless, he understood, the old man was having his moment, feeling invincible as if he was born for this moment. Pure main character energy.

The air between them began to negatively charge noticeably with the tension of a thousand falling stars. The ancestor of the Tang Clan, stood atop a pillar of condensed spiritual energy, his robes billowing in the gale he himself had summoned, with a pure angelic halo adding more to his majestic presence... His eyes burned with the fierce light of a man who believed he was the very definition of virtue.

He raised his palm, and instantly a spear made out of pure spiritual energy manifested, its tip glowing with a blinding white light.

Woosh!

The spear shot forth carrying the laws of destruction, capable enough even to destroy the immortal body with hyper regeneration, and his comprehension of the law of destructiveness was far above his own son.

In its path, the visible atomic space was shattered, the very fabric of reality unraveling like a worn tapestry.

Swoosh!

Tianmo used a void step and dodged the spear but, spear merely ned around and once again shot forth towards Tianmo. Looking closely, it was controlled by Ancestoe using his spiritual sense.

"Annoying..." That was all Tianmo could utter before his pupils began to follow the bright golden, unleashing his dragon might.

Bang!

The spear collided with his raw body, with the pressure of a collapsing star, shattering the Qi barrier that Tianmo summoned.

The blood and flesh splattered everywhere, painting the pristine white jade floor of the Wang estate in a grotesque, crimson mosaic.

Yet, what was the Law of destruction in the end!? How dare a mere law even hurt an Immortal Dao body?! The scene as if time was being rewound played again, instantly restoring Tianmo’s body.

Only when one is capable of suppressing the Dao, only then can one kill him.

"Ho! How amusing... To think your body would simply reject the causality, this old man is impressed. However, I have come prepared..."

With a hand seal, he summoned a Dao-suppressing pagoda, an imperial artifact with the ’might’ of an emperor. The moment, the artifact was summoned... The space began to hum and the sky began to collapse.

Tianmo raised an eyebrow... This makes no logical sense they have come fully prepared to hunt him, leaving no escape available.

What’s more, he fell into a trap... While his focus was entirely on the Tang clan ancestor, someone had already created a large Qi-suppressing array, and now he couldn’t even summon the Qi from his dantian.

He activated his dual pupils and there was no flaw in this array... This is the end. There is no logical escape from here.

"This is the end sinner, there is no escape, no hope... You shall be the stepping stone on the path of our ascension."

Woosh!!!!

The strong pressure from the imperial pagoda descended towards Tianmo, causing him to fall to the ground, the blood leaking out of his mouth. His internal organs were severely damaged and his Immortal Dao body was no longer responding.

The Wang family came out yet none dared to stop the scene, everyone was frozen, completely terrified. None dared to step forward to protect Tianmo, yet, it was understandable given that, any attempt to save him would be futile and their own life would be in jeopardy.

Think, Tianmo think... He quickly summoned his All-refining devil fire to refine the array but it simply didn’t work.

"Hou! Resistance is it... Afraid of death? Have you ever thought that you will be killed one day as well when you killed someone else... Since, you refuse to walk in the path of benevolence, it’s only fitting to pay the price with your life."

Another cold quote from the Old Man, enjoying the little resistance Tianmo showed under his absolute control. Dragon court?! Tianmo’s backing? Ha, who would shelter the devil!? Even if they did, the whole world would stand with him.

That’s why, he hasn’t released the news of Tianmo being a devil afar, in fear that someone else would easily kill Tianmo, reducing him of his heavenly merit.