Chapter 1294, Heavenly Punishment

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

 

“Stop me?” A cold chuckle escaped Yu Zi Yu’s lips as a mocking gleam flickered in his eyes. “You actually thought you could change my will?”

 

“That’s why… it’s impossible…” His voice growing more sorrowful, a bitter look blanketed the Prophet’s face.

 

[Change!? How could he possibly change the inevitable? The moment the Troll King had stepped into the Void, everything had already been set in motion. This… is just vengeance, retribution from the deepest recesses of the Void. And it wouldn’t stop with the Trolls. The Dwarves, the Buddhist Sect. Even they would not escape the coming calamity.]

 

All of this… stemmed from the same cause: They had provoked the most terrifying Force lurking within the Void: The Original Sins, a group so fearsome, it should not have existed at all.

 

No one knew their origin.

 

No one knew their members.

 

However, in the fragmented glimpses of the future that the Prophet had managed to divine, he saw only blood-soaked skies, and Void Thrones floating high in the Void. And those who bore the name Original Sins seated upon it.

 

They were the rulers of the Void, and the true harbingers of destruction across the universe.

 

*Pufff…* Suddenly, the Prophet was unable to hold on and coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining his old robes soaking red. His body staggered as even the last of his life essence slipped away.

 

Yu Zi Yu tilted his head with an amused smile.

 

Then, as if recalling something, he lifted his foot…

 

*Booooom…* With a single step, Yu Zi Yu, warping space, arrived directly before the dying Prophet in the blink of an eye.

 

“Let me take a look… at what you saw,” muttering to himself, he raised his finger and placed it gently on the old Troll’s brow.

 

*Boooooom…* With a thunderous roar, countless memory fragments surged into Yu Zi Yu’s mind like a raging tide.

 

And among them, his gaze locked onto the final fragment. A vision of the vast and boundless starry sky.

 

But this sky was split in two.

 

On one side, infinite purple stretched across the Heavens, and within it, stood seven indistinct figures, silent and imposing.

 

On the other side, the myriad clans of the stars stood, radiating an overwhelming aura that pressed forward like a storm.

 

“This is…” An alarmed cry escaped Yu Zi Yu as he suddenly heard a thunderous roar.

 

Then, a bolt of crimson lightning came shooting down the skies, tearing through the Heavens, and struck the Prophet’s corpse dead-on, incinerating what remained of him.

 

“So he leaked the secrets of Heaven, huh?” Yu Zi Yu muttered, realization dawning in his voice.

 

That final memory fragment. He had no doubt it was a glimpse of the ultimate confrontation between the Void and the Myriad Races, a glimpse of the Final Battle.

 

However, something gnawed at him, the seven figures who stood at the peak of the Void, their silhouettes… were completely unfamiliar to him.

 

[Are they truly the Seven Original Sins? Or is it someone else standing at the top of the Void?] The entire scene had left him puzzled and confused. But despite this, Yu Zi Yu did not dare jump to conclusions. As someone who had mastered the Principle of Spacetime, he understood all too well that this future was not fixed.

 

What prophets and seers glimpse were merely tributaries of time.

 

Even the closest ones… may still veer far from the true river of reality.

 

That was why prophecies should never be fully trusted. And if one must, then only the legendary Grand Divine Ability known as the Great Art of Prophecy should be heeded, as it allowed the user to divine from the River of Time itself.

 

If such a prophecy were ever spoken, then no matter how the path twisted, the future would inevitably arrive.

 

However, those who practiced the Great Art of Prophecy bore immense karmic burdens. It was not something ordinary beings could survive.

 

Even Yu Zi Yu himself, despite his greed for Divine Abilities,had no desire to cultivate it.

 

The price was too high. The gains? Not enough.

 

Such power might suit those with a sense of sacrifice, but not Yu Zi Yu, bever Yu Zi Yu.

 

After all, Yu Zi Yu was not the self-sacrificing type.

 

He would never ever foresee the future for others, just to suffer karmic backlash himself.

 

That was simply impossible!

 

If he were truly that kind of fool, he wouldn’t have made it this far.

 

What Yu Zi Yu didn’t know, however, was that this very part of his nature was precisely why the Sixteen Holy Wings had never brought up the legendary Great Art of Prophecy.

 

Indeed, it was one of the Angel Clan’s greatest legacy, passed down through eras, but for someone like Yu Zi Yu, he wouldn’t touch it even if it were handed to him wrapped in gold.

 

The Sixteen Holy Wings had long since seen through Yu Zi Yu: Show him kindness, and he will return it generously. But ask him to bear the burdens of others, to shoulder massive karma…

 

That was something he would never do.

 

His only goal was to seek his own Dao. And for this, he was willing to do anything.

 

Glory and fame? They meant nothing to him. In fact, he avoided them like the plague.

 

But strangely, it was exactly this detached nature that made the Sixteen Holy Wings feel reassured.

 

“If even someone like Yu Zi Yu cannot attain enlightenment… then there’s little hope for the rest.”

 

Such thoughts had crossed Anzuiel’s mind more than once, and its regard for Yu Zi Yu had only risen higher each time.

 

…

 

As for Yu Zi Yu himself, he remained utterly unaware of Anzuiel’s praise.

 

Standing in silence, he gazed at the figure now reduced to ash by that blood-red bolt of divine lightning.

 

Having revealed the secrets of Heaven, he was struck down by the Heavenly Punishment.

 

Even in death, the Prophet’s Soul had been obliterated.

 

This wasn’t just punishment for the Prophet, it was also a warning, a warning from Heaven to Yu Zi Yu.

 

“Interesting. How interesting,” he murmured, eyes glinting with amusement as he looked up into the vast sky.

 

Would this so-called Heavenly Punishment be able to slay him?

 

He doubted it.

 

His strength had long surpassed the norm. To truly erase him, the Heavens would need more than just a casual punishment.

 

And besides, Yu Zi Yu wasn’t an idiot.

 

Why would he ever carelessly provoke the wrath of Heaven?

 

With a small smile tugging at his lips, he took a final look around, gathered the belongings of the now-obliterated Prophet, collected a nearby Tier-6 Spirit Herb, then turned to leave.

 

After all, to a being of the Void, the stars were no safe haven.

 

Just as the Void suppressed denizens of the Universe, so too did the Universe suppress the creatures of the Void.

 

The two were mutually exclusive.

 

However, the Void had something the Universe lacked, Corruption.

 

And thus, its suppression was far, far more terrifying.