Inside the darkness, there was the light three. One was red, the other blue, and another, a dim white light. The bearer of the red light looked down upon the limp body of the fox, losing her white blood with the passing second.

"I—I did it, she's dead, finally, she's gone and we can be together now, Lin—"

The bearer of the red light stopped at the sight of the blue light's bearer… changed. Bound by a scaly serpentine body. His mouth covered, yet he knew all too well he could break free at any moment.

His binds were only there only because the one inside him cared much for the possessor of the flesh. Yet, now, everything flipped over, and the hold.just.snapped. Black tendrils, sprouted from underneath his skin as his eyes revolved. His pupils dilated seeing the flowing white blood from Bai Xue's body.

The wisp of the natural laws leaving her body began to fade, with the life of a Monarch. Space quaked, it wept yet not for the fallen body of the white light… but for the anger of its Creator—Wang Ling.

"No… it's happening again." The Predecessor's eyes dilated from fear seeing the "Ling… no, don't do this… don't let it take hold of yo—AHHHH!"

The binds holding him back shred to bits and pieces by mere killing intent turned to the personification of death. The Predecessor already forgot of the pain she was in, and could only see the being wrapped in darkness before her.

"Ling! Th—that darkness? Don't tell me… did you accept the darkness?"

The Predecessor spoke with distressed emotions. Unable to keep her mind stable seeing the rising darkness from Wang Ling's light, replacing life. Wang Ling got on her his knees, the tips of his fingers brushing past Bai Xue's hair.

"Xue… no…." Wang Ling's voice was weak. Something that had been heard before. Speechless and unable to utter a single tone and with such a weak voice, the swirling darkness surrounding the cavern stopped and then, flooded back into Wang Ling's body.

From his back, an invisible path opened. A tattoo etched in gold, a wing inside a golden circle. The path hovered right above Wang Ling's nape. The cavern was remade to how it was. The Deities scattered on the ground, unconscious, the blades and weapons he wasted.

All of it remained but, the flowing white blood coming from Bai Xue. Always, Wang Ling roars and screams as he fought Demons and other humans. Ironically, however, this silence of his was so deafening that the compressed Realm meant to contain Deities and the Predecessor shook… and the World… warped.

"My love, are you—" the Predecessor stopped her words, and watched Wang Ling hold Bai Xue in his hands. Tightly embracing her limp body, bringing her close to his face as the stream of tears escaped from his eyes.

She bit her lower lip, to make an attempt to approach Wang Ling. Wanting to touch his skin. Upon coming closer than a meter, her entire body froze. In front of her, in arm's length was the one she lost. She reached out to him with a smile—

FWU!

Tainted, Bluish Black Wings sprouted from behind attacking the Predecessor, pushing her back. On her back were the same six pairs he had all those times; the only difference was the feathers it had. Before, the feathers were similar to any avian species but stronger and more flexible. This time… it was a black, writhing shadow.

Wang Ling touched Bai Xue's face… and began smiling as he reminisced of the past. Bai Xue had been there with him all this time. When he reincarnated to his second life, only she knew who he was and only she accepted who he truly was.

When all were said and done, Wang Ling had been with Bai Xue since the dawn of everything and for the longest time, she had seen him as his partner, his companion, his lover. He cared for her, deeper than he could ever admit.

Their banters, their curses, their journey. They had fought and risked their lives together, they created a life together and was supposed to stand on top of the Universe just like they desired—together.

Wang Ling saw a possible future with him sharing a smile… yet now… all he could see was Bai Xue's corpse and a future where his daughter crying. And all of that, because he wanted to give someone closure. Just because he thought he could be someone bigger than what he truly was—a slaughterer.

Though before, his Slaughter Quintessence that turned to Death Quintessence just added sharpness to his already materialized intent.

To Wang Ling, killing intent was no simple thought or force. It was no mere aura but another form of a power he materialized killing intent for his own usage. Even then, however, Wang Ling's killing intent was still below the existence of the ever-malleable qi. Because no matter how thick or real killing intent becomes, it was, at its very core just Bloodlust.

But what if the power of creation was to be placed in his hands? What then?

If the Essence of Origin was to fall in his hand, no—what if he becomes the Essence of Origin? The very source of Chaos Qi, and the essence of life itself. What would happen to the killing intent that could already rip apart Celestials, and Immortals? What would come to be from the mixture of Chaos, and the killing intent of a madman?

The answer had already appeared in this Universe, and its name was already decided by Wang Ling two years ago. The power that lies beyond Quintessence, the power that goes beyond slaughters — Pure Death Intent.

The writing shadow stabilized for a second and slowly, he turned around to the Bai Xue's predecessor, with a crooked smile and his eyes pure, black "I will kill you."

BOOM!

And the Dimension Bai Xue created was devoured and destroyed by Death. in a split second.