The Undying Transmigrator

Chapter 50: Divine Speed

Light—endless and boundless, its origin unknown—covered Mo Wen’s surroundings.

Its heat was so intense that neither the war satellites, nor the blockers borrowing Zero’s power, nor Zero itself, had ever reached such a temperature. It was as if even space itself was warped by this blazing heat, and the natural light of the universe was swallowed whole.

The light was so dense that, although it did not blanket everything with an absolute attack radius like Zero, it intersected and overlapped, blocking all Mo Wen’s evasion space and leaving many traps and counterattack opportunities.

Powerful!

Opponents who could suppress Mo Wen’s incredible speed mostly relied on overwhelming force in a single strike, but Qi Shiming made him clearly feel what a true battle-hardened warrior was—what it meant to command power as effortlessly as an extension of the body.

Targeting the enemy’s weaknesses, he used minimal effort to achieve maximum results.

But Mo Wen, who had also entered Energy Level 6, was no longer subject to suppression.

His personal time acceleration reached an unimaginable realm—not thousands, not millions, not even describable as mere stagnation—but a complete stop, even to the point of imperceptible reverse flow.

Arrogantly put, Mo Wen felt he could now boldly proclaim himself the master of the world.

At this moment, he was so strong that even he could hardly comprehend it.No matter how formidable the assault, no matter how flawless the dense net, a complete stop of time could prevent any strong opponent, and if time reversed, meaning the attack had never been released from the start, then it was utterly meaningless.

And Mo Wen could maintain time stop forever.

Until his obsession was completely exhausted, he would not die. Until he died, his psychic power would not be depleted.

Within the time that belonged solely to Mo Wen, he crossed the distance to Qi Shiming and arrived before him, his psychic power locking onto the connection between Qi Shiming’s consciousness and container.

Slash!

Qi Shiming, who should have been immobilized by the accelerated time, condensed the light into solid hard light and blocked the strike.

A brilliant counterattack.

Mo Wen had no idea how Qi Shiming managed it. This nearly perfect warrior obviously would not arrogantly explain his moves, but Mo Wen was not surprised.

What was there to be shocked about when a peerless strong fighter blocked his attack?

Still, understanding and decoding the opponent’s moves was necessary to continue the assault.

Slash again!

This strike did not pursue sharpness but emphasized destructive power.

Launching an attack within an almost infinitely short time meant the attack speed was nearly infinite; in other words, the strike released nearly infinite energy.

Power enough to recreate the universe, to annihilate all things, existed for a fleeting moment in an infinitesimal point.

Psychic power allowed miracles, but the world would not permit senseless destruction.

The cold, solemn laws of the material universe placed limits on this strike, yet Qi Shiming, close at hand, directly felt that destructive force.

This was not why the world rejected Mo Wen, but it was certainly extremely dangerous.

However, “observation” was like a “mirror”; light was refracted in the mirror.

The remaining light at the original site was easily wiped away.

Then, within Mo Wen’s perception, hundreds of Qi Shimings appeared simultaneously, summoning a rain of light in this time-stop that should have belonged only to him.

Perfect clones? Very similar, but Mo Wen instinctively sensed something was different.

His brain raced, continuously contemplating the possibilities.

Did Qi Shiming’s superluminal speed also touch the time domain, refracting every version of himself across time? Could Qi Shiming’s light transcend space, even cross worlds to interfere with parallel universes? Was Qi Shiming disrupting his perception, making him hallucinate?

Mo Wen discarded perception and charged at one of the Qi Shimings.

In the darkness where nothing could be sensed, death so close at hand did not advance an inch.

He understood.

Qi Shiming’s ability to invade his time was a perception-based counterattack technique.

The simplest way was naturally to roughly confirm Qi Shiming’s true location and then give up perception to strike in a covering manner, but that would only destroy the container and not sever the connection, obviously not matching Mo Wen’s purpose.

So, for now, put victory aside and break through the encirclement.

Mo Wen attacked in all directions. The moment he regained perception, the continuing light and divine-speed slashes collided, and unrestrained energy swept the surroundings clean.

Qi Shiming realized Mo Wen had understood his move, and he also realized one of Mo Wen’s advantages and weaknesses.

Shielding perception was simple but meant complete exposure to the enemy’s assault; only by fighting desperately or having strong confidence would someone dare such folly, and Mo Wen was obviously the latter.

The physical body was no longer a weakness; in fact, even if turned to ashes, it could instantly regenerate... most of Qi Shiming’s moves were ineffective against this.

But the power to reject death came from psychic power; the determination to continue fighting came from obsession.

Delaying until Mo Wen’s spirit collapsed and he lost control of his psychic power might work, but that was not Qi Shiming’s style.

Then, next, I will wash away your spirit completely!

Qi Shiming immediately changed his move. The light he once accepted, the reflections others cast through him, the future he would create—all these countless brilliant lights he poured into a single strike. Not a plea for surrender, but as a strong warrior offering a final kill to another strong warrior.

This strike had no attack trajectory but could still be clearly felt as it unfolded.

Mo Wen, just breaking through the encirclement, felt the warm radiance seep into his resistance, trying to invade his mind.

But in the battle of wills, he would not lose!

The noise in his ears and mind grew louder, and Mo Wen used this to lock onto Qi Shiming’s true body.

Distance: 18 billion kilometers.

He was not hiding among the clones but using a distance so despairing to ordinary people that it became an impenetrable absolute defense.

Even with all human efforts combined, crossing such a distance in a lifetime was impossible—this was the most desperate barrier for all life born on stars aspiring to leap into the universe.

Mo Wen’s base speed did not rise but dropped. Facing such distance, moving normally within time stop would take an unknowable number of years to reach Qi Shiming’s true body, let alone Qi Shiming moving when sensed.

But Mo Wen’s current psychic power, having reached Energy Level 6, gave rise to many new possibilities. His mind constantly surfaced new techniques.

The physical body was just a shell carrying his consciousness. Why, when manipulating time, did the body and mind have to move at the same speed?

Mo Wen’s consciousness maintained normal speed while his body transformed into a streak of light, carrying his consciousness and shooting toward Qi Shiming’s true location.

The battlefield expanded and transformed, as if drawing in the stars outside, or as if a force beyond the mortal realm twisted the laws here, recreating the birth of stars.

Stardust, asteroids, even many peculiar planets appeared out of thin air, blocking Mo Wen’s path.