Chapter 29: The Collapse of Space

The void quivered, and reality screamed as the intruder stretched out his hands. Space itself was unraveling.

Wu Tian's eyes narrowed as an abyssal tear split open behind the man, an endless chasm of swirling chaos. This was beyond anything he had seen before.

Yan Xue gasped, struggling to move under the immense force bearing down on them. "He's… opening a rift!"

The intruder's smirk widened. "You forced my hand, Wu Tian."

The chasm pulsed, releasing an immeasurable wave of destruction. Everything in its path—air, energy, even light—was devoured into the abyss.

Wu Tian's heartbeat slowed. He could feel it—the Sealed World rejecting this power, yet unable to resist.

Yan Xue shouted, "Wu Tian! If that thing expands—"

"I know," he cut in, his gaze unwavering. "The world itself will collapse."

The intruder's smirk turned into a sneer. "And you will fall with it."

Wu Tian exhaled. This was the true difference between them. The man before him had not just mastered space—he was forcibly breaking the rules of this world, something only possible because this was a lesser realm than his own.

If they were in his world, this technique wouldn't even work.

But here? Here, it was destruction incarnate.

Wu Tian's fingers curled into a fist. "Then I just have to break it first."

The Final Clash

The abyss expanded, spiraling outward. The valley floor twisted, sucked into the depths of nothingness.

Wu Tian moved.

His foot slammed into the ground, his body flickering out of existence. Not just speed—he transcended movement itself.

The intruder barely had time to react before Wu Tian's fist struck his chest.

BOOM!

A massive shockwave rippled through the collapsing void. For the first time, the intruder's body twisted under the force.

But the chasm continued to expand.

The man wiped the blood from his lips and chuckled. "Too late."

The sky above fractured.

Yan Xue's eyes widened. "Wu Tian, we have to retreat!"

"No," he said coldly. "I need to finish this."

His blood burned, his Eighth Gate—Heavenly Stride—pulsing at its peak.

He clenched his fists. One final step.

His book flickered in his mind, unveiling a single line:

"The Ninth Gate—Celestial Rupture."

His veins pulsed gold. His body hummed with boundless power.

Then, he vanished.

The Ninth Gate—Celestial Rupture

Wu Tian reappeared above the intruder.

His fist descended, not just carrying strength—but the very will to reject the fate of this world.

A single blow.

The impact shattered the sky.

The intruder's eyes widened in disbelief as his technique—his abyss, his void—collapsed inward, unable to withstand the sheer force.

The swirling chasm twisted, folding in on itself until it ceased to exist.

Wu Tian landed on solid ground, his breath steady.

The intruder staggered, a deep crack forming across his body. He looked down, as if unable to comprehend what had happened. "You…"

Wu Tian exhaled. "Leave."

The man chuckled weakly. "I don't think I can."

The crack widened—and his body shattered into nothing.

The world stilled.

The battlefield, once an abyss of destruction, was now eerily quiet. Wu Tian had won.

Yan Xue stared in disbelief. "You… defeated him."

Wu Tian turned away. He wasn't celebrating. This wasn't the end. It was only the beginning.

His gaze drifted toward the sky.

There were greater realms beyond this one. And now, he knew—he had to reach them.