The Final Reckoning of Cause and Effect: I Can Predict Heaven’s Deadline

The celestial rails collapse, and a vast suspended landmass slides toward the bottomless abyss. The damaged Heavenly Dao spirals out of control, reduced to a cold, low-level death loop. The great clans of the myriad heavens abandon the world and flee, treating all living beings as expendable sacrifices. In the void, intersecting dark-red “Heavenly Dao deathlines” kill on contact, carving the world into a hopeless deathtrap. At the bottom of the Seventh Abandoned Isle, Shen Du opens his eyes amid the blood of death-row prisoners. His spinal rune marrow has been extracted, and his life is worth less than dust. But through his silver-white double pupils, the savage world is stripped of its facade: The immortal arts of the great clans, the disasters of the abyss, even the divine might of heaven and earth are all, at their core, broken code riddled with logical flaws. His sea of consciousness boils as millions of simulated scenarios reach their conclusions in milliseconds. In this desperate predicament, there is only one thread, fine as a hair, slipping through a judgment window of four-tenths of a breath. While everyone else despairs and waits to die, Shen Du grips his broken blade without a trace of emotion and shatters the deathtrap. “The Heavenly Dao is dead, and karma has become a prison. As long as there’s still a thread… I can cut it.” A mortal defies the final outcome!