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Xuan Nan Gong's decisive strike at the "present moment" was destined to fail even at "that time".
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At this time, in this world of soaring divine essence, the heavens are shrouded in mist. Only the celestial paths wind their way through the expanse, stretching towards the distance, pointing the way home for the wandering souls of humankind.
Under the celestial expanse, stood the radiant and formidable guardian deities. Beneath them lay the ever-changing landscapes of mountains and rivers, collapsing and regenerating ceaselessly.
Tick-tock!
The sound of the heavens and earth splitting was not in his ears, but Xuan Nanguang seemed to hear it. In that eternal river of time, there were the sounds of dripping water.
That was the time slipping through his fingers, a possibility he had let slip away with his own hands. A single sound, echoing a thousand times, a single point rippling into ten thousand waves.
Ten million divine statues arrayed on the celestial demon altar, like a half-wilted godflower.
And the guardian deity he controlled raised his right hand, as if bidding farewell to that human boy....
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How ridiculous!
Although this wasn't a confrontation between him and Jiang Wang, he simply missed the placement of Master Xingnian. But losing to the "past" in the "present," is that something to be proud of
More important than face, is the consequence of Jiang Wang taking away the news of Shenxiao World's opening! He couldn't accept it.
The golden, radiant guardian deity was directly thrown backwards, tumbling into the surging, roaring flood.
And a golden light leaped out of the torrent, spanning the vast sky and instantly falling onto the Heavenly Altar, sinking into the body of the flawless Divine King.
At the same time, all the divine statues arrayed at the Heavenly Demon Altar collapsed outward. For a moment, it was like a lotus flower in full bloom falling into ruin.
The Altar of Sealing Gods utilizes the accumulated power of countless years in the Daoist tradition to forge this Divine King's body. The greatest destiny for it is the return of Yu Zheng, the Grand Ancestor, who will inhabit this body and transcend beyond limitations.
Below that, the best utilization method is to find a deity through the Seal of Gods platform in the Immemorial Imperial City, within the divine path of the demon realm. After a period of time, complete the enthronement and achieve the first deity belonging to the Seal of Gods platform.
Such a conferred divinity might not transcend its limitations to become an honored god, but attaining the rank of a supreme Yang God should be no problem. Moreover, this supreme Yang God is entirely under the control of the Conferred Gods Platform, making it a perfect tool.
Directly utilizing the Ten Thousand Gods Sea Sealing God Platform to bestow this Divine King as the lord of the Divine霄 world is indeed the best choice Xuan Nan Gong could have made under these circumstances.
But this realm has no corresponding deities enshrined. The process of the God King's self-birth from spiritual essence is inevitable, and it requires Xuan Nan Gong to guide him constantly, preventing him from completely shedding the influence of the Sealing God Platform after his achievement, and thoroughly returning to the world of Shen Xiao himself.
However, in that moment when he was drawing the moon from the water with empty hands, Xuan Nangong made a new choice. He completely severed this part of himself that had descended into the world of Shenxiao, pouring it all into this statue of the divine king... merging his body with the god!
He was already a generation of Heavenly Demons, holding the reins of the current era's Divine Ranking Platform. The Yang God position held no appeal for him. Only the peak above, was what he yearned for after pouring his heart and soul into it.
After this cutting.
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The Xuan Nan Gong, located in the demon world, will have no further chance of transcendence.
The Xuan Nan Gong, who resides in the Shenxiao world, will surely dissolve his ego during the process of playing a role in the divine transformation, and truly return to the Shenxiao world.
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Because this burgeoning world of greatness exists as an embodiment of "openness," the Divine Lord of the Shenxiao World cannot possibly harbor a closed-off "self" and "other" existence.
But this process of dissipation still takes time, and under the deliberate resistance of Heavenly Demon Xuan Nan Gong, time could be extended further.
As for a Heavenly Demon, there are so many things that can be done during this time!
For example, the accelerated rise of the Shenxiao world.
For example, it influences the changes in the whole world, making all kinds of climates and environments closer to the demon realm.
The perfect divine body standing on the Sealing Platform of Myriad Gods Sea, at this moment, chiseled out clear facial features. There were faintly two points reminiscent of Xuan Nan Gong's shadow, but overall it was a different face... Every line conformed to the rules of this world.
This Fengshen Platform, which was almost plundered by the Tiger Deity and then reclaimed by Xuan Nanguan, stands tall in the Wan Shen Sea, billowing with the wind.
Unfathomably lofty. Like a magnificent mountain rising from the earth, it stands firm amidst a world in constant upheaval, reaching straight for the heavens.
With this high platform as the center, the waves around it subsided in circles. Subduing dragons and tigers, suppressing the wind and clouds!
The Xuan Nan Gong, who embodied the divinity, stood on this divine platform. With a flick of his left hand, he grasped a gigantic gilded bow. This bow had time and space as its body and cause and effect as its string. The back of the bow was engraved with mountains, rivers, and streams.
His right hand lay across the strings, drawing one taut like a full moon.
Between his index, middle and thumb finger, an arrow then appeared. A pitch-black arrow radiating annihilation power, and it was continuously solidifying, continuously absorbing.
Xuan Nangu Gong, wielding the authority of this world's divine master, orchestrated a large-scale mobilization of the power dispersed during this world's ascension process—the old order collapsing, the new order emerging. During this transition, a significant amount of power naturally dissipates. However, it ultimately returns to this world and is assimilated by it.
But at this time, Xuan Nan Gong called him forth.
So, on this altar, drawing a bow and an arrow, gazing at the Big Dipper. Looking straight north, shoot the Greedy Wolf!
It’s not just about greed!
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So, Xuan Nan Gong's arrow followed the starlight of Jiang Wang and struck at the Starlight Sacred Pavilion of Jiang Wang.
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They descended from the ancient starry sky, taking Jiang Wang with them. Though it was due to the assistance of the Shenxiao world itself, Xuan Nan Gong also gained the possibility of tracing its origins through the Shenxiao world.
Jiang Wang had already escaped "Tianwai" with the help of Master Xingnian. This step was naturally brilliant, leaving Xuan Nanguan unable to catch up again. But Xuan Nanguan didn't bother chasing him! Instead, he used the power of the Shenxiao world to lock onto that ancient starry sky and the Star Tower within it.
First, destroy the beacons this person has erected across the vast cosmos, shattering their path. Then, through the destruction of their path and its connections, obliterate this celestial prodigy of humanity altogether.
This is a demon's trick!
Why is it said that "present" victory is certain over "past" victory
Even if Master Xingnian is skilled and strategizes deeply, he can't change the past. The past is set in stone.
Even though Xuan Nan Gong's skill might be inferior to others, his current move is still unpredictable and ever-changing.
He could still make another move even after losing, but Master Xingnian of the Chan school couldn't respond to the game anymore. “In a normal world, there is always the possibility of both success and failure.”
If the success and failure of the Shenxiao world are compared to a bow, failure is drawing the string outward, and success is releasing it. Yu Zhen Great Ancestor erased all successes, causing this bowstring to be pulled to its fullest, taut to the limit.
When this world is elevated and causality is established, it is also the time when "the bowstring returns to its place."
All failures led to this one success. This bow shot an unprecedentedly powerful arrow of causality, striking the success that Great Ancestor Yǔzhēn desired.
Jiang Wang precisely saw this point, and at the moment when the bowstring rebounded, he also strung his own insignificant arrow. By sharing the cause-and-effect feedback of the Shenxiao world with the great ancestor Tong Yu Zheng, he was able to pave the way for the stars and seize the possibility of his return home.
The windswept chasm, once like a knife slicing through the land, had been filled in. Ye Fei leaped across the flying stones that crisscrossed the valley floor, his voice calm as he explained the star path across the heavens to Zhu Dali. He even used Xuan Nan Gong's arrows as an analogy.
As the genuine newly crowned champion, though she failed to discover the truth about the world beforehand, as everything was nearing its end, she could still discern the subtle clues.
Though the heavens and earth overturned with a tremendous roar, her purple hair danced with her movements, almost gracefully so.
Zhu Dali remained silent, bearing his twin blades. He leaped nimbly through the rubble, chasing after that violet hue and speeding further into this world. No matter what kind of world Shenxiao was, he and She Guyu were destined to be unwelcome there. They would press onward, seeking greater strength for themselves in distant lands.
Perhaps it was because I had listened too intently to She Guyu's explanation, or perhaps it was the world's tumultuous changes that stirred my very soul.
He didn't notice as he dashed through the rubble that a piece of rough cloth slipped from his arms, fluttering among the falling stones before being quickly flung behind him.
This is a piece of cloth that looks very ordinary.
Even possibly a rag used by some shop assistant.
The few stubborn stains that are not difficult to spot may perhaps serve as proof.
It was precisely it, wrapped in the rouge mirror, that roamed back and forth in Mo Yun City. It was precisely it, wrapped in the rouge mirror, hidden in Zhu Dali's arms.
When Jiang Wang leaped out of the mirror world, she took the red-painted mirror but left behind this rough cloth. As for Zhu Dali, whether he overlooked it or kept it as a memento, he did not throw it away.
At this moment, it "slipped" out of Zhu Dali's arms, fluttering crookedly and leaving the rocky patch. It flew over the ravine, over the rushing river, over the mountains... flying close to the infinitely towering Sealing God Platform, then suddenly veered off course.
In Ling Xi Hua's incredulous gaze, it even nimbly twisted and turned, dodging Lu Qi Lang's emergency pursuit—a rainbow sword flashing.
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This coarse cloth has a big problem!
Xuannan Gong, who had already ascended to an unreachable height with the Divine Sealing Platform, only realized something was amiss at this moment.
At this moment, the arrow has already left the bow and flown towards the Big Dipper.
Xuan Nangu Gong immediately drew his bow and turned, not having time to build up his strength. Standing high above, he fired nine arrows in succession. The nine arrows flew together, each striking the next.
The last arrow transcended its limits, the tailwind generated by its feathers howling like a tornado!
But the arrowhead had overtaken the mysterious coarse cloth, piercing it! No.
Xuan Nan Gong himself realized it was wrong.
His Shenxiao arrow pierced only an illusion.
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Before this arrow struck, the coarse cloth had already vanished.
At this time, Mount Shen, besides the endlessly towering platform for sealing gods, there is also the Six Paths Forest and the inscription tablet in front of it.
...and before the stone tablet... lies a compressed divine Xiaomen, without end.
It is because of this gate's existence that Mount Shen is the center of the Shenxiao world.
Xuan Nan Gong's face changed drastically, he stepped off the divine platform, grasped his longbow, and had already arrived in front of the colossal gate of the Divine Xia.
...and he only saw that plain-looking coarse cloth, spread out wide and sprawled right in the middle of that silver-white divine celestial gate.
It's like... someone has sealed it with a sticker.
Two large oil stains on the rough cloth, one vertical point, oddly resembled a "卜" character. Both Lu Qiulang and Ling Xihu were perplexed, exchanging puzzled glances.
Xuannan Gong’s face darkened, but he did not wait for him to say anything.
Deep within, an aged voice arose naturally, seeming to whisper into the listener's ear, as if it were proclaiming in perfect order —
In the name of my divination, I seal this world for one hundred years!
The sound evokes a sense of "harmony" above all else. Every pronunciation, every syllable, is perfectly placed. Even the cataclysmic sounds of mountains crumbling and thunder roaring seem to be playing in harmony with it. It perfectly adheres to the rules of the divine realm, almost as if it were the voice of the world itself.
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However, the content conveyed by this voice was so terrifying. Bup!
In the ancient times, among the Eight Wise Ministers who supported Emperor Fuzhi of the Yu tribe, this name ranked first!
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He also held a prestigious position, being the teacher of the Human Emperor. It was under his tutelage that the fire god, Shennong, grew up in that dark ancient era and became the first emperor of humankind.
Don't talk about someone like Rokurota, so young and inexperienced.
Even Xuan Nan Gong, a renowned celestial demon of his time, was taken aback upon hearing the name: "Bu Lian"
But Lian had already died in the distant past!
From prehistoric times, ancient times, medieval times, and modern times, how many great eras have passed The demon clan has long since retreated from the mortal world to the Heavenly Prison. How can anyone still claim to be Bu Lian here
Posturing Or playing a trick
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But this tattered piece of cloth's imposing aura is undeniably real. What on earth is going on here
On the side of that mountain, within the sea of clouds, there once stood a majestic giant ape deity. Its outward appearance resembled a mountain, while its inner being was a myriad of flesh and gods. It had long since died, awaiting dissolution by the passage of time. In the tumultuous upheaval of the Heavenly Realm, its disintegration was accelerating....Half of it had already collapsed.
But at this moment, the four characters "Er Ti Zhe Ming" on the bronze cauldron atop the Heavenly Demon Altar suddenly flew out and landed in the giant ape's divine form.
The giant ape's hollow eyes suddenly ignited with two balls of soul fire! "Bul Liam... Bul Liam!"
He uttered in a low voice, "I have searched for you for many years!"
The Giant Ape God opened its maw, its voice though not loud, rumbled like thunder through the air, stopping the true thunder in its tracks.
Xuan Nangong immediately knelt down on one knee and addressed the emperor. Lu Qilang Ling Xihua even fell to the ground, unable to rise.
“Oh” A voice, ancient and emanating from the depths of nothingness, inquired. His form also emerged from that same void.
This was a thin, hunched old man with sparse white hair and deep wrinkles. Only his eyes were bright as stars, hanging before that giant ape-like visage, quietly meeting its gaze.
"Why has the little demon come to find my old self"
The Giant Ape God smiled faintly and said, “When I ascended to the throne, I often felt a shadow looming over the river of fate, but I couldn’t find out who it was or what means they used. Only today have I learned the truth! It turned out to be an old senior from the ancient times! That time when the True Dao Master attacked me, wasn’t it you who helped confuse the heavens”
Xuan Nangong knelt half, silent. Hearing the emperor Yuan Xi say so much, he finally dared to be sure that this little old man was indeed Pu Lian.
Bu Lian scratched his messy beard and said with self-satisfaction, "It's just a matter of using a little trickery."
Emperor Yuanxi praised, “Master, you’re quite skillful. You nearly had me killed in this ambush! Well played!”
Bu Lian waved his hand: "It's not worth mentioning, it's best not to mention it."
“That's right. Compared to those former Demon Emperors, I indeed wouldn't even mention them.” Yuan Xi said with self-deprecating humor, and then asked, “Master, with your supreme divine power, you have concealed this divine will within the destiny of the demon clan. Whenever the demon clan has a rising momentum, it appears accordingly. How many times, over these years, do you think you've made a move”
This old geezer just smirked and said, “Countless.” Yuan Xi smiled. "Is it countless, or simply forgotten Every time you appear when needed, you should be in a completely new state, with no traces of past karma. Of course, there would be no memory of any particular action... Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to hide for so many years, never being discovered.”
Bu Lian frowned: "This little monster isn't easy to fool"
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"This time, since I've called you out, don't plan on going back, alright" Yuan Xi's voice was gentle.
Bu Lian's eyes flickered, "That depends on your ability."
The Ape God slowly moved its head, glanced at the 'seal' on the divine lightning gate, then turned back with a rumbling sound, looking at the old man with his bow: "I consider myself an old acquaintance of yours... A hundred years is too long! Let's make a deal. What do you say"
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Every wrinkle on Bu Lian's face was heavy, but his smile always had a light and quick feeling.
He smiled and said, "Since ancient times, there has been a natural order of things. Bargaining is inevitable. Let this old man hear your sincerity!"
Yuan Xi dao: "Three breaths." Bu Lian directly turned around.
“Wait! There’s still something I haven’t told you!” Yuan Xi hurriedly said. Bu Lian turned back.
Yuanyi, in the form of a giant ape god, thundered: “You are dead, Mr. Bulian.... You have been dead for many years!”
Bu Lian jumped and shouted: "Curse this old man Don't you know that the river of fate is this old man's bathtub!"
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As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves: "After I've splashed the bathwater, I'll subdue your demonic clan for ten thousand years!"
Yuan Xi's voice became magnificent, like mountains. His hands, as massive as mountains themselves, pressed down on the mountain platform...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The river of time suddenly roared, and a yellow scroll leaped from the depths, falling heavily into mid-air. It bore an inscription, recording history that could not be altered.
“Look at the historical records like iron, and the annals of history are carved with blood—the Son of Heaven slays Master Bu Lian, it is the Son of Heaven who murders his own Imperial teacher!”
Yuan Xi's voice, measured and deliberate, read out the immutable laws, describing the natural order of heaven and earth.
"Master, if you hadn't poured the majority of your strength into the River of Destiny to suppress our demon clan's fortune.... With your cultivation, there's no way you would have been killed by a mere boy!"
The old man with a crooked bow, suddenly froze in the air. "I... I'm dead"
He knew that the just-ended match was his last. Yuan Xi's lingering regret on the bronze cauldron was for him, to erase the hidden darkness in the celestial river of the demon clan's destiny, and so he had waited here for so long.
As the Emperor Yuanxi said, most of his power was poured into the river of fate. He also deeply concealed his divine will within the destiny of the demon clan, silently accumulating strength. Whenever there was a rising trend among the demons, his power would accumulate to a certain extent, and this divine will would emerge, laying out plans for destruction.
Every move is a brand new game. Each game has no connection to any other game.
Only then can one escape the pursuit of transcendents from the demon clan.
This divine will was completely independent of his main body, unaware of the changes of dynasties. It only acted against the demon clan time and again over countless years spanning several eras... in an unknown, lonely manner, playing one game after another.
He didn't know that his true self had already died. That wasn't even something from this era anymore.
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He fought for humankind throughout his long life. But his skull, raised a war flag in ancient times,
This is the cruel answer that the long river of time has given him.
It was a bloody reality he had always avoided facing, but Emperor Yuan Xi forcefully brought it before him.
A historical scroll captured in time, cannot be faked.
There is no history book in the world that can deceive his discerning eye.
This hunched old man, weighed down by the fortunes of mankind, gazed wistfully at the heavens.
Watching the youthful figure that had already disappeared into the starry sky, it was a young man radiating the light of humanity, belonging to the future of the human race. He was also the one who deliberately sent into the Shenxiao world, in order to destroy the "one" laid down by the Shenxiao Bureau's entire plan.
He hadn't anticipated Yuzhen's grand ambition beforehand, but when this wave of divine will manifested itself, he naturally became alert and wary of the Shenxiao world. Thus, he made the corresponding move.
But who would have thought that a pawn, blessed by the heavens, could actually stir up such a storm in this situation
The old man fell silent for a long time.
I thought about those difficult years when things were so tough. I thought about how many times he calculated, that heaven's will was with the demons!
He thought of his pride student, who in the end killed him.
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He had thought too much; his whole life, every ray of divine consciousness had never stopped thinking. In the end, he only said, "I think he has his reasons."
As soon as the sound fell, his figure dissipated. There was no extraneous noise between heaven and earth.
Only that rough hemp cloth was still lonely, pasted on the gate of Shenxiao. The folds of the cloth, just like his wrinkles, were deep.
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When he realized he had died, the divine intent truly perished! For eons and ages it shielded from wind and rain.
In this vast world, the final hundred years!
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