txolops Chapter 1775 Dao Traces
Chapter 1775 Dao Traces
Chapter 1775 Dao Traces
“The False Universe exists in that eternal void world, which can be considered as an alternative. In the previous life, I failed to inscribe the traces of ‘true and false,’ but in this life, after devouring the original body and making progress in my understanding, there has been a qualitative change. Perhaps I can try again,” Xuan Yuan Hong said first.
"What if you become a god?" the Lord of Fate asked, uttering a startling question.
"Even if you receive both true and false blessings, becoming a savior is not an easy task. You still need to patiently accumulate experience over several lifetimes and observe all kinds of changes." The old fisherman was not so optimistic.
……
Although they were of one mind and one heart, the group of Cheng Shenke still held different opinions on this matter.
Zhang Fan simply listened without readily offering his opinion.
"In any case, we should first pay a visit to the two seniors, Zhen Shiyin and Jia Yucun."
Feeling reassured, Zhang Fan settled Bai Shuyue there. Then, with the help of the old fisherman and others, he first found Zhen Shiyin, who was hidden in the mountains and seas.
It must be said that Zhen Shi was truly hidden very well.
Even knowing of its existence, Zhang Fan searched the entire world but couldn't find any trace of Zhen Shiyin. Even after he guided the other's cultivation of the Great Dao, Zhen Shiyin remained secluded.
In the end, it was only through a massive, door-to-door search by a group of experts that they finally found it.
"Making such a fuss, I'm afraid they have ill intentions." Zhen Shiyin stared at the group of people who had suddenly barged in.
Zhang Fan said somewhat helplessly, "Fellow Daoist may not believe it, but I've come to repay a debt of gratitude."
"Repay a debt of gratitude?" Zhen Shiyin sneered.
"You actually understand the Dao of [Disappearance] that I've comprehended; it must be something you obtained from killing me in my previous life. No wonder I vaguely remember you. This time you've gathered so many helpers..."
Zhen Shiyin's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "Enough with the nonsense, let's fight! Although you outnumber me, Zhen Shiyin, may not be afraid of you!"
Faced with Zhen Shiyin's misunderstanding, Zhang Fan simply said, "You used [Shiyin] as a pen to try to depict [truth and falsehood], but you have always been unable to find it. Now that the great path of truth and falsehood is right before your eyes, don't you want to give it a try?"
"Ok?"
Thus, with everyone of one mind and one heart, the misunderstanding was completely dispelled.
Zhen Shiyin was overjoyed, completely different from before.
"Excellent! I can't believe you actually succeeded!"
"The true and false Dao are indeed extremely mysterious!"
The deathly pale light that occasionally flashed across his body grew ever deeper, and through Zhang Fan's perspective, he finally saw the ultimate creation he had been pursuing all along.
Zhen Shiyin, who was already standing at the top of the mountains and seas, made a rapid advancement in his cultivation and strength in a short period of time.
In fact, after discerning the truth from the falsehood, each of the group of "gods" gained something.
However, the connection between their paths and truth and falsehood is far less close than that between the true and the hidden.
Therefore, the harvest was much less than expected.
After meeting the true Shi Yin, the final step is to find the fake Yu Cun.
"I wonder if there are any traces left in his other world."
The doubts of everyone were quickly resolved.
With Zhen Shiyin leading the way, the moment Zhang Fan returned to the world of eternal nothingness, he sensed a faint sense of familiarity.
Meanwhile, Jia Yucun stood in the center of the world, staring at the mark that should not have appeared, his expression solemn.
"Not completely preserved, not even a faint trace remained. But..."
"This is definitely a good start!"
Everyone was overjoyed, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope.
After another round of concerted efforts, Jia Yucun's doubts were finally dispelled.
He was even more excited than the other people who had become gods: "If I obtain one, I can obtain the whole. If the traces are complete, this eternal world might truly be able to nurture something of my own [True or False]!"
Finally, they found the Taoist priest, and the mountains and seas were filled with an unprecedented scene of harmony and peace.
With everyone united in purpose and action, they helped Zhang Fan write the scroll of "True or False".
Attempting to inscribe traces of truth and falsehood.
Meanwhile, the gods were also discussing the possibility of helping Zhang Fan become a god.
"In the long cycle of reincarnation, we have all defeated mountains and seas and attained divine status."
"However, according to my memories, the [stars] we faced after becoming gods were not truly fallen and returned to the true gods. They were truly mountains and seas."
"In other words, although we call ourselves God Guests, we are in reality nothing more than false gods."
"However, Fellow Daoist Zhang Fan may be able to attain the Dao of [True God]."
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This is also the best solution reached after collective discussion.
All things return to the gods; how can this be reversed? Even those who stand at the pinnacle of life, pooling their wisdom and efforts, struggle to find the answer to this question.
"Only by becoming a true god may there be a solution."
"The only question is, after becoming a true god... will I still be myself?"
Zhang Fan's gaze swept over the crowd.
Although the memories inherited from the original body were somewhat incomplete, the fear in his heart about the end of the divine realm was extremely clear.
"Therefore, this step must be taken with utmost care."
"After all, what happens after becoming a god... no one in this world knows."
"We are but tiny consciousnesses living in one link of a long and endless cycle of reincarnation."
There was no rush to make a decision, since this life had only just begun and there was still plenty of time to prepare.
The depiction of the true and false scrolls went more smoothly than Zhang Fan had expected.
Perhaps the battle with the Devouring True Body caused him to undergo a fundamental transformation.
He accomplished with ease what neither he nor his original self could have done in his previous life.
In the eternal void, an endless scroll flashed by.
It appears in the world, yet seems to encompass the entire world.
It appeared for only a moment before disappearing.
But everyone could see it clearly.
"This world is no longer nothingness."
Jia Yucun wept with joy, and under the influence of their shared beliefs, the other successful candidates were also deeply moved.
"The primary task now is to find ways to delay the arrival of the end times."
"Let the distinction between truth and falsehood emerge from this trace."
Zhang Fan nodded: "Although the traces of truth and falsehood are formed, it is ultimately just a mark. It is still difficult to escape the transformation between truth and falsehood."
“With each reset, the traces will likely be greatly reduced. Only the birth of truth and falsehood within this place remains, with truth and falsehood confronting each other.”
"Only in this way can we leave behind an unchanging constant through repeated resets."
“Apart from me, an outsider, there is another unchanging fact.” Zhang Fan repeated.
Having reached a consensus, it was time for each of the "god-level" individuals to showcase their unique abilities.
"We've been hiding for so long, it's time to get more active."
The Lord of Slaying Fate spoke first: "I will go to the Primordial Immortal Realm first and forcibly sever those people's hopes. If we want to prolong the existence of the Mountain and Sea as much as possible, the first priority is to reunite the Mountain and Sea and strengthen our internal forces. Only those at the Saint Realm can cross over to reunite. Make good use of the people in the Primordial Immortal Realm as our helpers."
For some unknown reason, a hint of excitement flashed in the eyes of the usually lazy fisherman.
He suddenly stood up and said, "I'll go with you. Hehehe, it's been a long time since I've done anything, I'm getting itchy."
If it were only the one who killed the master of destiny who became a god, there might still be some twists and turns.
But what if we add an old angler to the mix...
Even though the number of saints in the Primordial Immortal Realm was large, they couldn't make a ripple.
Everyone present was absolutely certain of this.
After all, only after becoming a god can one truly understand the enormous gap between a god and a mortal.
Although everyone else was merely a passerby in the process of becoming a god, the changes brought about by their godhood were enough to overwhelm other Mountain and Sea Saints.
Not to mention, now there's also the added element of "real" versus "fake".
The Primordial Immortal Realm.
All things flourish, and great competition lies hidden.
After countless years of struggle, this world has achieved a delicate and strange balance.
All the saints lay low in secret, waiting for unexpected changes to occur, in order to seize the opportunity to become gods.
However, the appearance of the two figures, the Master of Slaying Fate and the Old Fisherman, did not attract their attention at all.
The old fisherman looked around, a look of emotion in his eyes: "It's been a long time since I've been to this place."
"I was like that back then, stubbornly refusing to see the truth."
The Master of Slaying Fate showed little emotion, saying in a chilling tone, "Wakeing them up early is actually a good thing for them."
"Let's do it."
The instant the Lord of Severance finished speaking, all the saints in this world, regardless of where they were hidden or in what form, were horrified to discover that a blade, existing between reality and illusion, had silently appeared above their heads.
It has no physical form, yet it cannot be removed by any means.
With the knife hanging over his head, he felt as if his life hung by a thread.
"Who?"
Most of the saints were furious and tried to find the mastermind behind the sword shadow.
Some, sensing something amiss, sought to escape this world and flee to the mountains and seas.
However, just as they were about to leave the Primordial Immortal Realm, everything went black.
Then they found themselves in an unknown place.
"Just stay put for now."
A calm voice came from above, seemingly containing an undeniable tone.
"This sound is..."
"The Old Fisherman of Mountains and Seas?"
"His strength is terrifyingly powerful?"
The saints were filled with fear and could not hide their doubts.
In an instant, he locked onto all the saints; in a single thought, he captured them.
What kind of realm is this?
If they are so strong, why didn't they participate in the battle for the power of the divided spirits?
Just as they were wondering what was going on, figures were being thrown in one after another from above.
They were all people well-known in the Primordial Immortal Realm.
The saints were increasingly horrified.
It didn't take too long to pack up and tidy up the Primordial Immortal Realm.
"Sigh, how boring. I thought they would at least put up some resistance." The Fate Slayer sighed.
“I can release them all, and then you can try again. No need to switch between real and fake,” the old fisherman suggested with a smile.
"Never mind then. Too much trouble." The Fate Slayer shrugged.
Then he suddenly sighed, "The difference between truth and falsehood is indeed infinitely mysterious. But in the end, it does not belong to us. I fear that in the next life, without the unity of purpose and the blessing of truth and falsehood, we will find it difficult to adapt and may then become greedy."
"Just like when we looked up to God. Even though we knew it was unattainable, we still couldn't shake our obsession."
"If that really happens..."
"Please stop me," the Lord of Fate said solemnly.
"Me too." The old fisherman's smile faded.
After a while.
"It's been a long time since we've had such a bountiful harvest. Let's drink to our hearts' content!"
An old fisherman held a gourd in his hand, took a big gulp, and then casually tossed it to the master of death.
The master of the severed life did not show any disgust and readily drank it down.
The two then glanced at the now silent Primordial Immortal Realm and quietly returned.
A group of saints were released.
Although they were freed, the sword still hung over their heads, and the saints did not do anything unwise.
"Becoming a god is an illusion, so don't waste your time."
"Of course, I know that persuasion won't work on you. So I put a knife over your heads."
"I urge you all to help rebuild the Shan Hai. On the day the Shan Hai is rebuilt, I will set you free."
"Slay the Fate Master," he said coldly.
Although he was very polite in his words, even using the word "please".
But the saints clearly felt that the blade above their heads was sharp and had gotten even closer.
Even though they dared not agree, they all nodded in agreement.
"However, the mountains and seas stretch endlessly, and achieving a successful reunification..."
"Even if we were to intervene, it would likely be a drop in the ocean," the tower said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, you just need to take the lead." It was Zhang Fan who spoke.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds and thousands of illusory figures split off from Zhang Fan's body.
"I will use the method of infusing true spirit to continuously shape the Mountain and Sea Saints. You will be the masters, and the later saints will be the assistants. With everyone's efforts, even though the Mountain and Sea are now full of obstacles, it won't be long before they are successfully reunited."
"The infusion of the true spirit? The creation of saints?" Upon hearing this, all the primordial saints were shaken to their core.
The mountains and seas I once knew and was familiar with have been shattered in a single day.
They suddenly realized that the truth about the mountains and seas might be far more profound than they had imagined.
The situation is better than people.
Even if they were unwilling, under the pressure of the swords flashing overhead, the saints had no choice but to comply.
The Avengers' alliance with the mountains and seas is indeed a tedious and arduous task.
Even with the strength of the Primordial Saints, and even with a continuous stream of Saints coming to their aid.
The saints were still exhausted, both physically and mentally, in the long process of rebuilding the mountains and seas.
However, after the sword shadow above their heads mercilessly severed the [Rope] that wanted to escape this fate, all the other saints became obedient.
We had no choice but to continue.
So did not perish.
With a flash of the Life-Slaying Blade, Suo lost his own path and fell from the Saint realm.
However, he was forcibly infused with true spirit, changed his path, and sent back to the Avengers' great cause of mountains and seas.
However, it was far less comfortable than before.
Like all other saints who are constantly being created, he needs to practice what he preaches and traverse the illusory realm. Then, he uses his body as a bridge to build a passage connecting mountains and seas.
The primordial saints only needed to have a comprehensive view of the situation, act at crucial moments, and ensure that everything went smoothly.
The differences may not be immediately apparent, but over time, the feelings they evoke can be vastly different.
The stark difference in their circumstances before and after completely extinguished any thought the primordial saints had of escaping.
Although the project to reunite mountains and seas is a long one, it seems to be going on for a long time.
Just bear with it, and it will pass.
When the mountains and seas are reunited, they will be free.
Given the strength of the Master of Destiny and the Fisherman at the [God-like Guest] level, they wouldn't deceive them.
"Fellow Daoist's method is indeed wonderful. I originally thought that suppressing and supervising would take a lot of effort."
"I never expected the saints to be so obedient; it has saved us a lot of trouble," Wangji Sou exclaimed in admiration.
"only……"
The group of gods looked at the eternal void world.
The question of whether the pregnancy will be real or fake still seems far off.
"If the alliance between the mountains and seas is successfully reunited, but the true and false identities of the newborns are still unknown, what should we do?"
Zhang Fan's expression was calm, his gaze deep and profound: "Then we can only make things harder for the Sages of the Mountains and Seas."
(End of this chapter)