Chapter 208: Transforming the Myriad Ways

The endless Sword Form evolves before your eyes.

But you are not the only one who sees this scene; all the sword-wielders who have entered the Dao see it!

You gain many insights.

This, however, is far insufficient to make you an Ancient God.

You do not regret, and behold the flourishing of all beings.

"Again!"

You pour all of the Divine Lord's Power into the flower, making it bloom with divine brilliance once more.

Another petal drifts down.

A new phenomenon manifests in the heavens above, this time a blade.

Blade shadows multiply, cleaving the sky and splitting the earth.

Then comes the spear! Fire! Water! Thunder! Fist!

The withering Myriad Ways continuously manifest between heaven and earth, ushering a golden age for living beings!

A brief yet dazzling golden age!

You see, in the distant Heavenly Dome, figures climbing stairways toward the heavens, and other beings entering the Divine Lord Realm.

They are not the last.

In the days to come, beings continuously enter the Divine Lord Realm.

This is a splendid scene never before seen in the annals of time.

You can feel that the height of this world has been raised again, and you see farther.

Standing on the opposite shore, gazing across the river at Immortals, yet before you an invisible bridge appears; each step upon it brings you nearer to ascending to Immortalhood and becoming an Ancient God.

This is a fleeting miracle forged by the Spirit Beast God with its life.

Not only you; every being who reaches this point can walk onto this bridge of life.

The Spirit Beast God, a deity born of nature!

It is a truly great deity; in prosperous times it does not display Divine Power, yet in the end times it sacrifices itself to save heaven and earth!

This is the true god belonging to all beings!!

You watch the petals wither one by one, turning to drifting ash, until only a lifeless flower stalk remains.

"Thank you."

You bow deeply to It again, "Thank you for blessing this world, thank you for the Guidance."

Throughout your life, you have received far too much help.

You will not forget any being that helped you; you will guard this world for them!

"Farewell."

In a daze, you hear a voice.

You suddenly look up; the flower stalk has, at some unknown moment, turned into a human shape, faceless, its voice light and ethereal, like that of a child.

Wuwuwu~

At that moment, a cry reaches your ears.

Turning your head, you see the Sword Spirit Maiden sobbing.

Even the Sword Spirit mourns this moment?

Tick!

To your surprise, the Sword Spirit Maiden's tears fall onto the flower stalk.

The two merge in a wondrous fusion.

You recall the last time the Sword Spirit Maiden wept, during the Tribulation Transcendence Battle, when she thought you would depart.

Tick! Tick!

The Sword Spirit Maiden's tears fall, then evaporate, becoming one water mirror after another.

Images drift through the water mirrors.

It is a seed drifting in the Chaos Void until it encounters a swirl of black mist, where it finally halts.

The black mist seems to try to devour the seed, but the seed, full of spirit, evades the mist's grasp.

Eventually, it lands on a lifeless continent.

It begins to root and sprout, growing into a beautiful flower, with Chaos aura lingering everywhere on it.

It never withers; its petals keep increasing, becoming ever more dazzling.

Its spirit influences the lifeless continent, causing the world to gradually evolve into a vibrant world.

The scenes in the water mirrors flash by, spanning endless ages.

The black mist that the seed met in the Chaos Void pursues it here, repeatedly striking this world.

The Chaos Flower emits countless pollen, shielding this world.

The black mist's impacts grow ever more fierce.

Finally, the world's barriers are shattered, and the flower that forms the world's foundation splits into three: Rootless Flower, root stalk, and tender sprout.

A portion of the black mist also dissipates.

The dissipated black mist returns to the Chaos Universe, while another part merges with the soil that nourishes the Chaos Flower.

There are ten groups, each of differing form.

The root stalk of the Chaos Flower forms a seal, temporarily imprisoning that black mist.

"What is this..."

You stare at the scenes in the water mirrors, stunned, "Is this the origin of the flower? Did the Ten Great Ancient Gods arise from it? Is the bizarre source that black mist?"

With your realm, you can naturally perceive the connections within it.

"Also… the scattered sprout is…"

The image in the Water Mirror continues.

As you expected, the Ten Great Ancient Gods thus shapeshifted, becoming the strongest beings in this world.

The Rootless Flower sealed itself, forming a Mysterious Blessed Land.

As for that sprout, it scattered boundless vitality, transformed this realm, and has been dead silence ever since.

Only when a glimmer of spirit floated in did it revive, gaining a trivial sentience.

You also saw that when the Great World took shape, a white cloud drifted up in the east, bearing auspicious signs.

That is the birth of Yun Baobao!

At this moment, you stand at the end of Shi Jie, witnessing its beginning.

Can you reverse all this?

Your heart has no answer either.

"I see."

You feel everything growing heavier; the Ten Great Ancient Gods were formed from the soil that nourished the Chaos Flower and the fusion of Black Mist.

This proves the terror of Black Mist far exceeds your imagination.

Even as ancient gods, they may still be unable to stop Black Mist's gnawing of the world.

"What exactly is that Black Mist…?"

"Like the Chaos Flower, are they spirits naturally born from Chaos?"

At this moment, the Black Mist seemed to coil around your heart.

But it is far from the moment of despair!

At least what you possess can let you contend with Black Mist.

Whether it's the brilliant age forged by Myriad Ways from the Rootless Flower, the sprout that has become the sword in your hand, or the Human Ancestor currently breaking free from Black Mist's shackles.

They will all help you!

You ask Sword Spirit Maiden, "Sword Spirit, do you still remember the past?"

Sword Spirit shakes its head, "Before following my master, I had no sentience; your nurturing gave rise to the me of today."

"Very well."

You do not force the past; for Sword Spirit, this is her rebirth.

After burying the flower's pistil, you take Sword Spirit away, returning to the Human Race's realm.

Fox Clan Empress immediately finds you, "Chuan, the heavens and earth have changed, Myriad Ways have manifested, do you know what has happened?"

You solemnly reply, "This is the sliver of hope the Heaven and Earth Ancestors fought for us!"

You do not tell the Empress the truth, so as not to add another burden to her heart.

At night, you decline the Empress's invitation to enter the house.

In the special soul space, Sword Spirit Maiden is inviting you to extrapolate the Great Perfection Realm of the Burial God Sword Song.