Chapter 2066: The Perfect Dream Body Within Reincarnation

The butterfly went mad, wanting to perish together!

Wuu wuu~

Wuu wuu wuu… wuu wuu wuu…

A sobbing, weeping sound, no one knew where it came from, drew from afar to near.

Heaven and earth suddenly darkened.

This was that moment when the sky was neither fully dark nor fully light, poised on the boundary between night and day. In the legends of the ancients, in this neither-yin-nor-yang hour, it was precisely when the gates of the dead swung wide—this moment belonged to hell and King Yama.

Countless sheets of white paper drifted, scattering outward on the wind, gradually blanketing the entire world.

In the sky, a turbid river appeared from nowhere, rushing off into the distance. Within the river, the departed souls wore numb expressions, bobbing step by step in the waters as they walked toward the far shore.

A terrifying aura spread outward in all directions.

"The Yellow Springs River…"

Jiang Ding said coolly, his expression icy.

This was the Yellow Springs River belonging to the Great Dao of the Six Paths of Reincarnation—one of the foundational laws of the universe. Any living being dragged into its waters would be forever denied rebirth.

Jiang Ding saw the Sky-Illusion Butterfly Lord, in her desperate straits, tear off her left butterfly wing and transform it into a waymark to guide the souls of Yellow Springs, while her right wing rotted and crumbled to bare bone, becoming a soul-summoning banner that drew countless ghosts in the Yellow Springs River to look this way with uncanny gazes.

"Roar!"

The struggling Sky-Illusion Butterfly Lord let out a piercing shriek and set herself ablaze.

Splash splash splash…

The waters of the Yellow Springs River gurgled and flowed, then suddenly shifted direction, surging this way. The countless numb ghosts abruptly turned savage, shrieking in unison as if that blue-robed youth in the distance were their mortal enemy sworn to never share the same sky. Every one of them went mad, gaping bloody maws to devour this side.

This stretch of heaven and earth was suddenly enveloped by the Yellow Springs River!

Jiang Ding watched coldly.

The Yellow Springs River was a marvel of heaven and earth, the boundary between life and death. To touch it meant certain death—even a Nine-Calamity Supreme Being would find it useless; it was utterly terrifying.

But this was the power of heaven and earth, not that of a cultivator.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword.

The black-and-white pupils of the Great Sun Immortal-Mortal Sword Soul flickered. The soul's trait of Severing All Heavens' Laws and its trait of Commanding Heaven and Earth's Spirit, layered together, gave him an extraordinarily clear advantage in observing and probing the world.

Every substance, every living being, every flow of law within this stretch of starry sky was laid bare to the finest detail.

Thus, he saw what was unfolding in this stretch of starry sky.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation faintly manifested, influencing heaven and earth, drawing on the waters of the Yellow Springs River, frantically sending an indistinct butterfly divine soul into the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Within that deep reincarnation, there seemed to exist countless living beings. At this moment, they all erupted with their full power, together supporting this one butterfly, pulling her into reincarnation, es【29】caping the terrifying End-Law Sword Prison around her.

Away from the terrifying Dharma-Ending Sword Prison surrounding them.

"So that's how it is,"

"In reincarnation… there are living beings similar to you?"

Jiang Ding suddenly smiled.

Within that dark, heavy reincarnation, one figure after another emerged—elders, dragons, phoenixes, gods—every sort, different ages, different appearances, different genders, different races.

But they all shared one common trait.

A common trait bearing a faint resemblance to the Sky-Illusion Butterfly Lord!

Namely, the faintly discernible aura of transcendence, an aura of transcendence akin to that of a True Immortal!

The Sky-Illusion Butterfly Lord was not, in fact, a future True Immortal.

She was merely a small fragment of the future True Immortal of the Demon Race's Dream Dao!

The future True Immortal of the Demon Race was these countless living beings, one after another. They had sunk into reincarnation, becoming one race after another, one utterly different being after another, undergoing a leap and metamorphosis from an Eighth-Step Dao Child to a True Immortal—just like the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal's leap from the eighth to the ninth step within the time fault.

Unlike the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal's fierce and extremely dangerous leap and metamorphosis as a sword cultivator, the leap and metamorphosis of this True Immortal of the Demon Race, dwelling within reincarnation and rebirth, was gentler, far longer in duration, and far safer.

In at most another several hundred thousand years, she would complete all her metamorphosis; all her reincarnated bodies would merge into one, and she would ascend to a true True Immortal of the Demon Race.

This final body required a perfect Dream Dao body, a body of reincarnation to bear it.

This perfect body of reincarnation was the anomaly of the Demon Race born during the failure to refine an immortal artifact along the Supreme Clarity Spiritual Treasure Great Dao—the Sky-Illusion Butterfly Lord!

It could be said that the Sky-Illusion Butterfly Lord was the Dao-Attainment Artifact of the future True Immortal of the Demon Race's Dream Dao!

A crucial step toward attaining the Ninth-Step True Immortal in the future!

Unfortunately, her fate was poor.

The Heavenly Dao of the Human Race held grudges too dearly; the Phoenix Fortune within the Demon Race's destiny bore malice toward her; and the Fallen Immortal Realm was too small to contain two True Immortals.

Since ancient times, the path to Dao Attainment for every True Immortal had been thick with thorns; none had ever found it easy.

Now, the True Immortal of the Demon Race's Dream Dao lacked a measure of fortune.

Thus, before she had even attained her Dao, she encountered the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal.

Clang!

Clang clang clang!

The whistling of swords rose one after another, filling this stretch of heaven and earth.

The Sky-Illusion Butterfly Lord's divine soul was on the verge of escaping this stretch of heaven and earth and entering the Six Paths of Reincarnation, when suddenly it froze, unable to move even a fraction further.

"Fellow Daoist…"

"Fellow Daoist… Fellow Daoist…"

From within the deep, pitch-black reincarnation came voices—one aged, one childish, one pleasant, one grating—as if a single call, yet seemingly the cries of billions of reincarnated beings.

"…Fellow Daoist, this seat here【59】 possesses a scripture, named the 'Six Paths of Reincarnation Immortal Scripture'…"

There exists a scripture named the "Six Realms Reincarnation Immortal Scripture"..."】

The call came from those billions of beings, transmitted in an instant. The scripture was wondrous beyond reckoning, surely harboring a great opportunity—enough to make even Sovereigns' hearts stir.

Clang!

The Great Sun Immortal-Mortal Sword Soul flickered once.

The Taiqing Flying Sword slashed along the line traced by the black-and-white pupils; beneath that single sword-stroke, the myriad Daos of heaven and earth were severed, and even the connection between this stretch of starry sky and the Six Paths of Reincarnation was cut off.

Slosh, slosh…

The dreadfully inauspicious waters of the Yellow River of the Underworld surged past the blue-robed youth in torrents, dreamlike and illusory, then vanished without causing the slightest harm.

The Yellow River of the Underworld was never a thing of the mortal world to begin with.

Once it lost the pull of a real-world coordinate, the Yellow River of the Underworld returned once more to heaven and earth.

At this moment, the body of the Heavenly Illusion Butterfly Lord, who had been about to flee beyond this stretch of heaven and earth, stiffened; in the next instant, his divine soul was sliced cleanly in two, and he crumpled softly to the ground, his divine soul utterly extinguished.

"Fellow Daoist—"

The voices of the countless living beings within the cycle of reincarnation faltered.

Within the Six Paths of Reincarnation, every living being revealed the utmost resentment, the utmost venom; they seemed to want to say something, their mouths opening and closing, only managing a few words, uttered with a soft sigh.

"Three million years!"

"…Three million years, three million years of slumber…"

"…The grudge of blocking the Dao… the grudge of blocking the Dao… the grudge of blocking the Dao…"

Countless men and women within reincarnation repeated these words again and again, as though even crossing endless starry skies could not sever the venom within them.

That terrifying resentment made one's heart turn cold with dread.

"Ants."

"Ants beneath a True Immortal…"

Jiang Ding, however, gently stroked the Taiqing Flying Sword that had returned, a smile on his face: "A mere ant that has yet to undergo metamorphosis, daring to threaten this Lord — truly far too bold, far too courageous."

"This Lord truly admires you."

He looked toward the depths of reincarnation, where the shadows within layer upon layer of cycles crumbled away, revealing a single human figure at the very core.

It was a man of immortal bearing and Daoist air, with the faint trace of a butterfly mark between his brows.

This man of immortal bearing and Daoist air stared fixedly at the blue-robed youth, and, using the cover of reincarnation, slowly vanished from sight, not daring to face a true True Immortal head-on at this moment.