Chapter 552: Zhangyue and Yuheng

Zhao Xing looked at the beasts Bowei had caught; there were seventeen in total, all native species of the Dao-Domain realm, without even names. "Which one to choose?"

"This one." Zhao Xing pointed to a beast that looked like a dire wolf. Although it had no name, it was marked on the panel as having void bloodline and possessing space-type divine abilities.

Bowei reached out and grabbed it, and this Dao-Domain realm beast was completely decomposed, its blood, bones, and internal organs unfolded in a plane to form a life Dao map.

"Amazing, forming a life Dao map in the blink of an eye." Zhao Xing praised.

Killing these Dao-Domain realm beasts was easy for Zhao Xing, but doing it to instantly form a life Dao map would not be possible in one try.

As a God of Scholars, with the Divine Art of Omniscience, Bowei was like a butcher dismembering an ox, handling it with ease.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and create a spell; you only have half a day."

"Half a day." Zhao Xing was stunned. "Elder, is time so tight?"

Bowei looked at the sun high in the sky with a solemn expression.

"This transmission is not an ordinary transmission; it has a complete sun, moon, and year table, eight books and four rites."

"And it is a two-category spell that takes into account both the real history faction and the nihilistic history faction."

"That sun is fake; it is transformed by the Bronze History Method. When it sets, I fear it will traverse the entire realm and kill all intruders." Zhao Xing's face turned green; he really couldn't tell that the sun star was fake.

Half a day to create a Dao-Domain realm Hou Bian Method?

Thanks to Master Zhao's extraordinary talent, it took about an hour.

【You have realized the life Dao map and created a new spell; please name it.】

【Dire Wolf Transformation】

This monster looked like a dire wolf, so Zhao Xing just gave it a name.

"Chirp~"

At the same time, Bowei also completed the creation of the Hou Bian Method, transforming into a large bird resembling a yellow copper.

As for the other beasts, Bowei released them all.

After the transformation, the Dao

Everything within the internal world remains unaffected; as long as one does not emerge, it is equivalent to an independent, safe space. For instance, General Huali and the various troop types have never left the internal world and have had no contact with the outside, so they are not affected by the Void History spell.

"Do not absorb any spiritual energy supplies, except for those within your internal world," Bowei warned. "World rings won't work either. This realm is a balance of truth and falsehood; having a little too much or a little too little could trigger uncontrollable events."

"Understood." Zhao Xing nodded. Fortunately, he had his internal world; aside from the Time Page, which he kept on his person, he was accustomed to throwing everything else into his internal world.

Otherwise, with world rings unusable, it would become very difficult to obtain supplies after entering this realm.

"Whoosh—"

Qing Yuzi and his boundary ship were also taken in by Zhao Xing.

After receiving a signal from Bowei, they waited in place for another two hours.

"Hum—"

At this moment, the sky abruptly turned dark.

The sun extinguished instantly, replaced by a crescent moon.

"Elder, isn't it getting dark a bit too fast?" Zhao Xing transmitted via telepathy. "It isn't even the Hour of the Dog yet, and it's already dark."

"Because we have broken in. Do not transmit again; remain silent. Do not move unless told to."

Zhao Xing immediately remained silent, lying on the barren ridge in the form of a dire wolf.

The Yellow Oriole above his head kept its eyes fixed on the crescent moon in the sky.

Moonlight spilled down, illuminating the ridge.

Zhao Xing saw the surrounding flowers, plants, and trees turn into a mass of ink-colored slime under the moonlight, melting into the ground.

The pristine white earth made Zhao Xing subconsciously take a look. This was no moonlight illumination; the entire earth was clearly a sheet of white cardboard.

The flowers, plants, trees, soil, rocks, and even the animals and the earth itself were all fake.

However, not everything was like this. When Zhao Xing looked further into the distance, he discovered that the dozen or so demonic beasts Bowei had captured were real and authentic.

There were also flowers, plants, trees, and soil that were real matter, which did not change at this moment.

Reality and falsehood appeared to separate at this instant.

After the moonlight hit the ground, it quickly gathered, its color becoming increasingly dense, turning cyan, and then actually transforming into a river, beginning to spread to the surroundings.

"Yu—"

Zhao Xing watched as many substances collapsed and were destroyed.

When the moonlight swept over his body, Zhao Xing couldn't help but shiver.

Because they had now transformed into local lifeforms, nothing happened after the torrent constructed by the cyan moonlight swept past.

After waiting for another six hours, the sky brightened, and the moonlight transformed back into the sun.

Time seemed to change from stillness to flow; the chirping of insects and birds, the babbling of water, and the startled deer in the forest—everything came back to life.

It was a completely different world from the previous barrenness.

Only then did he understand what Bowei meant by telling him not to move around.

"You can move now," Bowei transmitted via telepathy.

"Elder, are historians really this terrifying?" Zhao Xing was somewhat surprised. "They can actually refine falsehood into truth."

"Didn't you go to the headquarters of the Light-Chasing Society? That is a boundary-transmitting relic left behind by a God King of the History Department; I don't know how many years it has been,"

"and it is still effective."

"It's just that it serves as a research site, so it has relatively little lethality, whereas this place is far more dangerous."

"She made many arrangements to kill intruders and preserve the integrity of the clothing-and-hat family."

"Fortunately, having experienced multiple eras of destruction, the spells are no longer perfect; otherwise, even on the edge, we still wouldn't have been able to avoid detection."

Zhao Xing understood. He, Qing Yuzi, and Bowei had already entered, and no matter how one put it, they had added some things to this realm.

If the boundary-transmitting relic were truly perfect, then as long as something entered, it would not escape detection.

"Elder, can we enter the city now?" Zhao Xing looked at the palace city that had appeared ahead.

"Look around the surroundings first." Bowei used its claws to press down on the wolf skin on Zhao Xing's head, which caused Zhao Xing's eyes to bulge and roll upward.

"Elder, you don't have to use so much force when pointing out a direction." Zhao Xing suspected Bowei was taking the opportunity to retaliate.

"Are you going or not?"

"Going, going, going."

Zhao Xing dared not talk nonsense anymore; he exerted force with his four limbs and began to trot.

Following Bowei's instructions, he began to explore around the palace city.

Every time he reached a spot, he would record the strength of the earth's veins, the level of surrounding life, and the abundance of various Dao origins.

As a dire wolf exotic beast at the Dao Domain realm, he was almost at the bottom of the food chain here.

Zhao Xing could not wander around randomly; he had to bypass other local lifeforms and try his best to avoid combat.

He circled like this for three months and still hadn't finished one lap around the palace.

"The sun rises and the moon sets; we have been watching for three months. Elder, this palace city shouldn't be fake, right? It hasn't changed at all."

"Not necessarily," Bowei said indifferently. "It might just be a fake city that changes according to the chronology."

"Continue exploring. Don't consider entering the city until you've watched for a full sixty-year cycle."

A sixty-year cycle? Exploring a clothing-and-hat family set up by a history-type God King indeed requires patience; sixty years is considered short.

Zhao Xing certainly had this patience, but he didn't know if Qing Yuzi would have any problems.

"He will be fine," Bowei said. "As long as he maintains his initial state when he leaves, he will still be in his original appearance and cultivation base."

"Void history artifacts and spells all have time and location restrictions. As long as one does not attempt to recover strength within the boundary, there is no problem. The real can never be fake, and the fake can never be real."

The dire wolf asked in his heart while running: "Assuming he wasn't sealed in time when we entered, what would happen if Qing Yuzi tried to recover his strength?"

Bowei sneered: "If he were to practice and circulate Qi, he would regress back to a mortal, and then there would be no saving him."

"After leaving, when the void history spell ends, the false history will return to truth in a very short time, restoring his strength."

"His mind would first be crushed by his own experiences, unable to distinguish whether he is a mortal or a god."

"If the mind cannot control the divine body and divine power, it will collapse."

"Now that he is maintaining the Samsara Tribulation realm, after we go out, with my help, he will suffer a bit at most, but he won't die."

"Elder, historians must have weaknesses, right?"

"What weaknesses do you think the Moon God Palace Master has?"

Zhao Xing thought for a moment.

The Moon God Palace Master could mass-produce void history artifacts; he had once given the Ancestral Imperial Dynasty three of the Earthly Advantage School's town-sect treasures through void creation.

He could also solidify history and possessed the divine power to tamper with and distort historical events; he was simply an existence that defied the heavens.

He simply couldn't find any weaknesses.

"Close-quarters combat?" Zhao Xing tried saying.

"Close combat?" Bowei laughed: "Since the Palace Master could give things to your Ancestral Imperial Dynasty, he must have obtained historical records related to the Ancestral Emperor. He definitely has an Ancestral Emperor Chronicle avatar. Close combat is actually the Moon God Palace Master's strongest suit."

"Doesn't that mean there are no weaknesses?"

"There are only weak people, not weak professions," Bowei said. "When you learn enough and comprehensively enough, there are no obvious weaknesses."

"You concurrently cultivate the three schools of Heavenly Timing, Earthly Advantages, and the Self. If you succeed, you won't have any obvious weaknesses either."

"Of course, weaknesses are all relative."

"If you trigger any of the arrangements left behind by the Zhangyue God King after his death, you will be shattered—don't move."

As they chatted, Bowei suddenly issued a warning.

Zhao Xing immediately froze.

According to the patterns summarized over these three months, this should have been a safe time, but before the sky turned dark, the cyan river reappeared, though this time it surged from the moat outside the palace city.

It erupted violently, rushing into the sky and forming eight water dragons that swept out in all directions.

"Run, get away from the palace city."

The dire wolf let out a cry and immediately unleashed a divine ability, drilling into the forest like a streak of light.

He fled for three days straight before barely escaping the sweeping zone.

Under Bowei's guidance, Zhao Xing returned to the edge of the event the next day and discovered that this river eruption had killed all the life in the vicinity.

"The local lifeforms born in the Moon Shadow Realm previously were all safe and sound; it was just a change of heaven and earth between truth and falsehood. Now, even the life born locally has been harmed." A hint of gravity flashed in Bowei's eyes. "We really haven't grasped it at all."

"If only it were a martial artist's tomb," Zhao Xing sighed in his heart.

Qi-sect martial artists carry their creeds throughout their lives, and their tombs are also 'hard.' If you can smash them open, the treasure is yours.

The Sword Sect is slightly more troublesome, but that's just things like sword arrays or sword spirit guardians.

Compared to historians, it couldn't be simpler.

Among all tombs, the historian's tomb is the hardest to dig. Zhao Xing had deeply experienced this back at the Yueluo Cemetery.

If it weren't for Bowei, he and Old Qing would likely have had no bones left.

"Let's go." The Yellow Oriole on the dire wolf's head watched for a while and withdrew its gaze.

"Elder, where are we going?"

"Find a more powerful local lifeform, otherwise we won't be able to get through at all."

For the Moon Shadow Realm to exist for a long time, it must possess the characteristic of endless life.

Within such a boundary, life must be born.

After searching for half a year, Zhao Xing and Bowei set their sights on two demigod-realm exotic beasts.

They spent another year successfully comprehending the Life Dao Diagram and transformed into demigod-level exotic beasts.

Only then did they return to the vicinity of the palace city to continue filling in the map and summarizing the patterns.

After transforming into a demigod body, when they encountered the moat water eruption again, they could logically display their strength to withstand it without having to retreat.

Over the next eight years, Zhao Xing and Bowei finally examined all the areas and lifeforms on the outskirts of the entire palace city.

However, Bowei still had no intention of entering the palace city and began a second round of circling and exploration.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was sixty years after entering the Moon Shadow Realm.

Outside the palace city, on a newly formed hilltop.

A demigod exotic beast covered in golden fur, resembling an ape-man but with eight arms, and a violent bear with seven-colored scales stood on the mountaintop, gazing at the interior of the palace city.

"Elder, sixty years have passed," the golden ape-man said. "We've circled the outskirts of the palace city dozens of times."

"Do we still need to continue observing?"

"There's no need," Bowei shook its head. "In the cycle of the heavens, sixty years is the limit. If there are any other changes,"

"they should also be set according to the Great Cycle, for example, a destruction occurring once every solar year, returning all conditions to the primitive."

"Then how do we enter the city?" Zhao Xing asked. "If the clothing-and-hat family is inside the palace city, it should refuse any life from entering to disturb it."

The violent bear suddenly squatted down, its claws writing and drawing on the ground. Many runes flashed, but the sand and soil vibrated quickly, and Bowei promptly wiped them away.

"Hmm, next, it's a contest between her and me." Bowei raised its head again, a reddish light emerging in its pupils.

"Give me the Time Page on you to use."

"Then what about me?" Zhao Xing asked.

"Maintain your transformation; you will be fine for a short time."

Thinking carefully, he and Bowei were now tied together in honor and disgrace; there was no reason for Bowei to harm him.

Furthermore, Bowei was still wearing the Dao Golden Hoop; if there were any real problems, there were still means of defense.

Thus, Zhao Xing handed the Time Page to Bowei.

The next moment, Bowei transformed back to its original form from the violent bear state.

Zhao Xing stepped back a few paces.

Bowei had now changed into a historian's dharma robe, with a cyan river circling its body.

Bronze doors emerged within the river, and in the interval between two of them, a phantom of the River of History appeared.

That was precisely a segment of history experienced after entering the Moon Shadow Realm.

"Clatter—"

Bowei guided the bronze river to fly toward the palace city and soon submerged into the moat.

Immediately following, the water impact that swept away everything appeared again.

But this time, it was controlled by Bowei.

"Retreat further."

"Understood." Zhao Xing retreated nimbly to the foot of the mountain to watch.

Afterward, Bowei began to cast spells continuously.

Approximately every month, there was a small spell replacing the rising sun and setting moon.

One major spell per year; the preparation process was very cumbersome, and it even brought out an altar.

During this process, Bowei's eyes were always flashing with bright light, scanning the palace city.

This was the "All-Knowing Divine Art" that peers into the mysteries of the world!

"The scholar's 'Heavenly Eye' is truly cool."

Zhao Xing vaguely guessed what Bowei was going to do.

Bowei continued the repetitive spellcasting for sixty years.

During this period, Zhao Xing even saw several existences of Bowei.

At the same time, he also saw Bowei cast the spell he was familiar with: 【Golden Cicada True Form, Second Body】.

One hundred and twenty years after Bowei cast the spell.

He finally stopped.

Zhao Xing was about to ask, but he didn't expect that after the calm, there would be a thunderous explosion.

"Boom-crack!"

It was as if the entire world flickered.

The vision before Zhao Xing's eyes also flickered accordingly.

After the alternation of light and dark, Bowei on the mountaintop disappeared.

And on the other side of the mountain, another palace city appeared.

"This, this..."

Although Zhao Xing guessed that Bowei was going to use a void history spell to pass off the fake as real, he didn't expect him to actually replicate a palace city.

So what should he do now?

Where did Bowei go?

Fortunately, Zhao Xing soon had guidance; a leaf fell from the mountaintop and was blown to Zhao Xing's side by the wind.

Picking it up, a voice as thin as a mosquito sounded in Zhao Xing's mind.

"Enter the city."

Zhao Xing understood immediately; he transformed into a streak of light and rushed into the palace city.

Approaching the moat, the cyan river showed no reaction.

Only when Zhao Xing was crossing the river did his reflection appear in the water, causing Zhao Xing's figure to pause.

But soon, this shadow was pulled up and merged with his true self.

First level of the Mingli Shadowless Technique, Shadow-Collecting Method!

The palace city seemed to have no magic arrays; Zhao Xing easily crossed the city wall.

But after entering the city wall, Zhao Xing discovered that inside was a vibrant world.

On both sides of the street, Dao halls, martial arts halls, music bureaus, medicine halls, temples, and food halls were all fully equipped.

A large number of people were coming and going.

Through the smooth white jade floor, Zhao Xing discovered that he had also changed his appearance.

He was wearing a gray hemp robe, with a gourd tucked at his waist and a fish basket in his hand, in which several dragons were jumping around.

Through the smooth white jade floor, Zhao Xing discovered that his face had also changed; his originally sunny and handsome face had now become a common face, square with stubble.

Zhao Xing didn't know what he had become; he glanced at his panel and found an extra record.

It reminded him that he had been hit by a 【Zhang Guan Li Dai】 (mistaken identity) spell, and many messy skills had appeared, but they all had the word 【Void】 behind them.

He couldn't figure out if this was cast by Bowei, but Master Zhao was currently panicking inside.

Because he looked at his panel.

A second fake name appeared after the name column: Yu Heng.

After the Ancestral Imperial Dynasty, a third fake cultivation realm also appeared.

God King Realm!

Just as Zhao Xing was somewhat dumbfounded, he suddenly heard a gentle female voice.

"You're back."

Zhao Xing looked up and found that he didn't know when he had arrived in front of a small farmhouse villa.

A woman with an oval face, dressed in white and wearing a willow-green hairpin, leaned against the door, looking at him with a smile.

The words 【Zhangyue】, 【Chronicle Avatar】, and 【God King Realm】 flashed before his eyes.

Zhao Xing was now feeling somewhat numb.

Judging from that exploration at the Yueluo Cemetery, he seemed to have become a person inside a boundary-transmitting story.

And he was definitely the protagonist.

If things went wrong, he would be done for.

Little did he know that Yang Baihe had almost died there back then.

Elder, don't mess with me; you want me to play God King Yu Heng?!

In short, Master Zhao was currently panicking inside.

He had completely not expected that the solution Bowei mentioned would be like this.

"Yu Heng, why are you standing there? It seems like something is bothering you?" the woman at the door asked suspiciously.

When the second question sounded, the panic in Zhao Xing's heart had disappeared.

He raised his head slightly and revealed a smile: "There was, but seeing you, it has vanished into thin air."

Zhangyue lowered her head and whispered: "What are you saying—come in quickly."

Zhao Xing stepped over the threshold and leaned into Zhangyue's ear, saying, "I said, seeing you, all my troubles are gone. Look, they heard it too."

The fish basket jumped. Hearing such ambiguous words, Zhangyue seemed somewhat flustered and snatched the fish basket from Zhao Xing's hand: "I, I'm going to cook."

Watching Zhangyue run away, Zhao Xing's smile slowly faded.

Fortunately, he had read the memoirs written by Zhangyue; those were all the daily bits and pieces of her and God King Yu Heng.

The personality of God King Yu Heng was displayed by Zhao Xing in an instant.

"Continuing to act next won't be too much effort. But Elder, are you really not afraid that I'll die?" Zhao Xing walked to a peach tree in the courtyard and untied the gourd to drink.

In God King Zhangyue's memoirs, when God King Yu Heng lived with her, he always liked to plant a peach tree in the courtyard and then drink under the tree while waiting for the meal to be ready.

"The great hermit hides in the city, the small hermit hides in the wild."

"The period of time Yu Heng and Zhangyue lived in seclusion was neither completely in the deep mountains and old forests nor in the big cities of the Huangda World. They hid their God King cultivation bases but did not completely pretend to be mortals, choosing to live in this small city where the level of cultivation development was neither high nor low."

"Yu Heng often called himself the 'Middle Hermit Elder' to Zhangyue." Zhao Xing flashed through the contents of the memoirs rapidly.

He couldn't rely on anything now; Bowei was gone, and his strength was completely negligible in this situation.

"I can only rely on acting." Zhao Xing took a sip of wine, feeling a bit of faint sorrow.

Before long, the fragrance of food came from the stove in the southeast and northeast.

The cooking smoke gradually ceased, and Zhangyue, with a rosy complexion and plates of dishes floating behind her, came under the peach tree.

"The meal is ready; come and taste my new recipe."

Zhao Xing didn't dare to eat things in the boundary-transmitting realm randomly; some things might be food for God King Yu Heng, but fatal to him. However, facing Zhangyue's expectant gaze, he couldn't refuse, because in the records, Yu Heng loved her cooking the most.

"So fragrant, the color, aroma, and taste are all excellent; it truly makes one's appetite open wide!" Zhao Xing picked up his chopsticks and praised her profusely.

"If Yu Heng wants to eat, I will always make it for you." Receiving the praise, Zhangyue was also very happy.

Zhao Xing put down his chopsticks, a lingering sorrow in his brows, and finally, he sighed softly.

"Always—I hope there really is such an opportunity."