Chapter 292

There is something formed from chaos, born before heaven and earth. Silent and empty, independent and unchanging, moving in cycles without exhaustion, it can be the mother of the world. I do not know its name, so I force it to be called the Dao.

The true Great Dao cannot be seen; before achieving the Dao Fruit, all sects hold their own views. The Daoist sect calls it 'Dao', the Buddhist sect calls it 'Tathagata' or 'Bodhi', and the Brahma-Self sect calls it 'Supreme Brahma'.

All things are evolved from the Dao; the Dao gives birth to the Real World, and the Real World gives birth to all worlds and parallel universes.

To ascend from the Real World to the Dao and transcend beyond the multiverse, one needs to verify the Dao Fruit as the most ancient one.

To ascend from the myriad worlds to the Real World, one does not need such strong strength; one only needs to reach the Outer Scene or half-step Outer Scene.

Lin Xian rode the dragon to ascend to the Heavenly Gate; he was not a proper Outer Scene, but a brute force of the Outer Dao, unable to resonate with Dharma principles to be guided, so he simply punched out, shattering the void!

"Boom!"

In an instant, it seemed as if Heaven was furious; generations of ascenders followed the rules, with visions accompanying them, riding cranes to ascend, extremely auspicious. Where did this reckless person come from, actually offending the Heavenly Dao?

With a crash, one after another, mighty thunder fell, vast and unstoppable, illuminating the Great Thousand Worlds, seemingly destroying the entire human world!

Lin Xian was not afraid but laughed, clapping his hands: "This taste is right!"

A cultivator of the Shrouding the Heavens method feels uncomfortable all over if they don't undergo a heavenly tribulation for a day; what following heaven, what resonance of Dharma principles, what ascending by achieving the Dao, is too soft.

Punching open the Heavenly Gate, attacking the Immortal World, and fighting on the road to becoming an immortal is the style of the people of Shrouding the Heavens.

Radiance flowed, thunder flashed, indescribable, with a supreme aura flowing.

After passing the heavenly tribulation, Lin Xian only felt himself flying toward an infinitely high place, with endless fragments of time and space beside him, and the sound of the waves of the long river of time echoing in his ears.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the Dao sound from above the long river of time, shocking his heart, imprinting his Primordial Spirit, making it unforgettable.

"I am the Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun, and I shall suppress the enemies of a generation."

"Who is the peak at the end of the final kalpa? Once you see Lingbao, the Dao becomes empty."

"First there was Primordial, then there was Heaven!"

"Who dares to claim invincibility? Who dares to claim undefeated? Not even in the Primordial Era!"

"The Heavenly Emperor steps on time, suppressing this generation!"

"A thought blooms, Buddha arrives in the world, Amitabha!"

"In heaven and on earth, I alone am honored."

"Not to achieve the Dao Fruit, but to kill all those who are heartless and fickle!"

"Coming from the blue sky, returning to the blue sky, the Qing Emperor of all ages."

……

Lin Xian gasped; damn it, what's going on? Not only himself, but the style of the whole world has changed!

Where did this get me to? Is this still the Great Universe of the First Generation?

The Dao sound quickly dissipated, his eyes lit up, and spiritual springs emerged from the earth in front of him, with spiritual grass everywhere and strange flowers blooming on the ground, like a Liangyuan fairyland, with countless butterflies dancing.

And in the center of the fairyland, an ordinary palace was inscribed with three indescribable characters:

"Doushuai Palace."

The Daoist arena of the Moral Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun, the Great Red Heaven, the Taiqing Realm!

In the blink of an eye, a boy in a golden Daoist robe walked out of the Liangyuan fairyland, smiling and cupping his hands: "Where does the fellow Daoist come from?"

"Great King Golden Horn, legendary Venerable."

Lin Xian narrowed his eyes, not daring to be negligent, and hurriedly returned the salute: "I am Lin Xian, ascending from the lower realm, accidentally entering this place. May I ask the name of this Immortal Venerable? Is this the Daoist arena of the Taiqing Moral Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun?"

"Then that's right, my name is Golden Horn, you can just call me Boy Golden Horn." Boy Golden Horn chuckled and invited him to the side: "The Master has long given instructions, you follow me inside."

"Please, Immortal Venerable Golden Horn, introduce me." Lin Xian nodded, still saying politely.

"Predestined person, no need to be so polite." Boy Golden Horn's smile did not diminish, and he led Lin Xian inside, passing through layers of palaces and seeing many wonderful sights, such as purple gold lingzhi the size of a millstone, ginseng dolls running all over the ground, a world tree supporting heaven and earth, and a black dragon coiled under the world tree...

All were immortal herbs and divine medicines, attracting countless dreamlike butterflies to dance and collect nectar.

Inside the palace, the Bagua furnace was steadily placed on the fire, an old man in Daoist robes sat in front of the furnace with his eyes closed, and another Boy Silver Horn stood fanning the fire and taking care of the alchemy furnace.

"Pay respects to the Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun!"

Lin Xian's expression was as usual, he stepped forward to pay his respects, but he muttered in his heart, who exactly is this Moral Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun now?

The Primordial Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun of the Three-in-One, that Dao Fruit that has already transcended, or just a historical imprint.

The time kalpas are all in chaos.

For those on the Other Shore, and even for the Dao Fruit, time is the most meaningless thing; if they want, they can appear in any time and space, at any location.

"There are still more than two hundred years left in the final kalpa."

The Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun in front of the alchemy furnace slowly opened his eyes and said indifferently.

This caused the two innate divine spirits, Golden Horn and Silver Horn, to show horror; in the past, when kalpas changed, they were protected by those on the Other Shore and could pass through smoothly.

If it is the final kalpa, can they still be safe and sound like before?!

At this moment, the characteristics of innate divine spirits—strong strength but fragile nature—were fully displayed.

Even after hundreds of millions of years, Golden Horn and Silver Horn still had the nature of children and had not grown much.

Or rather, the Moral Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun does not need his boy attendants to grow; in the eyes of those on the Other Shore, everything below the Other Shore is a dreamlike bubble.

"That is to say, now is the very beginning, and Meng Qi is still in the Shaolin Temple."

Compared to the two innate divine spirits, Lin Xian, this alternative innate divine spirit embryo, seemed very calm, but he was puzzled in his heart why the Moral Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun told him this.

The two-hundred-year final kalpa is similar to the two hundred years of dark turmoil in the Shrouding the Heavens Great Universe, with the time locked tightly.

It's just that in the Shrouding the Heavens Great Universe, they are playing the Great Emperor game, while here they are playing the Immortal Emperor game.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Xian simply asked: "What does this have to do with me?"

When the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up; those on the Other Shore are not worried about the final kalpa returning, so what is he worried about?

Not to mention Lin Xian, even the Emperor Fuxi Emperor behind Lin Xian is in a half-dead state, preparing to fake his death, and cannot handle things at all.

This Myriad Heavens and Worlds, the multiverse, is carried on the shoulders of the reckless Vajra; the words "doing subtraction and becoming empty" are not yet the turn of the Emperor Fuxi Emperor to say.

At worst, let the Primordial Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun open the sky again.

"The perfect person has no self, the divine person has no merit, the sage has no name."

The Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun said calmly: "The plan of the Wa Emperor is very large."

Those who are good at fighting have no glorious achievements; the one who gained the most last time, besides the Three Pure Ones, was the Wa Emperor, who became the most ancient one and got the admission ticket to the Dao Fruit.

"What does the Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun mean?"

Lin Xian was helpless; he had only seen the Emperor Fuxi Emperor and had not seen the Wa Emperor, so he didn't understand the situation at all.

"Go and take a scripture for him." The Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun said indifferently and closed his eyes again.

This time it was Boy Silver Horn leading the way; it was said to be a scripture, but it was actually a piece of paper.

Boy Silver Horn chuckled: "True teachings are on a piece of paper, false teachings are in ten thousand volumes of books; fellow Daoist, you must keep this in mind."

Lin Xian's expression was strange; looking at the paper in his hand, it exuded an ancient aura, as if it had been left behind since the beginning of heaven and earth.

There were only three words on it: "Need more money!"

(End of chapter)