Chapter 643: After Me, Everyone Can Become an Immortal

Crack.

Regardless of the mortal world, regardless of Immortal Gods, regardless of the Demon Race or the Human Race, regardless of whether they were within Shenzhou or overseas.

All living beings heard a faint sound of shackles breaking and felt their bodies grow slightly lighter.

Before they could even figure out what had happened, an unprecedented feeling of comfort surged from the depths of their souls, instantly cleansing their bodies and minds.

"Ah~"

For a time, no one knew how many self-forgetful moans echoed between Heaven and Earth.

"Ha—"

That feeling was just like working hard in the fields, bent over for half a day, and finally straightening one's back at the very last moment; that indescribable, aching pleasure pierced the soul and directly shattered all psychological defenses.

No matter how stiff or cold a person was in their daily life, at this moment, their faces were filled with an expression of self-forgetful intoxication.

Refreshing!

Many, many mortals did not know what exactly had happened, but they could experience this change and quickly became immersed in it.

"Ah..."

"So relaxed!"

And for cultivators with cultivation, this change occurring within them was even more obvious!

In an instant, they felt that problems previously impossible to grasp no longer seemed difficult; with just a little thought, they could arrive at the answers.

They only felt as if an Immortal had laid a hand upon their heads, a sudden enlightenment, and then, with a flash of insight, everything suddenly became clear.

And the higher the cultivation, the more obvious the effect of this enlightenment-like feeling.

It was as if a portion of what had been owed to them over countless eons had finally returned to their hands.

Throughout the entire world, it seemed as if countless cultivators had seized that once-elusive inspiration at this moment and were about to break through to a new realm.

"I understand! I finally understand!!!"

"Hahaha!!! I told you I wasn't the trash they called me! I am a genius! A true genius!!!"

"Ahhh! I, I saw it! I saw the hope of success!"

Countless cultivators were ecstatic, even moved to tears.

Was this an illusion?

Was it an illusion felt collectively by all living beings?

Had everyone been deceived?

No.

It was not that they were being deceived "now," but that they had been deeply deceived in the "past."

In the past, it was the Heavenly Dao that blinded their senses; what they were feeling at this moment was the true law.

Except for those Immortal Gods who had come from ancient times, no one in this world had ever experienced this feeling.

They had long since grown accustomed to that suppressed life, not even finding it strange, having lived that way for generation after generation.

But now they were suddenly told that such a state was not real, and that everything in the past was not what they should have received.

Without anyone needing to remind them, they quickly became immersed in it; some even developed a feeling of drunkenness, their entire perception becoming muddled, as if they were about to fall asleep.

But... the good times did not last.

This intoxicating feeling soon disappeared again.

Crack.

Just as it had arrived without warning, it departed without warning, and all living beings once again felt the heavy shackles placed upon them.

They... were once again bound by invisible shackles!

The next moment, countless shrill wails echoed throughout the entire world.

"What!?"

"What happened!!?"

"No, no, no!!! Give me a little more time! Just give me a little more time! I was about to break through! Ahhh!!!"

"Was everything just now merely an illusion? Am I really still that useless piece of trash!!?"

For ordinary people, it was fine; they only felt exhausted again, their breathing not as smooth, and their bodies not as light.

But for cultivators, the effect was completely different; it was undoubtedly like having a door that had been opened with such difficulty slammed shut again.

They were like a group of drowning people who had finally managed to breathe air, only to be pressed back under the water by a pair of invisible, massive hands, continuing to endure that hopeless, pitch-black despair.

At this moment, they felt despair, deep despair.

As well as dissatisfaction and anger!

Why?

Why treat us like this?

Why open the door for us, only to slam it shut?

Why only let us feel it for a moment!!?

The entire world was enraged, and countless wills complained in unison, causing the world itself to undergo some changes.

At this moment, dark clouds drifted across the entire world, no matter where one looked.

Rumble.

Thunder faintly echoed through Heaven and Earth, and countless blood-colored lightning bolts streaked between the thunderclouds; the momentum was even more terrifying than when over a dozen cultivators had attained the Dao together earlier!

Some Immortal Gods noticed these changes, their expressions shifting slightly, and they quickly hid their presence.

"This, this is!!?"

In ancient times, the number of mortal beings was far fewer than it was now.

Whether it was the Human Race or the Demon Race, they were merely slaves beneath the feet of the Immortal Gods, servants who existed to serve them.

Mortals exist to serve the Immortal Gods—this rule was recognized by all Immortal Gods in ancient times, without any dissent.

But now, the situation seems to be different.

When the intentions of countless beings merge as one, when the countless weak wills that They look down upon gather together, the power ultimately produced is even more terrifying than They imagined.

Far more terrifying.

It is actually capable of influencing Heaven and Earth!

Such great power is something even They could not achieve at the peak of their former strength.

"What on earth..."

The strength displayed by the mortal beings at this moment makes the Immortal Gods feel fear, but as the parties involved, they themselves are actually unaware of it.

They are too weak and small; they do not understand their own power, much less perceive the changes between Heaven and Earth.

And at this time, what they need is a guide, an existence capable of leading them.

To let them truly display the powerful strength they possess!

Just as the mortal beings were feeling angry yet helpless, and some were even beginning to lose heart, a voice resonated in the depths of their hearts.

【"You..."】

The voice could not be identified by gender; it was extremely faint, making it impossible for one to be sure if they had truly heard it, or if it was merely an illusion.

But it made everyone fall silent at this moment, quietly waiting for that voice to continue its inquiry.

【"Are you willing to continue enduring such suppression?"】

Heaven and Earth were silent, the lightning within the thunderclouds stalled at this moment, and all living beings were questioning their own hearts.

Could they continue to endure it?

Could they?

The answer was self-evident.

No!

If they had never felt the light, they could have endured the darkness.

They had been moving forward under a heavy burden from the very beginning; they were already accustomed to such suppression.

If no one had ever told them they were carrying shackles, they might never have doubted it, nor could they have imagined a life without shackles.

But now, they had seen it, even if only for a fleeting moment.

They could no longer continue to endure such days, such a life; they could not go on bearing it.

And there was no need to endure!

"I am not willing!!!"

"Not willing!!!"

The will of all living beings gathered at this moment, was intentionally guided, and finally surged into the clouds!

Boom!

The sky-filling thunderclouds shattered in an instant, yet they did not dissipate completely; instead, they were deliberately guided and transformed into a gigantic blade.

A nine-tailed white fox leaped up from the mortal world, ascended to the sky, caught the blade in its mouth, rushed toward the infinitely high firmament, and threw the blade out with all its might!

Swoosh—

Using the will of all living beings as a blade, it struck at the Heavenly Law.

As the blade flew out, the white fox transformed by Ren Yidao spoke again.

"Open!"

As the words fell, everyone heard a sound once more.

Clang—Crack!!!

This sound was countless times louder than before, like a great bell or chime, exploding in the depths of their hearts!

At the same time, there was a light chuckle.

That person said:

"After me, everyone may achieve Ascension."

"All living beings shall enjoy Chang Sheng."

The vast majority of people did not know the meaning of these words, nor did they understand who the person speaking was.

But even if they did not understand the owner of this voice, they had already felt the change, once again experiencing that feeling of being unconstrained and free from shackles.

And this time, they understood that they would never lose it again.

Because of Him.

Because that person was there.

Because that person had made a promise.

They were sincerely grateful for this.

Even if the vast majority of people did not speak this gratitude aloud, even if it was only felt in their hearts.

That gratitude was still conveyed to that person's heart.

"Praise be to you!"

"Thank you!"

Countless voices echoed in Ren Yidao's ears; the chaotic sounds even left him, having just stepped into the Ascension Realm, in a moment of bewilderment.

The white fox transformed back into human form, and Ren Yidao stood high above the sky, looking down at the living beings beneath his feet.

But soon he adapted to this noise, filtering out the useless praise and leaving only a few interesting whispers.

And after Ren Yidao adapted to this endless gratitude, endless Merit surged toward him.

Ren Yidao looked up at the firmament above his head with a somewhat strange expression.

"What does this mean?"

Opening a path for all living beings is a great Merit; there is no doubt about that.

If one speaks from this point, then it is very normal for the Heavenly Dao to reward Ren Yidao.

But the problem is... the culprit who locked the path of all living beings is precisely the Heavenly Dao itself!

You sealed the path, I forced it open for you, and instead of being angry, you want to reward me?

Hmm... Huhu finds it hard to say.

Ren Yidao can only reach one conclusion: these Heavenly Laws are perhaps even more interesting than he thought.

After the white fox opened the path for all living beings, those long-awaited seekers of the Dao no longer had to stop in their tracks; even if they did not take the initiative to step forward, a force of Heavenly Law was pushing them onward.

Attaining the Dao!

Attaining the Dao!!!

It is just that the final result is not entirely perfect...

Some succeeded, and some failed.

People like Yaoyue and Huang Huang, who had deep foundations, or fellows like Sikong Yu who were just passing as genuine, were only limited by this world and not by a lack of accumulation; these people successfully crossed the final step.

They successfully Ascended to Immortality and attained divinity, occupied a Great Dao, and enjoyed Chang Sheng.

But some people perished under the Thunder Tribulation.

Their foundations were insufficient, yet they thought they had walked their path to the end, attempting to force a breakthrough at this moment, ultimately ending up with their bodies dead and their Dao dissipated, turning into a handful of yellow soil and vanishing between Heaven and Earth.

One cannot say they were stupid; for these people, they had spent their whole lives struggling for this goal, and having seen the opportunity to attain the Dao, they had no reason to give up.

They failed, but they also succeeded.

At the end of their lives, they saw the success of others and understood that the matters of Immortal Gods were not just legends; their life's path was, after all, not wasted in vain.

Perhaps, this can also be considered a case of "hearing the Dao in the morning and dying in the evening."

And with the change in Heavenly Laws, it is not only the people of this world who have benefited.

The Immortal Gods, who were rubbed into the ground by Ren Yidao this night and seemed insignificant, also enjoyed the benefits.

They suddenly discovered that their injuries were recovering at an astonishing speed.

The strength that had been suppressed by the Heavenly Dao also soared after the shackles were broken!

"It's back, it's all back!"

"Hahaha!"

"This deity's strength can finally be restored!!!"

No longer needing to watch the expressions of mortals and hide away!

A Demon God in the Eastern Wasteland laughed wantonly, preparing to show the world His existence.

Then, He heard a mocking chuckle.

"Oh?"

And a playful gaze, cast from Beiming!

!!!

Ah!

Forgot about this guy!

After realizing the problem, the Demon God did not even leave behind a harsh word and chose to flee wildly.

"Heh, running quite fast."

Ren Yidao did not pursue, instead letting Him leave; today was just about remembering His aura.

Today's events were a double-edged sword; when mortals were no longer restricted, the Immortal Gods also enjoyed the same treatment, and they would certainly not need to recover slowly, but could instead indulge in absorbing the Spirit Qi of Heaven and Earth.

But overall, the benefits outweighed the disadvantages.

"After all, the future confrontation with the ancient Immortal Gods cannot rely on me alone."

Furthermore, just as everyone was enjoying this feast of Ascension, Ren Yidao's thoughts were not entirely on this, but had turned toward Zhongzhou.

Ren Yidao frowned slightly and looked toward Zhongzhou with suspicion.

He had just felt a special gaze.

When everyone was staring at him with gazes of awe, disgust, or worship, there was one gaze in Zhongzhou that made Ren Yidao feel most unique.

That gaze was very calm, without any fluctuations, like a pool of dead water.

Bottomless, yet without waves or ripples.

That person looked at Ren Yidao as if looking at a dead object, without any emotion.

High and aloof?

No, it was not even that; the gaze did not contain arrogance, nor even divinity.

This gaze gave Ren Yidao a very strange feeling, as if the other party themselves were like a dead object.

However, from this gaze, Ren Yidao could still vaguely sense another emotion... confusion.

It was just unclear where this confusion came from.

It seemed to be wondering why such an unexpected fellow had suddenly popped up, then overturned everything with a momentum that destroyed the rotten, rendering all of their arrangements useless.

Just as he was guessing, a voice rang in Ren Yidao's ears.

It said:

"You..."

"Who, exactly, are you?"