The peerless black hand that covers the sky

Chapter 1046 Pollen Movement!
A demon ancestor who never misses a good show has given life to the dust of the old world and enriched the human world with color.

The "Primordial Beginning" descended, rising and falling under the sky of time, paying homage and echoing intentionally or unintentionally after the Undying Mountain, the Lake of Reincarnation, the Heavens, the Immortal Tomb, the Ancient Forbidden Land, and the Divine Ruins!
At the same moment, in a boundless underworld, a fat Taoist priest opened his eyes in a daze, bringing light to the originally deep and dark hall, and resounding with supreme Taoist chants—"Underworld," as if enacting a familiar history.

The whole world is like a vast expanse of nine heavens and ten earths!

It's not one person's invincibility, but a group of people covering the sky!
"...Why do I have a bad feeling?"

Inside the ancient-looking stone jar, Ye Fan asked suspiciously, an abstract leaf standing tall above his head like an antenna, trying to search for something in the world.

Ultimately, it was too painful. Fighting and battling a supreme being, risking everything, fighting to the last drop of blood, until the last breath was gone... Without alerting others or revealing one's location and intentions, one can only put in a little effort and use some tricks.

The next moment, a cacophony of historical notes echoed and surged, bizarre and distorted, causing Ye Fan's mood to gradually become complex!

"...Darkness and turmoil have existed since ancient times and prehistoric times, in the old world and in this world, and have never ceased, but I have reached the end of my life."

"The world calls me the Great Black Emperor, but I am unworthy of this title! In this life, I failed to subdue the Holy Body Evil Ancestor and could only watch helplessly as all living beings wept, but I have exhausted all my strength!"

"Evil Ancestor, swallow my dog's blood and stop the killing, woof!"

A familiar bark made Ye Fan's blood pressure spike, and he felt his fist harden slightly!
—What the hell is this?

Why did this thing appear in the channel search?!
Ye Fan's face darkened as he roughly understood what was going on. That damned black dog was probably playing role-playing somewhere!

Before he could even consider whether to take his knife and go out to have a proper "reasoning" with the big black dog, something else caught his attention.

"...Over the years, several of our Bitter Leaf Sect's peerless masters have fallen under the Evil Ancestor's butcher's blade, and a large number of our pillars have been persecuted and killed...If it weren't for the Demon Ancestor, perhaps our Bitter Leaf Sect would have long since vanished into thin air and been completely erased from the annals of time."

"Our Bitter Leaf Sect cannot coexist with the Evil Ancestor... Therefore, with the most sincere hearts, we earnestly beseech the Supreme Demon Ancestor to show us the way forward, to extend our lives, to stop the Evil Ancestor's overwhelming tyranny, and to leave behind the last peaceful and pure land for the human world!"

One by one, the creatures cried out, their faces filled with the desire to survive. They had no regrets about Bitter Leaf, only fear of the Evil Ancestor's return to settle scores.

Amidst the clamor of calls, a blurry figure descended, accompanied by a flash of axe light, obliterating all information and making it impossible to trace back.

Ye Fan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot—you bunch of bastards, instead of obediently waiting to be slaughtered, I might retaliate and let it go after I've vented my anger...and you actually dare to resist?!

"This is no ordinary criminal gang; we must crack down on them with heavy blows!"

Ye Fan made a decision in his heart.

But clearly, there are other things that are tiring him out.

"...Butterfly dream of bronze coffin, bronze coffin dream of butterfly, hearts in harmony, his heart and mine."

Another familiar voice rang out, making Ye Fan's spirits lift.

"I have faced the supreme master of the Three Incarnations Coffin, and I have chatted and laughed with the Demon Ancestor. Even the Evil Ancestor... I have chased him for hundreds of blocks!"

"Perhaps some people regard these beings as incomprehensible, supreme gods, untouchable, indestructible, and unfathomable... But I am definitely not among such people!"

"And I believe even more that among the masses, there are others like me... All people are born equal, so who can be superior?"

"I am also one of the masses, so why don't I feel that someone like the Evil Ancestor is inviolable and untouchable?"

"If you're willing to risk everything, you can bring down the Evil Ancestor!"

"Only by constantly holding this thought in one's heart can one cultivate an invincible mind... Dispel the illusions of all so-called 'great ones' in the world, and only respect oneself. What does it matter how great the achievements of others are? I am just 'me,' and I only respect myself as a god!"

"With this enlightenment, self-confidence, and self-respect, one can become a god among mortals!"

A king, radiant with over ten colors of light, seemed to stand at the end of faith, turning around suddenly to face all living beings with soaring confidence!
He seemed to be preaching to travelers on this path, conveying his confident demeanor... until a surge of mental power overwhelmed the scene, blurring the image.

However, what analogy could he use? How about the Evil Ancestor as an example?
"Silkworm Queen, Silkworm Queen... I'm glad you thought of me; but I dislike it when you use me as an example to belittle others!"

Ye Fan murmured to himself.

Do they all think he can't lift a knife?

Well, indeed, he's a bit too weak to lift the knife right now; he's exhausted and injured, and his condition is really poor.

"Ha! I'll remember that!"

Ye Fan sneered twice, "The Bitter Leaf Sect hasn't given up and is still trying to struggle..."

Despite various factors preventing him from fully understanding the situation, he already knew that this was all a final burst of energy for the Bitter Leaf Sect!
They did not sit idly by and wait for their doom; they quietly awaited the reckoning.

Just as Ye Fan was stirring up trouble in the shadows, these former members of the Bitter Leaf Sect were also secretly plotting something, making their own calculations, and trying to escape the inevitable reckoning that would come one day!

"Trying to turn the world upside down? Is that even possible?"

Ye Fan smiled faintly, brimming with arrogance, "Even if you could truly defy the heavens, and have even a sliver of hope of reaching my level and meeting me at the summit..."

"But I am the Heavenly Emperor, and I can slay all enemies in the world!"

That being said.

Ye Fan secretly manipulated the passage of time, accelerating the spread and influence of certain things, leaving clear and brilliant traces under the sky of time.

It's as if some kind of creature has walked along the river of time, leaving behind a series of deep footprints!
He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice echoing through the ages, not in the vast world, but in the deepest subconscious of countless beings.

Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to... truly live?

"God, activate!"

boom!
The most terrifying fluctuations and upheavals disrupted endless eras and trillions of ages. The boundless cycle of reincarnation was in turmoil, and the "Dao Fruits" rooted in it, like malignant tumors or branches, were violently shaken and mobilized!

They unleash immense power, the most mysterious ripples, enveloping the world.

The will of heaven and the hearts of people in countless worlds, the life and death of all living beings, the material alternation of living and dead things... and so on, are all covered and connected by such fluctuations and ripples, together constructing a grand and transcendent platform, to open up a second world different from reality!
All of this was done with such ease and grace, as if it were a natural progression.

After all, strictly speaking, only half of the hardships Ye Fan endured in his life were used to build the Bitter Leaf Sect.

The remaining half corresponds to this moment, as if it were a rehearsal and rehearsal for the current actions!
Of course, there were bound to be some discordant noises during this process... For example, from among those "tumors" and "Dao Fruits," several low, angry roars could be heard. "Evil Ancestor, you've gone too far by stealing other people's fruits!"

Although these tools are long past the point of needing them, Ye Fan's blatant robbery is still infuriating.

In response, a soft, trembling voice from the depths of the heavens silenced all protests: "Who among you dares to accuse me, the Emperor?"

"Fight if you don't accept it!"

The invincible Heavenly Emperor looks down upon everything!
Even though he could no longer fight, his invincible heart still shone brightly, fearless of any enemy!

In his entire life, he was not afraid of anything except the persecution and pressure from the Bitter Leaf Sect!
Even when facing the owner of the Three Generations Bronze Coffin, even knowing he was no match, he dared to fight. How much more so when facing a former defeated opponent?

Ye Fan, he was so proud, his indelible brilliance etched into the sky of time.

In the end, the ancient overlords fell silent. They seemed to have compromised and given up, retreating and fearing in the face of the overwhelming power of a Heavenly Emperor.

It's as if they're just lying low for a while, secretly plotting to one day give countless living beings a huge surprise.

Ye Fan's will was carried out, the cycle of reincarnation was in turmoil, and the past and present were in upheaval, being reorganized according to his will, and the situation was becoming increasingly intense.

On the high plateau, in a small courtyard, a refined man leisurely played the zither. He pressed down on the strings, his gaze sweeping over the world. After a moment of contemplation, he shook his head and whispered, "Never mind, let it be."

He did not intervene and let things take their course.

He possessed the most composed and serene state of mind, and once again believed in the wisdom of the world.

At the same time, it is also about believing in one's own strength.

Even if a person possesses extraordinary wisdom, if they mismanage it, it will simply mean that their extraordinary power will be put to use once again.

However, it is clear that not everyone has his composure.

“Help…Help…”

In a corner of this small courtyard, a weak, pitiful, and helpless flower fairy is pleading for help, hoping that a refined man can extend a helping hand to break her cage and shatter her shackles.

Upon hearing this, the refined-looking man chuckled, "Little Flower!"

"You have to accept the consequences of your bet."

"Ugh."

As he spoke, he sighed.

Even he had to admit... that the differences between people can sometimes be quite significant.

One particular ornamental flower received a great deal of blessings from him, and at one time it could even be said to be the foremost successor.

That year, the land was desolate and barren, the leaves were gone, and only the pollen bloomed brilliantly, illuminating the past and present.

Its path and its philosophy clearly point to a realm beyond the path of sacrifice.

After all, pollen particles are a reflection of past heroes and a symbol of countless fearless heroes.

Which hero or outstanding person hasn't taken life and death lightly and fought with a belief that transcends life and death?
Such influence, subtle and gradual, would have made the Daoist Ancestor who pioneered and practiced this path, and the supreme Heavenly Emperor of this era, who was like a pollen particle, the one who should have followed these outstanding figures on their path. No, it should be said that they were the ones who should have followed this path the most. This is how they should have walked!
Just like a chaotic blue lotus in a world called Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, its path is preordained, and its food is already served to it.

The path to immortality was opened for him. He was born, cultivated, and attained enlightenment at the right time. Thirty thousand years was just right, allowing him to forge ahead in the most opportune moment.

If you don't want to take this path, that's fine too. If you insist on creating your own world and playing the game of Pangu creating the world, that's also possible. With a celestial artifact, the Desolate Tower, by your side, if used properly, it can guide the Nine Dragons to pull the coffin. Within it is a small celestial realm left behind by the peerless Heavenly Emperor who has a great karmic connection with him. It contains the secrets to repairing celestial realms and evolving immortality.

But... wait! I completely missed this Chaos Lotus!
He refused to tread the path to immortality; he even suppressed the deity of the immortal artifact... He nearly killed himself!

The life of this chaotic blue lotus is like the life of an ornamental flower.

At the crucial moment when she should have fought to the death, in the battle where she should have given up everything, she had people and things she couldn't let go of. She didn't want to die, she couldn't bear to disappear, so much so that... all her efforts were in vain!
She had reached the end of the shortcut to transcendence, just one last hurdle... but that hurdle would mean she could never cross it again.

Although there is a very abstract element to this shortcut... the Daoist patriarch, who valued sacrifice the most, was not pure in his beliefs when he died, and his level of abstraction was no less.

Of course, impure beliefs are not... not a big problem.

The owner of the bronze coffin, who has survived three lifetimes, has returned from the dead and seems to have come to terms with it. Sacrifice should not be forced, and the fear of death is a basic human instinct that should not be blown out of proportion.

Achieving transcendence doesn't guarantee success if you're not afraid of death, but being afraid of death doesn't necessarily prevent you from reaching such heights. As long as you can be creative, you can still forge a completely new path of transcendence and stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

But!
Little Flower made a huge fool of herself while trying to be funny. All her hard work and efforts were in vain, and it all benefited the Red Hair Ancestor!

He was sold out, and he was still helping the seller count the money... The Three-Life Coffin Master was speechless after witnessing the whole process.

—Silly girl, you really need to practice!

"It's not that I can't help you, but if you can't understand your own shortcomings, even if I help you this time, you'll just be a sitting duck once you get out."

The master of the bronze coffin spoke softly, calming the pitiful flower fairy who was pleading for help.

"Then what should I do?"

She earnestly sought advice.

"I won't intervene to break the seal and suppression that Little Red Hair has placed on your strength..." the Copper Coffin Master smiled. "However, I can free a part of your true self, a wisp of your primordial spirit, allowing you to escape into the mortal world to experience and refine yourself..."

"You had it too easy when you were young, so much so that in the competition at the peak level, you were actually inferior to those outstanding individuals who struggled to get ahead on their own..."

"You are not as good as those ten overlords, who are both fellow Daoists and mortal enemies, fighting openly and secretly, doing everything in their power."

"You are not as good as this Heavenly Emperor Huang. He had many hardships in his youth and lost a lot along the way, which are unforgettable."

“You’re not even as good as Ye, this evil ancestor. You both have family and friends around, but he…” The bronze coffin master’s eye twitched as he organized his thoughts, “He had the help of the demon ancestor, and his training was much more thorough…”

(End of this chapter)