this infinite world

Chapter 1195: Xuanwei Mo

——Between heaven and earth, the number of saints is always limited.

Even though the multiverse is boundless and the planes are endless, the number of saints in the multiverse is still limited, about 3,900. Once the number of saints in the entire multiverse reaches this limit, no matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to cross that layer of shackles. Just like the Kabbalah tree hanging upside down in the sky, once the quota is completely filled, it cannot be crossed no matter what...

...However, information related to the Holy Position is not something that the clone Chu Xuan can know.

"It seems that you have more relevant information in this regard than I do."

After hearing this, the replica Chu Xuan did not question Chu Xuan's statement, but continued the conversation along with this conclusion: "So what you mean is that in the current multiverse, all the saint positions have been occupied, and there is not a single one left?"

There is no need to question or deny. After all, there is no absolute hostility between the two of them. On the contrary, they have reached corresponding cooperation to a certain extent... Although in the eyes of the clone Chu Xuan, there is a possibility that the other party uses lies to mislead his way of thinking, but there is no need to set the corresponding trap in such a place.

"Yes."

Chu Xuan's answer was filled with unquestionable certainty. With the intelligence of the clone Chu Xuan, he was able to think of many things in an instant.

According to the myths and legends of the ancient times, if you want to become a saint, you must have the primordial purple qi as the foundation of your success. If you don't have the primordial purple qi, no matter how powerful you are, you can only stop at the realm of quasi-saints. From now on, the best way to become a saint is...

"Kill a saint and take his throne."

Although the method of becoming a saint was stated, the clone Chu Xuan, who had witnessed the power of the saint with his own eyes, also understood how difficult it was to achieve this goal... It is easy to defeat immortals, but difficult to kill saints. This is by no means an empty talk. Between "matching", "defeating", "killing" and "capturing alive", there are four completely different levels of difficulty.

Perhaps with the current strength of Zheng Zha and his clone Zheng Zha, they can defeat a saint by using all their means, but forget about going any further... Putting aside the fact that saints with saintly status are ten or a hundred times harder to kill than ordinary immortals or great witches, even if they see the situation is not good, won't these saints run away?
To put it another way, don't these saints understand that there are countless powerful people with green eyes waiting for them to fall and become new saints? Don't they have countless backup plans, and when they have no choice, they will self-destruct and reborn? At this point, even the clone Chu Xuan feels very difficult.

"It seems that the position of a saint is not so easy to obtain."

The clone Chu Xuan naturally understood the reasoning behind this, and also knew that this matter could not be rushed, so he stopped dwelling on it and brought up another topic: "Then, as the price for learning this information."

"What do I need to pay?"

There is no such thing as a free lunch. Or rather, free is the most expensive.

The clone Chu Xuan understood this truth, and he also knew his own character quite well. The wise man named "Chu Xuan" was a man who was very particular about every detail. Every word he said had a corresponding purpose, and there was no nonsense. If there was something to say, there must be something to ask for...

"It's not information of great value, so you don't have to pay anything."

However, what surprised the clone Chu Xuan was that the Chu Xuan on the other side just said this lightly, and brushed aside all the previous events: "Then, let's continue our fight."

"…If you intend to use this method to make me owe karma, so that I can be restrained in the next battle, then this will not happen."

The clone Chu Xuan's words were a fraction of a second slower than before. Although it was very short, it was enough to show his inner restlessness: "You should understand that doing this unilaterally is meaningless to the war situation." "From the beginning, I didn't have such an intention."

Chu Xuan replied calmly: "This mentality of 'everything, every word and every action is calculated' is completely a thing of the past for me."

"...You have really changed, into another me."

Hearing the young man who looked exactly like him say something that he would never say, the clone Chu Xuan closed his eyes and exhaled: "Then, I won't hold back."

At that moment, as if time and space were frozen, a void door suddenly opened above the head of the replica Chu Xuan, and a mysterious object appeared from it. It was a crystal-clear jade-like, extremely strange black silkworm, with a parasitic red vine emitting a reddish glow wrapped around its body, and its wings were as white and thin as water bird feathers, flapping lightly.

What was even more amazing was that this strong silkworm actually held its own tail in its mouth, forming a perfect circle, which was suspended behind the replica of Chu Xuan. The silkworm's wings fluttered lightly, creating circles of ripples visible to the naked eye, just like the golden wheel of merit behind a god or Buddha.

However, what flowed in this halo was not the reassuring Buddha light, but billions of different wills shouting out in unison... At the moment when the strong silkworm appeared, whether it was the projection of the spiritual treasure created by Chu Xuan, the protective formation, the broken swords and remnants of the Tianhe Shenzhou chain battle formation, and even the non-face himself who was in a stalemate with the artificial great witch, they were all distorted to varying degrees!
“Xuanwei Lu.” The clone Chu Xuan said, “The light of my soul.”

"Xuanwei, and Que..."

Hearing these three words, Chu Xuan frowned rarely. He waved his hand, and the black and white yin and yang light suddenly surrounded his body.

In contrast to the tail-biting silkworm on the head of the replica Chu Xuan, a solid jade disc also appeared on Chu Xuan's head, which seemed to be a rotating pottery wheel that was used to shape a raw material, resisting the signs of distortion: "Distortion... No, it's contamination, or is it 'forced transformation'?"

"Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs."

The clone Chu Xuan looked at the "Tao Jun Wheel" above Chu Xuan's head and responded indifferently: "Just like you have your own understanding of the 'Way of Heaven', I also have my own path... Without sacrifice, it cannot continue."

"The way of heaven is selfless. Anyone can be sacrificed for the survival of the multiverse. I am also selfless for the victory of the Demon Team and to glimpse a higher realm. This is just the most rational choice."

"This is wrong." Chu Xuan shook his head.

"Right or wrong is nothing but a subjective view. Only the victor can see the truth." The clone Chu Xuan raised his right hand, and the Donghuang Bell above his head rang again: "Then, let's verify who understands the 'Way of Heaven' better between you and me..."

"Who is it, that's more correct."

The next moment, the distorted light collided with the black and white.

The two round fruits falling from the sky are one step closer to this world.

(End of this chapter)