I have a volume of human scriptures

When Qimen Daozun opened his eyes, there was no more anger and resentment in his pupils, only... confusion.

He looked around at everything as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Without the dark world of Chu Yuan, without the torture of life and death, without that hateful face...

Nothing.

Qimen Daozun was confused.

"I'm fighting with that guy..."

He seemed to be muttering to himself, his brows furrowed.

"Yes... I am fighting... killing... that guy... but that guy... I can never forgive him..."

It was as if he was trying desperately to remember something.

But the harder I tried, the more I explored the memory shrouded in layers of fog, the more blurry it became.

Just like the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water.

Untouchable.

Become distant, become unreal, become unreal.

until a certain moment.

Qimen Daozun raised his head and said, "Who is that guy? Why can't I forgive him?"

He couldn't remember.

"Is this... a dream?"

Trapped between dreams and reality, Qimen Daozun's thoughts were swirling and difficult to sort out.

At this moment, a sudden voice sounded from below, "Your Majesty, the time has come."

This interrupted Qimen Daozun's thoughts.

He lowered his head and saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged man standing under the throne, bowing and reporting.

"Tatsumi...Tatsumi?"

Taoist Master Qimen opened his mouth and called out this extremely familiar name, but he always felt that there was an inexplicable sense of incongruity, as if the person in front of him should not be here.

"Your Majesty? What's wrong with you?" Tatsumi asked with a worried look on his face.

"nothing."

Taoist Qimen shook his head, then looked around and saw that it was an extremely large space. The walls, ceiling and floor were all paved with brown jade, covered with dense lines, as if following some strange rules, and moving slowly like a pulse. The diffuse light illuminated the entire room in a dim yellow.

In the huge room, jade containers that look like coffins are neatly laid out on the ground, as if they are connected to the entire ground. The end points of those complex rhythmic patterns are these containers, as if they are supplying energy to them.

Qimen Daozun only felt a trance, strange yet familiar.

"This is……"

"This is a compatriot, Your Majesty!" Chen Si said, "Your Majesty, we have been drifting in the chaotic sea of ​​time and space outside the domain for endless years and have slept for a long time, but hard work pays off. The pioneers have found the coordinates of the new world. The news sent to us that the helmsman has awakened you and countless compatriots and is now analyzing the coordinates. As long as the analysis is completed, he can guide the arrival of a new world to activate the destruction and recasting contained in the Ark and reproduce the brilliant civilization!"

These words completely sorted out Qimen Daozun's confused thoughts. He suddenly realized and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

But even so, that sense of incongruity was still vague. He always felt that he had forgotten something, but he also found it incredible - how could a dignified Taoist master forget something like a mortal?

"Chen Si... I seem to have had a dream." Qimen Taoist said.

"Your Majesty, what did you dream about?" Tatsumi asked with his head down.

"I can't remember clearly, but... it seems like a nightmare?" Qimen Taoist shook his head.

"No matter what dream your majesty has, today is a new beginning. Your majesty, the other four Taoist masters are waiting for you." Chen Si bowed and spoke.

"Well." Qimen Daozun shook his head, put his thoughts aside, and stood up.

As he stood up, the densely packed patterns all over the room lit up with bright light again, and figures stood up in the coffin-like containers. After a brief moment of confusion, only endless joy remained in their eyes.

"Gentlemen, the time has come."

Qimen Daozun took a deep breath, looked at the people of his Dayuan clan, and said, "Follow me!"

After saying that, he led Tatsumi and the members of the Dayuan tribe out of the room and came to another extremely vast space, a hundred miles high, a thousand miles long and wide, and the entire space was paved with orange-yellow jade without any seams, as if it was created naturally by magic.

And on the ceiling and walls, there are pictures carved one after another - from the creation of the world, to the fragile human beings standing up, lighting the fire, starting to practice, expedition to the starry sky, unifying the world, and all kinds of strange and magnificent pictures, cruel and magnificent epic wars, triumphant prosperity and victory, and cruelty and turmoil on the eve of extinction...

Everything that the Dayuan civilization has experienced is engraved on these walls and ceiling.

Their civilization, their history, everything about them is recorded here.

And on the ground, there were five huge thrones standing majestically. The four Dao Masters were already seated, and beneath the thrones were countless ecstatic members of the Dayuan tribe.

There is only one throne left, which is undoubtedly prepared for Qimen Daozun.

At this moment, he had almost completely forgotten the strange feeling of disharmony, and in anticipation of a new life, he climbed the stairs and sat on the throne.

As the five Dao Masters took their seats, an extremely vast map appeared in the boundless space void. In the endless turbulence of time and space, a beam of golden light slowly extended from an extremely distant place and connected to a huge ancient sky boat.

“Qi Men, this Tongtian Instrument was made by you, so I’ll let you control it—the pioneers have now opened up the guidance and sent us the coordinates. Next… it’s time for rebirth!”

On a throne, a middle-aged man in an imperial robe, with a suffocating aura of destruction lingering around his body, spoke.

Qimen Daozun was certainly not a stranger to him. He was the Jiemie Daozun, one of the five Daozuns who had boarded the Tianzhou.

——Tianzhou’s seed of destruction, the source of the complete destruction of the new world, was created by him with countless efforts.

"Exactly what I want."

Qimen Daozun took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and turned it gently.

At that moment, the ancient sky boat seemed to be started up, humming and vibrating!
And in the map in the void, the ancient sky boat was following the golden guidance, crossing thousands of miles in an instant, heading towards the final destination!

After traveling through the vast sea of ​​time and space, he crashed into the boundless chaos.

Under the throne, the Dayuan tribe member at the helm spoke loudly: "Your Majesty, we have entered the new world!"

As soon as these words were spoken, countless Dayuan people raised their arms and shouted, unable to hide their excitement!
Even the five Dao Masters had joy in their eyes, as if their long-cherished wishes had been fulfilled.

Taoist Master Qimen exhaled a long breath, and while controlling the Tongtian Instrument to point the direction, he spoke: "My lords, the long wandering for countless years, the sleep and torture for a long time, will finally end today! I, Dayuan... will be reborn at this moment!"

As soon as the words fell, countless Dayuan people were excited, and the four Dao Zuns looked at each other and were also happy.

——After countless years of waiting, it finally came to fruition.

But as the saying goes, after great joy comes great sorrow.

Just as the huge and ancient sky boat rushed into the chaos, just as it broke through this layer of chaos and was about to truly descend into the three realms, an accident occurred.

A terrifying aura that was both familiar and terrifying to them instantly came from that distant and unknown place. It was hollow, cold, and lofty, just like the world itself. And without giving them any time to react, an extremely scarlet and dazzling light came from that unknown place!

Completely cover the entire ancient sky boat!

At that moment, the people of Dayuan once again recalled the fear they once experienced!

The five Dao Masters felt their scalps tingling, their whole bodies trembling, and they were shocked and angry!
"Isn't that guy asleep? Why is he still in power?!"

"There's no point in talking any more! How can you think of a way to escape?"

"This is... clearing authority... there is nothing we can do!"

"Could it be that... my Dayuan is really going to die?"

"..."

The four Dao Masters stood up, their faces as gloomy as water, no longer showing any joy or expectation!
Countless members of the Dayuan tribe were terrified and trembling all over. They looked at the blood-red light that completely submerged the entire Tianzhou on the huge map. Although they didn't know what it was or what accident had happened, their instinct told them...

Death is always with us.

Then, the ancient sky boat, which had sailed through the endless turbulence of time and space without any damage for countless years, began to break apart.

Or rather, began to disappear.

This great creation that utilized countless skills of the Dayuan lineage, its countless precise compositions, and its countless densely packed components, all began to disappear out of thin air.

The bright red light penetrated this world.

The living creatures that came into contact with were just like those parts of the Tianzhou that disappeared, disappearing without a trace in an instant, leaving no trace, as if they had never existed.

At that moment, Qimen Daozun was able to pull himself out of this chaotic and terrifying scene.

The familiar scene seemed to awaken his ancient memories, awakening the "pain" he had forgotten.

Under the terrifying power of the light of purging, even the five Dao Masters are completely powerless. No matter what means they use, they will be completely purged in an instant!

Even the two Dao Masters were unfortunately submerged by the red light and disappeared without a trace in the same instant!
Then, Taoist Master Qimen heard the voice of Taoist Master Jiemie.

He made a difficult decision - to cut off his tail to survive!
Carrying the core of that Sky Boat and using the bodies of countless compatriots as shields, he escaped from the range of the terrifying red light!

A cruel and terrifying scene began.

Wailing, pain, screaming, praying... the endless chaos and despair formed a sharp contrast with the previous information, just like a red-hot iron inserted into cold water, causing a horrific and violent reaction.

All of it was reflected in the eyes of Qimen Daozun.

Deja vu.

The pain that was buried deep in the memory and had long been forgotten was also awakened again.

"No...don't...don't..."

"It's fake... This is fake..."

"..."

When Qimen Daozun roared, he struggled all over and danced, like a powerless child, unable to change anything!
They could only watch helplessly as the entire Tianzhou was destroyed and countless members of the Dayuan tribe were reduced to ashes.

Then everything returns to nothingness.

In the darkness of nothingness, Qimen Daozun felt it.

--pain.

That was by no means any substantial pain on the body or soul, and he was not afraid of those things. The torture that was unbearable for ordinary people was nothing but a trivial matter to him.

But this moment was different. He once again witnessed the collapse of hope and the tragic death of his compatriots.

The unbearable heart-wrenching pain made Qimen Daozun prefer to die immediately without any consciousness.

But... things don't always go as planned, or rather, Yu Chen didn't get what he wanted.

"Do you feel the pain?"

In the darkness of the void, whispers sounded, calm and indifferent, without any sarcasm.

But it made Qimen Daozun feel endless anger and pain!

"Are you using these to torture me? Are you using these to laugh at me? So what? I know that all this is fake! All fake!" Qimen Daozun roared ferociously at the dark void!
"No, I'm just reminding you—it's just the beginning."

Yu Chen's voice echoed again, and then there was silence.

Then, the dream called pain began to be woven again.

Taoist Master Qimen only felt the earth spinning and the sky dizzying, and in the blink of an eye, he was back on the sky boat, just as he had woken up.

This time his memory was extremely clear, and he knew that once he stepped into the Three Realms, he would face a catastrophe, so instead of letting the entire Tianzhou be destroyed, drifting in the chaotic sea of ​​time and space was also an option.

But just as he was about to speak, he suddenly found that he could not control his body and soul - it felt like he was observing everything from a completely separate third-party perspective. He knew everything but could not change anything.

They could only watch his body speak and move, awakening all the Dayuan people, and then rush to the central hall of the Tianzhou.

Joy and excitement, do it again.

It's exciting to try again.

Destruction and despair, pain and collapse, all over again.

Qimen Daozun could only watch and was powerless to do anything.

Finally, the Tianzhou was destroyed and the dream fell into darkness again.

This time, Yu Chen's voice did not sound again.

After only a moment of nothingness and darkness, the nightmare comes again!
It started with the revival of Tianzhou, but ended with Tianzhou being destroyed by the cleansing light of Taichu.

The same dream, so real, happened again.

Then came the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time... the endlessly repeating nightmare, like a never-ending reincarnation, tormented Qimen Daozun again and again.

Until countless times later.

In the Chu Yuan Realm, the real Qimen Taoist Master had already collapsed, with tears streaming down his face and a distorted face.

He no longer denied, no longer roared, no longer raged and struggled.

Just pray.

"Kill me... Kill me... Kill me..."

(End of this chapter)