The heavens begin with the Dharma of absorbing power.

Chapter 1815: The World is Reincarnating, Reflecting the Truth of the Heavens (Edited)
Deep in Kunlun Purgatory, eternal darkness solidified in every inch of space like thick ink.

This is a forbidden place for the living and the final resting place for the dead. Even time seems to have stopped here.

The path of reincarnation is winding and tortuous, like a sleeping ancient dragon, running through the underworld and connecting the cycle of life and death in all the heavens and worlds.

At the end of this eternal reincarnation path, a clay statue sits silently.

The surface of the clay statue was mottled and covered with ancient dust, which seemed to contain the memories and sorrows of countless eras.

Its posture is solemn and weathered, with its left hand making the Samsara Seal and its right hand holding the Sutra of Rebirth. There is an almost invisible crack between its eyebrows, with a faint aura of chaos flowing.

Ancient runes were engraved in every wrinkle of the clay, and those runes sometimes flickered like dying stars in the night sky.

When Xu Xin's footsteps broke the eternal silence, the surface of the clay statue suddenly cracked.

"Crack!"

The crisp cracking sound was particularly harsh in the dead silence, as if it had broken some kind of balance that had been maintained for eternity.

The dust fell like fragments of time, drawing transparent tracks in the void.

When the dust fell to the ground, it made a metallic sound, and each grain of dust weighed a thousand pounds.

Six-colored divine light suddenly burst out from the left wrist of the clay statue, and the string of six reincarnations carved from the supreme bone awakened.

The animal bones exude a primitive aura and are covered with dense lines. Each line represents a severed section of a great law.

The bird's beak was branded with ancient runes, which squirmed like living things and emitted silent screams.

The animal's fangs were as white as jade, yet they exuded a murderous aura that shook the heavens.

The six precious bones revealed their true forms in the resonance. It was the last wail of the first generation of supreme beings who were beheaded in the chaotic ancient era. Each precious bone carried the lifelong cultivation and unwillingness of a supreme being.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation String? Ning Chuan's relic?"

Xu Xin's voice was low and restrained, but it couldn't hide the surprise in it.

He stretched out his slender fingers, with a wisp of chaotic energy condensed at his fingertips, and gently pointed at the awakening supreme bone string.

At the moment of contact, six rays of light exploded, like six suns of different colors exploding at the same time. Red as blood, black as night, pale as bone, golden as the sun, dark blue as the sea, and purple air coming from the east.

The six colors of light intertwined into a gorgeous and terrifying web, covering the entire cycle of reincarnation. Finally, a golden wave rushed out, and the horrifying truth emerged from the broken spots of light.

The golden waves surging from the depths of samsara spread like a tide. Wherever they passed, the cheeks of living beings became covered with corpse spots, their skin quickly shriveled and decayed, their eye sockets became sunken, and their hair turned dry and fell out.

However, those beings who had long since died according to ancient historical records, saw their blood stains fade away in this golden light, their broken bodies began to heal, and the fire of the soul was rekindled in their empty eye sockets.

"No...that's impossible."

A young monk who came with Xu Xin looked at his hands in horror. His originally plump flesh and blood were shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. His nails were growing longer and blacker, emitting a foul odor.

The entire reincarnation path began to twist, like a scroll crumpled by an invisible giant hand.

The stone steps broke and then reassembled, the Yellow Spring flowed backwards, the flowers of the other shore withered and then bloomed, everything was changing against common sense.

At this moment, all the heavens and worlds seemed to be spinning, roaring, and making continuous sounds, as if an invisible hand was plucking the strings of the universe.

Deep in the samsara path, golden waves flow out, illuminating all living beings.

The world seemed to be spinning, heaven and earth seemed to be hanging upside down, undergoing unpredictable changes.

The direction of the galaxy's circulation reversed, the pattern of the sun and the moon's alternation was disrupted, and even the laws of the universe were distorted.

"The world is reincarnating? Is this the truth that reflects the heavens?"

Xu Xin's voice was very low, his double pupils glowed with fairy light, and two strange runes appeared in his eyes, his left eye was like the sun, and his right eye was like the moon. Yin and Yang Tai Chi appeared in the depths of his pupils, slowly rotating.

He was still able to remain calm and observe and analyze the mysteries of this place, but the people behind him could no longer remain calm.

"This is……"

Jiudaoyi of the First Mountain was trembling all over. This veteran from the chaotic ancient era had experienced too many life-and-death battles and should not have been afraid, but at this moment his body was as trembling as a sieve, as if he had experienced an extremely terrifying event.

In an instant, his face turned as pale as paper, his wrinkles as deep as ravines, and he seemed to have seen through some truth, muttering: "We are all dead, the whole world is dead."

Although Jiudaoyi's voice was low, it exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.

He hunched his back, pointed his skinny fingers at the golden waves, and said sadly: "Look, what the golden light reflects is the truth."

"Are we...are we all just phantoms?"

"Is the whole world fake?"

"The universe, the entire ancient history, is just a dream... The universe is just a picture scroll, you and I are not real, we are all illusions, just a dream of that person."

Jiudaoyi's voice became lower and lower, and finally became almost like the ravings of a madman.

"Now, the dream is over."

This sentence is like a magic spell, blooming and flourishing on the road of reincarnation.

It is like a dusk drum and a dawn bell, touching people's souls and disturbing everyone's dreams.

"Boom!"

A sound like the mighty bell of the Tao came from the deepest part of the cycle of reincarnation, shaking the entire road.

Following the roar, the world gradually began to light up, but that light did not come from the outside world. Instead, it shone from within each person, as if they themselves were a lamp that was about to burn out.

The waves of light rippling in the path of reincarnation are sacred and vast, covering all the heavens and worlds.

Under the shining of this light, many powerful immortals including Big Black Dog and Gu Qing were all trembling at this moment, and then seemed to be enlightened.

Their bodies began to become transparent, and rotten bones and dried blood vessels could be vaguely seen inside.

"The eternal sky is a painting. We are all fake, people in the painting, marks of history, and sorrows recorded by time."

Jiudaoyi's voice was like thunder and a calamity from heaven, deafening and shocking.

Many people have recovered from their strange states, and the samsara path is bustling with activity.

Some people burst into tears, some screamed to the sky, and more people were stunned, unable to accept this sudden truth.

"Hehe... they are all dead... the whole world is in decline, maybe we are all... imagined by that person."

Jiudaoyi looked around and saw many people with blood on their faces. He sighed sadly, with infinite sadness and sorrow, and even more sadness that he would never see that person again. Chu Feng, who had walked the path of reincarnation and experienced "reincarnation", was also awakened as if by a revelation, and had a great enlightenment.

He suddenly felt that he seemed to have been in a deep sleep for a long time and was finally waking up.

"We are all dead now. Only a few traces remain, not even marks."

Jiu Daoyi muttered to himself, two lines of blood and tears flowing from his turbid old eyes.

"Could it be that he, with his true body, is performing reincarnation to reverse everything, and we are just the people in the painting he visualized on the way?"

There was a scream that was quite terrifying, making people feel extremely scared and very creepy. It was the big black dog howling after being exposed to the golden light.

"why?"

It witnessed with a tingling sensation as its big claws revealed their true appearance in the golden light. They were rotten, black, smelly, and stained with blood.

That sight made its mouth tremble and its incomplete canine teeth chatter.

"Am I dead? I was originally an emperor, incorruptible, but now all my hair has fallen off, and my flesh is almost rotten? Am I dead?"

The big black dog's paws didn't look like living things at all. In the shimmering golden light, they were reflected with an endless aura of death, and had long been rotten.

Is this the truth?

It has long been dead and no longer exists in this world?
On the other side, the former Cao Yusheng, who now called himself "Corpse", stretched out an arm and walked tremblingly into a golden light on the path of reincarnation.

The next moment, he felt as if he had been stung by the most poisonous insect from thirty-three days away. His arm trembled violently and he quickly retracted it.

Because in just a moment, he saw a rotten arm, with even disaster-level maggots moving in and out of it. Was it completely rotten and dead?
"We are all dead? How is it possible..."

The corpse whispered, looking at his arm, a little dazed.

At this moment, these ancient beings were all in horror and could not believe the truth of the world.

Is everyone in the heavens and the worlds dead?

Is this prosperous world at this moment imagined by someone?

The endless void of the universe is just a painting?
"The heavens, the universe, everything, are all in reincarnation?"

"Nothingness is nothingness, death is not death. Everything in this world, ancient times and today, has an uncertain beginning and an uncertain end. Are they all uncertain?"

"Ancient history blends with the present?"

"The world is like the two sides of yin and yang, transforming. When the whole world rotates, whichever side the light shines on is likely to revive?"

"With that person's means, if he wants to make someone reappear and condense his form, it is not too difficult."

"But maybe that's just a reappearance of memory in rotation, not the person from that time."

Jiudaoyi's voice finally sounded again, as if he had realized something, or as if he was talking in a sleep, with a tremor, constantly whispering, as if he was recalling many past events.

Someone once said that when dead, dead is dead. Even if the deceased person is condensed, it may just be the reorganization of the body and the reproduction of memories. In fact, it is like a clone and may not be the same person as before.

Back then, even though he was the most powerful and invincible person in the world, he also felt disappointed and sighed.

When Jiudao thought about these things, he thought of many things.

The person who wants the people around him to truly reappear, but can the so-called reincarnation really bring the people who once lived back to life back to life?
"He felt that those who condensed and those who reincarnated only had the same memories and bodies, and were the carriers of the copies, while those people died forever and were cut off from the original."

Jiu Daoyi spoke a lot to himself in a very low voice, which made many people confused, surprised, and horrified, and they felt a sense of helplessness and fear.

Is reincarnation denied?

Is this that person’s realization?

Some people really understand that death is death. It is too difficult to resurrect, to reincarnate, to reappear from the cycle of reincarnation and look like the same person or heroic spirit as before. Their essence may have changed long ago.

That person even thought that all this was just a copy.

People who have reincarnated think that they are still themselves, but in the eyes of someone, they are no longer their former selves?
So, who did all the things that allowed ancient history to blend with the present? Who allowed the world to reincarnate?

Countless ancient histories reappeared, and after many unimaginable conditions were met, the past reappeared, a true revival, allowing some heroes to return?
To many people, this truth means that the world has been turned upside down in the true sense, and it is both shocking and chilling.

Many powerful people on the Road of Reincarnation were shocked and terrified, but Xu Xin, who was standing in front of them, remained calm from beginning to end.

He stared at the disintegrating clay statue at the end of the reincarnation path, and looked at the golden waves that kept surging out from afar. The sun and moon runes in his pupils were spinning faster and faster.

"All of this is a dream, so who is the dreamer? In fact, what I really want to say is that reincarnation does not mean illusion. As long as the self-cognition of the reincarnated person is correct and the true self is eternal, then that person is the original person."

As soon as Xu Xin finished speaking, in just a moment, the clay statue moved again.

The sitting clay figure is silent for eternity, as if it has decayed with the years and is silent with the world.

At this moment, the thick dust accumulated on it rose up slowly like a belated storm. The dust floated in the void, and each grain seemed to carry a piece of annihilated history, flashing a faint light, and then returning to nothingness.

The clay figure's eyelids trembled slightly, as if struggling to wake up from an endless sleep.

There seemed to be some ancient and profound power surging beneath the eyelids, wanting to tear apart the eternal darkness and look at this world again.

However, in the dark, some supreme rules of the great way suppressed it, or the strange runes engraved on its body bound it, causing this awakening to become extremely slow, as if time was infinitely stretched.

Every tremor seemed to have exhausted the energy of an era, and it could come to an abrupt stop at any time and return to deathly silence again.

Mysterious lines flickered, flashing like breathing.

Those patterns are complex and mysterious, like traces of the Tao left behind when the world was first created, or like the seal of some kind of taboo.

Sometimes they are as bright as the stars, and sometimes as dim as ashes. They flow and disappear on the surface of the clay statue, as if resisting something, or as if calling for something.

As the clay figurine moved, dust rose from its eternally silent body and fell into the abyss of the cycle of reincarnation.

Every grain of sand that fell into the darkness caused a ripple in the void, like a drop of water in the long river of time, creating layers of ripples, and then suddenly bursting, shaking out endless golden waves of light, sweeping in all directions like a wave.

The golden light is bright and shines through the past and present, as if it will penetrate the cycle of reincarnation and reflect the glory of the past.

Some kind of existence was startled, emitting a low, ancient hum that resonated with the awakening of the clay figurine.

The whole world was shaking slightly at this moment, as if some truth that had been buried for eons was about to be revealed... The ancient clay statue woke up, accompanied by a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)