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Chapter 414 Take a shortcut
Following the guidance given by the [real world], Xiong Mo immediately infused his own spiritual power into the stone tablet.

"Wow."

A sound like a sea tide sounded, and the power of [Nanshan] immediately combined with his true spirit, evolving a faint breath of creation. The hazy and unpredictable destiny that originally descended from heaven and earth began to manifest the figure of "Xuan Jun", telling of its own belonging.

Feeling the faint breath of creation, Xiong Mo's eyes suddenly lit up. Having a profound understanding of heaven and earth, he realized something in an instant and immediately consumed his own spiritual essence to draw out three-dimensional runes representing his own way.

In an instant, the hazy chaos was real, chaotic but stable, and soared into the sky like a cloud. The thick earth vein energy gathered rapidly under this strange charm, nourishing the dream formation that was constantly integrating runes.

"Whoosh. Whoosh"

The sound of the sea tide ringing in Xiong Mo's ears became more and more powerful. The scene of the bitter sea filled with chaos actually came into his sight without activating the characteristics of creation. He could always feel the great power of the spreading chaos.

With the help of the power of the sea of ​​suffering bestowed on his body, Xiong Mo gradually increased the speed of drawing runes, and activated the characteristics of the other shore, mobilizing the origin of his true spirit from the past to the present, and freely exerting it.

As time went by, Xiong Mo's face gradually turned paler, and his true spirit seemed to be falling from an infinite height, but the law and principles in his eyes became more profound, and became more and more in line with this high-level world.

Finally, after drawing all the three-dimensional runes and integrating them into this great formation created by heaven and earth, a law and principle that was extremely similar to the [real world] but also different from it suddenly emanated from Xiong Mo's body.

"I wish to transform myself into a Taoist and save the whole creation of Nanshan."

The plain voice carried an incomparable charm and turned into a prayer to heaven and earth, stirring up the laws and principles of the [real world], setting off waves of time and destiny, echoing throughout the world, and making all legends and creations look stunned.

Inside Zhongshan Mountain, the big eagle raised its pure white head and cast its gaze towards the Nanshan Mountain, which had already displayed the characteristics of nature, without saying a word.

Meanwhile, a beast that looked like a yellow cow with hedgehog-like hair on its body let out a puzzled growl, "Great Owl, this Xuanjun took the initiative to transform into a Taoist in order to complete a new Taoist temple? Could this be fake?"

Daye did not answer. Instead, he went a step further and used his Dharma Eyes that revealed the aura of the four symbols to stare closely at Xuanjun, whose Dharma body had cracks, was gradually shattering and merging into this world, as if he was spying on something.

A strange beast that looked like a cow, had four horns, and hair as long as a straw raincoat, made a sound similar to hitting stones, and replied slowly, "Qiongqi, this Xuanjun has aroused the resonance of the law and principle of the [real world]. This natural god has transformed himself into the Tao. It is a fact, and it cannot be false."

Qiongqi lay down his huge body, shook his head which looked like an ox, bared his fangs and growled in a low voice, "Xiaohen, as a perfect creator, I naturally know that this cannot be faked, but can a born god who has transformed himself into a Dao take this matter seriously?"

"I have survived three apocalypses and spanned four eras since I became a creation. During this period, I have never seen a legendary person who was willing to transform himself into a Dao. Isn't this unreasonable thing worthy of suspicion?"

The fierce expression of the beast suddenly became frozen, and its pair of bull eyes revealed an extremely clear and honest look. Its head with four long horns tilted, its furry tail shook, and it became quiet.

Seeing this, Qiongqi opened his mouth and continued to express his opinion, "In my opinion, this Xuanjun may want to use this method to build a Taoist boat that can carry his own laws and principles in that Taoist temple, so that he can float on the sea of ​​suffering and become another kind of creation."

The head of the fierce beast tilted again, and he muttered in a low voice, "But Xuanjun has already chosen to transform into the Dao. Next, all his projections in the chaos will dissipate one by one. Then, even if this Dao boat that can carry its own laws and principles is formed, what is the use of it?"

"The way this Xuanjun practiced is very strange. He left behind such a legacy. Even if other legends took it, it would be a pity to eat it and throw it away."

"As for our fortune, occupying something that is not in line with our own cultivation path is even more useless than chicken ribs. If we are not careful, our own path forward will be affected and we will deviate from the predetermined direction."

As Da'e listened to the analysis of the two great saints beside him, a hint of contemplation flashed across his eyes.

As Zhongshan's creation was perfect, even though the two's fighting power was far inferior to his own, their cultivation had reached the extreme in some aspects. Qiongqi and Xiehen's opinions from different angles, even if they were not correct, were a rare supplement. The doubts raised by the two great saints were also the confusion caused by Daye's observation of Xuanjun with the Four Symbols Dharma Eyes.

Da'e slowly looked towards the southeast corner of the [Real World] and asked in a concentrated voice, "This Xuanjun is a natural saint who even I cannot completely kill. He is not one of those ants who have been promoted from legends. Therefore, he will definitely not give up his own path for a Taoist temple. What do you think?"

In the southeast corner watched by the great saints of Zhongshan, a sacred mountain emanated wisps of mysteries of creation, condensed into a figure with nine tails, and a deep auspicious cloud filled with tranquility above its head, which appeared before their eyes.

The slightly hazy figure bowed slightly and said softly, "Greetings to all the great saints of Zhongshan. I have never had any opinion about Fellow Daoist Xuanjun. His choice now is beyond my expectation."

The deep thought in Daye's eyes turned into a hint of sarcasm, and he looked at the hazy figure with a look of disdain.

Then, he looked towards Yaochi, west of Kunlun, and stared at the emperor who was born to rule the gold element, and asked, "Then may I ask fellow Daoist Jinhuang, what do you think of this Xuanjun?"

In an instant, the immortal golden nature between heaven and earth condensed in the Yaochi, and transformed into a figure exuding indifference. The vast and boundless illusory road appeared. His every move seemed to be the embodiment of the gold element in the [real world]. Under the blessing of the great formation of good fortune generated by heaven and earth, he had the power to compete with the big eagle.

He replied with an extremely cold tone, "I have no opinion on that Xuan Jun."

Listening to the reply from this innate sacred being, the sarcasm in Daye's eyes became more intense. He then moved his gaze to a sacred mountain in the west, looking at the sacred being with a human face and a horse body, carrying the vitality of water.

He had a sarcastic smile on his face, and a terrifying aura of destruction emanated from his body. He smiled softly and asked, "Daoist friend from Laishan, do you have anything to say?"

Upon seeing this, the mountain god in Mount Laishan exuded a vitality that created all things in the world and communicated with the divine formation on the mountain. While resisting the breath of Daye, he said calmly and unhurriedly, "The best way to control water is to control water. Water benefits all things and brings peace. That's all." Daye snorted in a low voice. What the mountain god of Mount Laishan said was the same as if he hadn't said anything. It had no practical meaning at all.

Then, he continued to sweep his tyrannical gaze across the Eye of the South China Sea, staring at the Milky Way in the sky that flowed with the rhythm of fate, and looked through countless distances at the red-gold flying ray deep in the starry sky. The sarcasm in his eyes had turned into mockery.

But these three great masters remained silent and said nothing, as if they did not sense the extremely arrogant gaze of Daye.

The next moment, the Zhongshan Great Sage's expression calmed down again, "You all know that I ended the cause and effect with Xuanjun at the cost of part of my own Taoism, and only then was that connection completely severed."

"And the causal force caused by the huge price I paid directly stirred up time and fate, allowing me to drive the Four Symbols to borrow the way cultivated by the Heavenly Venerable of Qingwei Heaven, and then peek into some extremely secret things."

The many great masters of creation who were stared at by the savage gaze of the Great Owl were all silent and calm, as if they were not attracted by the secrets he mentioned at all, and seemed to not care at all.

The Great Osprey on Mount Zhong was now whispering the secret he had seen, "I don't know if it will happen, and it will be in the distant future."

"In a place full of the rhythm of life and death, a great master wearing clothes similar to Xuanjun, facing a statue with a blurred face, full of dreamy charm but seemingly incomparably heavy, whispered his name."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

As soon as the words fell, the blurry figure with nine tails in the southeast seemed to stiffen, the Emperor in Yaochi showed a look of surprise, the movement of the Laishan Mountain God communicating with the magic array was disordered for a moment, the power of the South China Sea Eye to purify the water source was disordered, the flapping wings of the manta ray in the starry sky froze for a moment, and the Milky Way flowing in the void solidified for a moment.

The honorific title of Tianzun is not used randomly in the [real world], especially when a person with great supernatural powers recites the honorific title to a statue of a god, there is basically only one possibility.

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The six great masters silently raised their heads and looked towards the three "sky" that seemed to exist forever above the [real world], and then shifted their gazes away, only making some guesses in their hearts without making any comments.

But their attention, together with the three great saints of Zhongshan, has all been cast on Xuanjun, who is almost completing his transformation and infinitely close to complete demise. They are paying attention to his every move, trying to spy on something from it.

Now, the aura of the dream formation manifested above [Nanshan] has become extremely strong. When Xuanjun's figure was completely shattered and his dream way was completely and thoroughly integrated into it, a law and principle that had just entered the level of creation instantly burst out, completely exceeding the limit of perfection in the legend.

The mountains and rivers are shifting, the earth's energy is boiling, and the creation of the sea of ​​suffering is pouring down like a torrent. Under the instinctive consciousness of the [real world], the divine veins of the earth belonging to [Nanshan] are being shaped, evolving into a vast and endless mountain range.

The legendary vision of the fall came as expected, and the opportunity created by Xuanjun's death once again filled the universe with other my projections on every side of the chaos.

However, just when countless legends and creations believed that this Xuanjun was about to be resurrected and jump out again from a certain area in the chaos, they were shocked to find that the traces of cause and effect and fate of this seemingly immortal strange legend were actually fading and disappearing, until the remaining traces were completely gone even on the river of time and fate.

After a long while, a giant who was fishing in the North Sea looked towards Nanshan and said in a puzzled voice, "Did Lord Xuan accidentally get out of control and completely perish?"

Suddenly, He lifted up his fishing rod, and lifted up a real dragon from the legendary realm that had "taken the bait". He knocked it out completely with one punch, and then with a happy face, he began to bleed, skin, and pick out the tendons of the dragon. Finally, he made a dish of "fish", picked it up with his hands, dipped it in an unknown sauce, and began to eat it.

While chewing the real dragon sashimi, the giant stared at Nanshan as if he was watching a show, and said vaguely, "Isn't he really going to die like this? This death is too weird. But as a fun thing, it's still acceptable."

As time passed, the giant seemed to feel that he could no longer eat the melon he wanted, so he withdrew his gaze, lowered the fishing rod in his hand into the deep sea again, put on a straw raincoat that exuded the light of nature, and seemed to have fallen asleep, sinking into the dream he had woven.

Not only this giant, but all other legends and creations slowly withdrew their gazes, no longer waiting for the resurrection of this strange creation that had brought about its own death. Because the possibility of this legend's perfect resurrection was already very small and not worth looking forward to.

The figure of this Xuan Jun has completely disappeared from the river of time and fate. Those anchors that might have left their own legends have turned into nothingness. Now, except for a trace of this strange creation lingering in their memories, the entire chaos has lost its trace.

This is much more thorough than being wiped out by the Great Owl by forcibly going back in time. In such a situation, all the powerful people can't think of a way to resurrect.

However, in the [real world], there are still nine creators who are secretly watching this newly born land of creation, and are constantly looking for the figure of Xuanjun in their own ways.

As the "Xuanhuang Tianzun" who may appear in the future, these nine great masters do not believe that this Xuanjun will really die.

In their view, this situation where even time and destiny have lost their presence may be a certain condition for breaking through the bottleneck of creation's perfection in the future.

In fact, this is exactly the case.

At this moment, Xiong Mo took advantage of the short moment of "harmony" [real world], and borrowed the power of this world with a high status to jump out of the long river of time. He also mobilized the power of [Nanshan] that had just entered the creation in his own consciousness, condensed into an extremely "fragile" boat, and traveled through time and fate.

Xiong Mo looked at the three majestic figures that were outside of time and fate, as if they had completely ignored him, and began to go back upstream against the long river of time that was constantly flowing.

"The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth at this time node is extremely stable. It suppresses me and makes it difficult for me to condense the illusory Great Dao with my current level of cultivation."

"But at the end of the era, when the underlying rules and logic of the 'world' are becoming unstable, we can always take shortcuts, right?"

(End of this chapter)