A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 633 A "History" Seemingly Maintained

The supreme deity retreated dozens of steps, his gaze extremely solemn as he looked at the strange world not far away, and at the wisp of supreme consciousness within that world.

"What exactly is the source of this strange and ominous force?"

He had never seen anything so unusual, nor had he ever witnessed such a bizarre power. This supreme being was silently giving birth to a second divine soul within its consciousness, attempting to replace itself. All the ominousness was too terrifying, too shocking, too horrifying.

Even if practitioners of "talismanic arts" consciously cultivate their "self" and "existence" and actively solidify their concept of "I" so that the various emperors are not "replaced" silently, if they are not careful or their souls are damaged too much, even supreme beings can be killed by this ominous soul and turn into a dream in the chaotic ocean.

"The risks are too great. We cannot continue to slowly explore the source of this strange and ominous phenomenon. We must destroy this bubble world immediately."

With a flick of the fingers, the manifested divine talisman instantly unleashed a vast power of faith. As the index finger was raised above the head and descended towards the strange world before it, a deep blue river surged forth from nothingness, carrying the intent of purification. With immense force, it tore apart all matter and energy along its path, bringing about the ultimate destruction.

The silent, chaotic ocean began to sway slightly. Countless overlapping and intertwined voids and conflicting cosmic lights were shaken by this terrifying power, making the changes in this area even more chaotic, completely losing all rules and logic.

As expected, this strange world vanished from the sight of the Central Yellow Emperor's subordinate deity in an instant. However, the eerie and ominous presence that had been hidden within this strange world was also awakened in the chaotic "ocean," revealing its true form.

This is a huge, murky, ominous, eerie, and writhing mass of blood.

For some inexplicable reason, a sense of unease arose deep within the deity's soul. The spirituality that belonged to him throughout his body underwent a distortion, almost developing its own independent consciousness. Only by having the spiritual power that had been cultivated within the divine talisman suppress the "Tao" and "Dharma" within his divine body could the effects be minimized.

However, he only glanced at the writhing mass of blood and was about to continue his killing magic, summoning the deep blue river to destroy it completely, when the ominous thing changed again, and many extremely evil limbs suddenly appeared within it.

White eyes with sticky tentacles bloom amidst flowers of flesh and blood, their pupils filled with savagery. Mouths with all sorts of ferocious teeth slowly open, greedily devouring the "seawater" around their mouths. Deformed hands pinch pale brains, and drops of silvery spinal fluid drip down.

A strange, mutated force gradually spread, slowly penetrating this chaotic ocean of randomness, twisting a small area into an indescribable hell of flesh and blood. With a touch of delirium and confusion, these limbs, after a moment of disorientation, finally "realized" that there was a supreme deity nearby, extending "branches" towards him with a thirsty longing.

"cut!"

An endless expanse of dark blue sword light rose with a cold shout. The supreme power, formed from the faith of all spirits, tore apart the growing flesh and limbs in an instant, destroying one twisted, indescribable piece after another. The terrifying power even stirred up a "miniature wave" that spread from this place to the unknown.

Painful howls rang out, carrying fragments of spiritual energy so distorted that even the supreme deities would lose their composure. These echoed across this chaotic ocean that should have been silent, howling through the past and future, stretching across the boundless horizon.

This deity coughed up blood. The terrifying and vast twisted spiritual energy targeted the faith closely related to him, collapsing his "Tao" and "Law," causing the supreme law flowing within his divine body to crumble piece by piece. Even the still intact divine laws were tainted with ominous blood filled with evil intent.

All he could see was a magnificent, illusory starry sky, with billions of overlapping layers of spacetime constantly collapsing. A terrible corruption was gradually tainting his soul, corrupting his consciousness, and distorting his thoughts. The ominous aura was no longer as "gentle" as before, nurturing an ominous divine soul, but instead attempting to directly tamper with the "true self" that was surrounded by immortal faith and protected by divine talismans.

"What on earth is this?"

"Just by fighting it, one must first contend with that ominous aura, which inexplicably limits one's own combat power. The longer the fight lasts, the more power one needs to use to resist this inexplicable ominousness, and one's own combat power will gradually weaken until one is completely defeated."

"To annihilate this ominous force, we must unleash the most intense and supreme offensive divine art from the outset, aiming to completely obliterate it in the shortest possible time. However, to obliterate it as quickly as possible, it is nearly impossible without supreme combat power at the level of a great god."

After analyzing some of the characteristics of this filthy blood, the supreme deity's eyes revealed decisiveness. He immediately activated his divine talisman, revealing his last trump card.

He whispered, "Please, Central Yellow Emperor, descend the divine!"

As soon as the words fell, the undulating area suddenly calmed down. A vast and boundless central earth element concept emerged from the chaotic ocean, crushing all the strangeness and ominousness into illusion. The originally chaotic void and cosmic light also solidified, almost collapsing into a black and white ink painting under this power.

The probability that constantly hovers between existence and non-existence, along with the supreme deity who possesses this power, and the chaotic consciousness born from the eerie and ominous nature of all living beings' spirituality, are also "frozen" here, unable to move an inch.

The supreme deity felt a slight tremor in his heart. He vaguely sensed the source of his power and cast a glance in this direction, filled with confusion and surprise.

Suddenly, his memories were stirred, and the scenes he had seen and heard gradually played back frame by frame.

From gaining a slight boost in cultivation from encountering the "Chaotic Tide," to discovering several celestial bubble lands that did not perish with the "tide," to noticing the anomalies in these lands, and then sending a wisp of consciousness to investigate these strange worlds.

From discovering that ominous drop of blood to deciding to destroy this bubble world. From unleashing divine magic to commit destruction, to fighting with all one's might, figuring out some of the characteristics of the ominous blood mass, and summoning the power of eternity.

His every move, every decision, every detail of his thoughts was reflected with exceptional clarity. Even the strange and ominous traces buried in his memory and hiding in his consciousness, still lingering in the depths of his heart and on the edge of his true spirit, were all peeled away one by one.

Finally, it reappeared within the Emperor's Eye, a gaze so vast that even supreme deities could hardly discern its presence.
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Central God Realm, Xuanpu Mountain.

The Yellow Emperor stared at the strange and ominous substance and fell silent.

This familiar yet eerie feeling, without needing to observe further, confirms it's definitely dark matter.

The only thing that surprised Him was that this ominous thing had appeared out of nowhere.
The Yellow Emperor pondered silently, “The first is to rule out the influence of the Dark Immortal Emperor from the Four Extremes Floating Land. When we fought him, we constructed an ‘illusory’ history, almost fighting in the ‘shadow’ of the probability era. It’s impossible for it to affect any bubble world, or have any impact on the plateau of this era.” “Next, it can’t be cause and effect, nor can it be fate, nor can it be anything related to it. In this era where the underlying rules and logic are still chaotic, these concepts are not yet stable and cannot function properly.”

"The only thing that is currently manifested in countless 'bubble worlds' and whose inherent rules and logic can still operate in a self-consistent manner is the 'Central Earth Element' that I symbolize."

"Besides that, that's the source of the change that triggered the 'Chaotic Tide.' It's very likely a sacrificial deity, or even the plateau itself."

"If it's a sacrificial ceremony, does it mean the ancestor has been born? Or is the plateau gradually making arrangements that are most beneficial to itself according to a predetermined plan?"

But regardless, He will intervene more.

In this probability era where cause and effect are almost nonexistent, fate is irrelevant, and rules and logic are so chaotic that they can be twisted into a flower, as long as one does something exaggerated enough to affect the structural stability of the "Covering the Sky World" and the continuation of history in the "future" years, there are no corresponding constraints at all.

After all, this era called "probability" exists between "existence" and "non-existence," a historical juncture that can be exceptionally long or exceptionally short. Its impact on the forefront of the long river of time is not negligible, but it is insignificant. He believes that the skeletal remains of his fellow Daoist from the "future" will certainly withstand the backlash from time since ancient times.

The Yellow Emperor focused his mind slightly and reached his hand directly into the memory of his god. Through the subtle connection, he explored the "past" that had happened and retrieved the "chaotic tide" that the god had experienced.

"crash"

The sound of the tide splashed everywhere, and the "chaotic seawater" composed entirely of chaotic underlying rules and logic was lifted up, creating a "void" where only the "central earth element" remained.

The almost inexhaustible divine power of faith descended, and one after another, the underlying rules and logic were rebuilt, transforming into a real starry sky, which was then filled into the "void" and carried on the "mysterious yellow energy" that evolved from the "central earth element".

However, until this moment, no dark matter appeared, as if the strange and ominous things He had seen before were just illusions.

The Yellow Emperor frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "I have overwritten all the time fragments and cleared away the current chaos, but I still haven't found the cause of its appearance?"

He fell silent again.

The Immortal Emperor's Dao Fruit has now been stabilized again in the Probability Era. Although the "Ordination Method" has not yet been fully perfected, it does not prevent Him from unleashing the "fierce tiger" level of power at the end of the road.

Under such circumstances, even if it is a sacrificial method far exceeding that of an ordinary Immortal Emperor, even if He cannot see it clearly, He can at least see some subtle traces.

The current situation.
"Nothing amiss was found, nor were there any signs of anything strange or ominous; it was as if only my divine memory was malfunctioning."

If it doesn't exist in the 'past,' then what about the 'future'?

The Yellow Emperor's gaze toward the present moment, which belonged to his own deity, became increasingly profound. He even began to follow the slight traces of the present, using the power of the "Law of Time" and the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Fruit to perform reasonable timeline calculations. In an instant, he divided out a corner of the future that was infinitely different, almost seeing through the boundless years, as if he were watching history itself engrave its own epic.

"Tsk, it doesn't exist in the 'future' either. We can basically rule out sacrificial methods; this is a serious matter."

This is illogical, yet the outcome has already collapsed into reality; it can only be the will of the plateau.

The Yellow Emperor's gaze deepened, and he murmured to himself, "I just don't know if the will of the plateau has already noticed the impact of the [Gray Mist Space] and 'me' on the 'Covering the Sky World,' or if the methods employed in this probability era are for maintaining the 'historical process.'"

"Those who can unleash the full power of the Sacrifice Path to a limited extent are those who have reached the half-step Sacrifice Path."

The Yellow Emperor slightly closed his eyes, withdrew his hand from that fragment of "past" memory, and casually flicked out a mysterious light with his finger, merging it into his own divine soul.

The Xuanpu Divine Mountain in the Central Divine Realm was serene, as if nothing had ever happened, and life was peaceful and idyllic.
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In the chaotic "ocean," everything is "frozen," leaving only the realm of thought.

This supreme deity, who was a subordinate god of the Central Yellow Emperor, suddenly changed his expression. He abruptly realized that his memories of the "past" had an extra small segment, as if the same history had taken two different paths without his knowledge.

At this moment, a star system covered with the power of the "Central Earth Element" appears before me, each star exactly the same as the extra "extra past" memories. But similarly, this star system does not exist, nor does the memory of battling a strange and ominous entity and finally requesting the Yellow Emperor's divine intervention. The distorted spiritual consciousness "frozen" before me is the best evidence of this.

In an instant, two equally real "past" events, both with supporting evidence, began to clash in his mind, giving him a terrifying illusion that everything in the world was like a dream or a bubble.

A wisp of bright yellow divine power emerged, flickering before the supreme divine soul, and began to slowly permeate the two conflicting "memories." From the perspective of the "Central Yellow Emperor," it explained some of the origins of the events to this subordinate god, stabilizing his divine heart and re-anchoring his own concept of "existence" and meaning.

After a long while, an extremely complex expression appeared on the face of this deity.

He sighed softly, "Alas, arbitrarily altering the past is like dressing up a little girl at will. It's best not to borrow the power of His Majesty the Yellow Emperor if possible. Using it even once risks the collapse of one's divine heart; it's far too dangerous."

(End of this chapter)