A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 652 One silkworm, two silkworms, three silkworms
Watching the Blood Phoenix emerge from the ashes and gradually soar into the sky, the milky-white silkworm had a series of thoughts flashing through its mind.

Although there were many places, many strange features, and many ambiguous aspects that he couldn't see clearly due to information gaps and his cultivation level, he still had some vague guesses in his mind.

"The Cloud Cauldron Ancestor probably wants to take advantage of the Blood Phoenix Holy Spirit Clan's fortune and the ability to undergo Nirvana after absorbing the True Phoenix Immortal Blood, so as to continue to improve the cultivation system he has developed. As the Emperor Light Immortal King, his thoughts are relatively easy to guess."

"Is the Boundless Heavenly Venerable likely trying to expand upon the 'Secret of Military Strategy'? Or perhaps he wants to test the adaptability of this Immortal King Technique after its special modification? Or maybe he's researching the Sixth Secret Realm?"

"Other Celestial Venerables who might have been involved are probably like the Boundless Celestial Venerable. It's just unknown how many powerful immortals were involved, and how many more were added to the mix."

My cultivation and spiritual attainment are still too low. Even though the Spirit Realm has recorded most of the information from all the heavens and myriad realms since its appearance, it is still difficult to retrieve what I want from the vast ocean of spirituality.

Just a few breaths after the milky-white silkworm's thoughts flashed by, a terrifying and strange change occurred again.

A faint, bloody stench lingered among the clouds, and dark red clouds shaped like phoenixes formed a terrifying spectacle reminiscent of the impending apocalypse. The sacred mountain, once brimming with the wonders of nature, was now covered in a horrifying crimson, and countless "Dao" and "Dharma" were distorted and overturned as a result.

Destruction, slaughter, despair, war, conquest, killing, annihilation, and even the end—all the laws of heaven and earth that tend toward the dark side of the world manifest and intertwine here.

Ultimately, it converged into a slightly damaged immortal characteristic at the level of a true immortal, which was added to the Blood-Crying Flying Phoenix flying through the air, merging into its blood and flesh, and engraved within its primordial spirit and true soul, forming terrifying chains of divine rules. While forming a certain kind of constraint, it also amplified a certain quality that it could not comprehend to the extreme.

"This is the refining method for enhancing the internal divine power of the Supreme Imperial Weapon. It involves many aspects such as the method of refining immortal artifacts, the art of creating life, the method of inscribing chaotic runes, and the art of purifying faith and willpower. Many more things can only be vaguely perceived, and it is completely impossible to distinguish which fields are involved."

The milky-white silkworm, which was secretly observing the Blood Phoenix from the depths of time and space, had its pupils contract again and its expression changed slightly.

There were simply too many things he couldn't see clearly; they were aspects he had never even encountered before. Even if he attained the highest level of the Supreme Emperor realm, understanding the One Path and comprehending all laws, those unknown aspects were almost all related to the Immortal Path. However, with his current cultivation level, which was roughly stable at the early stage of True Immortal and at the level of a First-Generation Emperor, it was far too difficult.

The milky-white silkworm rubbed its round face with its chubby chest legs, its expression somewhat broken. "My great cosmic will! So many things related to the immortal path, and I can barely see any of them clearly. Could it be that a Venerable Immortal King is trying to implicate Blood Phoenix?!"

"No wonder most of the immortal beings and those who have lived four or more lifetimes in the mortal world, who have never held corresponding responsibilities within the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, have been 'invited' to leave the universe. If it weren't for various direct or indirect means that have 'isolated' most of the immortal beings, the universe would probably have become their backyard long ago."

"The ancient texts' accounts of the Chaotic Ancient Era and the Immortal Ancient Era, even those powerful immortals who attained the Immortal King Dao Fruit, didn't seem to portray it as this terrifying, did they?"

The milky-white silkworm observed very carefully. When the Blood Phoenix was gestating deep within the earth and absorbed the portion of True Phoenix Immortal Blood he had sent out, it began to subtly deviate from the normal "cultivation trajectory".

During its gestation, for some unknown reason, the True Phoenix neglected most of its creative power, choosing instead to cultivate a Dao of destruction. Upon its birth and contact with the [Spirit Realm], it suddenly displayed a mysterious overconfidence. Obtaining information from an unknown source, it arrogantly attempted to seize the life-extending resources of the Primordial Ancient Mine, the lair of numerous quasi-Immortal Kings.

Having obtained the manuscript from the Yun Ding Ancestor of the "Weapon Immortal" lineage, he cultivated according to its contents without the slightest hesitation or doubt. Moreover, he may have learned all sorts of miscellaneous immortal techniques within the [Spirit Realm], showing almost no regard for the path of immortality he would take in the mortal world, and lacking any clear plan whatsoever.

If Blood Phoenix hadn't been influenced by some unspeakable factors, he would have swallowed the Fusang branch in his hand whole, letting the true fire of the sun slowly burn within his body, evaporating his flesh and soul.

Suddenly, the milky-white silkworm gasped sharply, its eyes widening, and then it flew swiftly away from the Blood-Crying True Phoenix soaring high in the sky.

The next instant, a special glint of enlightenment flashed in Blood Phoenix's eyes. The phoenix feathers he was flapping gradually took on an extremely terrifying destructive power, stirring up a terrifying storm of destruction within a radius of one mile, enveloping him, and causing strands of destructive intent to ruthlessly cut away his long lifespan that had just been reborn not long ago.

Just a quarter of an hour later, its lifespan of nearly 50,000 years vanished into nothingness. Its once vibrant flesh and blood body was now covered with terrifyingly aged wrinkles, and its entire body exuded a decaying aura that seemed to infect others.

At an incredibly rapid pace, the soaring, decaying flesh began to truly rot. However, a terrifying vitality emerged from this mass of blood-soaked flesh, rising step by step, and "formed" a large lump of flesh with a faint fragrance of lotus blossoms.

With a tearing sound, a figure draped in a metallic, fleshy royal robe slowly emerged, standing in the void, his eyes sharp as swords, resembling a humanoid royal weapon.

The Blood Phoenix has lived a second life with the cultivation of an ultimate emperor, in an extremely bizarre, sensational, and indescribable way.

However, the look of enlightenment in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest; on the contrary, it seemed to grow increasingly intense and frantic with a sense of horror.

The milky-white silkworm, which was running wildly through the starry sky, desperately trying to get away from this life-bearing star field, suddenly felt a chill that made him almost want to scream.

Subconsciously, the milky-white silkworm turned its head and glanced at the Blood Phoenix, who was still in the ancient star of life.

"boom!"

At that moment, his inspiration exploded!
The consciousness belonging to the "superego" is like a frog poking its head out of a well. With the help of the mysteries of the [spirit world], it glimpses a corner of the scenery that does not belong to the realm of true immortals, and vaguely sees hundreds or even thousands of indescribable and terrifying things!
Countless straw-like threads descended from this completely unknown place, connecting with the Blood Phoenix, which shimmered with enlightenment, and wriggled between its brows and on its crown.

He could clearly see strange colors surging from these indescribable, terrifying objects, flowing into the Blood Phoenix's body through these straw-like threads. These eerie threads manipulated the incredibly subtle cause and effect and destiny within the Blood Phoenix, as if controlling a puppet, making all its actions and movements conform to some expectation and fit some unique direction.

"squeak!"

The milky-white silkworm could no longer contain its terror, and the Imperial Spirit on the platform let out a scream of extreme fear.

In an instant, the Imperial Law and Immortal Law he cultivated both exploded simultaneously. Countless laws were running wildly in his inner universe, causing his speed to surge again and again, infinitely approaching the level of a supreme true immortal. Moreover, under such explosive state, his hidden state became even more profound. Ordinary supreme true immortals might overlook him if they were not careful.

Even such an extreme epiphany from the "superego" could not calm the explosive inspiration. Instead, it further sublimated the already extremely explosive spirituality, constantly echoing the fleeting glimpse from before.

A series of celestial king insights, which did not belong to him and were in a rather chaotic state, swayed almost frantically in his sea of ​​consciousness, his mind, and even his true spirit, impacting his "true self" mode of existence.

Gradually, the milky-white silkworm understood.

The swirling, indescribable colors were the Celestial Kings' insights into "Tao" and "Law." Imbuing the Blood Phoenix with these Celestial King-level insights was a form of "equal" exchange, a way of manipulating its cause and effect and destiny. Yes, it was an "equal" exchange.

Compared to human beings, the insights gained by beings in the royal realm are invaluable.

In terms of value, exchanging the karma and destiny of a human being for such profound insights is definitely a huge gain.

As for whether Blood Phoenix himself, in his normal state, would be willing to make such an "equal" exchange, the many Immortal Kings completely disregarded his thoughts and were essentially in a state of indifference.

Inside the Sendai, the Emperor's Primordial Spirit, resembling a silkworm, was filled with chaotic Daoist energy. The different cultivation philosophies of the Immortal Kings constantly created terrifying conflicts, but under the balance of a strong instinct for survival, these conflicts were restrained within a certain range, allowing his consciousness to maintain a degree of clarity.

The milky-white silkworm raised its plump breast legs, swaying and gesturing one circle after another, as if dividing the convergence and contradiction of the universe, and imitating the yin and yang principles of all things in heaven and earth.

Suddenly, he began to gather from one circle after another brilliant threads that radiated the light of cause and effect, like a silkworm preparing to define the laws of heaven and earth, balance the subtleties of the heavens, and stabilize the laws of all realms.

In a daze, these threads suddenly turned pure white, carrying unpredictable mysteries of fate, and he was like a spiritual insect lying on the web of fate, diligently combing through the destinies of all things.

"Alas!"

"I got it!"

"These are the laws of cause and effect and the laws of destiny in the Immortal Path!"

"I now possess the three immortal laws of Nirvana, Cause and Effect, and Destiny, and I have advanced them all to the level of near-mid-True Immortal. In this era, there is probably no emperor with higher cultivation than me!"

Inside the Sendai, the Imperial Spirit, resembling a silkworm, laughed loudly with delight.

But in an instant, his brows suddenly contorted in a grimace, his face contorted in pain, and a few tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"But I think I'm going crazy too."

"Alas, how tragic. I cannot be the first Supreme Emperor to fall into madness after comprehending the Dao."

"No way. I haven't even lived half of my first life. I feel like I could at least live to the fourth life and then go crazy like this. It's such a huge loss."

The conflict between the Immortal King's ideals within his sea of ​​consciousness, his mind, and his true spirit had reached a near limit, and he would soon be unable to restrain them.

Even though his cultivation has almost reached the mid-stage of True Immortal, making him unparalleled among the supreme rulers of all realms, he is still far, far away from the level of Immortal King. He can hardly see the backs of beings in the King realm and cannot avoid the influence of the "Dao" and "Li" of the Kings on himself.

If it were only the insights of a single Immortal King, the situation might not be too bad. But when one lives another life, or even two more, and reaches a higher realm with stronger cultivation, these somewhat chaotic and incomplete Immortal King insights can definitely be digested and transformed into the foundation for reaching the Quasi-Immortal King realm.

However, some things are best left unsaid.

Hundreds, even thousands, of chaotic and incomplete insights at the Immortal King level resonated together.

Each of the philosophies of spiritual practice seems to make perfect sense and aligns perfectly with one's own path forward, yet they are contradictory and almost incompatible with each other.

This conflict, stemming from the path of spiritual practice, directly makes it difficult for the "true self" to remain intact, leading to signs of self-splitting and giving rise to one fragmented consciousness after another.

"I feel like I'm going to split open."

The milky-white silkworm's consciousness gradually began to conflict, and its control over its body even became somewhat unnatural. This terrifying change caused its already white face to instantly turn a deathly pale, devoid of any color.

He used every method of self-rescue and every way to obtain help, even offering up all the profound merit within his body as a sacrifice to the will of the universe, requesting a temporary blessing from heaven and earth.

Several hours later, it seemed that one of the methods used on the milky-white silkworms had actually worked.

On the eve of his "id" almost completely losing control, he remained hidden and vaguely arrived in front of a huge ancient life star, feeling that he had regained a trace of "life force", a "chance" that had a chance to prevent his "id" consciousness from being completely severed.

"Primordial Era. Ancient Star"

The tiny, milky-white silkworm murmured its name in this world as if in a dream.

"Sizzle. Sizzle"

He sprayed out strands of silk, each shimmering with multiple colors yet resembling pure white silkworm silk. Using his three pairs of chest and legs, he enveloped himself and the ever-present hibiscus branches and leaves, transforming them into a faintly glowing shooting star that silently plummeted to the earth.

Time, once again, slipped away, drop by drop.

Within a silkworm cocoon buried beside a sacred mountain on an ancient primordial star, the imperial spirit of a milky-white silkworm trembled slowly.

A moment later, a translucent little silkworm, its body covered with bizarre three-dimensional runes, separated from the little silkworm's primordial spirit. It exuded the essence of cause and effect and the Dao of cause and effect, carrying a chaotic and incomplete understanding of "Dao" and "Dharma" at the level of a Celestial King.

Then came the second silkworm, and then the third silkworm.
(End of this chapter)