A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 729 The "Demon" Who Holds the Power of Fortune and Misfortune

Zhou Mingrui looked somewhat dazed. "What just happened was a dream."

He reached out and took the heavy "brick" on the long table, which was inscribed with the words "fortune" and "misfortune," and instantly felt a very special charm.

The two words on the cover of the "brick" alone convey a complex mix of wildness, bloodshed, courage, expectation, longing, and profound relief, much like the nature of humanity.

Zhou Mingrui lowered his eyelids and muttered to himself, "This is the source of power for all the witches of the human race, and also the divine arts and techniques created by the human race over several eras. At the same time, it is also the source of all the divine arts and techniques created by one man-eating ferocious beast, evil beast, and vicious beast after another."

"This contains all the knowledge and authority over fortune and misfortune—no, it's not just these two things, there's also a land deed?"

The light in Zhou Mingrui's eyes was slightly subtle. "Shaoxian Mountain, a pure land at the level of perfect creation, or rather, a place of practice?"

As His understanding deepened and His knowledge expanded, the power of fortune and misfortune, which had been thoroughly sorted out and perfectly crafted for Himself, began to be absorbed by Him and facilitated the assimilation of the "Lord of Mysteries".

It felt as if millions of years had passed, yet also as if it had only been a fleeting moment, when a feeling of perfect completeness quietly appeared in Zhou Mingrui's consciousness.

He silently raised his head and gazed at the infinite heights, where a true spirit exuding an ancient aura floated silently, in harmony with his own consciousness, approaching the aura of the "First Creator," and in sync with the status, authority, and power of the "Lord of Mysteries."

Zhou Mingrui closed his eyes. "So that's how it is. I was a fish belonging to Xuanhuang Tianzun. When I completely became the 'Lord of Mysteries,' I was already assimilated into Xuanhuang Tianzun's projection of himself."

"However, my projection of another self is extremely special. It is born with 'self-awareness' and, under the special indulgence of the Xuanhuang Heavenly Venerable, it has not been enlightened and has returned to its 'original form'."

"No wonder I was able to withstand the initial impact, and even gradually get rid of that most fundamental madness as long as I spent enough time adjusting. It's completely different from the state of the goddess of the night, who need to constantly resist madness."

Their powers share the same origin and their essence is similar. They are all "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun," and they are all parts of the personality of the "original creator" who shaped the entire universe. Their resistance to so-called madness is innate.

After all, we are one, so what difference is there?

Moreover, madness itself is a special kind of power. When one does not need to use it, putting it down is as simple as dropping a spirit worm into the Source Castle.

Zhou Mingrui opened his eyes, their light incredibly soft. "However, although both Xuanhuang Tianzun and I are 'Lords of Mysteries,' there are still differences."

“What I seek is completely different from what He seeks. What I can give up, He cannot give up, and what He can abandon, I can never let go of.”

At that moment, Zhou Mingrui saw a part of himself that belonged uniquely to the ancient spirit that emanated from it.

Subconsciously, He bent His sword finger and, with a strange emotion rising in His heart, drew it toward the sublime true spirit, cutting down along inexplicable lines of cause and effect, along strange trajectories of destiny.

In an instant, a sword light that ignored everything else and went straight to one's true self, one's spirituality, and one's Dao heart flashed in the infinite heights, like a shooting star scattering starlight, piercing through the past, extending into the future, and illuminating the boundless chaos.

The ancient spirit split off a tiny fragment, filled with Zhou Mingrui's aura. Strands of true meaning of fortune and misfortune continuously emerged from the "brick" inscribed with "fortune and misfortune," surging into the fragment, repairing it perfectly and imbuing it with a unique sense of rebirth, like a patching up of the sky by the scattered creation.

Zhou Mingrui's consciousness was somewhat hazy, yet his heart seemed to be filled with profound enlightenment.

That was a Daoist text called "Slaying the Dao to See Myself," which directly pointed to one's true nature and self. That was a peerless divine skill called "The Mysterious Yellow Dao Scripture," which led directly to the pure other shore. That was a resolute act of seeking life in a desperate situation when there was no way back, and cutting off the chance of life with a single sword strike from the impossible.

Similarly, this is also a great supernatural power to break free from the sea of ​​suffering and take control of its creation; it is a carefree state of mind to break free from the time and fate of all the heavens and myriad worlds; it is an original heart that remains unchanged despite the rise and fall of countless eras.

Zhou Mingrui raised his head and murmured softly, "Is this what you wanted me to understand?"

As He browsed through these profound insights, He suddenly felt that the Celestial Venerable Xuanhuang, who had delivered the "brick" and invitation through a dream to tell Him that He needed to make a corresponding choice, was not entirely devoid of humanity.
Zhou Mingrui's thoughts raced as he flipped open the "brick" in his hand, comparing it with the "Xuanhuang Dao Scripture" in his mind. "It seems that my current state has reached the legendary perfection and meets the requirements for advancing to the Creation Realm?"

From the ancient true spirit of Xuanhuang Tianzun, a part of Him that belongs to Him alone was split off. The insights and principles contained within it allowed Him to directly become a naturally born legendary perfection after possessing His own true spirit. However, the projection of Himself needs time to develop, and there are none of them at the moment.

However, the first condition required for advancement to the Creation Realm is "to feel the erosion of the river of time." As the "Lord of Mysteries," He can freely pull out several projections from the past. According to the book, He already possesses the characteristics of the Other Shore in terms of "retracing the past," thus perfectly fulfilling this requirement.

The second condition is "truly experiencing the existence of the Sea of ​​Bitterness." The insights gained from separating from the true spirit of the Xuanhuang Heavenly Venerable have already provided a corresponding understanding of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, and there is also cultivation experience involving various great supernatural powers of creation related to the power of the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

The third condition, "to condense and sublimate one's own cultivation and learning," means that when one's true spirit is repaired to completeness, the power of fortune and misfortune surges and automatically conforms to oneself, almost as if one's companions have given birth to half of the illusory Great Dao.

A flicker of eagerness appeared in Zhou Mingrui's eyes. "Although I've only been a legend for a short time, and the corresponding legends in the various fragments of cosmic light are still in the development stage, without any projection of myself, I can be considered the weakest legend."

"But I have already perfectly met all the conditions for advancing to the Creation Realm. It seems like a waste not to give it a try?"

After a moment of contemplation, Zhou Mingrui manifested his mythical form, condensing a cloud of auspiciousness woven from spirit insects, star insects, and time insects. It swayed with a profound sense of destiny, exuding a rich and profound meaning of fortune and misfortune, as well as a faint sense of the boundless chaos.

Mysterious and unpredictable, auspicious and inauspicious clouds!

Zhou Mingrui tossed the "brick" inscribed with "fortune and misfortune" into his hand, which was immediately carried by this chaotic, whimsical, and unpredictable auspicious cloud and slowly rose into the air.

In an instant, the true spirit surged from the infinite heights, and a special insight quietly emerged from the depths of the heart, evolving into a unique mark that was difficult to describe, elusive, and even more difficult to define its existence.

But under this special mark, the spirit insect, star insect, and time insect that make up "Zhou Mingrui" all emit brilliant light and spew out wisps of genuine chaotic energy, which swirl together to form a primordial chicken egg.

Under inexplicable influences, time began to flow intermittently, with noticeable pauses, obvious overlaps, and terrible fallacies.

"crash"

Silently, the primordial chicken sprouted countless gray tentacles, translucent three-dimensional runes moving among them. These runes would intertwine, separate, and clump together in rhythm, resembling a naturally foolish, instinct-driven deity. Yet, under the influence of this indescribable deity, a corner of the highest point in the structure of all realms was imitated by those gray tentacles, overlapping to form heaven and earth, evolving into all things in the universe, and giving birth to sentient beings.

Terrifying phenomena such as the formation of towns by secret partners, supernova explosions, historical projections, the manipulation of time, the manipulation of history, the control of destiny, the anchoring of the future, the distortion of thought, and the alteration of the laws of cosmic physics all materialized and merged into this sacred being, becoming a part of Him.

At that moment, a faint, yet profound Daoist intent, imbued with the spirit of "all things returning to one, the primordial and boundless," was manipulated by this indescribable, foolish, and holy being, and transformed into its core.

Upon closer inspection, He seems to possess an absurdity of being both present and simultaneously existing in the past and future, draped in an incomparably bizarre yet subtle truth that transcends time and fate.

In a hazy state, Zhou Mingrui felt as if he had become the "original creator," taking over His identity and "enlightening" Him into his own projection.

Zhou Mingrui paused for a moment, then focused his mind and looked at "himself".

He murmured to himself, "This is not a feeling, it is real. I truly possess a projection of myself called 'The Primordial Creator'."

"This feeling that the entire universe and starry sky are under one's control, as if they are part of oneself, as if one created them, is truly wondrous."

Suddenly, Zhou Mingrui paused again, "Wait... the Creation Universe?"

"Why do I have this strange feeling that I'm developing into the Primordial Celestial Venerable?"

"Hmm, not the normal version, but a bizarre version of the Primordial Celestial Venerable."

Zhou Mingrui shook his head, casting aside this seemingly illusory perception, and expanded his senses as much as possible to comprehend the Sea of ​​Bitterness. Then, he transformed himself into an indescribable auspicious cloud, dragging his own spiritual light, and swam towards the surface of the Sea of ​​Bitterness with his tentacles.

"crash"

The sound of the churning waves of the Bitter Sea splashed up, which was somewhat eerie, but the principles of fortune and misfortune for all beings had been completely condensed, carrying Zhou Mingrui as he floated and drifted on this Bitter Sea.
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[Real World], Shaoxian Mountain.

A wisp of chaotic gray light rose up, covering this blessed land of immortals, and wisps of extremely pure chaotic energy fell down, making this already extremely romantic and magical place even more ethereal and otherworldly.

The goddess on the Moon Goddess's Glory, who was watching this place, frowned slightly. "In such a short time, the path of fortune and misfortune, and the corresponding authority, have found their destined one?"

"This is far too fast. It's only been a year since the fall of the human witch and the demise of that Chaos Being."

On the Milky Way, the Taoist priest with his hair tied up with a wooden fork also had a strange expression.

He reached out and tried to calculate the cause, but countless causes and destinies all pointed to a gray chaos. Only the strange portal that occasionally revealed a corner could serve as the final image.

"Could it be that some powerful being with extraordinary abilities, even more skilled in divination than I am, has intervened and orchestrated this?"

"This is a major karmic connection involving the Fire Emperor, the Gold Emperor, the Kitchen God, and a group of people who have achieved perfect creation. Which pseudo-Other Shore is trying to make a move and influence the future?"

"A powerful cultivator with extraordinary abilities related to the authority of the sect... Could it be that another fellow Daoist has revealed a new identity?"

One after another, powerful beings of creation turned their gaze to this place. Even some of the powerful beings who had begun to settle scores, engage in Dao disputes, and fight each other sent a wisp of their divine sense to watch over Shaoxian Mountain at this moment.

A wisp of gray mist drifted out, and a wooden door woven from the power of time and void quietly opened, emitting a somewhat grating creak.

"Ok?"

"What is this?"

"A demon that crawled out of the Nine Netherworld?!"

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One by one, the great beings of creation watched as the tentacles stretched out from the portal, staring at the indescribable thing that flickered and caused all living beings to be inexplicably distorted, and their expressions changed slightly.

This physical form was extremely bizarre; it was entirely composed of three different types of insects condensed into a single mass, forming a creature covered in tentacles and muttering eerie murmurs.

It should be understood that even among those with great supernatural powers, the most shameless and perfected Creation Realm cultivator, who holds a Bodhi seed, would not be able to create a Dharma body that can be called a "Special Being" even within the Creation Realm.

Aside from the indiscriminate, nearly insane, and irrational demons of the Nine Netherworld, the many powerful beings of creation who were watching Shaoxian Mountain couldn't imagine any normal powerful being of creation in the Realm, among the infinite fragments of time, or in the Nine Heavens Realm, who would look so indescribable.

A powerful being wearing a tall white hat, with a strange expression, muttered to himself, "So, this is because a certain Netherworld Demon picked up the complete authority of the Dao of Fortune and Misfortune, and then, by chance, advanced to become a powerful being of great creation?"

The powerful being wearing a black top hat shook his head and sighed, "If that's really the case, then the Fire Emperor will look grim when he returns, and the human race will be in big trouble."

"The vast majority of shamans among the human race rely on the resonance of the way of fortune and misfortune to borrow power, construct their own inner world, and eventually prove the legend step by step, and then prove the creation of the world."

“Now that this path of fortune and misfortune has gone wrong, I’m afraid that the Dharma body and all subsequent cultivation will be interrupted.”

The powerful being wearing a white top hat made some calculations and said, "However, if this demon who controls the way of fortune and misfortune allows humans to borrow his magic, then it won't have much of an impact?"

"Well, it means their temperament will most likely be influenced by some unpredictable factors, becoming more like the true nature of this evil spirit."

(End of this chapter)