A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 730 Zixiao Palace

"Is this the Real World?"

Zhou Mingrui stepped out of the wooden door in mythical form, looking at the incredibly clear principles of Shaoxian Mountain, and a subtle relaxation emanated from his spirituality.

It was as if He had stepped from a cramped room into the open outdoors, and He instantly felt a special comfort, an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

However, upon sensing nearly a thousand undisguised gazes directed at him, he couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly. Instinctively, he wielded his authority, manipulating time and history, and lifting a dark veil.

In an instant, all the gazes cast by those with great supernatural powers were blocked, obstructed, and shut out of Shaoxian Mountain.

"The power of time, and the power from the past history?"

"This demon has actually cultivated the transcendental characteristics of 'returning to the past'?!"

"how did you do that?!"

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As the powerful beings of creation looked at the distorted Shaoxian Mountain and the extremely mysterious and strange spatial environment it presented, a hint of astonishment appeared in their eyes.

Although there are many individuals among the Nine Netherworld Demons who are comparable to the most powerful legendary beings, or even those with great supernatural abilities, their rationality is naturally and terribly affected in that special, close-knit environment.

Under normal circumstances, such as not possessing the supreme treasure of the other shore, not being influenced by the will of the other shore, and not having joined the lineage of a great master of creation.

Only by personally experiencing the creation can the demons of the Nine Netherworlds gradually restrain certain impulses brought about by instinct and the influence of the Nine Netherworld's will, until the creation is perfected, and only then can they possess the rationality of a great creator of creation of the same level.

Similarly, growing up in such an extreme environment directly results in many of the Nine Netherworld Demons lacking the conditions to calmly comprehend the principles of law, lacking the ability to apply many profound principles of law, and lacking much experience in operating advanced techniques and divine methods.

This directly makes it difficult to create a unique divine power or method. Only after realizing the power of creation can the demons of the Nine Netherworlds slowly reverse this disadvantage over time.

This Nine Netherworld Demon, who had only been in the realm of creation for a day after acquiring the power of "fortune and misfortune," was able to immediately unleash such a sophisticated supernatural power, which was considered exquisite even in the realm of creation. This was too unusual and did not conform to the understanding of cultivation held by many great supernatural beings.

In just a few breaths, the attention paid to this demon by numerous powerful beings of creation increased several levels.

The Venerable Daoist, seated atop the Milky Way, gazed at the Shaoxian Mountain, its surface blurred by the passage of time, his expression hesitant. "Using the principles of fate and time inherent in 'fortune and misfortune,' we can directly alter the laws of heaven and earth in a portion of the [Real World]."

"This method of manipulating the laws of the Realm looks somewhat familiar, as if it bears a slight resemblance to a certain ultimate technique of the vanished Primordial Celestial Venerable?"

"More importantly, judging from how skillfully this demon manipulates the laws of heaven and earth, it probably often distorts the principles of the Great Dao in its daily life."

"Could it be that He has some projection of Himself, existing in the most ancient universe that is covered up by those pseudo-other shores?"

Following his intuition, the Taoist began to calculate the connection between the human race and this demon, and turned his gaze toward the Fire Emperor's kingdom, looking toward the human shamans.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted slightly.

The Taoist priest sitting on the Milky Way clearly saw a human shaman, who was only at the level of an outer vision, placing grains in the four directions of the room using an ancient ritual. Then, he walked counterclockwise, swaying his body in a square shape, holding a divination tortoise shell, and whispering an unfamiliar name.

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era."

"The Mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog"

"The King of Yellow and Black, who holds the key to good fortune"

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At the same moment he heard it, the Taoist priest began to analyze the essence that had been revealed.

"The three-part title, with its profound simplicity and antiquity, seems to be closer to the essence of the Primordial Celestial Venerable. This evil Creation Fellow Daoist probably really has a projection of himself in one of the most ancient universes, and has obtained the inheritance left behind by the Primordial Celestial Venerable from it."

"The three names all carry a sense of ritual from the past, not from the 'present,' and have a strong sense of mystery, involving time, destiny, error, portals, fate, history, marking, manipulation, spirituality, and even cause and effect?"

In addition, He also calculated that the most core symbol of the Fool is not the obvious concept of "foolishness," but the "beginning," the "beginning" when the universe was created, all things were born, and vitality first appeared.

"Gray Fog" is an unknown realm where numerous causes and effects converge, and this fellow Daoist is the ruler of this realm.

The "good fortune" in power, at this point in time, alludes to the illusory path of "fortune and misfortune," and the complete authority over this path.

As for calling oneself "King," that's not a problem. A fellow cultivator of the Creation Realm can "rule" within their own territory without interference from other cultivators. And a great cultivator with complete supernatural powers also has the right to "rule" within the Realm of Truth.

But then, the Taoist frowned slightly, sensing that there seemed to be something indescribable hidden within this name. However, he couldn't decipher it for the time being, as if shrouded in layers of mystery, unable to see the truth within.

His expression froze slightly, then relaxed. He stopped thinking and began to observe the human shaman on Mount Shaoxian who was praying to that fellow Daoist of Creation.

Suddenly, a sense of etherealness, almost as if one were one with the illusory Dao, quietly appeared on the shaman, and a trace of the power of destiny fell upon the tortoise shell he held.

The human shaman's expression instantly turned to surprise, and then he headed towards the outhouse.

A clanging sound echoed, and the smell of burning rose. After the tortoise shell cracked open, it revealed a kind of auspicious image, and cheers erupted.

The Taoist priest on the Milky Way had noticeably dull eyes.

"Divination in the outhouse. I don't think human shamans used to have this habit, did they?"

"Or perhaps I've been in seclusion for a little too long, and human civilization has already developed to such a level of inclusiveness and openness?"

The Taoist priest shifted his gaze again, glancing towards the central region of the Fire Emperor Kingdom, where he watched a shaman at the level of a human immortal who was circulating his magic power and guiding the power of "blessing" to bless himself.

This human is now silently praying before the stone sculptures of several great creators of humanity in the past, performing an ancient shamanistic dance as a ritual, in order to strive for a higher realm.

A wisp of Dao essence, carrying a hint of flowing light, silently descended. The human witch shuddered, and the power within her body began to surge, breaking through the bottleneck and attaining the status of Earth Immortal. A happy smile appeared on her face.

But just then, he suddenly realized something, reached for the small bag hanging at his waist, and instantly felt a pang of pain, letting out a bloodcurdling scream.

"This is... we're broke." "Will we become poor without even realizing it after the ceremony?"

Above the starry sky, the Taoist could no longer sit still. He slowly stood up, his eyelids twitching slightly.

"Clearly, this is a form of contamination, a contamination of the power of that fellow Daoist on Shaoxian Mountain."

"However, why is it in such a strange state? Isn't that fellow Daoist a demon from the Nine Netherworlds?"

"A demon who can perform divination in the latrine and impoverish people without them even realizing it?"

He felt a little hesitant about the identity of this fellow Daoist from Shaoxian Mountain as a demon from the Nine Netherworlds.

If this King of Yellow and Black, who controls good fortune, is a demon from the Nine Netherworlds, then these humans who have borrowed his power should become irritable, corrupt, and filthy.

In reality, these human shamans did not behave this way. They only had some distortions in certain "habits" and some "errors" in their cognition. Otherwise, there were not many changes.

"Or was this fellow Daoist such an eccentric being when he was in the [Nine Netherworld]?"

The Taoist above the Milky Way cast his curious gaze once more upon Mount Shaoxian.

Noticing the gazes from powerful cultivators outside the mountain, Zhou Mingrui immediately complained, "Aren't these local fellow cultivators being a bit too impolite?"

"I know there's a slight problem with my physical body, but that started after I took the magic potion. It's not something I can change just because I want to. Besides, this way of looking at demons is too blatant. Don't they have any respect for personal privacy at all?"

"Furthermore, the problems that arose with the human shamans in the [Real World] are absolutely not my fault!"

Zhou Mingrui had already sensed that these curious gazes contained not only curiosity but also a hidden malice and a deep-seated hostility. However, there was not much he could do. With his current cultivation level of just entering the Creation Realm, he estimated that he could not defeat even one of them.

Zhou Mingrui shook his head, suppressing his desire to go out and suppress them all. He then made the spacetime of Shaoxian Mountain even more chaotic. He then sensed Shaoxian Mountain, which had almost merged with his own laws, and the laws of heaven and earth that were surging wildly into his body, perfecting the path of fortune and misfortune within him.

He clicked his tongue softly, “This is a Daoist temple at the level of perfect creation, and the blessings it can bring to oneself. It is indeed a blessed land of immortals that many fellow Daoists of creation would turn their attention to. With complete power over fortune and misfortune in hand, I estimate that in more than 100,000 years, I will be able to completely cultivate my own illusory Dao to the level of perfect creation.”

Just as Zhou Mingrui was preparing to follow the habits of these great masters of creation, the knowledge recorded in the "Xuanhuang Daojing," and some kind of insight carried by the true spirit, and embark on a period of quiet cultivation and seclusion, a ray of brilliant light emanated from His pocket.

The invitation letter came to life; it floated automatically, came to Zhou Mingrui's eyes, and slowly unfolded.

[Getting ready for class.]
Four simplified Chinese characters appeared in mid-air from the invitation, causing Zhou Mingrui to pause in surprise.

"Attend class?"

"Is this invitation from the Celestial Venerable Xuanhuang, inviting me to attend some course?"

"No. I'm already a master of great creation, why would I need to go to class?"

Before Zhou Mingrui could have more time to think, a vast wave of cosmic light instantly reverberated from the Nine Netherworld, carrying the furious roar of the Nine Netherworld's will, shaking the entire Shaoxian Mountain and tearing apart all eyes outside this Pure Land of Creation.

Caught off guard, Zhou Mingrui was dragged by a force from the Netherworld and plunged into this extremely harsh environment.

"This is the Nine Netherworld... Why does this feeling seem somewhat familiar?"

"Strange, ominous, polluted, and tinged with madness."

Standing on a desolate piece of land in the [Nine Netherworld], Zhou Mingrui was stunned again. This environment was too familiar to him, as if he had returned to his "old home", and he felt a special sense of comfort in his spirit.

At the same time, a blessing from the will of the Nine Netherworlds descended from the sky and poured into him, causing Zhou Mingrui to directly open his mythical form, revealing an indescribable body interwoven with three different insects, shimmering with translucent three-dimensional runes, and occasionally swaying with eerie starlight.

A vast power lingered within Zhou Mingrui's body. This gentle yet special blessing, imbued with the principles of law, almost made him mistakenly believe that he himself was a demon born from the Nine Netherworlds.

"Click. Click."

Around Zhou Mingrui, numerous void rifts appeared wildly, and ripples of time quietly flowed, directly sweeping his body into the long river of time and destiny, tracing back to an even more ancient historical point.

"boom!"

A violent tremor erupted as the forces of cause and effect and destiny pulled at each other, forcing Zhou Mingrui's body to fly through the air. Scenes from the past flashed before his eyes, and an endless stream of past power roared, causing a strange sense of suffocation in his heart.

Zhou Mingrui fully mobilized the power of the illusory Great Dao and, based on past experience, attempted to distort time to anchor a specific destiny and control a portion of history.

However, the flowing time and destiny were too vast, and even with His rich experience as the "Lord of Mysteries," He could hardly control them. He could only try his best to protect himself amidst the roaring "waves" and the spacetime forces that kept tossing Him away.

When the forces of time and fate subsided and the roaring "waves" slowed down, Zhou Mingrui looked at the land before him, which resembled two "worlds" interacting with each other. With his insight into the power of history, he realized that he had been transported back to an incredibly ancient era.

"The brief moment when the Nine Heavens and the Nine Netherworlds intersected three seconds after the creation of all the heavens and myriad realms."

"Does the Celestial Venerable Xuanhuang want me to return to such an ancient era to give me a lesson?"

With a cautious expression, Zhou Mingrui slowly took a few steps forward, then stopped abruptly.

He saw a Taoist palace situated between existence and non-existence, with three large characters written in simplified Chinese on its high-hanging plaque.
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[Zixiao Palace]
Zhou Mingrui's eyes widened in astonishment. "No way, has the myth really become reality?"

After a moment's preparation, He entered the Zixiao Palace, looked around, and found that it was almost full, except for one empty seat in the very front row.

Furthermore, this empty space is faintly imbued with a sense of primordial chaos, subtly reflecting one's own path of fortune and misfortune.

"Reserved specifically for me?!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Mingrui, with a touch of trepidation, followed the Daoist's guidance and walked to the front row, slowly sitting down on the prayer mat.

In an instant, the Daoist chants echoed within the Daoist Palace, and the principles of the Great Dao manifested.

(End of this chapter)