Qin Renhuang just became an immortal, and you told me this is the prehistoric time

This Creation Ship is not only a top-tier magic weapon, but also Yang Pan's palace and treasure trove. To guard against assassination attempts by Meng Shenji, he almost always resides there, and most of the most precious treasures of the Great Qian Empire are also stored there.

Ying Shaoyang raised his hand and made a grasping motion, and the books flew into his hand.

He quickly opened it and scanned it with his divine sense. Sure enough, it contained detailed records of the specific locations, sensing methods, and activation techniques of more than a hundred acupoints. Although it may not be complete, it was indeed the acupoint cultivation method of the Martial Saint after the Martial Classic!

"Humph, you're quite sensible."

Ying Shaoyang snorted coldly, a thought flashing through his mind.

A flash of light appeared at the edge of the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends Formation, and Hong Xuanji and Gongyang Yu, who were imprisoned by the formation's power, were instantly thrown out of the formation and landed on the deck of the Creation Ship. Both were pale and their breathing was disordered, clearly indicating that they had been severely shaken by the formation's backlash.

Ying Shaoyang put away the books, gave Yang Pan a deep look, and left him with a sentence that sent chills down the latter's spine.

"Yang Pan, be careful when using this Creation Boat. Don't work hard to add bricks and tiles to it, only to end up benefiting others and having your foundation taken back by that Creation Daoist at any time."

After saying this, before Yang Pan could react, Ying Shaoyang let out a loud laugh that was hard to understand. The Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Formation beneath his feet retracted and transformed back into a jade pendant hanging at his waist. His figure slowly faded away amidst the laughter and disappeared completely.

However, his last words were like the most vicious curse, causing Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji's expressions to change drastically, even more terrified than when they faced the earth-shattering thunder!

"What...what did he just say?"

Yang Pan's voice trembled slightly as he looked at Hong Xuanji beside him.

"The Daoist of Creation... is he really still alive? Could he take back the Ark of Creation at any moment?"

Hong Xuanji's face was also ashen, her eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"Your Majesty... this person's strength is unfathomable, and his knowledge is extraordinary."

Since he pointed this out, it's probably not unfounded. The Daoist of Creation is an ancient Yang God, far surpassing Meng Shenji in strength; if he's still alive... it's highly likely!

The two looked at each other and saw deep fear and resentment in each other's eyes.

Over the years, the Great Qian Dynasty has mobilized its entire nation, collecting countless rare and precious materials and expending immense effort to repair and strengthen this Creation Ship to its current state. If all of this ultimately only serves to benefit the Creation Daoist, who is lurking somewhere unknown... how could they possibly accept it?

"and……"

Yang Pan's voice was even drier.

"If there is no Ship of Creation... and Meng Shenji comes to assassinate me again, how... how should I defend myself?"

The thought of the Supreme Dao Lord, who loomed over the Great Qian imperial family like a nightmare, chilled both of them to the bone.

……

Meanwhile, in an inconspicuous little building in Yujing City, a woman of unparalleled beauty and ethereal grace was gazing into the distance, her gaze seemingly piercing through space and landing on the spot where the battle had just taken place.

She is none other than Su Mu, the current Holy Maiden of the Supreme Dao.

She raised her hand and sent out a profound message into the void, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"I never expected that, apart from Master, there would be someone else in this world who could force Yang Pan into such a sorry state, even to the point of using the Creation Boat... But that's all."

Su Mu remained calm; she was not worried that Ying Shaoyang could threaten her master, Meng Shenji.

In her mind, Meng Shenji was the epitome of invincibility, and if Ying Shaoyang were to see him, he would surely flee at the mere sight of him.

"However... it is unexpected that the array based on stars can actually contend with the Creation Ship."

A hint of curiosity flashed in her beautiful eyes, but then she regained her cool demeanor.

"However, today I've also seen clearly that Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji, despite the passage of many years, have made limited progress in their strength. It seems that Senior Sister Meng Bingyun's influence on Hong Xuanji back then has not completely dissipated..."

She turned gracefully, her skirt trailing on the ground, like a fairy untouched by worldly affairs, and quietly disappeared into the shadows of the pavilion. The political landscape of Yujing City had already subtly shifted due to Ying Shaoyang's intrusion.

Less than an incense stick's time after Ying Shaoyang's figure disappeared, the space above Yujing City rippled slightly like water, and a figure dressed in simple white clothes, with an indifferent aura, as if he were one with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, silently appeared.

It was none other than the Supreme Dao Master, the Dream God.

His cold gaze, like that of ancient ice, swept across the Jade Capital City below, which had just experienced turmoil and whose protective aura was still shimmering. He paid no attention to the protective barrier itself, but his gaze ultimately settled on the colossal ship that hovered above the palace, radiating an aura of immense creation.

"Yang Pan... is still hiding in his shell like a turtle with its head in its shell."

Meng Shenji sneered inwardly.

"Without a new breakthrough, it will not be easy to break through the defenses of this Creation Ship and kill it."

His divine sense, like an invisible net, meticulously swept across the area where the energy had collided most violently, attempting to capture any remaining traces. Then, he raised his hand and gently touched the void where the spiritual energy was still chaotic.

A clear, mirror-like light screen appeared out of thin air, and within it, the scene from not long ago began to replay—Yang Pan, Hong Xuanji, and the middle-aged man in black stood ready, while the Ark of Creation burst forth with brilliant light, as if resisting some terrifying attack…

However, within the light screen, all that could be seen were the solemn and even horrified expressions of Yang Pan and the others, the violent tremors of the Creation Ship, and the flickering of the Jade Capital City's restrictions, but the attacker's figure was nowhere to be seen! Even the raging thunder that should have filled the heavens and earth had vanished without a trace in the images replayed on the light screen, as if it had never existed!

"Ok?"

For the first time, a subtle ripple appeared on Meng Shenji's usually calm face—an expression of disbelief.

He frowned slightly, his fingers pointing repeatedly in different directions in the void. One after another, light screens appeared, replaying the previous scene from various angles.

However, all the light screens showed the same bizarre result—there were signs and results of an attack, but the attacker and the specific form of the attack itself could not be seen!
"Time... was reversed? No, the remaining traces were smoothed over and altered by a higher level of power..."

A hint of seriousness flashed in Meng Shenji's eyes.

"Unless I keep spreading my spiritual senses around this place, the moment the opponent launches an attack, their aura and attack form will be erased or hidden from the 'past' by some kind of force."

The attacks of top-tier magical artifacts are often completed in an instant. I have no way of locking onto the opponent's aura and can only passively endure the aftershocks and consequences of the attack.

He realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Moreover, since the opponent can directly confront the Creation Ship, its attack power should not be underestimated."

Such a mysterious, powerful, and adept at concealing himself...

Before he could determine whether the other party was friend or foe, or their specific intentions, Meng Shenji made a decision in an instant—he must not easily expose himself, lest he become a target for being secretly watched or even attacked.

He took a deep look at the Ship of Creation and the Jade Capital City below, then his figure vanished again silently, as if he had never existed, like blending into a gentle breeze.

……

In the secluded valley of the Western Hills, before a solitary grave, Hong Yi silently swore an oath to retrieve the martial arts technique from the Plum Blossom Painting and avenge his mother. Suddenly, the space in front of him distorted slightly, and Ying Shaoyang's figure reappeared without warning.

Hong Yi was startled. When he saw who it was, and then recalled the towering figure of the thunder giant he had seen in the direction of Yujing City not long ago, his expression changed instantly. He subconsciously took half a step back and looked at Ying Shaoyang warily.

Ying Shaoyang didn't look at him, his gaze falling directly on the slightly bulging area in Hong Yi's arms.

He extended his finger and gently beckoned in Hong Yi's direction.

call out!
An ancient scroll flew out of Hong Yi's arms and landed lightly in Ying Shaoyang's hands. It was the plum blossom painting left by Meng Bingyun.

"Senior! No!"

Hong Yi was extremely anxious and, disregarding his fear, stepped forward urgently.

"This painting is a keepsake from my mother, and it is my only hope to avenge her! I beg you to return it to me!"

Ying Shaoyang ignored him and simply held the plum blossom painting. With a slight sweep of his divine sense, he had already discerned its internal structure.

He casually reached into one of them and pulled out a dark gold silk scroll, which was the "Past Amitabha Sutra".

He glanced at the Buddha visualization diagram on the silk scroll, a hint of undisguised disdain flashing in his eyes, and casually stuffed the gold silk back into the plum blossom painting, as if it were some worthless trash.

Then, to Hong Yi's astonishment, Ying Shaoyang waved his hand, and three items floated lightly onto the snow in front of Hong Yi—one was the "Taoist Scripture," one was the "Martial Scripture," and the other was... a piece of gold silk that was completely different from the previous one. It did not depict the Buddha, but rather a strange image of a huge Buddha sitting cross-legged in the boundless starry sky, surrounded by countless stars.

After doing all this, Ying Shaoyang didn't look at Hong Yi again. His figure disappeared silently from Hong Yi's sight like a ghost, leaving the boy standing there with a blank look and a hint of surprise.

Hong Yi was stunned for a moment, then quickly stepped forward. He carefully picked up the new gold silk and opened it. The image of a Buddha sitting cross-legged in the starry sky gave him a strange sense of familiarity and peace.

Without time to think further, he quickly picked up the plum blossom painting and examined it carefully. Sure enough, he found a faint golden light at the edge of the painting, confirming that the core relic left by his mother, the "Past Amitabha Sutra," had not been taken away. Only then did he breathe a long sigh of relief.

……

The study of the Marquis of Wuwen's residence.

Hong Xuanji listened to the steward's report with a gloomy expression.

“My lord, this old servant just checked the study and found signs that someone had been in there, and it seems that… something on the bookshelf was moved.”

The butler said tremblingly.

A cold glint flashed in Hong Xuanji's eyes.

"Who?"

"According to the people below... they saw Young Master Hongyi come back today."

"Hong Yi?"

Hong Xuanji frowned.

“In previous years, he would stay for a few days when he went to Xishan to pay respects to his mother. Why did he return on the same day this year? Moreover, the time he returned to the manor coincided with the time I left…”

He suddenly stood up, and a sharp aura emanated from him uncontrollably.

"The plum blossom painting! He tampered with the plum blossom painting!"

Thinking of the painting left by Meng Bingyun, Hong Xuanji felt an uncontrollable surge of anger.

"What a Meng Bingyun! She's been dead for so many years, yet she can still use this painting to annoy me! There must be some secret of the Supreme Dao hidden in it!"

His eyes flashed with murderous intent as he sternly addressed the butler.

"Send men immediately to bring Hong Yi back to me! If he still acknowledges me as his father and is willing to come back and kowtow to beg for forgiveness, bring him back alive! If he dares to resist... humph!"

In Hong Xuanji's eyes, Hong Yi was no longer his son. "He's cultivating Buddhist visualization techniques to become an avatar of the other? And the top treasures of the Great Zen Temple keep appearing around him, even the three highest Buddhist scriptures, 'Past, Present, and Future,' seem to be connected to him... There must be a shocking conspiracy behind this!"

……

Having already moved far away from Xishan, Ying Shaoyang sensed the movement from Hong Xuanji's side and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Hong Xuanji's attitude has changed drastically, which seems to be related to the change in Hong Yi's 'identity'."

He understood.

"However, the Supreme Dao's 'Two Scriptures of the Universe' is indeed hidden in the Plum Blossom Diagram. It involves the laws of space and time and is an unparalleled secret for cultivators in this realm. Meng Bingyun left it to her son with good intentions."

"I'd like to see what a person who cultivates spacetime techniques will ultimately look like."

Ying Shaoyang muttered to himself.

"Very well, let's give Hong Yi a chance to choose."

He left Hong Yi copies of the "Two Classics of the Universe", "The Martial Classic", "The Daoist Classic", and "The Past Amitabha Sutra".

“By choosing the ‘Second Scripture of the Universe,’ relying on the mysteries of the Way of Space and Time, his cultivation may be slower in the early stages, but he can maintain his true nature to the greatest extent and have a solid foundation. However, he may also lose some ‘opportunities’ as a result, making it difficult to reach his original height, or even losing the chance to transcend this world.”

"If he chooses the Tao Te Ching and the Amitabha Sutra, with the protagonist's luck and the secret support of Buddhism, his cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds, and he will quickly become a trendsetter in the world, and may even lead this world to transcendence."

But the price might be gradually becoming lost in the calculations and vows of Buddhism, ultimately losing one's true self.

Ying Shaoyang was very curious. Faced with these two completely different paths, what choice would Hong Yi, who knew part of the truth, make? And what new waves would be stirred up in the Yangshen World, which had already begun to deviate from its original trajectory because of his intervention?

"An interesting choice... Let me see where this 'child exchange' will lead you."

Ying Shaoyang's figure merged into the void, leaving only a faint sigh that drifted away in the wind and snow.

Hong Yi stood there, clutching the strange golden silk scroll depicting a Buddha seated amidst a starry sky, his heart surging with emotion, unable to calm down for a long time.

His gaze swept back and forth among the objects on the ground—the gold and silk scroll from the plum blossom painting, bearing his mother's legacy and the supreme secret method of the Supreme Dao, the "Two Scriptures of the Universe," and the gold and silk scroll left by Ying Shaoyang, which was suspected to be related to the supreme classic of the Great Zen Temple, the "Past Amitabha Sutra."

"The Supreme Dao... the Great Zen Temple..."

Hong Yi muttered to himself, his brows furrowed, his face filled with struggle and confusion.

"These two cultivation methods are said to directly lead to the path of immortality, offering unparalleled opportunities to become immortals or Buddhas. For an ordinary cultivator, obtaining even one of them is an immense stroke of luck, enough to establish themselves and reach the pinnacle of cultivation. (End of Chapter)"