Shennong Daojun.

Chapter 560 Zhangyue and Yuheng

Zhao Xing looked at the beasts that Bowei had captured. There were seventeen in total, all of them native species at the Dao Domain Realm, and none of them even had names.

Which one to choose?

"This one." Zhao Xing pointed to a monster that looked like a dire wolf. Although it had no name, it was marked with the Void Bloodline on its panel and possessed spatial abilities.

With a single grab, Bovi completely disintegrated the beast at the Dao Domain Realm, its blood, bones, and internal organs unfolding into a life Dao diagram.

"Impressive, it formed a life path diagram in the blink of an eye," Zhao Xing praised.

Killing these Dao Domain Realm demonic beasts was easy for Zhao Xing, but forming a Life Dao Diagram instantly wouldn't be possible in one attempt.

Bowei, as the god of scholars, possesses the divine power of universal knowledge. With just a glance, he can dissect an ox with ease, like a master butcher.

"Stop talking nonsense and quickly create your own spell. You only have half a day."

"Half a day?" Zhao Xing was taken aback. "Elder, is time so tight?"

Bovi looked solemnly at the sun high in the sky.

“This is not an ordinary record of a lineage; it has a complete table of days, months, and years, as well as eight books and four rites.”

"Moreover, it is a spell that takes into account both those who believe in real history and those who believe in nihilistic history."

"That sun is fake; it is a manifestation of the Bronze Age. When it falls, it will likely traverse the entire world and kill all outsiders."

Zhao Xing's face turned green; he really couldn't tell that the Sun Star was fake.

In just half a day, you want to create a new method for changing the Dao Domain?
Fortunately, Master Zhao was exceptionally talented, and about an hour later...

[You have comprehended the Dao Diagram of Life and created a new spell. Please name it.]

Dire Wolf Transformation

The monster looked like a dire wolf, so Zhao Xing just gave it a random name.

"唧~"

At the same time, Bovey also completed the creation of the law of change, and he transformed into a large bird resembling an oriole.

As for the other monsters, Bovi released them all.

After the transformation, the Dao diagrams formed from the flesh, bones, and fur of the two demonic beasts were sealed by Bowei in a small box and placed inside his inner world.

Everything within the inner world remains unaffected; as long as one doesn't leave, it's essentially an independent, safe space. For example, General Hua Li and all the soldiers have never left their inner world and have had no contact with the outside world, thus they are unaffected by the Void History spell.

"Do not absorb any spiritual energy replenishment, except from within your inner world," Bovi warned. "Even the world ring is not an option. The true and false are balanced in this world; even a little too much or too little could trigger uncontrollable events."

"I understand." Zhao Xing nodded. Fortunately, he had an inner world. Except for the Time Page, which he kept close to his body, he was used to leaving everything else in his inner world.

Otherwise, the World Ring will be unusable, and resupplying will become very difficult once you enter this realm.

"Whoosh~"

Qingyuzi and his boundary ship were also taken in by Zhao Xing.

After receiving a signal from Bovi, they waited in the same spot for another hour.

"Om~"

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

The sun went out in an instant, and was replaced by a crescent moon.

"Elder, it's getting dark way too fast!" Zhao Xing telepathically replied, "It's already dark before 7 PM."

"Because we've broken in... Stop communicating telepathically, stay silent, don't move unless told to."

Zhao Xing immediately fell silent and lay prone on the barren hillside in the posture of a dire wolf.

The oriole overhead kept its eyes fixed on the crescent moon in the sky.

Moonlight spilled down, illuminating the hillside.

Zhao Xing saw that the surrounding flowers, plants and trees, under the moonlight, turned into a mass of dark, sticky liquid and merged into the ground.

The pristine white earth caught Zhao Xing's eye, and he realized that it wasn't the moonlight shining through; the entire earth looked like a blank sheet of cardboard.

Flowers, trees, soil, rocks, even animals and the earth are all fake.

However, not all of them were like that. When Zhao Xing looked further into the distance, he discovered that the dozen or so demonic beasts that Bowei had captured were real.

There are also flowers, trees, and land, which are real physical things and have not changed at this moment.

At this moment, truth and falsehood became separated.

After the moonlight fell to the ground, it quickly gathered, its color becoming increasingly intense, turning bluish-green, and then it transformed into a river, beginning to spread outwards.

"Om~"

Zhao Xing watched as many things collapsed and were destroyed.

When the moonlight swept over him, Zhao Xing couldn't help but shiver.

Since they have now become native life, nothing happened after the torrent of blue moonlight swept past.

After waiting for another three hours, dawn broke, and the moonlight transformed into the sun.

Time seemed to change from standing still to flowing.

The chirping of insects and birds, the babbling of streams, the startled deer in the forest—everything came alive again.

It's a completely different world from the previous desolation.

He then understood what Bove meant by not moving around.

"You can move now," Bovi telepathically transmitted.

"Elder, are historians really that terrifying?" Zhao Xing asked in surprise. "They can even make fakes look real."

"Didn't you go to the headquarters of the Chasing Light Society? That's a legacy realm left behind by a historical god-king. It's been around for countless years and it's still in effect."

"That place was used as a research site, so it wasn't very dangerous. This place, however, is much more dangerous."

"She made many arrangements in order to kill the intruder and preserve the integrity of the cenotaph."

"Fortunately, after going through several eras of destruction, the magic is no longer perfect. Otherwise, even if we were on the edge just now, we still wouldn't have been able to escape detection."

Zhao Xing understood. He, Qing Yuzi, and Bowei had already entered, which, in any case, added something to this world.

If the transmission barrier is truly perfect, then anything that enters will be detected.

"Elder, can we enter the city now?" Zhao Xing asked, looking at a palace city that appeared in front of him.

"Let's look around first." Bovi grabbed at the wolf skin on Zhao Xing's head with his paws, causing Zhao Xing's eyes to bulge out and roll upwards.

"Elder, you don't need to point in a direction so forcefully." Zhao Xing suspected that Bowei was taking the opportunity to retaliate.

Are you leaving or not?

"Let's go."

Zhao Xing dared not waste any more words, and with all his might, he started jogging.

Following Bove's instructions, he began exploring around the palace.

Wherever he went, he recorded the strength of the earth's veins, the level of life around him, and the abundance of various Dao origins.

As a dire wolf beast at the Dao Domain Realm, it is almost at the bottom of the food chain here.

Zhao Xing couldn't wander around recklessly; he had to avoid the other native creatures and try to avoid battles.

They circled the palace for three months, and still hadn't finished.

“We’ve been watching the sunrise and sunset for three months now, Elder. This palace shouldn’t be fake, right? It hasn’t changed at all.”

"Not necessarily," Bovi said calmly. "It might just be a fake city, just changing according to a timeline."

"Keep exploring, don't even think about entering the city until you've seen enough for sixty years."

Sixty years? Exploring a cenotaph set up by a historical god-king does indeed require patience; sixty years is considered a short time.

Zhao Xing certainly had the patience, but he didn't know if Qingyuzi would cause any problems.

“He’ll be fine,” Bovi said. “As long as he goes out in his initial state, he will still be the same as before and at the same level.”

"Historical artifacts and spells are limited by time and place. As long as you don't try to regain your strength within the realm, there's no problem. The real can never be fake, and the fake can never be real."

As the dire wolf ran, it wondered to itself, "What if I hadn't sealed him off in time when he came in, and Qingyuzi had tried to recover his strength?"

Bovi sneered, "If you continue to practice your skills and circulate your energy, you will regress to the level of an ordinary person, and then there will be no hope for you."

"Once you leave, the Void History spell will end, and the false history will return to its true form in a very short time, regaining its power."

"His soul will first be crushed by his own experiences, and he will not be able to distinguish whether he is a mortal or a god."

"If the mind cannot control the divine body and divine power, it will collapse."

"If he stays in the Samsara Tribulation Realm for now, he will have my help after we get out. He will suffer a little, but he won't die."

"Elder, shouldn't historians have weaknesses?"

"What weaknesses do you think the Moon Goddess Palace Master has?"

Zhao Xing thought for a moment.

The Moon Goddess Palace Master can mass-produce Void Historical Artifacts. He once gave his ancestor, the Imperial Tablet, and three of the Void's most prized treasures from the Earthly Advantage Sect.

He can also solidify history and possess the divine power to tamper with and distort historical events, making him an almost heaven-defying being.

It's practically impossible to find any weaknesses.

"Close combat?" Zhao Xing tried to say.

"Close combat?" Bowei laughed: "Since the Palace Master was able to give you the Ancestral Emperor's tablet, he must have obtained historical records related to the Ancestral Emperor. He must have an avatar of the Ancestral Emperor's Annals. In close combat, the Moon Goddess Palace Master is actually the strongest."

"Doesn't it have no weaknesses?"

“There are only weak people, not weak professions,” Bowei said. “When you learn enough and comprehensively, there will be no obvious weaknesses.”

“If you cultivate the three schools of Heavenly Timing, Earthly Advantage, and Self, you will not have any obvious weaknesses if you succeed.”

"Of course, weaknesses are relative."

"The arrangements left behind by the God King Zhangyue after his death, if you trigger even one of them, you will be destroyed... Don't move."

As they were talking, Bowei suddenly issued a warning.

Zhao Xing immediately stopped moving.

Based on the patterns observed over the past three months, this should be a safe time. However, before nightfall, the blue river reappeared, this time emerging from the moat outside the palace.

It suddenly erupted, shooting into the sky and forming eight water dragons that swept out in all directions.

"Run, get away from the palace."

The dire wolf howled and immediately used its supernatural power, disappearing into the forest like a streak of light.

They fled for three days before barely managing to escape the area being swept away.

Guided by Bowei, Zhao Xing returned to the edge of the incident the next day and discovered that the river eruption had killed all life in the surrounding area.

“The native life forms that were born in the Moon Shadow Realm were all safe and sound. It’s just that the world has been transformed between the real and the fake, but now even the native life forms have been harmed.” A look of solemnity flashed in Bowei’s eyes. “We really have no idea how to figure it out.”

"If only it were a martial artist's tomb," Zhao Xing sighed inwardly.

Qi-based martial artists live by their principles throughout their lives, and even their tombs are made of tough material. If you can break it open, the treasure is yours.

The Sword Sect is a little more complicated, but it's still just things like sword formations and sword spirit protection.

Compared to being a historian, it couldn't be simpler.

Of all the tombs, those of historians are the most difficult to excavate, as Zhao Xing had experienced firsthand when he was at the Yueluo Mausoleum.

If it weren't for Bowei, he and Lao Qing would probably be dead.

"Let's go." The oriole above the dire wolf's head watched for a while, then looked away.

"Elder, where are we going?"

"We need to find a stronger native life form, otherwise we simply won't be able to get through."

...For the Moon Shadow Realm to exist for a long time, it must possess the characteristic of continuous renewal.

Within such a boundary, life is bound to be born.

After searching for half a year, Zhao Xing and Bowei set their sights on two demigod-level beasts.

It took another year to successfully comprehend the Dao of Life, transforming him into a demigod-level beast.

They then returned to the vicinity of the palace to continue supplementing the map and summarizing patterns.

Having transformed into a demigod, if the moat were to erupt, he would be able to demonstrate his strength and withstand the attack without having to retreat.

Over the next eight years, Zhao Xing and Bowei finally managed to see all the areas and all the life around the palace.

However, Bovi still showed no intention of entering the palace and began a second round of circling and exploration.

……

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, sixty years have passed since entering the Moon Shadow Realm.

Outside the palace, on a newly formed hilltop.

A demigod beast covered in golden fur, resembling an ape, but with eight arms, and a raging bear with seven-colored scales, stood atop the mountain, gazing into the palace.

"Elder, sixty years have passed," the golden ape-man said. "We've already circled the outer perimeter of the palace dozens of times. Should we continue our observation?"

“There’s no need for that.” Bowei shook his head: “The cycle of the heavens is limited to sixty years. If there are any changes, it should be set according to the Great Cycle. For example, if a destruction occurs once in a Yang year, all conditions should be returned to their original state.”

"Then how do we get into the city?" Zhao Xing asked. "If the palace is a cenotaph, we should refuse any living being the opportunity to enter and disturb it."

The bear suddenly crouched down and began to draw on the ground with its paws, creating many runes. However, the sand trembled, and Bovi quickly wiped them away.

“Well, next up is my turn to spar with her.” Bovi raised his head again, a reddish light flashing in his pupils.

"Give me the pages of time on your body."

"Then what should I do?" Zhao Xing asked.

"If you remain calm and wait, nothing will happen in the short term."

Thinking it over carefully, he realized that he and Bowei were now in a situation where their fates were intertwined, and he had no reason to harm him.

Moreover, Bowei is also wearing the Great Dao Golden Hoop, so if any problems arise, he still has ways to prevent them.

So Zhao Xing handed the Time Page to Bowei.

The next moment, Bovi transformed back into its original form from its bear form.

Zhao Xing took a few steps back.

Bovi had changed into the robes of a historian, and was surrounded by a blue river.

Bronze gates emerged from the river, and between two of them, the long river of history appeared as a phantom.

That was a part of history I experienced after entering the Moon Shadow Realm.

"Wow~"

Bovi stirred up the bronze river and flew towards the palace.

It quickly disappeared into the moat.

Immediately afterwards, the sweeping force of the water surged forth once more.

This time, however, it was Bowei who was in control.

"Step back a bit."

"Okay." Zhao Xing quickly retreated to the foot of the mountain to observe.

After that, Bovi began to perform rituals continuously.

Approximately every month, a minor spell replaces the sunrise and sunset.

A major spell is performed every year, and the preparation process is very complicated, even involving the use of an altar.

Throughout this process, Bovi's eyes gleamed brightly as he scanned the palace.

This is the divine art of universal knowledge that allows one to see through all the mysteries of the world!
"The scholar's ability to open his third eye is really cool."

Zhao Xing had a vague idea of ​​what Bowei was up to.

……

Bovi continued casting spells repeatedly for sixty years.

During this time, Zhao Xing even saw the presence of several Bowei.

At the same time, they saw Bovi cast his familiar spell, "Golden Cicada Form, Double Body".

One hundred and twentieth year after Bowei cast the spell.

Finally he stopped.

Zhao Xing was about to ask a question, but unexpectedly, after the calm, there was a thunderous explosion.

"Boom!"

It was as if the entire world flickered.

The world before Zhao Xing's eyes flickered.

After the interplay of light and shadow, Bovi on the mountaintop disappeared.

On the other side of the mountain, another palace appeared.

"This this……"

Although Zhao Xing guessed that Bowei was going to use the magic of illusory history to create a fake, he did not expect that he would actually replicate a palace.

So what should I do now?
Where did Bowei go again?
Fortunately, Zhao Xing soon received guidance. A leaf fell from the mountaintop and was blown by the wind to Zhao Xing's side.

As he scooped it up, a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz echoed in Zhao Xing's mind.

"Enter the city."

Zhao Xing immediately understood. He transformed into a streak of light and swiftly rushed into the palace.

Near the moat, the blue river remained completely still.

Only when Zhao Xing was crossing the river did his reflection appear in the water, causing Zhao Xing to stop in his tracks.

But soon, the shadow was pulled up and merged with the original body.

The first level of the Shadowless Netherworld Technique: Shadow Gathering Technique.

The palace seemed to have no magic array, and Zhao Xing easily crossed the city wall.

But after entering the city walls, Zhao Xing discovered that he was in a vibrant world.

The streets are lined with all kinds of places, including martial arts schools, music halls, pharmacies, temples, and restaurants.

A large number of people were coming and going.

Through the smooth white jade floor, Zhao Xing discovered that he had also changed his appearance.

He was dressed in a gray linen robe, with a gourd at his waist and a fish basket in his hand, inside which several dragons were leaping and jumping about.

Through the smooth white jade floor, Zhao Xing discovered that his face had also changed. His originally sunny and handsome face had now become an ordinary face, square-shaped with stubble!
Zhao Xing didn't know what he had become. He glanced at the panel.

An extra record was found.

I reminded myself that I had been hit by a "misattribution" spell, and a lot of random skills appeared, but they all had the word "Void" in them.

He couldn't figure out if it was Bowei who did it, but Master Zhao was now in a complete panic.

Because he was looking at his own control panel.

A second fake name appeared at the end of the name field: Yuheng.

Following the Ancestral Emperor's Tablet, there is now a third, illusory realm.

God-King Realm!
Just as Zhao Xing was somewhat bewildered, he suddenly heard a gentle female voice.

"you are back."

Zhao Xing looked up and realized that he was standing in front of a small farmhouse without even realizing it.

A woman with an oval face, dressed in white and wearing willow branches, leaned against the door, looking at me with a smile.

The words "[Zhang Yue] [Benji Avatar] [God King Realm]" flashed before my eyes.

Zhao Xingren feels a bit numb right now.

Judging from that exploration at Yueluo Cemetery, it seems that I have become a character in the legend.

And he's definitely the main character.

If things go wrong, I'll kick the bucket.

Little did they know that Yang Baihe almost died there.

Elder, please don't mess with me! You want me to play the God King Yuheng?!

In short, Master Zhao is now extremely panicked.

I never expected that the crack that Bowei mentioned would be like this.

"Yuheng, what are you standing there for? You seem unhappy about something?" the woman at the door asked in confusion.

By the time the second question was asked, Zhao Xing's panic had subsided.

He raised his head slightly and smiled: "It was there originally, but seeing you, it all vanished."

Zhang Yue lowered her eyes and whispered, "What are you saying... Come in quickly."

Zhao Xing stepped over the threshold and whispered in Zhang Yue's ear, "I said, seeing you makes all my troubles disappear. Look, they all heard it."

The fish basket bobbed, and hearing such ambiguous words, Zhang Yue seemed a little flustered. She snatched the fish basket from Zhao Xing's hand and said, "I...I'll go cook."

As Zhang Yue ran away, Zhao Xing's smile slowly faded.

Fortunately, he had read Zhang Yue's memoir, which contained glimpses of her daily life with God King Yu Heng.

Zhao Xing revealed the true nature of God King Yuheng in an instant.

“Continuing to act isn’t too strenuous. But Elder, are you really not afraid I’ll break down?” Zhao Xing paced back and forth to a peach tree in the courtyard, where he untied a gourd and began to drink.

In the memoirs of the God King Zhangyue, when the God King Yuheng lived with her, he always liked to plant a peach tree in the courtyard, and then drink wine under the tree while waiting for the meal to be prepared.

"The truly wise live in the city, while the lesser wise live in the countryside."

"During the time that Yuheng and Zhangyue lived in seclusion, they neither stayed entirely in the deep mountains and forests nor in the big cities of the Great World of Yanyi. They concealed their God-King realm, but they also did not completely pretend to be mortals. They chose to live in this small town where the level of cultivation and development was neither high nor low."

"Yu Heng often referred to himself as the Reclusive Old Man to Zhang Yue." Zhao Xing quickly recalled the contents of the memoir.

He has nothing to rely on now; Bovi is gone, and his strength is completely insignificant under these circumstances.

"I can only rely on my acting skills now." Zhao Xing took a sip of wine, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Before long, a fragrant aroma wafted from the stoves in the southeast, northeast, and southwest.

As the smoke from the cooking fires gradually cleared, Zhang Yue, with a rosy complexion and plates of dishes floating behind her, arrived at the peach tree.

"Dinner's ready! Come try my new recipe!"

Zhao Xing dared not eat anything from the Transcendent Realm indiscriminately. Some things that might be food for God King Yu Heng could be fatal to him.

But faced with Zhang Yue's expectant gaze, he couldn't refuse to eat, because according to the records, Yu Heng was the one who liked her dishes the most.

"It smells wonderful! The color, aroma, and taste are all perfect; it really whets the appetite!" Zhao Xing picked up his chopsticks and praised it highly.

“If Yuheng wants to eat it, I will keep making it for you.” Zhangyue was also very happy to receive the praise.

Zhao Xing put down his chopsticks, a lingering sorrow in his eyes. Finally, he sighed softly.

"I've always...hoped that such an opportunity would really come."

(End of this chapter)