Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 640 The Lord of Kunxu respectfully invites the Ancestral Master to offer his thanks!

High above, the clouds were suddenly parted by an invisible force, and a pair of hazy, gigantic hands appeared from the void, offering only a gentle push.

The gourd vine, which climbed straight up and was known as the ancient elixir of immortality, snapped off at its root!

[A ghostly flame immediately ignited at the severed point, and in the blink of an eye, the vines withered, the herbs destroyed, and everything turned to ashes.]

The woman in white gracefully swept her sleeves, safely catching the people still dangling from the vines.

The Centipede Taoist and Xu Ci stumbled to the ground, their faces still showing shock and disbelief, remaining immersed in the terrifying moment that had just occurred.

The woman in white gazed into the void, her brows slightly furrowed—this was the first time she had shown such an expression.

And at that very moment—

The illusory fortune that was about to be completely devoured in the Heavenly Emperor's hands suddenly broke free from his control, leaping out of his body and reforming into a large cauldron.

This great cauldron was originally formed from the condensed fortune of this world.

【"Clang—"

A resounding clang, like the deepest bell, echoed from the depths of the Heavenly Emperor's treasury, reverberating in all directions.

The Heavenly Emperor stood frozen in place, then a deeper fear, even more intense than before, welled up in his eyes.

This feeling...it was as if he had returned to ancient times, to the time when he opened the Path to Heaven for the fourth time.

A massive cauldron descended upon the treasure vault, destroying everything.

As the illusory cauldron in the Heavenly Emperor's hand dissipated, his cultivation level began to slowly decline, yet he still possessed the strength of a supreme grandmaster, the pinnacle of this realm.

[It is impossible to break through the limits of this realm any further.]

At the same time, the illusory cauldron re-condensed above the ascension platform, slowly rotating and emanating a chaotic aura reminiscent of the creation of the world, cascading down like a waterfall.

A voice emanated from within: "In this world, I shall be the World Honored One."

The voice was perfectly natural, transcending gender and age; it possessed an overwhelming and irresistible power, like a causal decree proclaiming a destiny that was destined to be this way.

Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Emperor trembled violently, his face filled with disbelief and horror. He nearly roared incoherently:

"The Lord of Kunxu?!"

The woman in white's gaze sharpened, and for the first time, she truly focused her attention on the massive cauldron shrouded in chaotic energy.

[In her eyes, a transformation began, seemingly involving countless causes and effects, creation and decay, slowly rotating and combining to form the thousand hexagrams of the Southern Hexagram, finally returning to stillness.]

"She's awake?" she murmured to herself, her tone ambiguous.

"A mere ten thousand years is but a fleeting moment to us... This world has been dormant for countless ages, from the ancient times to the medieval era. Why now of all times?"

"You can't wake up."

Faced with her questioning, the world fell silent, except for the great cauldron that rose indifferently into the sky, as silent as the Dao itself.

The woman in white suddenly shook her head. "If this were the Primordial Era, I might have to give way."

"Now..." Her gaze was cold and clear, like frost reflecting light, "Even though you are an unparalleled innate treasure, unique in all realms, you cannot even intervene in this realm. What can you do to me?"

On the Ascension Platform, Ao Qing, Jiuyang Zhenren, and Zishan Jun were all deeply shaken; the changes before them far exceeded their expectations.

[Does this realm possess its own will? Is there still a master above Kunxu?]

Could it be that all these beings were conceived and born from within the cauldron?

What exactly is this "supreme innate treasure" mentioned by the woman in white?

Only Ao Ming's eyes flashed with a hint of realization, and he murmured to himself, "So the ancient prophecy... was actually true."

Ao Qing noticed something was off about his expression and asked softly, "Ancestor?"

As a true dragon who defied the laws of bloodline in ancient times and attained the status of a six-clawed dragon, Ao Ming's knowledge and experience far surpassed that of the others present.

His gaze was distant as he slowly revealed the secrets lost to time: "Legend has it that this realm is called 'Kunxu,' and it was actually born from a supreme innate treasure."

"Only by breaking free from the shackles of this realm can one behold the Lord of Kunxu, who holds absolute power."

"The reason this realm has gradually declined since the Middle Ages is because the supreme being who held absolute power, for some unknown reason, fell into a deep slumber."

"From this point on, the Ascension Platform disappeared, the spiritual tide gradually dried up, and the glorious cultivation era we inhabited... came to an end."

Recalling the white-clad woman's words and the chaotic Daoist voice emanating from the cauldron, everyone felt a chill run down their spines and their hearts tremble with unease!

Could there truly be a supreme being, transcending this realm, silently overlooking the ages?

Witness the transformation of heaven and earth, the sea turning into mulberry fields; observe the life and death of all races, from their first tentative steps to their peak of glory, and now to these four continents.

[To witness the vastness of humanity, where all creatures vie freely under the frosty sky?]

After his initial shock, the Heavenly Emperor's mind cleared, and he realized that if the will of Kunxu could truly interfere with reality, he would never have been able to gradually build the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury and wield power to this day.

The only remaining crisis is this woman in white. If she insists on destroying the world and reopening it, everything in this world, including herself, will be reduced to nothingness.

Who can stop him?

Whether or not this ruler of Kunxu awakens, he cannot interfere with this realm.

Below the Ascension Platform, Xu Wuji, Tianjingxu, and the other disciples gazed up at the sudden turn of events, their faces filled with bewilderment.

All of this was far beyond their comprehension and understanding; it was like watching the sky tilt, yet being powerless to reverse it.

[Lu Beiyou's eyes flickered, and suddenly he took out a piece of yellow paper from his sleeve. He controlled the flow of blood in his body to pierce his skin, smeared it on the paper, and slowly drew a Taoist talisman.]

Zhuang Xiuyin looked on in confusion. This seemed to be the Three True Secret Techniques, but given the current situation, what could they possibly change with their meager cultivation levels?

The Three Truths Lineage is not an ancient tradition, but a Taoist sect established in the mortal realm at the dawn of the spiritual tide.

Its purpose is not to cultivate immortality, but to spread the Dharma and help the world.

If Lu Chen and Lu Yu hadn't ascended to this realm, and if the Three True Disciples hadn't broken through to this realm again...

These two consecutive feats of "ascension" have once again made the name of the "Three Truths" renowned throughout this world!

Six thousand years ago, Xie Guan ascended to this realm, causing another surge of spiritual energy. Later cultivators believed this would usher in a new era of ascension, where ascension would become commonplace.

As spiritual energy nourishes and ancient inheritances emerge, cultivators continuously break through their cultivation levels, with countless individuals surviving the Tribulation of the Three Nine Heavens and reaching the pinnacle of this realm.

[This led to the argument that people like Lu Chen and Xie Guan, even today, would only be at the Dragon Court Realm, a level of cultivation merely the average for disciples entering the sects of the three major paths.]

However, no one expected this—

For six thousand years, countless brilliant and talented individuals have tried and failed, yet not a single one has been able to ascend to immortality!

Meanwhile, as more and more ancient legacies and ancient tombs reappear in the world, the cultivators of this generation are horrified to discover...

Even in the ancient era when spiritual energy was at its peak and the number of all races was a hundred times greater than it is today...

[Indeed... there has never been a true ascendant.]

Even a powerful emperor like himself was trapped and died within this realm.

This is why, in the three thousand years that followed, the names of Lu Chen and Xie Guan were once again revered, though their words were always tinged with a hint of melancholy: "They... were simply fortunate to have been born in a good era."

Zhuang Xiuyin came to his senses and saw that the talisman in front of Lu Beiyou had already been drawn, and the bloodstains on it had long since congealed.

The next moment, Lu Beiyou formed a hand seal, and the yellow paper spontaneously combusted, glowing faintly.

He clasped his hands together, his expression devout and solemn, and softly chanted, "Lu Beiyou, the 143rd generation disciple of the Three Truths Sect, respectfully invites the Ancestral Master!"

"Respectfully inviting the Ancestral Master?"

These words immediately drew the attention of those around them, their gazes filled with surprise and doubt.

[The founder of the Three Truths lineage? Could he possibly respond?]

However, as the talisman burned out and the smoke dissipated into the void, the surroundings remained as silent as ever, without the slightest sign of anything unusual.

Zhuang Xiuyin was puzzled, but he had a vague feeling that Lu Beiyou's actions were not without purpose.

Even when facing a life-or-death crisis, Lu Beiyou hadn't used this talisman; his use of it now must have a deeper meaning. After finishing everything, Lu Beiyou once again focused his gaze on the ascension platform.

His gaze finally settled gently on the young man in blue.

[On the Ascension Platform!]

After speaking, the woman in white raised her gaze again, looking into the endless void.

She slowly raised her right hand, holding the sword, the blade pointing towards the illusory cauldron, her voice clear and cold:

"In that case... I apologize for the inconvenience."

【"open--!"】

The illusory cauldron trembled, yet nothing could stop it.

With the last word uttered, she swung her sword once more.

This sword strike echoed the previous one; the original sword intent had transformed into a dazzling galaxy across the sky.

This sword strike was still unstoppable, yet completely different from before. It was like a newly kindled spark, ready to ignite a pyre once it fell into the galaxy of sword intent...

The moment these two intertwine will mark the beginning of this world's collapse and the rupture of the Heavenly Dao.

At that time, billions of living beings here will perish in the catastrophe.

A cyan sword light shot through the sky like a meteor, its momentum beyond the control of Ao Ming and the others.

They knew all too well that, let alone intercepting them, even getting slightly closer would likely result in them being torn apart and reduced to dust by that supreme sword intent.

The Heavenly Emperor intended to intervene, but the moment the woman in white raised her sword, the surrounding space and time froze.

Time seemed frozen, only able to flow again after that final sword strike.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword intent streaked across the sky like a stream of light, ultimately merging into the vast sword intent on the shores of the East China Sea.

The Heavenly Emperor finally placed his hopes on the great cauldron on the ascension platform, but the cauldron trembled slightly, seemingly powerless to reverse the situation.

"Am I truly destined to perish along with this world?" An overwhelming sense of resentment surged into the Heavenly Emperor's heart.

And you slowly raised your head, gazing at the sword light that tore through the sky.

Even Master Jiuyang, Ao Qing, and Dan Ling were powerless to stop it, only able to witness this dazzling yet world-destroying sword strike as if watching fireworks.

However, they knew all too well that after this splendor came not new life, but the desolate end of all things.

Ao Qing and Zishan Jun exchanged a silent glance, having already accepted this inevitable end.

Below the ascension platform, disciples from various sects unleashed their magical treasures for protection, their faces etched with despair.

Many people collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen.

At that very moment—

In the endless void, a golden light shone down, and a figure carrying a sword slowly stepped out from within the light.

The woman in white frowned, staring intently into the distance.

The sword-wielding youth casually reached out and grabbed at the comet-like, dazzling sword light.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the stream of light carrying supreme sword might gradually receded, finally transforming into a wisp of light, which he gently held between his fingers.

The young man slightly closed his two fingers, and the sword light shattered like glass, disappearing without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, he flicked his sleeve, and the overwhelming sword intent in the sky was instantly extinguished, leaving only a sky full of rosy clouds, spreading out like fiery sunset.

The woman in white slightly bent her knuckles, gripping the three-foot-long sword tightly, and said solemnly:

"Who...are you?"

The sword-wielding youth descended slowly from the void, the illusory cauldron from the Heavenly Emperor's treasury now silently hovering beside him.

The boy's gaze swept over the large cauldron: "Counting once counts as one person."

[The cauldron is struck!]

The boy smiled, emerging completely from the nothingness, his face clearly revealed between heaven and earth.

[Your eyes, gleaming with a subtle light, pierced through the endless void, landing on the figure emerging from the depths of the East Sea.]

The young man stood tall and straight, carrying a long sword on his back. His face was handsome and refined, exuding an air of scholarly elegance and nobility, yet no magical power emanated from him.

Like a refined and noble young man who has accidentally descended to the mortal world, gentle and elegant, untouched by worldly dust.

The young man stood on solid ground, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of space, fixed directly on the woman in white.

"I attained enlightenment in this realm six thousand years ago."

The sword-wielding youth's voice grew ever louder, not only resounding throughout the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury but also echoing like celestial music across the entire world.

"Six thousand years ago? This realm attained enlightenment?!"

[Master Jiuyang suddenly awoke: "That's it... six thousand years ago, the second ascension!"]

A glint appeared in Zhuang Xiuyin's beautiful eyes, as if she had remembered something.

The sword-wielding youth said, "Having defeated all enemies and endured countless hardships, I, at the age of sixteen, have cleaved this realm."

[Ant Master, Duobao Master, and the other two were also shocked, a name flashing through their minds.]

Tian Jingxu, Yue Yunqing, and Xu Wuji looked up, and all the disciples from various sects already knew who this person was.

Six thousand years ago, the one who ascended to this realm defeated all his enemies, and one of them attained enlightenment.

[Thank you, Da Qi!]

~

The East Sea, outside the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury.

On the vast blue sea.

The three Dragon Kings and the seventeen sect leaders stood in mid-air, their faces solemn and iron-like.

Everyone has already sensed it!
From the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury deep within the eye of that golden storm, another sword strike was unleashed.

The moment this sword falls will be the moment when all living beings in this world are ravaged and everything collapses. Heaven and earth will return to chaos, and the cycle of earth, water, fire, and wind will begin again.

However, they... were powerless to stop it in the slightest.

A giant whale's long cry echoed from the seabed, mournful as a dirge.

Right now!

Golden light shone down from the void, and the figure of a young man carrying a sword appeared gracefully.

The sword light was shattered, and the sword intent was dispelled, transforming into a fiery sunset.

A cold female voice came from within the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury, "Who... are you?"

The voice of the sword-wielding youth echoed between heaven and earth, spreading throughout the four seas.

"I attained enlightenment in this world six thousand years ago."

"Having defeated all enemies and endured countless hardships, I, at the age of sixteen, have cleaved this world open."

The three Dragon Kings and the seventeen sect leaders paled in shock.

The person who cleaved this world at the age of sixteen.

Six thousand years ago, there was only one person!
Thank you, Guan.

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(End of this chapter)