In the heavens, people become emperors by being bad.

Chapter 532 [You're awake, congratulations...] (4000 words)

"The Dao Ancestor is being far too extreme."

Zhang Bairen shook his head, feeling that Lin Xian was being too conspiratorial. There was naked evil in this world, such as the Supreme Being of the Forbidden Zone, and these were within reach and deserved to be defeated.

However, if you say that the universe is a series of reincarnations and that all living beings live in a dream of the creator god, it is too illusory and unrealistic.

Let alone the general public, even an old man like Zhang Bairen finds it hard to accept.

"If that were not the case, why would the Desolate Emperor have severed all ages with a single sword and never returned?"

Lin Xian gazed at the sky, looking into the dark and deep void, and slowly said, "You and I both live under a veil. What we see and hear are all reflections, so we cannot see the truth."

When the Desolate Emperor was mentioned, Zhang Bairen paused slightly. He could disbelieve Lin Xian, but he could not disbelieve the Desolate Emperor, who was the only immortal in all eternity.

If even the Desolate Heavenly Emperor is wrong, then everything is truly over.

“But if we keep offering sacrifices like this, when will it end?” Zhang Bairen pondered. “We sacrifice away the falsehood and see the truth, but once we see the truth, how do we distinguish it from the truth?”

"If even the truth is sacrificed, then what difference is there between truth and falsehood? I'm afraid it will drive people mad."

"Are you out of your mind? How dare you say such things?" Lin Xian's expression changed drastically. She quickly stood up, covered Zhang Bairen's mouth, and scolded, "You can lie, but telling the truth will kill you."

Zhang Bairen was suddenly horrified. Looking into the depths of the universe, he saw that Lin Daozu was so tense. Could it be that there really was an indescribable being, towering above the infinite heights, looking down upon all living beings?

After a long while, the world remained calm and nothing ominous happened to the red-haired man. Lin Xian finally breathed a sigh of relief and then lamented, "Perhaps there is no difference between reality and falsehood. Everything is illusory, and everything is also real."

"For the dreamer, the dream is an illusion; for the person in the dream, the dream is the real world. Madness and spiritual practice are only a thought away."

"All sentient beings must undergo the cycle of reincarnation to attain true cultivation!"

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, a secret realm of the Sea of ​​Wheels floated in his palm, manifesting the surging sea of ​​suffering, endless reincarnation, rising again and again from ruin and reviving from annihilation, sacrificing himself to reach the other shore, not for immortality, but to glimpse the truth and get closer to reality.

Because it is close to reality, it is close to the Tao, and thus one's aptitude and lifespan are slightly improved.

The cause and effect are inseparable and cannot be reversed.

"Cultivation?" Zhang Bairen was so captivated by the Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm that he subconsciously asked, "What's the difference between this and cultivating immortality?"

Throughout history, all the great talents and emperors have strived for immortality, and they have used every means to conquer the Immortal Realm.

Cultivating immortality, achieving the path to immortality, and attaining eternal life—this is the theme of this vast universe.

As for seeking truth, sorry, we're all living life to the fullest and don't have the extra lifespan to ponder such grandiose and empty topics.

Instead of wasting time, it would be better to refine a couple more Nine-Turn Immortal Pills to increase one's blood and lifespan.

“Cultivating immortality is addition, while cultivating truth is subtraction.” Lin Xian pondered and said, “When you reach the level of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, you begin to subtract and seek truth.”

The three thousand great paths lead to the same destination. Whether it is the path of sacrifice or the path of reduction to emptiness, it is all about subtraction, returning what the heavens and the universe have given you, in order to transcend.

However, those on the other side are more gentle, choosing a lucky person as their debt heir to bear the consequences.

The emperors of this great universe are rather stubborn, choosing to sacrifice themselves time and time again between life and death. With death, their debts are cleared, thus attaining great freedom and transcendence.

"The realm of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?" Zhang Bairen said in astonishment, "Then one must at least become an immortal."

Immortals who ascend to immortality in the mortal world no longer seek the fruits of longevity from heaven, earth, and the universe. Only when they are difficult to bury in the heavens and difficult to destroy on earth are they qualified to begin subtraction. This is a rehearsal for the sacrificial ceremony. However, Lin Xian's method of cultivation begins with subtraction from the Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm, which is truly unbelievable.

"Naturally, it's not like the Desolate Heaven Emperor's method of seeking truth through subtraction." Lin Xian chuckled and said leisurely, "The method of the Other Shore is about cultivating truth through the false!"

"Upon reaching the level of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, having touched the upper limit of dreams and reached the ceiling of reincarnation, there is no room for falsehood, and he is bound to bury heaven and earth in a spectacular manner."

"We are not immortals in the mortal world; we are still in the cycle of reincarnation, struggling in the sea of ​​suffering. We still need to learn from heaven and earth, follow the way of nature, use the false to cultivate the true, and refine the false into the true."

One is to smash the mirror and step out of the world in the mirror, while the other is to wipe away the dust on the mirror, see the true self, and see the world in the mirror clearly. They are not comparable.

After a pause, Lin Xian added, "Although dreams are illusory, they originate from reality. There is reality within illusion, and illusion within reality. They are hazy and indistinct, sometimes present and sometimes absent, which is what makes them sacred."

Lin Xian's words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, shaking Zhang Bairen's soul and leaving this ancient hero completely stunned, muttering, "So that's how it is, so that's how it is..."

This is the true nature of the sacred ritual. Because it is sometimes real and sometimes unreal, its realm is also ethereal and elusive. One moment it can defy the gods, and the next it is not even as good as a god who has just begun to ignite the divine fire.

Sacred ritual is not a realm, but a state!
Similarly, the other shore method opened up by Lin Xian is not a true other shore being, but a state of other shore.

"Tao can be a way, but it is not a permanent way. Name, it can be a name, but it is not a permanent name."

Lin Xian smiled, as if the Buddha were teaching, and whispered, "This is called the other shore, but it is not the other shore."

If one seeks the other shore with a mind that yearns for enlightenment, it will be difficult to see the true face of the Tathagata.

Only when one is neither on this shore nor on the other shore nor in the middle of the stream can one achieve true Nirvana and true arrival at the shore.

"Difficult, difficult, difficult..."

Zhang Bairen tried this method for the first time and found it extremely mysterious. As a hero of the chaotic ancient times, he found it so difficult to practice. How much more difficult would it be for the secret realm cultivators in the Great Universe of Shrouding the Heavens who replaced their wisdom with astonishing power and could train their brains into muscles?

I can shatter it with a single punch. What do you care about your Dao heart or your pursuit of truth? None of them compare to my golden blood energy brimming with power!
Micro-management? Don't be ridiculous. Ever since the progenitor Huangtian Emperor, who used his own body as a seed, everyone has been playing the game of brute force to create miracles.

“The devil is in the details.” Zhang Bairen sighed, then asked in bewilderment, “Throughout the ages, there have been many saints who mastered a single secret realm, so why has no one been able to decipher its profound mysteries?”

Since the Celestial Venerable of Tribulation compiled the Secret Realm Method, countless geniuses and outstanding individuals have emerged, including even Heavenly Emperors. Have they not discovered the mysteries of the other side of the Bitter Sea and researched a state similar to a sacred ritual?

Why must we wait for Lin Daozu to appear before we open the road? Could this be Lin Xian's mission?

Zhang Bairen felt a chill run down his spine as he thought about it more and more; the stronger the feeling became, the more uneasy he felt.

"It's not that no one figured it out, but that all those who did are dead." Lin Xian sighed, mentioning a name: "Lingbao Tianzun!"

Was it really a coincidence that Lingbao Tianzun created the Sutra of Salvation?

A celestial emperor who fought for survival in the mortal world fell, collapsing in the passage of time. Who was it that secretly harmed him?

It was either the Underworld Emperor or the Celestial Venerable Lingbao who, through the Underworld Emperor, followed the clues upstream and found some traces. "Recite it ten times, and all the heavens will chant in the distance, all emperors will offer their rites, rivers and seas will fall silent, and mountains will hide in the clouds..."

As Lin Xian chanted the sutra of salvation, a mysterious power seemed to stir throughout the entire world, profound and mysterious, making people feel refreshed and happy.

"Reincarnation!"

Zhang Bairen was suddenly startled. This was not the cycle of reincarnation created by the Underworld Emperor, nor the underworld left behind by Cao Yusheng, but rather originated from an even more ancient era.

This ancient underworld, this ancient power of reincarnation, exists in both the chaotic ancient era and the immortal ancient era.

The former Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King and Immortal Monk King of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths started their careers by researching this power.

"The death of this Celestial Venerable is definitely a big problem. Whether it is the Other Shore Divine Realm or the Heavenly Soldier Ancient Star, we must go and take a look at the secret realm transformed by this Celestial Venerable of Spiritual Treasure."

"The secret realms of Lunhai and Sendai can be traced, but where did the other secret realms go?"

Lin Xian pondered for a moment, then stepped into the starry sky, grabbed the playful dog with a slap, took the holy blood it had painstakingly collected, and coughed lightly, saying, "You can't handle this holy blood, let this Holy Lord do it."

"Damn it..." Black Emperor glared angrily. He knew that Lord Lin was a dog, but he didn't expect him to be even more of a dog than a dog.

"This Holy Lord will not take advantage of you for nothing. Here, I'll give you a Holy Body, Ye Fan."

Lin Xian tossed Ye Shengti, who was fast asleep like a baby, to the Black Emperor, and then instructed, "I didn't use too much force; he'll wake up in three days."

"Your Majesty is wise!" The Black Emperor immediately revealed a fawning smile, shouting "Long live the Holy Lord!" He firmly supported Lin Xian's rule and was determined to overthrow the group of ambitious people led by Ye Fan.

Zhang Bairen's lips twitched; he really wanted to know how a dog could make such an expression.

"Woof, woof, woof, this must be three big bowls of the Heavenly Emperor's blood!"

Black Emperor laughed heartily, hands on his hips, and then took a bite without any hesitation. A crisp, melodious cracking sound rang out as the dog tooth, comparable to a sacred artifact, broke instantly.

"Uncle Black Emperor..." When Ye Tianxuan and the others arrived, they were all speechless.

The big black dog was jumping around, covering its mouth, looking utterly pathetic.

"Tsk tsk, this is a head that has withstood the test of an imperial weapon."

Lin Xian joked, weighing the Fuxi Dragon Stele in his hand. This was another miracle after the Great Emperor Wushi, catching an imperial weapon with his head, a once-in-a-millennium event.

Ye Fan's physical body has become so powerful that it's unbelievable. Not to mention the Black Emperor, even a great sacred artifact might not be able to cut through his sacred body.

"Damn it!" Black Emperor cursed. "Did this kid turn himself into a weapon? Whose body is so tough? It's really a hardship for someone with a primordial Dao embryo."

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Then, Fairy Zixia chased the Black Emperor across the starry sky. After obtaining the inheritance of Yaochi Holy Land, the innate Dao embryo played its due role. Proving the Dao may be difficult, but she definitely has a place among the Quasi-Emperors.

Special physical constitution is not just a figure of speech; its ability to guarantee a minimum standard of living is incredibly strong.

With the presence of the Queen Mother of the West, even if Fairy Zixia relies on her past achievements and follows the same old path, she can still reach the ninth level of Quasi-Emperor.

"If the innate Dao embryo is this terrifying, then the innate holy body Dao embryo is an even more heaven-defying physique comparable to the chaotic body."

Lin Xian clicked her tongue in amazement and quickly fixed her gaze on Ye Tianxuan.

Ye Tianxuan felt uneasy under Lin Xian's gaze and subconsciously took a step back, weakly asking, "Master, what are you going to do?"

Lin Xian immediately grinned mischievously and lowered his voice, saying, "Little guy, do you want to be the Heavenly Xuan Saint Lord?"

"The Holy Lord of Tianxuan?"

Ye Tianxuan was stunned for a moment, then looked at her unconscious father and hesitated, saying, "Isn't this a bad idea?"

"There's nothing wrong with it. Lord Ye has encountered a great calamity, causing him to fall into a coma and become unable to support the great cause of Tianxuan. For the sake of the empire of our ancestors, we can only entrust the position of Lord Ye to you." Lin Xian sighed, almost shedding tears, as if she was truly saddened by Ye Fan's misfortune, her voice even becoming somewhat choked with emotion.

This acting was truly heartbreaking and tear-jerking.

As for where Ye Shengti's great calamity came from, let's not ask such detailed questions.

“Master, I think…” Ye Tianxuan hesitated, but before she could say more, she suddenly noticed that she had a small crown on her head.

This is a token passed down from generation to generation of Tianxuan Holy Masters, and was given to Lin Xian by the old madman, the former Holy Son of Tianxuan.

Now, Lin Xian has once again invited the old madman, the Great Sage, to be his witness.

The old madman was so tall and imposing, with thick, black hair and deep eyes, standing like an ancient god, exuding authority without anger. He was only half a step away from entering the Quasi-Emperor realm, but faced with this situation, he was utterly speechless and could only nod and say, "You handle it."

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xian asked Xiao Song, "Child, do you want to become the Holy Lord of Tianxuan? Once you become the Holy Lord, you will have great power, be able to command the wind and rain, and do whatever you want."

"Holy Lord, please have some decency."

Even Longma couldn't stand it anymore and shook his head repeatedly. "You actually asked a cultivator with a pure heart whether he wanted power or not? Even Duan De wouldn't do something like that."

Xiao Song blinked her innocent eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, her hair falling loose, looking very delicate and pure. She glanced at Ye Fan and asked cutely, "Like Senior Brother Ye, can I do whatever I want?"

In an instant, the scene fell silent, and everyone burst into laughter.

Lin Xian's face darkened. She coughed lightly and forcibly changed the subject, asking, "Then do you want to be the Holy Lord? I fully support you."

"I don't want to." Xiao Song shook his head. His happiest days were on Kunlun Mountain, gathering medicinal herbs, observing the immortal tree, studying the green cauldron, and refining immortal gold. He lived an ordinary life without any desire for power.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xian asked again, and together with Ye Tianxuan, they declined the offer three times, finally succeeding in taking the position.

"Wonderful."

Lin Xian clapped his hands and laughed. With the old madman as a witness and Xiao Song, a candidate for holy son, sincerely declining, it was clear that the inheritance of their Tianxuan Holy Land was extremely orthodox, emphasizing filial piety and brotherly love, and unparalleled harmony.

With such a righteous and upright court, there was no need for any formalities or the presence of major holy sites as witnesses. Taking advantage of Ye Fan's three-day coma, everyone conducted the abdication ceremony on the primitive planet of the tenth level of the human race.

On the third day, Ye Fan groggily awoke from his unconscious state and suddenly found a large black dog squatting in front of him, grinning maliciously and cawing:
"Ye Fan, you're awake! Congratulations on becoming the Emperor Emeritus!"

(End of this chapter)