People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 818 Going Against the Current, the Final Chapter of Investiture of the Gods

It's like a fish being thrown from one pond to another.

That dazzling band of light completely restored that shattered world.

Lu Yue clearly sensed that the foundation of his Great Dao Palace seemed to have increased considerably. After devouring this complete God-Sealing Realm, everything seemed to be evolving towards an unpredictable future.

Chaos without end.

There was no concept of heaven and earth, but after absorbing this world, it gradually came into being.

Lu Yue is like a great Dao, overlooking the evolution of chaos. In the world of Investiture of the Gods, if someone breaks through to the Hunyuan Daluo realm, they will still evolve within his Great Dao.

Like a speck of dust.

It started to have weight.

After doing all this, Lü Yue's Dharma body gradually shrank, returning to the appearance of the red-robed Taoist. He walked into the Great Dao Palace, and a wisp of divine thought landed in the Investiture of the Gods world.

He looked at the terrified beings in the world of Investiture of the Gods and smiled calmly.

"You need not be alarmed. When Ancestor Shichen perished, the origin of the Investiture of the Gods world had already collapsed and dissipated. I have reshaped the origin of the Investiture of the Gods, and you are all safe and sound."

"Thank you, Great Dao Venerable."

Their voices trembled uncontrollably, so much so that they dared not even glance at Lü Yue. With a wave of his hand, he reshaped the Heavenly Dao. In Lü Yue's eyes, Hongjun Daozu and many other saints were nothing but weeds.

Although they were not killed.

But it also suppressed them in the long river of time.

There was absolutely no resistance.

"Great Dao Venerable, can you forgive us?" A barely perceptible voice emerged from the bottom of the River of Time.

Lü Yue frowned slightly.

Staring at Hongjun Daozu, who was suppressed deep within the River of Time, his last bit of patience was exhausted.

He said coldly, "You have repeatedly plotted against me. If I hadn't intended to see you contend with Pangu, Hongjun, do you think you would have dared to speak with me here?"

"You have disappointed me greatly."

Hongjun was ice-cold all over, his gray hair was a little messy, and he continued to beg for mercy: "Great Dao Venerable, I can obey any of your orders, and I will never disobey you again, fellow Daoist."

"late!"

Lü Yue waved his hand.

The river of time surged, transforming into towering waves that crashed against Hongjun, stripping him of his Dao Fruit and utterly annihilating him, as was the so-called mythical primordial world of Lü Yue.

I have lost all interest.

In the end, it's nothing more than a pseudo-mythological world.

When the ancient Heavenly Dao of Hongjun Daozu changed the evolution of the mythical primordial world, it had become something incongruous, especially for Lü Yue, who had already embarked on his own path.

I've lost all interest.

Even Pangu, in his eyes, was nothing more than an unqualified tool. When he reversed the flow of time and came to the mythical primordial world, he instantly took the mythical primordial world into the Great Dao Palace.

Let Pangu be just a tool for creating the world.

This would also save him from endless ascetic practices.

As for all living beings in the Investiture of the Gods world, whether they were the Chan, Jie, or human races, they were in a daze, completely shocked by the great power displayed by Lü Yue.

And the fear of the new world.

These things were no longer important to Lü Yue.

but.

This also gave him some basic understanding of the path of cultivation in the future, which is the Great Dao of Devouring, or the Path of Plunder.

The Great Way is formless.

To reach the highest level.

Only through plunder can one find a glimmer of hope.

As he rose from humble beginnings, his journey was destined to be filled with bloodshed and turmoil, whether it was seizing opportunities from others or plundering their fortunes.

There has never been a pause.

Having finally managed to build the Great Dao Palace with the help of three thousand primordial purple qi, he thought he could rest for a while and watch the changing winds and clouds, but in the end he was still outmaneuvered by Pangu and Hongjun.

Everyone thought he was not someone to mess with.

Therefore, everyone wanted to fire him.

How absurd!

All he ever wanted was to live a carefree life in the mortal world. The reason he ended up like this was entirely due to their relentless pressure.

"Now that this matter is settled, it's time to leave."

Just as Lü Yue turned to leave.

In the world of Investiture of the Gods.

Daoist Duobao suddenly spoke up: "Lu Yue, since you have a past with the Jie Sect, and have paid your respects to your master as a disciple, could you please return your master and rewrite this world of Investiture of the Gods?"

"We, the Jie Sect, consider ourselves the Lords of the Primordial World."

Lü Yue lowered his head and looked at the ambitious Duobao.

They governed the primordial heavenly way with the teachings of the Jie Sect.

Isn't this just making him laugh?
The teachings of the Jie Sect: to cut off a glimmer of hope for all sentient beings.

There are always some who slip through the net, break free from the cataclysmic events, escape the game of Gods, and then seek their own path in the boundless chaos, hoping to eventually reach their own Great Dao Palace.

Make eye contact with him.

This seemed quite troublesome. After a moment's thought, he said, "The past cannot be retrieved, and the future cannot be sought!"

"I am not only Lü Yue of the Jie Sect, but also the Great Dao Venerable above all living beings. Naturally, I cannot make an exception for you. Moreover, in my opinion, everything requires one's own efforts."

Why should I need charity from others?

"Heaven's way is unruly; you may all strive to cross it. Let's see who has the superior skill."

"As for the saints, they are merely projections; they have long since returned to their original forms." Lü Yue smiled 'kindly.' The saints' projections were merely fragments retrieved from the river of time by the Time Ancestor.

Is it available?

It may not be there.

It is omnipresent and exists everywhere.

Lü Yue transformed them into the origin of the Investiture of the Gods world, reshaping the Investiture of the Gods framework.

It can also be said that in the world of Investiture of the Gods, saints no longer exist, but have long since transformed into a power. If a destined person finds it, they can use the saint's power to immediately become a saint in this world of Investiture of the Gods.

"I'm leaving."

"I hope that in the future you will be able to leave this world and come to find me in the chaos." With a slight thought, Lü Yue's divine sense left the Investiture of the Gods world without hesitation.

In chaos.

There must be even higher levels of scenery; he wanted to explore the highest realms.

I want to explore that chaotic sea.

How could I possibly waste any more time here?

With a thought, after merging into himself, his hands tore through the barriers of endless space and time, following the mysterious lines of cause and effect, completely leaving this branch of the river of time, and returning once again to the even more vast river of time, carrying the burden towards the unknown source.

Ancestor of Time.

In the end, he was nothing more than a demon god born from chaos, who wanted to merge with the river of time and thereby control the Great Dao of Time. In his eyes, his behavior was like that of a clown.

The river of time.

Without beginning or end!

If that's the case, it's easy to be controlled.

At best, it was merely taking a tributary from the river of time and letting it evolve in the direction he envisioned.

That's it.

In an instant.

Lu Yue's figure disappeared at the end of time in the world of Investiture of the Gods, as if he had never appeared or come here. They seemed to be frozen in the ribbon that evolved from the tributary of the river of time.

As Lü Yue stepped onto the main channel of the true river of time, he felt that the surrounding scenery and pressure were completely different. The river was still surging and turbulent, as if it had carried endless eras.

It is filled with a sense of vicissitude.

Each wave reflects the birth and death of a world, the rise and fall of a civilization.

This!

It is merely a corner of the myriad realms.

It has a powerful projection.

Some gods and demons even created paintings with their brushes.

vary.

(End of this chapter)