Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

The spirit of the artifact also had this intuition; such speed was simply extraordinary.

It wasn't until the token was transmitted, through the information sent by Quan Xiaotong, that they learned that Mo Xiuwen had once again created a trap.

"This Mo family kid is probably not far from opening up a new path of cultivation."

Even though Su Xiaoxiao didn't have the profound insight of the old Taoist priests or the keen sense of smell of Mu Zili, she still had her own knowledge.

Judging from Mo Xiuwen's astonishing mechanical designs time and time again, becoming the founder of a new path of cultivation is definitely not a problem.

The only issue is the timing.

But he quickly sighed and shook his head, "No, he's like Han Yu. This is a path only he can take; others can't take it even if they want to."

The spirit was utterly puzzled and asked.

"Why do you say that?"

Su Xiaoxiao sighed with regret, "He has squandered almost all the spirit stones in Zhongzhou."

In this way, the spirit of the artifact truly understood.

Mo Xiuwen's foundation was based on spirit stones, and it was Quan Xiaotong's madness in supplying him with spirit stones from the entire Central Continent that gave Mo Xiuwen the capital to continuously innovate.

However, once the spirit stones are exhausted, Mo Xiuwen's mechanical skills will probably become useless.

Perhaps a thousand years from now, it will only exist in legends.

This is the reason for his regret; this attack was too powerful, and it even severely embarrassed all cultivators.

To overcome the strong with the weak, and to defeat several major realms in a battle through collective effort.

Perhaps only Han Yu's physical cultivation method could suppress it; otherwise, all previous cultivation methods would have been completely suppressed.

"Not necessarily. Back then, the Mo family's mechanical arts also included techniques that didn't use spirit stones, and they still managed to become one of the Nine Sects."

The spirit frowned and said.

Su Xiaoxiao shook her head and said slowly.

"You must understand that the Mo family's mechanical arts and Mo Xiuwen's mechanical arts are two completely different things."

This is the most regrettable thing, perhaps even years after Zhongzhou overcame its difficulties.

People can only know that Mo Xiuwen made great contributions to Zhongzhou, but they can never imagine what kind of brilliance this young man truly possessed.

"Does it make sense?"

When Zhuihun returned, Mo Xiuwen stood on the sea, gazing at the boundless Tianbo Ferry with a complex expression.

Mourning, regret, and reluctance—all sorts of emotions surfaced.

He had almost squandered all the spirit stones; no one knew this better than himself.

His ideas probably come to an end here.

Zhuihun couldn't help but say, "If all else fails, we can keep this batch of spirit stones. If anyone dares to mess with us in the future, we can use them to blast their mothers."

Mo Xiuwen couldn't help but glare at him, and said with a sullen laugh, "If we can't win, we'll all die. What future is there then?"

Despite saying that, Mo Xiuwen's smile became increasingly bitter.

Zhuihun also felt somewhat uncomfortable; he was the one who had accompanied Mo Xiuwen as he grew up.

He saw all of Mo Xiuwen's changes, and it was because of this that he gradually became impressed by his talent and was willing to stay by his side and help him out.

Only he truly understood just how incredibly talented and brilliant this young man before him was.

But it was precisely because of those few broken stones that this road became impassable.

Zhuihun felt a surge of dissatisfaction, but then suddenly had a brilliant idea.

"How about we wait until that kid becomes a Heavenly Dao cultivator and then have him create a spirit stone vein for you?"

This is not a sudden whim; it has a high degree of practical application potential.

Given the nature of Mo Xiuwen's relationship with Han Yu, it was only a matter of a few words.

"No more spirit stones will appear!"

Mo Xiuwen spoke with absolute certainty, as if he were absolutely certain.

Zhuihun was puzzled, but Mo Xiuwen looked at him with a wry smile and asked a question in return.

Fatalism seems to exist only in Middle-earth; those outside Middle-earth often find it difficult to comprehend these two words.

So Mo Xiuwen didn't wait for the other party's reply and continued speaking on his own.

“I have a vague intuition that there is no way forward for me, or rather, there should be no way forward. My destiny is to help Zhongzhou win. This is the destiny that heaven and earth have given me.”

But that was not his destiny to attain enlightenment.

He even had a faint intuition that the spirit stone was born because of him and had been waiting for someone to truly use it for thousands of years.

"The Central Continent is in decline. To some extent, my Dao can overcome the strong with the weak, but what happens after we truly overcome the crisis?"

After the peace was restored, Central Continent naturally needed to get back on track. If Mo Xiuwen's mechanical arts continued to exist, then no one would need to cultivate so diligently, since everyone would be competing in mechanical arts anyway. "This would inevitably eliminate most of the most talented geniuses, and even... my path might cut off too many people's paths."

"Central Continent simply lacked sufficient foundation in the past, but what Central Continent needs in the future is the strength of individuals."

While his powerful group was certainly useful, it also had its limitations; otherwise, why would Han Yu have needed to charge into battle alone?

Admittedly, given his relationship with Han Yu, he wouldn't even need to mention it. If Han Yu were to truly become the Heavenly Dao, he probably wouldn't allow his Dao to be severed.

“I can’t make that request, or I’ll have to stop Han Yu from doing it later.”

“Spirit stones will eventually run out of resources. If everyone follows this path, the rate of depletion will only accelerate.”

"It has reached its end and cannot continue."

Mo Xiuwen spoke with deep sorrow.

Zhuihun took a deep breath and asked with a sense of loss, "Then what do you want to do?"

Mo Xiuwen glanced at Tian Bodu one last time with reluctance, clenched his fists involuntarily, and spoke in a low voice.

"I want to bloom one last time, to tell this world that I have been here, I have done it, and I have shone brightly."

……

The battle between the Reincarnation Disc and the Heavenly Dao Bell continues, but Han Yu is not idle.

With the Heavenly Bell acting as a check and balance, the Wheel of Reincarnation can't do anything at all.

He drew his Hexi Cleaver again, glanced at the remaining Faceless Ones, sighed, and swung the blade once more.

The Western Regions once again became a hellish place, filled with the constant wails and howls of ghosts. Han Yu killed more and more of them, and in the end, he even used divine fire to explode and cover the area.

The Hexi Cleave technique grew increasingly sharp, seemingly becoming stronger with each plunder Han Yu amassed.

Now, it has even reached the point where it can still unleash its full power without needing a spirit to possess it.

The crisscrossing blades slashed across the western border, gradually reducing the number of Faceless Ones.

With the explosion of the divine fire, the massacre became exceptionally swift.

As time goes by, the stars shift and the moon sets and the sun rises.

As the first rays of dawn fell, they shone on Han Yu's fluttering robes.

He was the only living person left in the entire Western Region; the horde of Faceless Ones had finally vanished into thin air.

The original races he created ultimately became a thing of the past under his blade.

At that very moment, a roar came from within the Wheel of Reincarnation, only to be suddenly withdrawn.

Upon seeing this, Han Yu immediately shouted.

"Stop it for me!"

If the Wheel of Reincarnation wants to leave, where can it go? Naturally, it wants to return to the original hand.

How could Han Yu possibly grant His wish!

Immediately, the Heavenly Dao Bell was ordered to surround it, and the huge bell leaped up and instead pressed down on the Wheel of Reincarnation.

Unfortunately, the other side was even faster at escaping.

After several rounds of entanglement, the Reincarnation Disc finally broke free from the Heavenly Dao Bell's grasp and flew madly towards the Southern Territory.

Han Yu frowned and stared at the southern border for a moment, but still didn't go there. Suddenly, he turned around and faced the overseas direction.

There's a bunch of damned things waiting for him to get rid of them.

Before leaving, Han Yu still used the token to transmit his voice.

"The western border is safe!"

What does safety mean?
Quan Xiaotong and Yin Wang looked at each other in bewilderment, then suddenly realized something at the same time.

Safety means that Han Yu has wiped out the entire place.

Both of them simultaneously began frantically dispatching cultivators to advance back towards the Western Region.

Shortly after Han Yu disappeared, a large number of cultivators began to enter the Western Region.

overseas!

As the Awakening of Insects approached, my unease grew stronger.

He suddenly felt a pang of regret, regretting that he hadn't joined forces with Yan Yi's side immediately.

Since the celestial beings dared to place the Milky Way here, they naturally weren't afraid of others coveting it.

"I should gather all my strength and charge over there."

Jingzhe's face was extremely grim; he had ultimately made the wrong choice. (End of Chapter)