You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

On the seventh dawn after the disappearance of the Blood Alliance, the first to go crazy was the snow in the North. The pale snowflakes began to hunt birds, piercing their prey's eyes with their crystal edges and building twisted ice sculptures on the corpses. Passing caravans saw human figures sealed in the ice sculptures, and those figures were chanting the forgotten Blood Alliance spells.

Jiang Qiu ran towards the East China Sea on the fanged land, witnessing the wonders of spiritual power running wild along the way: the farmer's hoe split the earth ditch and gushed out magma, the lame old man sneezed and summoned a hurricane, and the dead fetus cried in the coffin and triggered thunder. The main demon core continued to grow crystal clusters in Jiang Qiu's chest, each of which pierced the skin and extended outward, like weaving some kind of defensive armor.

The tragic situation at Penglai Ferry confirmed the worst guess. The mermaids of the East China Sea, who had lost the suppression of the contract, were "reverting to their ancestors". Their fish tails split into octopus tentacles, and their singing shattered all the colored glass within thirty miles. When Jiang Qiu jumped into the boiling sea, he saw twelve crystal tombs rising from the seabed - they were the ancestors of the demon race who were sealed during the ancient war, and their revival was rewriting the laws of the ocean.

"Beyond the rules is hell." Sitting in the crater of the seabed, the glazed shadow of the Xihe Witch was sitting. Her voice was mixed with the wails of thousands of drowned people. "Look at your left hand."

The palm of the hand shows a collapsing fate line, and eyeballs grow from each broken line. These pupils reflect disasters in different time and space: the sand in the northwest desert has gained the desire to reproduce and swallowed up the entire camel caravan; the house-guarding beasts on the eaves of the imperial city have collectively become the source of plague; even time itself has begun to scab, and the dead souls of the Wei and Jin dynasties have been reborn in the streets of the Sui and Tang dynasties.

The main demon core suddenly trembled violently, dragging Jiang Qiu into the abyss of consciousness. Here floated the taboos that the blood alliance system had suppressed: the Taoist corpse-reincarnation secret technique, the demon race's bloodline reincarnation curse, and the black eggs condensed from humans' greed for immortality. At this moment, all the taboos were frantically replicating, and Jiang Qiu's meridians became a battlefield for them to fight for.

When he returned to reality, his body had transformed into a moving source of disaster. The rocks he stepped on sprouted flesh and blood, the water vapor he exhaled bred poisonous bacteria, and even his shadow was eating the light. Penglai Island collapsed before his eyes, and the remains of the cultivators and the organs of the mountain-guarding beasts merged in the air, giving birth to a winged monster with a human face.

When killing the ninth mutant, Jiang Qiu touched upon the core law of power rampage—every living being was releasing its repressed nature. The Taoist's golden elixir expanded into a small sun and burned down the sect, the fox demon's tail split infinitely into a caterpillar storm, and even the plants were using their roots to engage in a brutal territorial war.

The most deadly change occurred on the day of Jingzhe. The first spring thunder split the boundary between yin and yang, and all dead things gained a pseudo-soul. The dilapidated temple where Jiang Qiu lived suddenly shrank into a stomach sac, and a curtain of digestive fluid hung between the beams and pillars. When he escaped, the entire peach forest was spelling blood books with petals, and the content was unexpectedly the "Chaos Heart Sutra" of the founder of Qingxu Temple.

When they met the surviving centipede rebels deep in the peach forest, they were holding a terrifying fusion ceremony. Twenty monsters connected their spines to form a centipede-shaped meat mountain, and every face kept repeating: "New rules are needed." But when Jiang Qiu wanted to get closer, the meat mountain suddenly exploded, and the flying pieces of meat turned into barbed laws and regulations, which were automatically compiling a brutal new covenant.

The main demon core issued a warning at this moment, and Jiang Qiu jumped onto the thunderstorm that was mating in the clouds. When passing through the ionosphere, he saw that the starry sky was rearranging, and the Big Dipper formed a huge keyhole shape. From the depths of the keyhole floated the fragments of the bronze tripod, on which was engraved the final plan to deal with the end of the law: use Jiang Qiu's crystal core as a guide to restart the blood alliance.

The most terrifying mutation comes from within. After seven consecutive days and nights without sleep, Jiang Qiu began to hear the whispers of the Creator. Those voices induced Jiang Qiu to devour the mutants and embed the crystal core into the earth veins to recast the contract. After waking up from a coma, he found that his right hand was automatically engraving the decree, and kneeling in front of him were three thousand human-demon hybrids with dilated pupils.

On the night of the decisive battle in the East China Sea, Jiang Qiu rushed towards the starry sky keyhole with the awareness of self-destruction. However, the tentacles of the main demon core pierced into the cosmic rift first and established a connection with a higher-dimensional existence. At the moment of sublimation of consciousness, Jiang Qiu understood the essence of the power runaway - this was the origin of the universe blocked by the Blood Alliance that was infiltrating, and all living beings were forced to face the true law of chaos.

When the tentacles of truth extended from the other end of the keyhole, the tidal pattern left by the West River Witch suddenly reversed. Jiang Qiu tempered his lifelong memories into a poisonous blade and stabbed it into the core of the main demon core. In the strong light bursting from the shattering crystal core, all the runaway forces suddenly stopped, and the universe was as quiet as if the reset button was pressed.

But the silence only lasted seven heartbeats. A new crystal core emerged from the wreckage, and what flowed on its surface was no longer the blood alliance pattern, but the embryonic form of the order that all things spontaneously generated. The first mutant seabird swooped over the sea, and the ripples drawn by its wings were writing a new law of operation in the sea water...

When the first Tree of Law sprouted from the cracks in Jiang Qiu's crystal core, it was the time when two moons were in the sky. This plant, which was composed entirely of luminous formulas, had its roots buried in the broken main demon core, and between its branches hung fruits of different colors of the law of cause and effect. When Jiang Qiu picked the indigo fruit, the sea within a hundred miles suddenly solidified into a geometric maze - the waves were fixed into an icosahedron, and the trajectory of the fish school turned into a Riemann function image.

The ruins of Penglai have become a testing ground for a new ecology. The surviving mermaids have built paradox nests on coral reefs. Their songs no longer trigger tsunamis, but instead turn physical constants into adjustable parameters. Jiang Qiu witnessed a young mermaid filtering seawater with her gills, and she actually extracted fresh water in the form of a Klein bottle. This topological water source lifted the entropy curse on the entire sea area.

At the ruins of the old Qingxu Temple, self-growing mosses are covering the broken walls. The mucus secreted by these mosses has the ability to partially rewrite reality: the sword-testing stone with many sword scars grows breathing metal lungs, and the annual rings of the locust tree scorched by lightning emerge with dynamic star maps. A group of monks who took off their Taoist robes established the "Chaos Zen Temple" here. They transformed their Dantian into a micro-law engine through meditation, and are now arguing about how much the gravity coefficient should be adjusted to in order to optimize rice production.

The most amazing changes occurred in the former demon core contaminated area. The wriggling carpet of flesh evolved into collective intelligence, forming a "birth field" covering 300 miles. Every blade of grass in the field is a living mathematical formula, which generates new elementary particles through photosynthesis. When deer gnaw on these grasses, their horns will evolve into different forms of infinity symbols, and their hoof prints will imprint the temporary laws of physics on the ground.

Jiang Qiu discovered the tidal legacy of the Xihe Witch in the depths of the wilderness. Her colored glass fragments have been reassembled into seven inverted colored glass towers, and the speed of time in the towers is exponentially different from that in the outside world. In a certain tower layer, the residual soul of the last Blood Alliance elder is being accelerated - experiencing a species evolution every millisecond, eventually degenerating into a single-celled organism and returning to human form, becoming a living library for studying the evolution of life.

The transportation network of the new ecology is constructed by fluorescent seaweed. The mucus secreted by these seaweeds solidifies into a Möbius-shaped road under the moonlight, and walking on it will trigger random teleportation. At the end of a loop, Jiang Qiu ran into the descendants of the centipede rebels. They have evolved into ring-shaped creatures connected head to tail, and recited different versions of the "Autogenic Code" with three hundred mouths at the same time. "Every creature is a legislator." A resonant harmony came from the ring-shaped creatures, and the symbiotic stomachs they displayed were floating with miniature universes, "but be careful of those bubbles of laws that cannot be self-consistent."

The warning came true at the seventh sunset. A group of monsters that failed to adapt to the new rules attacked the Glazed Tower. Their howls would collapse the probability cloud. When the claws of one of them were about to tear the tower base, Jiang Qiu threw the bright red fruit of the Tree of Law. The moment the fruit exploded, the attacker was frozen in the superposition of thirty-six parallel realities, and each reality gave birth to a completely different food chain.

The mermaid kingdom in the deep sea began to reverse osmosis to the land. Their paradoxical nests grew aerial roots, forming a coral neural network on the coastline. These half-plant, half-architectural structures constantly secreted cognitive filters to help land creatures understand nonlinear time and space. Jiang Qiu met a group of human-faced whales at the largest neural node. Liquid logic surged in their fountains, and they were compiling a case collection for the Ocean Court.

The most dangerous ecological reconstruction occurs at the level of consciousness. On a rainy night, all mammals suddenly shared a memory bank. Jiang Qiu witnessed how the wolf pack understood the beauty of pi, how the oxen deduced differential equations while chewing the cud, and how his crystal core began to automatically generate metacode. This super-conscious connection lasted for nine breaths until a fox tried to define "free will", causing the entire network to collapse due to a logical paradox.

At the border of the fertile wilderness, Jiang Qiu participated in the first new ecological arbitration. The defendant was a mass of low-temperature plasma that claimed to be "absolute zero", and the plaintiff was a volcanic rock that could photosynthesize. They debated the ownership of entropy in topological language, and the branches of the tree of law finally made the decision: the time axis of the disputed area was bent into a ring, so that both sides could coexist permanently in the cycle.

When the two moons overlapped again, the cracks in the crystal core had spread all over his body. Jiang Qiu lay in the canopy of the tree of law, watching the twinkling nebulae in the transparent fruits newly grown between the branches. A fruit suddenly fell between his eyebrows, and in an instant Jiang Qiu existed in all the self-generated laws at the same time - a note in the mermaid ballad, a variable parameter in the Chaos Zen Temple, and a drop of liquid logic in the human-faced whale fountain.

When the morning light pierces the sky, the body begins to quantize. When fingers pass through the morning mist, they leave Fourier transform ripples, and the breath condenses into a string theory model. Jiang Qiu realizes that he is becoming an observer anchor of the new ecology, and every vibration of the crystal core provides an observation fulcrum for this world compiled by Jiang Qiu.

The collective singing of human-faced whales can be heard from the deep sea, and their songs are folding the Pacific Ocean into a four-dimensional structure. Jiang Qiu walks towards the junction of the sea and the sky on the self-generated Klein bottle stairs, and the continent behind him constantly reorganizes the landforms and laws. When the last piece of flesh and blood is transformed into a pure energy state, the underlying rhythm of the new ecology can finally be heard - it is an endless movement interwoven by the self-created melody of all things.

The third illusion was collapsing, and Jiang Qiu woke up from it. He gradually felt that the residual soul of A Xiong that he had gained from the first environment was becoming richer. It seemed that as long as he successfully experienced an illusion, he could achieve such an effect, and the method to go to the fifth heaven was the same.

Without further ado, he entered the fourth illusion.

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The blood moon hangs under the nebula in the shape of a nine-tailed fox, and the Yinyin Forest is breathing.

The roots of tens of millions of crystallized ancient trees interweave into a neural network in the earth veins. Whenever the moonlight penetrates the emerald treetops, the translucent branches emit a humming sound like strings. Jiang Qiu stepped barefoot on the carpet woven with mycelium. As soon as his toes touched the ground, the fluorescent moss bloomed into rippling blue lotuses - this was the welcoming gift of the fox tribe's territory, and each lotus condensed into a prayer in the air.

Fireflies holding lanterns floated down from the treetops. These spirits, formed from the obsessions of the demon race, had bodies made of half-melted beeswax, and their abdomens imprisoned the residual souls of warriors who died in battle three hundred years ago. Wherever they passed, phosphorus powder painted fragments of the fox epic in the air: the scene of the nine-tailed fox tearing the sky and attracting the galaxy had not yet dissipated, and in the blink of an eye it turned into the scene of the Queen of Qingqiu forging chains with moonlight to imprison the thunder beast.

Passing by seven coral maples arranged in a dipper shape, the sweet smell of sap suddenly became strong. This was the snake cypress secreting food-attracting mucus, and the vines covered with compound eyes were imitating the whimpering of a young fox. Jiang Qiu plucked the ice crystal orchid from his ear and flung it towards the source of the sound. The moment the calyx exploded, the magic plants within a radius of ten feet simultaneously screamed like babies crying - in the Yinying Forest, even the traps carried the malicious malice of a spoiled child.

When the swamp fog rose, Jiang Qiu jumped onto the mushroom umbrella floating platform. These fluorescent mushrooms with a diameter of three meters carried the aerial corridors of the fox tribe. The meridians on the umbrella cover were clearly some kind of ancient spell. When seven moons of different colors appeared in the sky at the same time, all the mushroom umbrellas began to rotate clockwise, and the spore rain that fell between the folds of the umbrella condensed into fox faces in the wind, prostrating themselves in the direction of the Jianmu sacred tree.

The roots of Jianmu pierced through the clouds and fell down, and each aerial root was a passage to other demon realms. The stone sculpture of the Teng Snake wrapped around the trunk of the sacred tree suddenly opened its jade eyes, and Xinzi spit out the fire of Samadhi True Fire. Jiang Qiu caught the jumping flame and pressed it against his heart. The fox fire immediately awakened in his blood, and a tingling and burning pain came from his tailbone - the third fox tail was taking shape in the moonlight.

A group of crystal butterflies flew by at this moment. These creatures, whose wings were inlaid with memory fragments, scattered the dust of time like fine sand every time they flapped their wings. Jiang Qiu reached out to catch one, and instantly saw his appearance as a human swordsman in his previous life, but the picture was quickly covered by the growth of his demonic bones in this life. The group of butterflies suddenly changed their formation and spelled out a warning totem in the air: the sandstorm in the Red Blood Desert was approaching.

When the first grain of scarlet sand hit the mushroom cap, the forest began to mutate. All the barks showed blood vessel lines, the lichens swelled into tumors, and even the catkins floating in the air turned into miniature fangs. Jiang Qiu jumped to the nearest aerial root, and the demon fire on his fingertips burned a teleportation array on the surface of the sacred tree. When the roar of the sandstorm engulfed the entire forest, the annual ring of Jianmu had just turned 9,000... (End of this chapter)