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Chapter 296 The True Grafting of Fate!
Fang Yun's ultimate and even more ultimate powers blossomed on this battlefield, completely suppressing the Demon God of Slaughter.

If the Demon God Slayer doesn't unleash the true power of a Primordial Golden Immortal, then this time it's a sure thing.

Once he uses the power of a Primordial Golden Immortal, someone outside the battlefield will have to break in.

"..." The Demon God of Slaughter silently sensed the aura outside the battlefield, took several deep breaths, and suppressed his desire to attack.

“The two Heavenly Emperors have entered the depths of Chaos. This is probably the best opportunity. Hongjun has really gone mad…” The Demon God of Slaughter’s eyes changed slightly, but in the end he did not use the power of his true form.

He cast aside all distracting thoughts, no longer considering whether this graft of fate would succeed, and began to study, gazing upon Fang Yun's ultimate and even more ultimate forms...

None of the Chaos Gods are truly arrogant or foolish; otherwise, they wouldn't have descended to their avatars to learn about the latest advancements of humanity.

During the last immeasurable eon, they experienced a period of madness where not learning meant certain death.

Fang Yun's ultimate goal is now the New Path, and by slaying demons and gods, he will be able to rationally absorb its mysteries.

Fortunately, Fang Yun thought so too. He had read countless books currently available to the human race, and it was time for him to "travel ten thousand miles" in the prehistoric world.

Start by learning the way to slay demons and gods!
"You're smart to know what's good for you." Wang Chao was right outside the battlefield, looking at Bai Qi, who was the avatar of the demon god, without any emotional fluctuation.

"But where does fate lie?"

“Yeah, where is destiny?” Meng Qi also scratched his head.

Meng Qi, Fang Xun, and the others have already found the incarnations of many Chaos Gods, but apart from Fate...

This demon god might even be the mastermind behind this twist of fate, but no one can find him.

"Perhaps in Zixiao Palace? Without sending down an avatar?" Hong Yi frowned and said.

"Unable to determine..." Meng Qi shook his head slightly.

Besides the God of Fate, the famous scholar Gongsun Long, who was an incarnation of the God of Cause and Effect, and Zou Yan, who was a Yin-Yang master, were also found, and naturally, someone went to stop them.

This time, Fang Xun's side once again leveraged their numerical advantage, practically keeping watch on each of them and giving them no chance.

Each of them is a pivotal point in destiny, a key to the grafting of fate.

"It is reasonable to keep the conflict below the level of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal. After all, we have more Grand Luo Golden Immortals on our side. Even if Ye Fan and the Desolate Emperor go to the depths of chaos, we can still hold on."

"However, I do not believe that the Ancestor gained nothing in the depths of chaos. Those Chaos Gods should have returned by now."

Meng Qi said strangely, his tone hesitant.

It has been quite some time since the appearance of the celestial body in the western sky, and the number of people watching that body has not increased.

This is very unusual.

However, since the Primordial Golden Immortals have their own shielding abilities, Meng Qi was unable to sense those powerful figures he didn't recognize at all.

"Perhaps they are preparing for the Journey to the West?" Hong Yi frowned slightly.

“…Let’s suppress them first.” Meng Qi glanced at the escalating conflict among the various schools of thought and sensed a tremendous upheaval in fate.

Essentially, the two Confuciuses and the two Mozis are one person in terms of fate, but now, whether by choice or by force, these people with the same fate have begun to fight each other.

This creates a huge contradiction in destiny, because the philosophers in this primordial world are considered "children of the times" and bear a massive amount of fortune.

Therefore, this battle affected far more than just these individuals.

The river of time has become chaotic, and even fate seems to be showing signs of splitting apart.

"Is fate splitting apart?" Mozi looked up at the materialized river of time in the sky, where he could already see the increasingly chaotic timeline.

He is now a true Taiyi Golden Immortal at the peak, and is only one step away from the Daluo Dao Realm.
"Whoever wins will be the only Mozi." The man opposite Mozi drew his Mo Eyebrow.

Ding!
The two Mozi were locked in a fierce battle, and the injuries from each collision were simultaneously felt by both of them.

Such a battle is more akin to suicide.

Such battles are not uncommon in the current human territory.

"There is no other way," Confucius sighed softly.

Two Confuciuses of different ages sat facing each other at the table, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Apart from their appearance, they are identical in aura, Dao realm, and destiny.

For some time before, the two hadn't even spoken to each other, but today, they had strangely come together.

"This era is truly perfect..." The elderly Confucius looked at the world with deep emotion.

After arriving in this world, he left Shouyang Mountain and went to the frontier of the human race, to the major cities of the human race.

What he saw was a human race completely different from the one he lived in.

This place is almost as close as the utopian world that the elderly Confucius sought.

“You are also very lucky.” The elderly Confucius looked at the young Confucius.

"Everything was built on the foundation laid by His Majesty the Xuan Emperor," the young Confucius said solemnly.

"Your Majesty the Xuan Emperor..." The elderly Confucius nodded slightly, "I was born in an era of moral decay and social disorder, so I need propriety and benevolence, and I want to reshape that era."

The young Confucius already knew these things.

To be honest, if he had been born in that era, he would have made the same choice, even unto death.

“But you are different; you only need to usher in an era.” The elderly Confucius’s tone revealed a hint of undisguised envy.

The young Confucius nodded silently.

"So be it... This is ultimately your world, not mine..." The elderly Confucius lingered for a moment, taking one last look at the world.

"I..." The elderly Confucius hesitated, then finally smiled and seemed relieved.

He may have considered replacing the young Confucius and becoming the Confucius of this ancient world, living in a utopian world where he could realize his ideals and ambitions.

But in the end he gave up.

"The wheat in Lu should be ripe by now." The elderly Confucius's body gradually lost its substance, becoming illusory, and could disappear at any moment.

At that moment, the young Confucius stood up and treated him with the respect due to a teacher.

A kind of not-so-dazzling radiance burst forth from the two of them, and then merged together.

After the young Confucius finished his rites and stood up, there was no longer another version of himself in front of him.

That brilliant light just now was a technique created and bestowed by Fang Xun that allows two bodies to become one.

Originally, this technique would only manifest in the minds of the true philosophers of the prehistoric world, but the young Confucius took the initiative to pass it on to the old Confucius.

That's him too; he knows what choices he will make.

In that instant, his aura broke through a certain limit almost in a flash.

hum!
The river of time trembled slightly as a primordial spirit technique sought to break free from the constraints of time and transcend it.

Confucius is about to attain the Great Luo!

He had actually reached that limit long ago, but the problem of having two bodies in one life could not be solved, so he had no hope of becoming a Great Luo Immortal.

But now, the Confucius of another world has given up everything and returned to the youth Confucius.

His fate underwent a tremendous change, giving him countless insights, and he was immediately able to attain the Great Luo and escape the sea of ​​suffering. However, just as Confucius was about to transcend, he paused. Half of his body emanated the profound and wondrous power of the Great Luo, and with just a thought, he could break free from the river of time.

But standing on the river of time, he simply looked quietly into the future, letting time pull him back into the sea of ​​suffering.

At this moment, countless Daoist masters above the Great Luo level turned their gazes to Confucius, some with shock, some with doubt, and some with regret.

This is something that has never happened before.

Before today, no Taiyi Golden Immortal trapped in the sea of ​​suffering would give up advancing to the Great Luo Dao Realm, which is a qualitative leap.

The opportunity to attain the Great Luo realm is fleeting; once missed, it may never come again!

"Good!" Amidst the shock of many Great Luo Immortals and the envy, jealousy, and hatred of Taiyi Golden Immortals, Fang Yun from the ancient battlefield suddenly looked up at this side and nodded with a smile.

Besides him, many sages and even the Great Golden Immortals of Hunyuan couldn't help but think more highly of Confucius.

This time, the opportunity to attain the Great Luo realm was a result of fate, rather than a result of Confucius's own advancement in Dao. Although it was still a Great Luo realm, and Confucius could even perfect his own Dao from a superior position, it was still lacking in a certain feeling.

Therefore, Confucius declined this opportunity.

He was also confident that he could elevate his Dao to the Great Luo level.

"very perfect!"

At this moment, Meng Qi couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Confucius was like that, but he was the only one like that.

Most of the other sons believed in themselves more and wanted to take his place.

This battle of fate is far from reaching its most intense stage.

“Confucius…” In the Zixiao Palace, even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who sensed the loss of the fortunes of the various schools of thought controlled by the Zixiao Palace, couldn’t help but frown slightly.

Confucius was undoubtedly one of the most important figures among the Hundred Schools of Thought, and the Confucianism he represented was a truly prominent school of thought, representing one of the most influential schools of thought among all the Hundred Schools of Thought.

Now, the Dao Ancestor has lost this part of his fortune out of thin air.

"We can't wait any longer." The Dao Ancestor shook his head slightly, having touched upon destiny.

At that moment, the avatar of the Destiny Demon God, which had remained undiscovered by Fang Xun and Meng Qi, suddenly awoke.

His clone is different from those of Yangmei Daxian and others; he planted it relatively late in the process.

That was the time he grafted fate onto him.

The Fate Demon God moved slightly, shaking off the "outer garment" around him that had already turned to stone, and sat up.

The place where he was located was a remote mountain forest, and he had been sleeping there for many years.

His current body is that of Zhuang Zhou, Zhuang Zhou from the primordial chaos of destiny!
The first thing he did upon arriving in the primordial world was to meet the real Zhuang Zhou, and then very naturally entered a state where all things were born with him and heaven and earth were one with him.

The two Zhuang Zhous fell asleep in this patch of grass. Many years passed, and the grass of yesteryear turned into a forest, and they themselves turned into stone.

The Deity of Fate looked at the stone beside him, which remained unchanged and showed no sign of movement.

If he hadn't been certain that the real Zhuangzi was inside, he probably would have thought it was an inanimate object.

"In this respect, I am not as good as you," the God of Fate said suddenly after a moment of silence.

But the stone remained cold and hard, offering no reply.

Who you are and what do you have to do with me? You might as well go to sleep!

The Deity of Fate chuckled and shook his head.

He slowly stood up, making sure no one was paying attention to him.

Because the person he chose was so clever, and the way his fate was grafted was also inconceivable, Fang Xun, Meng Qi, and the others did not notice anything unusual about him.

"Fate grafting." The God of Fate looked at the stone, and suddenly a peculiar rhythm of fate rippled around him.

Subsequently, his and Zhuang Zhou's originally similar fates began to diverge, and he once grafted the fate of Zhuang Zhou, who came from the primordial chaos of destiny, onto this real Zhuang Zhou.

Now he wants to transplant Zhuang Zhou's fate onto himself.

This is essentially a substitute.

The initial grafting was an immature product, after all, the difference between the primordial world he created and the real primordial world was too great.

The fates of the various schools of thought were also very different, and forcibly grafting them together could even cause the collapse of the ancient river of time.

It's too easy to stop; it's almost impossible to succeed.

Therefore, he needs a transitional period to allow the two fates to converge before a perfect grafting can be carried out.

After grafting, he will become the real Zhuang Zhou, carrying the part of the destiny represented by Zhuang Zhou.

In this way, even if Fang Xun kills this clone of his, a portion of the fortune of the Hundred Schools of Thought will still completely belong to Zixiao Palace.

During this tribulation, Hongjun desperately needs good fortune.

Zhuang Zhou will only be the beginning. Once Zhuang Zhou succeeds, the other philosophers will suffer the same fate.

hum!
A slight change occurred in the river of time, and the destinies contained within it began to change. Zhuangzi's fate was being completely replaced!

Zhuang Zhou inside the stone remained motionless, seemingly having truly turned into a real stone.

Once his fate is completely replaced, he will truly die and turn into an ordinary stone.

"So that's where destiny lies!" Fang Xun suddenly said from the chaos.

Although he was outside the primordial world, his senses of it were no less keen. He found that trace of the anomaly in fate and pinpointed the location of the God of Fate.

"No wonder even the Heavenly Dao Tree couldn't find him!"

"Fellow Daoist, you shouldn't even think about interfering with fate." The voice of the Great Immortal Yangmei rang in Fang Xun's ears.

These words, which sounded like the voice of the Dao, contained the power of a Primordial Golden Immortal, rendering Fang Xun unable to move.

The Great Immortal Yangmei will not kill Fang Xun, but he will definitely not release Fang Xun at this time.

"Don't worry, I'm not going back." Fang Xun shook his head slightly.

"Hmm?" The Great Immortal Yangmei suddenly frowned, looking towards the Primordial World as if he had sensed something.

"I've invited a master of destiny this time, so I don't need to worry about these things," Fang Xun said with a smile.

"And I'm certain that if you weren't all acting as Grand Luo Golden Immortals, none of you could defeat him!"

Even now, I can't beat him!

Fang Xun's words echoed in Yangmei Daxian's ears.

At this moment, the Great Immortal Yangmei, following his preordained intuition, looked towards the river of time.

The influence of the Deity of Fate on the grafting of destiny has affected the long river of time, but because of the convergence of destinies, the impact is not significant.

But at this moment, the turbulence of fate ceased; a foot stepped on the turbulence, freezing it in place.

(End of this chapter)