Honghuang: The chat group is full of big shots

Chapter 311 Li Huowang and the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion!
"There is a world here. Please guide it with order, fellow Daoist," Fang Xun suddenly said.

At this moment, not only the Order Demon God, but also Fang Xun's companions were very curious.

However, Fang Xun has indeed found a way to deal with this world of absolute order.

He plans to find a world, replicate it, and use it as the stage for this "battle of wits and theories".

Fang Xun would share his various experiences in the myriad worlds in the chat group, but he could only summarize a very small part of them.

Many of the myriad worlds were only given a rough introduction, without any in-depth exploration.

Even the group members couldn't think of a solution right away, but Fang Xun came up with an idea in the shortest amount of time. This was probably the result of his gains from all those myriad worlds.

"Wait a moment." Fang Xun closed his eyes, and his mind suddenly went to a world that he respected but kept at a distance.

Among all the myriad worlds, there are some special worlds that Fang Xun is unwilling to touch. They possess an extremely unique quality that makes Fang Xun hesitant to incorporate them into his own cultivation system.

For example, the universe where Li Anping resides.

The demons there were powerful enough, and the path had enough potential, but he simply didn't plant the seed of the Dao in that world, keeping his distance out of respect.

The reason for this is that Li Anping and other main characters possess certain qualities that Fang Xun felt might affect the current state of the prehistoric world.

In Li Anping's delusional kingdom, humans are raised like piglets, and he shares a common language with the Order Demon God.

Such a person certainly cannot be brought to the primordial world.

However, the world Fang Xun has now entered is not Li Anping's world, but another one.

Fang Xun looked at the small world before him and couldn't help but frown slightly.

The bizarre and twisted nature of it was completely contrary to the path of immortality he cultivated.

This is also why he keeps his distance from this world; bringing the great principles of this world into his myriad celestial lights would only pollute it...

In this twisted and bizarre world, "cultivating immortality" is not a path to transcendence, but rather a fall into an abyss of madness.

Fang Xun exhaled softly and stepped into it, sensing the rules of this world.

This world is not large; even the strongest might not be able to reach the level of a true immortal in the primordial world.

But Fang Xun chose this world, of course, because of its special characteristics.

As far as he could see, the world was filled with indescribable "rules of heaven," yet they were self-contradictory, like the ravings of a madman.

The cultivator inhales spiritual energy, but his flesh and blood are transformed into writhing lotus flowers; talismans can exorcise evil spirits and suppress ghosts, but if the strokes are slightly wrong, they will attract even more evil beings; during the day, the immortal mountains are ethereal, but after nightfall, the mountains transform into giant mouths, swallowing and spitting out scarlet moonlight.

This is a chaotic and disorderly world of cultivation.

Fang Xun found it difficult to accept the rules of cultivating the primordial immortal path, which were called the "path to immortality".

With a thought, Fang Xun merged directly into the world and appeared in time.

Fang Xun, replacing someone's mark in time, arrived at a hospital room.

"Xiao Li, how are you feeling? What new changes have occurred in this illusion?" Fang Xun asked, proceeding with his work according to the script of time.

In front of him was a boy dressed in a hospital gown, whose lower body was tightly bound with cloth strips.

His role was that of the young man's attending physician.

The boy's face showed a sense of relief at surviving a disaster. After hearing Fang Xun's question, he began to give a detailed account of his hallucination.

"It's the same environment... there's a bald-headed master who kills people to make pills."

Fang Xun nodded as he took notes, and the name of the patient's owner was clearly visible on the tablet computer.

Li Huowang!
"Alright, you can go out now. I'll talk to him while he's still lucid." Fang Xun dismissed the nurse, leaving only him and Li Huowang in the room.

The moment the nurse closed the door, the entire room seemed to fall into some kind of eerie transformation.

Tentacles with countless shadows wriggled on the white walls and ceiling, as if they were about to reach out from them. Countless eyes opened and stared at Fang Xun. The warm white turned into the white of death, like the color of a stiffened corpse.

Reality and illusion are tug-of-war, and countless frenzied rules are pulsating in a bizarre way, forming a peculiar "Taoist method".

Fang Xun sensed the chaos, madness, and indescribable nature within, and nodded with great satisfaction.

Then, he looked at Li Huowang.

At this moment, Li Huowang's face was stiff and lifeless, his eyes deep and dark as he quietly looked at Fang Xun.

Fang Xun met his gaze and nodded slightly, saying, "Please forgive my offense. I came to your place mainly to make a deal with... fellow Daoist."

"..." Li Huowang did not answer, but continued to stare intently at Fang Xun.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, "You are... a true immortal?"

True Immortal is a relative concept. This world also has the concepts of cultivation and becoming an immortal, but they are different from the Primordial Immortal Path that Fang Xun cultivates.

Therefore, the "true immortal" that Li Huowang mentioned is the immortal path that Fang Xun cultivates.

"Yes." Fang Xun nodded directly.

"..." Li Huowang looked at Fang Xun expressionlessly and slowly nodded, "What do you want to do?"

"In one deal, I will imprint all the information and principles of your world, and then I will give you a seed to reshape the foundation of your world," Fang Xun said softly.

With Fang Xun's current power, he could naturally imprint the information of this world without anyone noticing, but he would never do such a thing.

Fair trade is the right way.

"Reshape the world?" Li Huowang asked.

"Yes, you can improve it within the current world's rules, or you can start from scratch."

For Fang Xun, this was not a difficult task.

"..." Li Huowang clearly understood Fang Xun's words, so he nodded directly.

“Okay.” He agreed immediately, because the power of the “True Immortal” before him had already surpassed his understanding.

"Then it's a pleasure to cooperate." Fang Xun extended his hand.

"It's a pleasure to work with you." Li Huowang reached out and shook hands with Fang Xun.

Fang Xun smiled, then his body turned into green smoke, and Li Huowang held a seed in his hand.

Li Huowang looked at the seeds in his hand and remained silent for a long time.

"True Immortal?!"

……

Under the watchful gaze of the Order Demon God, Fang Xun actually only closed his eyes for a very short period of time.

Fang Xun opened his eyes and nodded slightly to the God of Order.

"If you can transform this world into a world of immortal order, then I'll consider myself defeated," Fang Xun said.

"Of course, please restrain yourself, fellow Daoist. You can only use power below the True Immortal realm, and you must also ensure that you do not violently dismantle it."

He then pointed a finger, and a bizarre, chaotic, and indescribable world appeared in the palace.

Huh?! At this moment, the God of Order suddenly looked at the manifested world, his face showing undisguised disgust and even hatred.

"How could there be such a... disgusting world?" A strange power surged in the eyes of the Order Demon God. Under his will, the very origin of the celestial world was restless, filled with resistance, hatred and other emotions towards the world that Fang Xun had copied.

The most bizarre aspect of the strange immortal world is that it shatters the sense of order in cultivation into a frenzied, indescribable chaos.

This world has no good or evil, cause and effect, only an absurd struggle for survival. The immortals are evil spirits in human skin, and those who attain enlightenment are merely the delirium of madmen.

This is the mortal enemy of all worlds of order!

In fact, not only this celestial world, but also the Primordial Heavenly Dao underwent some unexpected changes when Fang Xun created this world!

Buzz!

Fang Xun heard a trembling sound in his ears; it was the instinctive rhythm of the Heavenly Dao.

Those most capable of receiving the will of Heaven are naturally the Dao Ancestor and the Heavenly Saints.

"This is..." The Dao Ancestor stared blankly at the world that Fang Xun had copied, his hands holding the Jade Disc of Creation, attempting to replicate its Dao essence, but he failed...

It wasn't exactly a failure, but rather the Creation Jade Disc, a secret treasure of the Heavenly Dao, was resisting. It was unwilling to copy the strange rules of this world into the origin of the Heavenly Dao, and it showed great disdain for it.

"Does Heaven want to expel or even destroy that world?" Nuwa looked at the world that exuded an indescribable aura from afar, and subconsciously felt a sense of rejection and inexplicable dislike.

"What exactly is this thing?" Even the Three Pure Ones and other sages were extremely resistant to it.

"Can such a world really exist? Won't its inherent laws collapse on their own?" The immortals who cultivated the Primordial Immortal Path were all shocked.

"So these are the things!" Meng Qi revealed a strange smile.

The world he inhabits actually contains similar lower-level bizarre universes, but the two are fundamentally different.

The bizarre universes in his world are essentially evil thoughts from other realms, the most typical being the evil universe of the Demon Buddha.

Its essence belongs to the Demon Buddha, and although the Demon Buddha is insane, he is also a practitioner under the Dao Fruit system.

But the world Fang Xun has found is fundamentally mad and bizarre, and the immortal path itself is a distortion.

It's quite similar to the universe of Zhou Mingrui, a child he knows.

"That's a powerful move!" Qin Mu exclaimed in amazement, watching the universe shimmer with curious light.

"Please." Fang Xun unleashed a beam of myriad celestial light to ensure that this world would not be directly crushed by the world of order, and then looked at the God of Order and said.

At this moment, however, it was the God of Order's turn to frown and ponder.

One cannot use the power of a true immortal, nor can one even affect the world itself...

This is trying to transform the world with a simple order, which seems a bit difficult.

After a moment's thought, the God of Order pointed a finger, and a newborn being landed in the replicated universe.

This being is a true, born saint, compassionate yet ruthless, with the mission of redeeming this world.

Although his cultivation level was low, the Dao he practiced was the Dao of Order of the Order Demon God, so he directly crushed everything in this world.

In three months, this Holy Son of Order swept away all forces, suppressed all dissent, and began to shape order.

And this holy son will ascend the throne today and rule the world with the most ruthless methods.

"Expel chaos and restore order! I have received the mandate of heaven for order. Because the world is in chaos, I am chosen by heaven to carry out divine punishment and sweep away the filth..."

When the Holy Son of Order ascended the throne, his aura and supernatural powers suppressed the entire world, and no one dared to look directly at his sharp edge.

An era of great unification and great order is coming.

"...The ceremony is complete!" The master of ceremonies knelt respectfully before the Holy Son of Order.

"Alright." The Holy Son of Order nodded slightly, his majestic gaze sweeping over everyone.

"Today I ascend the throne, to restore order and dispel chaos..."

The Holy Son of Order suddenly stopped and looked at the official in charge of rites beside him.

The official's body was trembling slightly, and the corners of his mouth were wildly turned up.

Hmm? The moment the Holy Son of Order's gaze fell upon the Master of Ceremonies, the Master of Ceremonies knelt down.

"Your Majesty, spare me! I was overjoyed to see Your Majesty sweep away the millennia-old ailment and restore order from darkness to light..." The official spoke sincerely, but the Holy Son of Order sensed something was amiss.

"Raise your head." The Holy Son of Order's voice was slightly cold.

"Pfft!" This time, the official in charge of etiquette could no longer hide his smile, and his laughter became more and more exaggerated.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! He believed it! He believed it!"

The official looked up; his face had vanished, replaced by a red mask with a white "中" (zhong) character in the center.

"He believed it! He believed it! He really thought he had ascended the throne! He even called himself 'I, the Emperor'! Hahaha!"

The man's laughter, which was blazing red, was extremely manic and unrestrained.

The Holy Son of Order's face darkened, his killing intent palpable.

"Guards, drag him away," the Holy Son of Order said softly, withdrawing his gaze.

Even the newly born Holy Son trembled at that moment, looking at the guards and the ministers.

Sometime later, these people's faces disappeared, replaced by all sorts of strange masks.

Fortune, Whiteboard, One of Bamboo...

When the Holy Son of Order looked at them, they couldn't help but burst into laughter as well.

"Haha! Haha! The Red China boss is so funny! So funny!"

For a moment, the Holy Sons of Order were all inexplicably terrified.

He had already eradicated the heretical organization, Zuowangdao, long ago, so why does it still exist?!
The Dao of Sitting in Oblivion even became his founding team, his civil and military officials, and his bodyguards and maids?!

Today's coronation ceremony is the biggest joke ever! It's an unprecedentedly good event in the history of the Daoist practice of sitting in oblivion!

But the next moment, he became furious and embarrassed.

He looked at the Daoist Master Zhong Zhong, who was rolling on the ground in oblivion, his face grim and cold. With a wave of his hand, the light of order and judgment descended from the sky, intending to annihilate all those who had played tricks on him!

"That's very impolite." But at this moment, the world before him seemed to freeze, and a pair of eyes filled with a deep smile looked at the Holy Son of Order.

"You have failed." Fang Xun spoke again, declaring the defeat of this Holy Son of Order.

All his reforms were merely superficial order, failing to address the truly deep-seated issues.

The Dao of Sitting in Oblivion is a manifestation of a deep-seated, indescribable madness in the world.

In this contest, the Holy Son of Order suffered a crushing defeat, and in the end, he could only forcibly obliterate the Dao of Forgetfulness using methods that were akin to a deus ex machina.

This is naturally a loss.

The God of Order looked at Fang Xun with a solemn expression, listening to his verdict, without refuting or agreeing.

(End of this chapter)