Loan Wusheng

The world is already dead, it just hasn't fallen yet.

The sky was shrouded in a thick veil of ash, and the sunlight struggled to penetrate it, turning into a sickly dark red halo that hung in the sky like a festering wound.

The earth was cracked, and a sticky, congealed blood-like substance occasionally seeped from the scorched soil, emitting a smell of decay and sulfur.

The once glorious civilization is now nothing but ruins. Towering spires have broken and lean into the earth like tombstones of giants. The magnificent city walls have weathered and crumbled, revealing twisted bones inside, like the remains of some enormous beast.

"This world does have a very dark style."

After Zheng Jun stepped into this dilapidated world, he looked around at the surrounding scenery and couldn't help but sigh.

Judging from the current architectural style, it can be seen that the architectural style here is almost the same as that of the small world hidden in the west by the Western World Honored One, which is the main body of that lost world.

I wonder if there are any living people left in this world...

Zheng Jun's eyes flashed, and the bronze fragment that he had been burning to its limit suddenly became hot. Even though Zheng Jun had already reached the 'half-step Dao Lord' realm, he couldn't help but be burned by the scorching bronze fragment.

"Ok?"

Upon seeing this, Zheng Jun was taken aback.

What's happening here?
Zheng Jun looked down at the scorching bronze fragment in his hand. He saw fine cracks appearing on its surface, and a dark blue halo flickered like breathing.

Suddenly, a faint fluctuation of will reached Zheng Jun's consciousness, and a voice appeared.

"Save...save this world..."

The voice was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, yet it carried an ancient and irresistible pressure.

Zheng Jun's pupils contracted sharply as he discovered that the fragments resonated with the scorched earth beneath his feet, with tiny specks of shimmering green light seeping from the cracks in the ground.

The light gathered like fireflies, and wherever it passed, the scorched soil lost its deathly stillness, and tender shoots could be seen pushing open the congealed scabs.

"The will of Heaven and Earth has not been extinguished?"

Zheng Jun was taken aback, but quickly realized something was wrong.

The will of heaven and earth is like a child; although it has a certain degree of autonomy, it cannot express itself so clearly.

Not to mention the current state of things, which are barely standing.

If not, then it can only prove one thing.

"The Dao Lord of this world?"

Zheng Jun was extremely puzzled. If that were the case, he could understand.

Only in this way can you convey a message to yourself.

"senior."

Upon realizing this, Zheng Jun immediately cupped his hands and said, "This junior is Zheng Jun. I came here by chance. If you have any instructions, please speak freely."

Even though the Dao Lord's current condition is not ideal, Zheng Jun still has to give him enough respect.

after all,

What if this fallen Dao Lord still has some special abilities?

Zheng Jun didn't want to be taken away by someone who was already dead.

Before Zheng Jun could finish speaking, the bronze fragment suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blue light, and the emerald green light spots rising from the scorched earth surged into the fragment like rivers flowing into the sea.

In an instant, the ash curtain of the entire world was torn open, and the dark red light and blue light intertwined to form a blurry phantom.

It was an old man wearing a tattered star-patterned robe, his face hidden in the chaotic mist, only his eyes like two extinguished moons, sometimes clear and sometimes unfocused.

"The latecomer..."

The Dao Lord's voice seemed to come from eternity ago, carrying a cacophony of temporal distortion: "I am Caesar..."

The phantom trembled violently, and the starry patterns on the star robe kept collapsing and reforming, clearly indicating that the remaining will could no longer maintain a complete consciousness.

Caesar?

The emperor has arrived, hasn't he?

Zheng Jun was somewhat surprised by the name, but not entirely.

After all, this lost world is a world with a strong Western fantasy flavor, so Zheng Jun had already prepared for what the Dao Lord of this world would be like.

Having reached this level, Zheng Jun was already quite used to it.

Even if the Dao Lord of this world were a mule or an ox, Zheng Jun would remain calm and composed.

Similarly, Zheng Jun keenly sensed the pulsations emanating from the ground beneath his feet. Countless dark purple veins emerged from the cracks in the ground, revealing traces of the Devouring Beast's devouring.

These veins pulsated like blood vessels, and with each contraction, the illusory figure of the Dao Lord who called himself 'Caesar' dimmed a little.

"What do you need me to do, senior?"

Zheng Jun condensed spatial laws in his palm, and a silvery-white halo enveloped the bronze fragment, helping him stabilize his body.

Zheng Jun held Caesar Daoist Master in high regard.

After all, he is a person who has attained the Dao Lord status. If one can get a few words out of him, it will be extremely beneficial to one's future.

"From beyond the heavens... a black beast... stole my Dao Fruit..."

The illusory image of the Dao Lord Caesar fluctuated violently, his star-patterned robe shattering into countless fragments of light, revealing a bowl-sized hole in his chest. His voice was broken and intermittent: "This world... was destroyed by me... I severed everything... and inherited my position..."

After saying that, the shattered scene in front of him coalesced and poured into Zheng Jun's consciousness.

Zheng Jun first isolated these things, remaining extremely vigilant. After testing them and confirming that there was no harm, he slowly began to accept these images entering his vision and mind.

Soon, Zheng Jun received these images.

In the scene, a giant claw covered in black scales suddenly emerged from the dazzling starry sky, engaging in battle with the spirited Dao Lord. This man and beast truly fought to the edge of the universe, even obliterating the Great Dao itself...

And so it went, until the black beast’s giant claws forcibly ripped out the Heavenly Dao Fruit, which shone with azure light, from the Dao Lord’s body, causing the Dao Lord to perish. Then it began to devour the foundation of this world, and after eating and drinking its fill, it departed gracefully.

After the Dao Fruit was destroyed, the will of heaven and earth within it scattered. One piece of it turned into a bronze fragment, carrying spiritual light, and escaped into the void, falling into the Yama Realm.

Seeing this, Zheng Jun couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

It turns out that this bronze fragment was not a treasure that the Western World Honored One searched for in this lost world, but a rare treasure that fell from the sky. After countless years, it was obtained by the Western World Honored One, who possessed great fortune, and thus became his 'golden finger'.

It can only be said that the Buddha of the Western Paradise still possessed great fortune.

It was just a coincidence that I ran into him.

Zheng Jun thought to himself silently.

Through this passage, Zheng Jun also understood the cause, process, and outcome of this world.

The Dao Lord of this world was a powerful figure, but he was attacked by the ancient beast 'Black Death God', a Dao Lord-level beast. After a fierce battle, he was no match for the 'Black Death God' and perished. The world then disappeared, and most of it was devoured.

What lies before me now is merely a lingering, illusory shadow.

Zheng Jun was unaware of what had happened before the battle.

However, after speaking, this Dao Lord named 'Caesar' kept expressing regret and was in low spirits, which suggests that there may be other hidden reasons.

Perhaps this 'Black Death' was summoned by Caesar.

However, it has nothing to do with me in any case.

That was tens of thousands of years ago.

Zheng Jun has lived for over a hundred years and already considers himself an old man, so he doesn't even dare to think about things spanning tens of thousands of years.

However, this is evident from the following situations.

As long as I possess this bronze fragment and remain within this small world, I can maintain the strength of a 'half-step Dao Lord' indefinitely!
It could even be said that he now has another path to advance to the 'Dao Lord' level. That is to collect fragments of small worlds, restore harmony to these worlds, and then infuse them with the essence.

To start anew.

only……

It's hard.

It is more difficult than Zheng Jun condensing ten Dharma images in the Jambudvipa to take control of the Heavenly Dao.

It can be said that it is extremely difficult.

With this thought in mind, Zheng Jun took a deep breath. Just as he was about to continue the search, his eyes suddenly narrowed as he realized something.

wrong.

its not right!
If you are only looking at fragments of memory, why was the whole situation viewed from a third-person perspective just now?

Thinking of this, Zheng Jun couldn't help but feel somewhat surprised.

Just as Zheng Jun began to have doubts, the originally dim and dissipated 'Caesar' phantom suddenly solidified!
The fragments of the star-patterned robe coiled around Zheng Jun's neck like venomous snakes, and dozens of foul-smelling, purplish-black tentacles burst forth from the hollow in his chest!

"Is it a trick?!"

Although Zheng Jun hadn't been in good form before, he was now prepared. Silver light surged beneath his feet, and the 'Tai Xu Hen' Dharma Form unfolded with a roar. His glass-like body repelled all the tentacles, and spatial rifts shredded the fragments of the star robe into dust like blades.

"You are not the Dao Lord!"

Zheng Jun sneered, his palm merging with the blazing sun gold and the weak water of space, transforming into a chaotic vortex that smashed towards the phantom's head: "Judging from the situation at the time, you were the will of Heaven, weren't you? I never expected the will of Heaven to grow to this level, it's simply unbelievable!"

Blazing Sun Essence Gold and Spatial Weak Water are the materials required for the 'Tai Xu Mark' Dharma Image. Although these materials are extremely rare, obtaining them is not difficult for Zheng Jun.

He is the ruler of a realm, the Emperor of the Great Han!

However, compared to this, the 'Dao Lord' in front of him, which is another part of the remaining consciousness of heaven and earth, made Zheng Jun feel even more incomprehensible and surprised!

It should be understood that the will of heaven and earth has always been ignorant and unknowing, and has never had such an autonomous will before.

And this person in front of me was actually able to deceive me using such methods!
But why is that?

Zheng Jun was on high alert. The chaotic vortex that burst from his fingertips rolled over the phantom head like a millstone. The being that called himself 'Caesar' let out an inhuman shriek, and the fragments of his star robe actually reassembled into dense incantations as they disintegrated.

"You mere wretchedness dares to deceive me?!"

Zheng Jun roared, and the seven Dharma images behind him simultaneously emitted brilliant light.

The Dharma Image of the 'Lord of the World' raised his hand and invoked the origin of the Jambudvipa world, causing the crimson-gold dragon energy to surge like the Milky Way flowing backward.

The image of the 'Candle Dragon Eyes' rotates day and night, its golden light illuminating the countless incantations that have nowhere to hide.

The newly formed 'Tai Xu Hen' dharma form directly tore through the void, and silver chains shot out from the crack, firmly binding the reconstructing fragments of the star robe.

"Zizi!"

The purplish-black tentacles twisted violently under the scorching power of the Dharma body, emitting a sound like boiling oil. The face of the Daoist master's illusory form suddenly contorted, revealing countless scarlet eyeballs beneath the skin: "You..."

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Zheng Jun pointed his fingers like a sword, and the Longyuan Blade flew out from his sleeve.

The blade, imbued with the aura of the Heavenly Dao and carrying the fragments of bronze, pierced through the phantom's chest like a hot knife through butter.

In an instant, the entire scorched earth trembled violently, and the dark purple veins, as if struck by lightning, all retreated into the depths of the ground.

"I see."

Zheng Jun sneered, having already seen through the hidden meaning: "So it turns out that the 'Black Death God' was also severely injured by this Lord Caesar back then. The 'Black Death God's' evil thoughts were scattered, and one of them polluted the consciousness of heaven and earth, giving birth to such an existence."

Back then, the Devouring Beast and Lord Caesar fought to a draw, resulting in both being severely injured.

Although Lord Caesar died and his Dao vanished, the Devouring Beasts also suffered greatly.

Although the ancient beast known as the 'Black Death' devoured much of this world, it was severely injured and on the verge of death, and still managed to escape, leaving behind a great deal of evil intent.

These evil thoughts, naturally unwilling to dissipate between heaven and earth, parasitized everywhere, even attaching themselves to the remaining consciousness of heaven and earth.

Ten thousand years have passed, and the evil thought has never arisen, until this day.

Zheng Jun came to the door.

Zheng Jun's arrival was not merely a manifestation of his Dharma form, but rather carried with him another remnant of the consciousness of heaven and earth. If Zheng Jun could be devoured, this evil thought would naturally recover, perhaps even truly regain its former glory, and perhaps even usurp the position of the Dao Lord of this realm.

But to his surprise, his painstakingly planned sneak attack ended in failure.

We were still too hasty.

The phantom emitted a resentful shriek and suddenly exploded into countless points of light.

One of the streaks of blue light cunningly burrowed into the crack in the ground, attempting to escape.

However, before they could escape, they were caught in a golden net conjured by the 'Stealing Heavenly Secrets' Dharma form.

Each golden thread on the screen pulsed with the fortune of the Yama Realm, forcing the azure light to reveal its true form.

It turned out to be a palm-sized fragment of bronze, whose pattern perfectly matched the fragment in Zheng Jun's hand.

"It's a pleasant surprise."

Zheng Jun activated the power of the Dharma Image, and the two fragments collided in the void.

The newly acquired fragment suddenly softened like mud and was completely 'swallowed' by the original fragment.

"what!"

Accompanied by the shrill screams of the Black Death's evil thoughts, the wisp of twisted purplish-black mist completely dissipated as it was devoured by the bronze fragments.

The fragment in Zheng Jun's hand trembled violently, and the cracks on its surface began to heal slowly. A dark blue halo surged like a tide, gradually solidifying into a more complete pattern.

"Om."

A long, drawn-out hum came from inside the fragment, as if an artifact that had been dormant for millennia had finally awakened.

Zheng Jun felt an unprecedented aura of the Heavenly Dao surging out from the fragment, which was slowly recovering.

He extended the time he could pretend to be a 'half-step Dao Lord'.

On the scorched earth, the dark purple veins tainted by evil thoughts melted away like ice and snow, replaced by shimmering green light spots rising from the cracks in the ground, slowly engulfing the fragments.

Tiny bronze branches even grew from the edges of the fragment, as if it were repairing itself.

Suddenly, the fragment projected a clear wave of will: "The one who inherits my will may become the Lord of the Dao."

Immediately afterwards, a shocking scene appeared in Zheng Jun's consciousness.

Deep within the chaotic expanse of the heavens, a colossal beast that covered a star field was curled up and asleep among the shattered stars. The black mist seeping from the gaps in its scales was exactly the same as the evil thought that had just been destroyed.

"The 'Black Death' is still alive?"

Zheng Jun's pupils constricted slightly.

Suddenly, the giant beast in the scene opened one of its festering eyelids, its vertical pupils meeting Zheng Jun's gaze across the endless void!
The fragment immediately severed the connection, but the oppressive force of that moment still made Zheng Jun's Dharma Image tremble.

The next second, Zheng Jun took a deep breath and decided to put this matter out of his mind forever.

Zheng Jun already has two ways to become a Dao Lord. Fighting the 'Black Death God' to become a Dao Lord is too difficult, and Zheng Jun will absolutely not choose this method.

At most, he could use the remaining will of heaven and earth to transform this lost world into the way he wanted it to be, so that he could repay the Dharma body later.

After all, he had already offended the Heavenly Dao of the Xuanhuang Realm, and the Luotian Realm would certainly not believe him after his outburst.

At this moment, only this lost world can bear the burden of my remaining repayment. (End of Chapter)