The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 46 So that’s it
Ordinary people, with their mortal eyes, cannot bear to see even the slightest change that affects the world.

They take the days and nights for granted, unaware of the hidden workings of fate.

But those figures hidden deep within the folds of time and the gaps in the void, in the past and future, in the three realms and six paths, are clearly visible.

Of course, there are also a few ordinary people who, either by virtue of their own nature like a secluded orchid in a deep valley, or by chance like a spark igniting, manage to glimpse, in a fleeting moment, a tiny particle moving on the chessboard of heaven and earth.

The mountain breeze swept across the vast wilderness, following the golden and red sea of ​​clouds as it surged and cleansed the thousands of mountains.

Everyone was astonished.

The laws of Heaven remain unchanged, and the calamities still rage. Although everyone strives to cross them, some manage to succeed.
Those who are not good at divination or who are too far removed from or too secretive can only marvel at it and then feel an even greater sense of urgency.

They all speculated based on their previous knowledge about who had successfully crossed the river first, and then tried to figure out if they could demonstrate their abilities on their own.

Others, with some causal connection, involved glimpses of vague light and shadow.

Beneath that ancient tomb, the coffin in the side chamber began to tremble once more.

However, this time it only moved slightly, unlike the first time when it was so violent.

And it only lasted for a moment before falling completely silent.

No one knows what the coffin's owner was thinking.

Was it fear? Was it lingering dread? Was it frustration?
Or perhaps a combination of all of them?
Only the person experiencing it truly knows the taste of it.

But the Empress, who had previously appeared to warn him not to throw his life away in vain, let out a soft sigh:
"To declare oneself the Western Paradise, that's truly remarkable!"

The coffin grew even more silent.
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Within the grand hall buried deep underground, the voice behind the massive bronze doors, after a moment of observation, chuckled softly to the person who had been there:

"First came a skilled Taoist priest, then a fierce monk. This piece should indeed be discarded."

"This place is a terrible place for burying dead and burying the dead. Let's stop here and let the Buddhist and Taoist sects fight it out among themselves."

"But I wonder which true lord descended to the mortal realm, and which Buddha transcended the mud. And," his voice trailed off, full of meaning, "who, in the end, was carried to the other shore?"

The voice, which had been silent until now, cautiously asked:
"Your Majesty, are we really going to give up this land?"

"Since it's a dangerous place that requires little investment and is still difficult to understand, why keep it?"

"But what you're asking for might be right here!"

"It might not be there. If it's mine, then my choice was right. If it's not, can I force it?"

After a moment of silence, though the person could not be seen, one could hear that the person was respectfully bowing with hands at their sides, saying:
"Follow the law!"

"That's right. But I'm really curious now whether those who bet on this place are already sweating buckets."

"After years of forbearance and countless schemes, just when we were about to figure out the cause and effect and enter the fray, how could such fierce immortals from the three religions suddenly appear?"

The voice also laughed:

"It seems they are caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat, and at a loss with their superiors and subordinates in the same position."
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A secluded place where the sky is obscured and the origins of things are unknown.

An elderly man with a long beard sat cross-legged in the middle of the lake.

Everything in sight, from the sky to the ground, from the mountains to the rivers, is a masterpiece of ink painting!
The old man was originally calm and composed, his mind as still and undisturbed as the dark lake beneath him for eternity.

But then the mountains and fields in the distance, which had been transformed into ink paintings, suddenly revealed their true colors.

The old man almost instantly broke down in shock and exclaimed:
"Hey?!"

Although the true colors of the mountains and rivers only appeared for a moment, the ink-wash world was filled with ripples on the lake and the mountain winds never stopped.

Another young voice emerged behind the old man:
"Master, have any seniors rushed to cross over ahead of time?"

The old man shook his head repeatedly and said:

"It's not that they rushed to cross the calamity ahead of time, but that they directly crossed it. While we are still suffering in the midst of the tribulation, this person has already skipped it and is now waiting for the Heavenly Law to dissipate."

"Huh?! Master, didn't you say that such a person would only appear when Tianxian was about to dissipate?"

The young man, disregarding everything else, jogged straight to his master.

He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. One glance was enough to tell you that he was handsome and had an extraordinary talent that seemed to have been made for him.

The old man said helplessly:
"Your master is only good at divination, not actually able to see the past and future! Besides, even if I could see it, it wouldn't be a certainty, there are still variables."

"And this is clearly a variable that is beyond your master's capabilities!"

"Does Master know who successfully crossed over?"

The old man glanced at the mountains and rivers that had once revealed their true colors, and a few names floated into his mind, but in the end he shook his head repeatedly. "I can't see them. Although I have a few names, those are just guesses and cannot be taken as definitive."

Seeing that his master truly didn't know, the young man changed the subject:
"Master, do you know where this person successfully crossed the river?"

The old man looked up at the mountains and rivers that had returned to their ink-wash colors and said:
"It's the place that's now called Qingzhou."

Youth Changes Color:

"That ominous place where bones are buried and the heavens are destroyed?!"

"That's what they say, but the calamity is still upon us, and with the Emperor's will in charge, how much worse can it get?"

The old man pointed to the top of his head and sighed deeply.

Heavens, it really is still the same heavens; they are truly just people from the mountains, not people from the heavens.

After years of arrogance, he finally suffered a crushing blow and became a drowning dog.

The young man nodded reluctantly, about to bid farewell and leave, but after taking only a few steps, he couldn't help but turn back and ask:

"Master, you have never told me what those senior masters were fighting for, even at the cost of damaging their own foundations, in order to make arrangements in advance?"

"Qingzhou is an extremely ominous place where bones are buried and the heavens are destroyed. I can understand that some seniors want to try their luck here, but what is it about that mortal dynasty at the foot of the mountain that they care about?"

"Is it that pitiful amount of manpower, or an almost nonexistent stroke of luck?"

This is Du Yuan's question, and also the question of the young man.

The Yamashita Dynasty of yesteryear was one thing, after all, following the Hundred Schools of Thought, many Yamashita Dynasties also changed their appearance.

There are countless superior things that everyone envies and everyone needs, such as good fortune, dragon veins, and the power of wishes.

But this one is pitifully small, and really just an ordinary mortal named Chaodu.

Faced with his beloved disciple's confusion, the old man, exasperated, repeatedly tapped him on the head several times, saying:
"You, you, haven't I told you many times? We are the remnants who should have died and disappeared. It's bad enough that we are cursed. In fact, we owe fate to us in order to survive."

After letting out a long sigh, the old man pointed to the true world beyond the ink-wash landscape and said:

"And those mortals you look down on now, they are the true protagonists of the next great era!"

"At that time, as soon as the great era arrives and the Heavenly Law is abolished, they will transform themselves."

"Your so-called mortal dynasty will gather all the fortune of the world into one body, which is an extraordinary thing for us who owe the mandate of heaven!"

The young man suddenly realized:
"Furthermore, when the great era arrives, the mortals of today will be blessed with good fortune and virtue, making it difficult for them to act. Therefore, they should take advantage of this opportunity to leave the stage early and substitute one for another?"

The old man nodded and stroked his beard, saying:

"That's right, just like before, but now it's even more troublesome because we owe fate. So, the sooner we get involved, the easier it will be, and the greater the gains will be."

But the young man still had one question:
"But why do the seniors I've met only set up their positions in remote and desolate areas? At most, they find places to establish their presence in counties and towns, but they hesitate to go to obvious and important locations such as prefectures and capitals?"

But as he talked, he realized it himself:

"Ah, we are currently indebted to the heavens, while they may be blessed with great fortune at any time. Therefore, the larger the place, the greater the gains, but also the greater the variables."

"If we are not careful, when the great era arrives, we could be devoured by the fortune and destiny we have greedily seized, leading to total defeat. Therefore, the larger the territory, the more careful and cautious we must be, and plan our moves slowly!"

There are certainly reckless individuals, but they haven't survived to this day.

The old man smiled with satisfaction:
"After all these years, you've finally been smart for once, but not entirely."

"Not entirely?!"

The young man was utterly astonished.

"All of you seniors were snatching food from the jaws of a tiger, isn't that entirely true?"

"Of course, because you only see someone snatching food from the tiger's mouth, but you forget that what is snatching food is a dragon, a jiao, an ancient power that even great calamities cannot defeat."

"The reason they are so cautious, aside from what you mentioned, is that they are all looking for something with a huge cause and effect, with far-reaching implications, but no one knows what it is or how much it is!"

"When you combine two things, you naturally have to be careful and cautious."

Previously, the old man couldn't be sure if any reckless individuals would force their way in, but now he is certain.

Because if they had been extremely careful, they would have all died long ago!
At this point, the old man couldn't help but laugh:

"Well, I reckon their emperor will start to wonder in a few months whether he's gone mad or the world has gone mad."

(End of this chapter)