Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 652 Ending
In chaos.

Gray and vast.

Without direction, without boundaries.

Suddenly, a golden light, accompanied by a large expanse of blood red, streaked through the chaotic mist like a shooting star.

The force gradually dissipated under the obstruction of the mist, leaving the golden light and blood red in the empty space.

With a crisp "crack," it sounded like a stone shattering.

The wooden sign, which had been gleaming with golden light, cracked instantly.

The large cloud of blood mist suddenly contracted and quickly seeped into the three golden characters "Li Wushou".

A thought quietly revived.

Immediately afterwards, an aura completely different from the chaos rose up.

The myriad patterns and veins of the Dao detached from the spirit tablet, causing it to shatter completely.

The next moment, countless veins intertwined and converged.

Rebuilding order from chaos!

Resembling bones and tendons, it resembles a diagram of the human body's veins, converging into a human shape in the chaos.

The three golden characters "Li Wushou" that had absorbed a large amount of blood mist were contained within the veins of the human body, with the end of the veins rooted in them.

The gold lettering, like a block of wax, suddenly melted away, filling the veins of the human figure.

Flesh and blood proliferate rapidly!
Just then, a vast amount of chaotic energy surged in.

Chaos has always been overwhelming and crushing things that are completely different from chaos.

The moment the chaotic mist seeped into the flesh and blood, a large amount of newly generated flesh and blood rapidly dissolved.

But strangely, a large amount of flesh and blood then began to grow again.

Li Wushou's flesh and blood seem to share the same characteristics as Chen Gou'er's flesh and blood, being able to continuously reincarnate and regenerate.

For a time, the two sides were locked in a tug-of-war.

The myriad veins that helped Li Wushou reassemble his human form were, in contrast to the pull of flesh and blood on the chaotic mist, now devouring large amounts of chaotic energy.

Tao produces one, one produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things.

The Primordial Holy Sect upholds the orthodox tradition of forbidden immortals and has always adhered to the true meaning of this supreme path of cultivation.

When things follow the natural order, all things arise; when they go against it, all things return to chaos.

This is also the most fundamental difference between the Way of the Ancestral Dragon and the Way of the Azure.

At this moment, Li Wushou was not given a choice.

Although his mind had returned to normal, everything seemed more like an instinctive state between sleep and wakefulness.

All paths draw nourishment from chaos, constantly absorbing the power of the origin.

The vast chaos possesses inexhaustible power and boundless Dao.

Li Wushou's body, with its myriad vein patterns, was like a seed rooted in a nourishing land, greedily absorbing all nutrients, and then growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I don’t know how much time passed.

The tug-of-war between the flesh and blood and the chaotic mist suddenly reached a certain balance.

A large amount of chaotic mist and flesh energy strangely merged into one in a way that was beyond comprehension.

With the infusion of a large amount of chaotic energy, although Li Wushou's body with its myriad vein patterns grew to an unimaginable height, resembling a giant, the flesh and blood inside it rapidly became fuller again.

Gradually, flesh and blood enveloped the myriad veins, and a membrane began to grow on the body's surface.

Chaotic mist swirled around the giant, resonating and interacting with the Taoist magic and flesh within its body through the giant's openings.

The chaotic currents, powerful enough to obliterate everything, occasionally brushed past the giant's body without causing the slightest ripple.

An aura of primordial chaos and timelessness emanated from the giant's body.

And then, who knows how much time passed.

Two streaks of light suddenly shot out from the perpetual chaos.

Immediately afterwards, a series of sounds, like muffled thunder, emanated from the chaos.

The giant shook his body, as if he were stretching.

Suddenly a murmur arose, initially a little dry, but gradually becoming fluent.

I'm awake.

"I am Li Wushou!"

"No lifespan is the end, no lifespan is also the beginning, no lifespan is limitless!"

The murmurs grew louder and smoother.

The resounding Daoist chant echoed in all directions, causing the chaotic energy to surge and churn endlessly, as if the chaos itself was responding to its name.

He turned his body slightly and looked around.

The clear and melodious sound of the Tao arose again:
"Even without lifespan, one can still be an immortal!"

Upon hearing this, the chaotic mist surrounding Li Wushou rapidly dissipated, and in the blink of an eye, an empty space formed around him.

Looking into the distance, not far from their own airspace, a golden realm floated amidst the chaotic mist. The realm, like a star, seemed to breathe in and out the chaotic energy.

Above the Great Realm, a giant claw held the Great Realm upside down in its palm.

The giant claw was covered with golden dragon scales, and along the claw upwards, a huge, winding golden dragon body was half-hidden in the chaotic mist.

The Great Realm, held captive by the enormous dragon's body, resembles a dazzling dragon pearl in comparison.

Even from Li Wushou's current perspective as a giant, looking at this golden dragon body, it felt like a mortal peering at the body of a dragon god, filled with a sense of oppression.

With a swift movement, Li Wushou's golden dragon body drew closer.

He did not sense any active spirit or energy from this dragon.

Clearly, this dragon's body had long since perished.

It's not hard to guess that this dragon's body is the legendary body of the Ancestral Dragon.

The golden, dazzling world below should be the one that Cang absorbed and unified after the Ancestral Dragon's inner world (the Forbidden Immortal World).

He waved his hand at the dragon's body, and most of the chaotic mist surrounding the dragon dissipated.

What came into view was a bloody wound that almost ran across the dragon's body, seven inches from its tip.

This almost confirms Li Wushou's conjecture.

This bloody wound resembled a ravine, penetrating deep into the dragon's body.

The flesh and blood exuded an aura of greed, evolving into various innate beings and even flesh and blood monsters resembling humans, which charged towards other parts of the ancestral dragon's body.

Within the body of the Ancestral Dragon, Dao patterns permeated the air, constantly obstructing and killing these flesh and blood.

But these flesh and blood continued to reincarnate and multiply, absorbing nutrients from the ancestral dragon's body, and charged forward once again.

It goes on and on, trapped in a cycle.

Li Wushou gazed at this scene silently, murmuring to himself:

"Is this the origin of my flesh and blood and Chen Gou'er's?"

When the old beggar sent Li Wushou to the heavens, he imprinted the cause and effect of that year on Li's memorial tablet.

Li Wushou was deeply impressed by the Blood Wolf that had severely injured the Ancestral Dragon.

Now that the inner world has reopened amidst chaos, and life and death have been intertwined, with reincarnation occurring within the body, Li Wushou can naturally see the condition of this flesh wound at a glance.

That flesh-and-blood wolf is clearly also a being who controls reincarnation.

Only in this way could this wound, like a maggot clinging to a bone, torment the First Emperor for countless years.

As a result, the First Emperor had no choice but to recreate the world in an attempt to establish a cycle of reincarnation.

Looking back, Zulong's choice was undoubtedly the right one!
They just miscalculated the situation.

Slowly lowering his gaze, Li Wushou did not remove the flesh wound.

To him, the wound was like a candle flame.

It has been shining in the chaos for so many years without causing any trouble, but once it is truly extinguished, things may change.

Let's leave it here for now and deal with the things at hand first.

With a swift movement, Li Wushou stood beside the dragon's claw, overlooking the golden world.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the chaotic mist was instantly dispelled.

His pupils were black and white, and then a Tai Chi aura enveloped the entire golden realm.

Within the golden realm, land and sea are clearly distinct.

Li Wushou then realized that Fubo, Fengling, the Central Region, and many other major domains only accounted for about one-twentieth of the entire Great Realm's territory.

All other regions, due to repeated upheavals in nature, have long been shrouded in eerie mists.

Cang is indeed practicing his own way; he wants to return to all paths and strengthen himself.

It wasn't just to appease the old beggar.

This was also to eliminate the unease that Chaos Wolf had brought to Him back then.

There is no right or wrong in any of this; it's simply a matter of choice.

As if sensing Li Wushou's gaze, the entire golden realm trembled instinctively, and strange mist rose continuously into the sky, attempting to block Li Wushou's gaze from the world.

Seeing this, Li Wushou remained calm and spoke softly:
"open!"

The Taiji energy flow that enveloped the entire world suddenly paused, and then began to flow in the opposite direction.

In an instant, a portal appeared in the sky above the golden realm.

Looking through the gate, one can see into the greater world.

Parting the folds of the void, a dilapidated thatched hut slowly appeared before Li Wushou's eyes.

The messy wooden gate and the overgrown courtyard were just as they had been when Li Wushou had built them, piece by piece, stone by stone.

With a knowing smile, Li Wushou stepped out and entered the thatched hut.

He walked slowly to the dilapidated square table and sat down in his original seat.

Gently raising his head, gazing at Wu Qinghe's body burdened with Chen Gou'er's flesh and blood, and at the faint, ethereal canopy above the square table, Li Wushou chuckled softly:
"I am back!"

(End of this chapter)