Swallowing the Stars, Hu Yanbo's Pre-Godhood

Chapter 265 Sitting at home, a single word decides life and death.

In the quiet room, the excruciating pain caused by excessive willpower and weak body had long since disappeared.

Huyanbo sat cross-legged.

The divine body has been reconstructed by a completely new "cause and effect" framework, making it capable of bearing the will of the later stages of the God Emperor.

His right hand was suspended in front of him, his index finger extended, and a tiny point of light gathered at the fingertip.

In the light, an extremely delicate and complex silver pattern was slowly being generated and extended in the void, stroke by stroke, as his fingertips moved.

Copy the secret patterns of the "causal relationship between cause and effect" branch.

Stable fingertips, smooth silver texture.

The patterns outline the first closed loop, the structure is stable, and it begins to slowly flow on its own, emitting a faint Taoist charm that "effect" precedes "cause".

His fingertips moved nimbly to the next secret pattern node, beginning to outline the "reverse grafting" branch.

The process proceeded smoothly, with the new secret pattern naturally connecting with the previous "fixed fruit" secret pattern to form a slightly larger composite structure.

The copying continues.

"Bear the burden," "Reject," — he sketched the core runes of each branch in the void one by one.

connection.

These secret patterns each took shape individually, then intertwined with each other, gradually forming an incomplete but nascent overall framework.

His fingertips moved to the last area—the secret pattern structure here, which is responsible for connecting and coordinating the operation of all branches, and is the key to the ultimate peak of the entire "cause and effect" dual-realm system.

The fingertip moves here and falls.

Silver light flowed, outlining the initial patterns connecting the hubs. The process was smooth.

The lines extend, beginning to reach the nodes that connect with the various branches.

With each connection, the frame would vibrate slightly, and the overall flow of light would become brighter and smoother.

As the silver light touched it, the patterns began to extend, attempting to complete this final docking and closed loop.

The brushstrokes encountered unseen resistance at this point.

This stems from a lack of understanding of the final stage of the Great Dao of Cause and Effect.

The silvery patterns paused and trembled here.

"Click."

A very faint sound rang out.

The emerging nexus runes, along with the entire massive and intricate framework they connected to, all trembled.

Immediately following, from that impasse point, cracks spread and the silver light dissipated.

In the quiet room, only Hu Yanbo's hovering fingertips remained, standing still for a long time, digesting the insights gained from this "failure" that were more valuable than countless successful recruitment attempts.

The framework is almost complete, and only one final step remains to reach the peak of the second level of the Dao of Cause and Effect.

After a long while, Hu Yanbo raised his hand, lowered his fingers, and began again from the beginning.

To outline, connect, and build.

Touch the node.

collapse.

Withdraw your hand and sit quietly.

Raise your hand, lower your fingers.

To outline, to build, to touch, to collapse.

Time slips away quietly in these repeated cycles.

In the quiet room, only the silver light flickered and faded, the secret patterns gathered and dispersed, and the rhythmic, subtle cracking sounds could be heard.

I don't know how much time has passed.

After the framework collapsed and the light spot was extinguished once again, Hu Yanbo did not immediately raise his hand again.

He remained seated cross-legged, his gaze fixed on the empty space before his fingertips.

There, yet another secret-rune framework has just vanished into nothingness.

The room was silent.

He slowly, very subtly, adjusted the rhythm of his breathing.

Then, he raised his hand again.

And so, Hu Yanbo raised his hand and lowered his fingers for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

This time, the trembling patterns did not collapse, but instead, amidst the flickering light, they struggled to cross that point and continued to extend forward.

The brushstrokes continued uninterrupted.

"Buzzing sound—"

The three-dimensional rune framework in the void suddenly trembled.

The brilliance of all the branch patterns lit up at the same time, and fine golden and silver sparks appeared at the points where they intersected.

After a few breaths, the radiance subsided.

In the void, a complete "Cause and Effect Seal" floats, rotating slowly.

Every line of the talisman was exactly the same as the secret pattern of the outline of the "egg" in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"It's done."

"The cause and effect of the Great Way, all branches are united as one."

At the very moment the talisman took shape and completely merged with his foundation of existence, deep within Yi Hu Yanbo's consciousness, the six branches of the Great Dao of Cause and Effect, which he had already comprehended, originally only had the two branches of "Destiny" and "Karma" merged to form the second realm of the Great Dao of Cause and Effect, but at this moment they all trembled.

Each ray of light extends outwards, actively entwining itself around the already merged core of "fate and karma".

In just a few breaths, all six branches of the Great Dao of Cause and Effect merged into one, transforming into a perfect and profound source of cause and effect, which sank into the depths of his consciousness.

He has also reached the peak of the second realm of the Great Dao of Cause and Effect, and is only one final enlightenment away from achieving the ultimate.

In the quiet room, Hu Yanbo opened his eyes. In the depths of his left eye, cause and effect were in motion, while in the depths of his right eye, cause and effect were reversed.

He looked at his right hand, which he had just copied the "Cause and Effect Seal".

"I'm going against the natural order!" Hu Yanbo thought to himself.

If you want to reverse the flow to discover the complete Great Way, perhaps you should first follow the correct path of the Great Way.

Just as only by knowing all the rules of "cause and effect" can we deduce "cause and effect", and thus have a solid foundation and reference.

He, relying on the "egg" and system in his mind, had objects to learn from, thus enabling him to take shortcuts.

First, we see the final outline of the "cause and effect," and then we work backward to cultivate ourselves.

Now that the dual realms of "cause and effect" have been achieved, looking back at the correct path of "cause and effect," those branches and obstacles that once required much thought are now as clear as the lines on the palm of one's hand, flowing naturally into place.

If one can correct one's ways in reverse, then correcting one's ways will naturally be a smooth path.

However, in reality, if someone does take the wrong path of cultivation, the only way to succeed is to take the right path of cultivation correctly and understand it thoroughly.

There was only a sliver of a chance.

Hu Yanbo lowered his hand, and the "Cause and Effect Seal" in the void quietly disappeared.

Then, his thoughts sank into his divine body, and the perfect Daoist rhythm of the second level of "Cause and Effect" flowed, replacing the previous framework of his divine body.

Every single particle of the divine body is completely synchronized with this reversed logic.

Hu Yanbo was experiencing the many incredible things that the Great Dao brought him.

For example, this palace.

Hu Yanbo's gaze swept across the quiet room where he was.

This palace was a gift from the Empress of Fengdu. The materials are acceptable, but it is still somewhat different from a true divine-king level palace treasure.

A thought naturally arose: if he wanted, he could instantly transform this palace into an incomparably sturdy, divine king-level palace treasure containing spacetime.

Of course, after the palace is upgraded, he will go to find rare materials to repay the debt.

For example, Huyan Bo shifted his gaze outside the hall and "looked" at the Fengdu Empress's palace not far away.

If he wanted, he could make that palace change hands and become his in the next instant—that's the "result".

He can also "settle".

To repay the debt, one only needs to kill the senior sister, the Empress of Fengdu.

After all, she was dead, and the palace no longer belonged to her.

Hu Yanbo even felt that obtaining the secret treasures of the God King's Second Realm Palace was easier in this way.

The thought quickly vanished.

What one is capable of and what one is capable of doing are two different things.

How could I possibly steal my senior sister's palace treasures?

He closed his eyes slightly, focusing his attention on his own cultivation.

This is the most direct testing ground at present.

"I think," Hu Yanbo murmured to himself, "that I have mastered all three remaining branches of the Great Dao of Destruction."

In an instant, the complex mysteries of the three major branches, the interconnected key points, and the various operational changes were as if they were sorted out and connected by an invisible hand, transforming into a well-organized system of cognition and integrating into his consciousness.

He has now fully comprehended all six branches of the Great Path of Destruction.

Hu Yanbo slowly stood up and turned his gaze toward the direction of the Yanfeng Ancient Kingdom, beyond the Eastern Extreme Region.

Another thought naturally arose: "I think that Emperor Yuan, the ruler of the Yanfeng Ancient Kingdom, is already dead."

Yuandu, the deepest part of the Emperor Yuan Palace.

The palace was empty, except for a pool of blood in the center, which shimmered with a viscous, dark red. Di Yuan sat suspended in the void above the pool, his aura heavy and concentrated.

The space in front of him distorted slightly, and a sharp claw covered with fine black scales and with hook-like fingertips emerged out of thin air.

Claw held a fist-sized, crystal-clear bottle.

The bottle was empty, yet it seemed to contain the entire galaxy. Upon closer inspection, it was filled with countless tiny specks of light, compressed to the extreme, each speck representing a trapped life form.

There are many races, too numerous to count, and the majority of their life levels are true gods and void true gods.

The storm that was clearly started by Hu Yanbo is still having its aftershocks.

The order of the continent of origin was all put to rest.

But Di Yuan remained unmoved.

Let his puppet, Iron Demon Lord, do as he pleases, without fear!

"Storm?" Di Yuan scoffed.

He has seen real storms.

Before those progenitors, they were ants.

But in this land of ants, below the progenitor, only these emperors can be called supreme.

Even those who possess complete mastery of the Great Dao, such as the Lord of Myriad Realms and the Heavenly Wood Fruit Beast, would have to retreat when they encountered these two ancient kingdoms.

As for those "cleaners" who hide their heads and tails and only dare to trim some weeds—

"They said they were cleaning up major sins, but the top five on the list haven't been touched at all." Di Yuan's eyes were indifferent. "It seems they know their limits."

He had intended to use the iron scare bait to see what he could catch.

In retrospect, they were nothing but rats.

Once the thought reached this point, it dissipated.

Di Yuan closed his eyes again, preparing to immerse his mind in the depths of his bloodline and continue to explore it, to see if he could achieve the ultimate realm before this era of reincarnation.

However, before his mind could fully immerse itself in the experience, Di Yuan, who was sitting suspended in the air, suddenly plummeted downwards and fell straight into the blood pool below.

The viscous blood plasma silently separated, embracing his body, and then slowly closed again.

The surface of the pool returned to calm, without any further ripples.

There was no light, no sound, no burst of energy, and no triggering of any secret technique.

he died.

The instant after Di Yuan died.

In the ancient kingdom of Yanfeng, within a secret realm shrouded in layers of temporal and spatial mist, Difu, who was analyzing the patterns on a strange stone, suddenly stopped carving with his knife.

He raised his head, his eyes reflecting the galaxy, and looked towards the direction of Yuandu, his brows furrowed.

Deep within an ancient kingdom, in a secret realm that nurtures beings at the second level of the God-King realm, the Emperor guarding the realm is repelling a primordial being that attempts to cross the boundary.

Suddenly, his blood-red pupils contracted, and he looked in the direction of Yuandu, his face full of astonishment.

Chu Capital, Xuan Capital...

Despite their different locations, tasks, seclusion, duty, wakefulness, or slumber—these Emperor-level beings standing at the pinnacle of the Origin Continent all sensed the moment the causal thread of the Emperor Abyss broke.

"Di Yuan has fallen."

There is no process, no signs, only the result.

The emperors, with different faces, different postures, and different places.

Yet at this moment, in this silent stillness, almost identical surprise and solemnity emerged.

What happened?

How did Di Yuan, who possessed a complete set of incredibly powerful treasures, die?

Dongji Domain, inside the quiet room.

Huyanbo stood quietly.

On the surface of the skin, countless extremely fine, gold and silver interwoven patterns appeared.

The secret runes kept flashing, and with each flash, they caused the surrounding light to be subtly reversed and distorted.

After a few breaths, the flowing secret patterns of light receded inward and were completely absorbed into the body, and the skin returned to normal.

At the very instant the secret runes completely disappeared—

In Huyanbo's perception of cause and effect, the cause and effect of the Iron Demon Lord disappeared.

Furthermore, in the direction of the Yanfeng Ancient Kingdom, the karma of a powerful being also dissipated.

Clearly, that was Di Yuan.

Immediately afterwards, in his consciousness, the "repayment progress" of the remaining three major branches of the "Path of Destruction" was completed by nearly a quarter of the total.

At the same time, a new "cause" was also branded into the "cause and effect" pattern of his life.

That was the price to pay for killing Di Yuan.

"Is this the power of the fusion of branches in the second realm of the Great Dao of Cause and Effect?" Hu Yanbo exclaimed.

Previously, in the first realm of the Great Dao of Cause and Effect, Hu Yanbo mainly talked about using abilities to improve oneself.

The abilities of other major branches can only be used to interfere with others.

Now, the two realms are in harmony, and the branches are almost unified.

Sitting at home, a single word can determine life or death.

This is something even a powerful being on the path to becoming a God Emperor cannot achieve.

As long as one is within the Source World and confined by it, it is impossible to kill the Emperor with a single thought.

The rules are restrictive, there are many safeguards, and there are too many variables.

But Huyan Boneng.

It's not just Di Yuan.

Of the thirteen emperors of the Yanfeng Ancient Kingdom, excluding Emperor Qing, the other twelve could be chosen by him at will.

Then, in the next second, their fate will be just like Di Yuan's.

At this moment, the lives and deaths of the emperors and monarchs all rested on Hu Yanbo's decision in the quiet room of the Eastern Extremity.

"The King of Stories—" Hu Yanbo repeated the thought that had flashed through his mind long ago.

Now it seems it wasn't a dream.

He raised himself from the light and looked into the void. His perception of cause and effect spread out like a net, enveloping this vast continent and the countless "storylines" on the continent, some bright and some dark, intertwined and entangled.

Now, he seems to have the ability to pick up a pen and write different "endings" for certain stories.

Of course, the pen is heavy and the ink is expensive.

Every stroke of the pen requires paying a corresponding "price".

But at least, the pen is in my hand.

"Let's set a small goal first." Hu Yanbo lowered his hand, took a step, and his figure faded away from the quiet room.

Next, he stood above Howling Abyss, the gale howling, facing the gloomy sky of the Thunder Ancient Kingdom.

"Let's start by being the storyteller of the Origin Continent."