Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

Then the blood mist reformed into blood droplets, carrying the three eyes' supernatural powers, cultivation, memories, and ten strands of resistance, and dripped towards the past.

All the wisdom and Dharma originating from the Three-Eyed One were gradually transformed into the Memory Tree of the Earth Akashic Record.

In 415 AD, in the back mountain cemetery of an obscure little sect.

With his chest pierced and his left eye gouged out, San Yan knelt before the ancestral master's stele and closed his eyes.

As the last remaining member of the sect, the Three-Eyed One, severely injured by a rival sect, will die here, and then be reborn.

The three eyes in front of the monument gradually weakened and then stopped breathing, just as the revolving lantern of life was heading towards the void.

At the very moment the three-eyed brain died, the space above the corpse opened its dark eyes, and in the middle of those eyes, the true blood of myriad karmas, intertwined with a large number of causal lines, dripped down.

The inevitable outcome, determined by the cause and effect of all things, is a predetermined fact that no one in the entire world of supernatural powers can prevent.

Yes, even if the corpse is annihilated into basic particles, a Nirvana Corpse will still be reborn out of thin air after the true blood is dripped.

Xia Jie suspected that using the supernatural power of causality to change things might even result in punishment.

Even someone as powerful as Jiang Mingzi could only watch helplessly as his master was transformed into a Dharma corpse.

Then, in a fit of extreme anger, sorrow, and hatred for all things, he drew his sword against his master.

From his master, who was as close as a father, to his two friends in the River of Oblivion, the path of the Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the World permeated his life.

Even if it means killing friends and family, or severing ties with friends, he will never stop.

However, at this very moment, a miracle occurred above the three-eyed man's head.

The true blood of Nirvana and the true blood of all deeds overlapped and dripped together onto the three-eyed corpse.

The moment they touched, the former completely replaced the latter, and the latter, which was replaced in the false world, was completely devoured and absorbed by the causal law of the false world, that is, Xia Jie.

In that instant, the three-eyed creature was also replaced by a puppet, carrying out everything it was supposed to do.

The real Three-Eyed One fell into the fake world and began working for Xia Jie.

Although he, who was resurrected by the true blood of Nirvana, also needed life force, unlike a normal Nirvana corpse, the Nirvana corpse created by Xia Jie only ate the life force of plants and had no appetite for living people.

The Plants vs. Zombies game.

In reality, the past, present, and future of the three-eyed being have all been replaced by the same puppet. The effect of this "true world illusory world puppet body" is to replace the real with the fake, replacing the target's entire life from the fertilized egg.

Those who should have been killed by him, as well as all people and all life from the time of Luca, the progenitor of life, throughout history, regardless of good or evil, will fall into a false world at the moment of suffering, becoming witnesses to a false Earth and a false law of cause and effect.

However, the true law of causality will be gradually stolen away by Xia Jie through the false testimony of the unintelligent AI.

The only difficulty is that the difficulty of replacement varies from person to person.

The stronger a person is, the harder they are to replace; the people around a strong person are hard to replace; the greater their impact on human history, the harder they are to replace; the person who gave birth to an important or powerful person is hard to replace; the person is harder to replace while alive than before death; the person is harder to replace in public than when no one is watching; the person on the day of the final battle in 2025 is hard to replace.

Therefore, the replacement work has been delayed and has not been completed satisfactorily. It is time for my clones to appear and kill all of humanity, past, present and future, and forcibly replace everything.

If all the witnesses are attributed to Xia Jie, then what harm is there in giving the real Earth to the law of cause and effect?

Chapter 50 Thanks to Wangchuan for Open Source

Also in 1906, the day before the replacement of the three-eyed eyes, the sun was already hanging on the horizon, and a cool morning breeze swept through the streets and alleys of Sanchuan Town.

A thousand years ago, when Jiang Mingzi destroyed the Wangchuan Academy, the other side of the mountain, which he exchanged for a small stone with a Yuefu, was covered with lush forests and the melodious chirping of birds.

And down the mountain...

"Brother Wang, this is today's protection fee." In front of the dough figurine stall, Zhao Yan, disguised as an ordinary person, was bowing and scraping to Wang Dalai, a local thug who had gathered his henchmen to collect protection fees on this street.

"Oh, you even added two extra coins. Good for you." Wang Dalai, with a scar above his right eyebrow, finished counting the coins in his hand, patted Zhao Yan on the shoulder, and turned away, leaving behind a single sentence:

"Since you're so capable, then from now on, we'll follow this standard. If you dare to shortchange us by even a penny, hehe, watch out for your bones!"

"Yes, yes, I will definitely do it!" Zhao Yan, sandwiched between Wang Dalai's underlings, smiled obsequiously, looking every bit the commoner, while thinking about whether he should drain Wang Dalai's life force tonight.

'Fine, I'll just have to bear with it a little longer.'

The legendary hunger-resistant king Zhao Yan suppressed his thirst for life, lowered his head and sculpted a dough figure. With the exquisite skill of the great supernatural corpse, a lifelike Zhong Kui dough figure quickly took shape.

"Lao Zhao's technique is unparalleled."

In the fake world, Xia Jie's still-awakening consciousness watched with great interest as Zhao Yan finished sculpting the dough figurine, and then replaced Zhao Yan with the puppet body she had created.

This was the first substitution in Xia Jie's eyes, and also the last substitution in the external timeline.

Relying on the analysis of Zhao Yan's memories of the Heavenly Blood Body Technique, supplemented by her experience as the Cursed Blood Spirit, and her current understanding of human structure as a half-Alaya Consciousness, Xia Jie created the first and last 'True World False World Puppet Body'.

"Haha, thanks to Wangchuan for the open source!"

In fact, whether it was the local thug Wang Dalai and his gang, the ants carrying crumbs under Zhao Yan's feet, or even the microorganisms invisible to the naked eye in the air, they were all puppets.

If we don't consider AI as life, then the corpse Zhao Yan is the last thing in the entire Sanchuan Town that can be called "alive".

Although plants and microorganisms, lacking self-awareness, have no right to "witness," Xia Jie replaced them all just in case.

In his words...

"If it's something that's easy to do, why not do it?"

On the treetop of the Tree of Memory, Zhao Yan knelt down with a thud before Xia Jie's phantom, shouting like a mortal:

"Oh, oh, oh, I, Zhao Yan, have stumbled upon a divine destiny! Immortal Grandfather, please accept my humble bow!"

Xia Jie remained unmoved.

"Stop pretending. I am the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Businesses. You want to reunite with me. I will grant you that. In return, you will work for me, understand?"

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, then decisively slid to his knees, his movements even more swift than San Yan's.

"I'd go through fire and water for you, my lord!"

While spouting seemingly harmless and eloquent words, Zhao Yan felt a suffocating sensation in his heart, as if a python were coiling around him.

The scene before him was clearly beyond his ability to resolve. Not to mention that he was quite weak due to his restraint in eating people, even in his prime, he would have been helpless.

The answer is obvious: regardless of whether the person in front of him is a professional or not, and regardless of what kind of work is being done, he has no choice but to accept.

He had made up his mind from the day he began to protect Shangguan Xiao, who had become a corpse.

He, Zhao Yan, will live on with Shangguan Xiao, and live on by any means necessary!

The same applies now; as long as he can live to see the day they meet again, he doesn't care how humble he has to be.

"Before that, I have a question for you," Xia Jie's calm voice continued.

"Please ask away, sir."

"You know the true nature of the 'Returning Heaven Blood Body' technique from the River of Oblivion, right?"

"Yes, sir, I understand."

“Very good.” Xia Jie nodded and spoke again, “The essence of the Returning Heaven Blood Body is to refine a blood body with a certain level of intelligence using one’s own blood, and then back up one’s own memories and supernatural powers into the blood body.”

If the creator of the Blood Body possesses a natal divine power, they can resurrect once on the Blood Body by sacrificing their natal power.

However, the blood body only replicates memories, not transfers the original spirit. In essence, it is a false resurrection. The resurrected person can only be considered a twin who looks very similar to the original.

In other words, neither you now nor Shangguan Xiao in 2020 are the same people you used to be.

"I...I know, I've always known." Zhao Yan's voice held a hint of sadness after hearing Xia Jie's words.

"But there was no way to escape. Once we encountered Jiang Mingzi, there was absolutely no chance of escape. Even though I gave up my blood body in advance, the tracking seal left by this Sky-Chasing Seal still followed me like a maggot to my bone for thousands of years."

"No, no, no, the solution is right in front of you." Xia Jie's voice was tinged with laughter.

“If you and she can live, then you and she from a thousand years ago could also live. All four of you will have to work hard for me.”

Furthermore, I will completely copy your memories to your original counterparts, restore their youth, and then mix up the four of you without telling you who is who.

The Law of Cause and Effect in the Xia Jie card begins to reveal its own perverse sense of humor.

"Huh? Two Shangguan Xiaos?"

No, is it the real and fake Monkey Kings? No, who am I, and who is me? Who should I love, and who should love me? If I have both Shangguan Xiaos, would I agree to the other one?

"I, uh...I...this..."

Zhao Yan's thoughts were thrown into disarray by Xia Jie's words, his lips trembled slightly, and he didn't know how to speak.

Before Zhao Yan could sort out his thoughts, Xia Jie threw him into the fake world.

"Your love is both beautiful and tragic, but your killing is an unforgivable sin."

So go and do good deeds, and gradually pay off your evil deeds through good karma.

Cherish the salvation I have given you, for you have exhausted all hope.

Chapter 51 A Revolution That Began Here

October 3, 1911, Dongting City.

Outside the city, the lake ripples and the clouds are vast; inside the city, lanterns are hung and colorful decorations are displayed, and crowds throng the streets.

Many magical fields, some strong and some weak, were mixed in among the crowd. They were seekers of the Dharma, all there for the annual grand event of the Dharma world, the five-day Dharma Battle Festival that begins on October 5th every year.

Under the influence of the obstruction stone, ordinary people unknowingly brush past those who openly seek the Dharma and make no attempt to conceal their special nature.

In the world where the sun and moon are intersecting, the mortal world and the world of supernatural powers are so intertwined yet distinct. Science and supernatural powers are like parallel lines that are very close yet never intersect, like the two sides of a mirror.

Xia Jie's other self, or rather, her memory clone, wearing a modern T-shirt and sporting an out-of-fashion buzz cut, pushes through the bustling crowd and walks briskly through Dongting Street, savoring the carefree and charming atmosphere of the extraordinary trade fair.

A carnivorous flower chewed by a large dog on mice, a paper carp that can carry people flying, a serpentine cloud of smoke dancing to the sound of a flute, a tiny golden cudgel that can temporarily grow larger...

A dazzling array of items, too numerous to mention.

"Even though this world is often tainted with filth, the most wonderful thing is still to experience it firsthand."

Xia Jie opened her hands, savoring the cool breeze flowing through her fingers.

Zhao Yan is the last life he can secretly replace in the real timeline. In other words, from that day onward, all lives are left with only the option of "killing to survive".

"Alas, then kill them."

Xia Jie, who was called "Killing and Saving Life, Destroying and Decaying Heavenly Venerable" and "Blood Virtue True Lord" by the people of the false world, sighed.

He had already reached his limit by replacing real witnesses with weak spiritual AI puppets that possessed only a faint capacity for witnessing.

Like the real entity hidden in the shadows of human history, playing the role of Schrödinger's cat, the puppets are like the unintentional Bi Gan, whose falsehoods cannot be exposed, otherwise the law of causality will detect them.