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

As the last cloud of blood entered the illusion scroll, the scroll itself began to tremble violently, and cracks gradually appeared on its surface, as if something was trying to break free...

In just one second, Xia Jie exchanged thousands of blows with Jiang Mingzi, Gao Haoguang, and Atuna, three titled great supernatural beings.

The four fought from the ground to the sky, and then from the sky back down to the ground. The aftershocks of their battle, mixed with oppressive power, seemed capable of shaking heaven and earth.

As a result, people all over the continent came to know the existence of "Dharma", and the once occasional appearance of the True Blood of Myriad Businesses began to occur more frequently.

Under Wanye's command, the endless horde of corpses was forced to overcome its insatiable thirst for life and devote all its efforts to protecting the world from the siege of the Blood Shadow.

Ordinary people watched as their parents, and their grandparents' grandparents, rose from their graves and desperately resisted the crimson swords of the Blood Shadow.

Amidst sorrow and despair, hatred for Blood Shadow Heavenly Punishment arose, but unfortunately, there was no Moon Order specifically designed for Xia Jie that they could activate.

The sects seeking the Dharma on Earth were equally desperate. They had once thought that the blood demons and blood calamities recorded in ancient books that occurred during the war of cause and effect were just a misinterpretation by the ancients of the Nirvana Corpse Disaster caused by the Corpse Immortal of Myriad Causes.

But I never expected it to be true.

Actually, it's not their fault. Faced with the relentless correction of causality, it's already impressive that Xia Jie was able to leave behind even a few words.

In the Dongting Pit, a new blood clone with great supernatural powers pushed through the ground, which had been burned into lava by true fire, and crawled out from the depths of the earth.

Before he could even search for Gao Haoguang, the boy whom the fake Hai Zhengfeng had sent away, a new voice rang out from the pit.

"Mr. Xia's previous remarks were indeed interesting. Why don't you explain them in more detail so that I can clear up my doubts?"

Twenty meters to Xia Jie's right, Pan Nanjun, who had overdrawn a high-level concealment technique, appeared with Huang Liang.

"What's the point of talking to a lackey like you who only wants everyone to be sacrificed? We're on different paths, so we can't work together."

Xia Jie snapped his fingers, and a gigantic elephant, as large as a small mountain, which was a product of his supernatural powers, appeared without warning and pressed down on Huang Liang and Pan Nanjun.

Both of them possessed the great supernatural power to move mountains and fill seas, yet at this moment they were crushed by this elephant and could not stand up straight.

Because the elephant is merely an outward appearance, its essence is the weightless supernatural power of "the truest illusion" that can conceal the fluctuations of the Dharma.

The source of the weight is the "Buzhou Stone Body" within the elephant's body, which can infinitely increase its weight according to the evil karma accumulated by its opponents.

This stone body also possesses a powerful binding ability, making it difficult for Pan Nanjun to transfer his true form using the "minor injury, minor rebirth" technique of "selfless rebirth".

Xia Jie originally intended to use her minor supernatural power, Blood Zone Body, to dominate the entire match, and had no intention of using Blood Core Fission or the ancient and modern supernatural powers collected in her main body, but...

The sight of well-dressed wealthy merchants, landlords, and seekers of the Dharma walking the streets, as well as the pitiful people kneeling and begging for a living like Ergua in the original work, dampened his interest.

All these living beings are waiting for him to save them. How could someone as kind as him slowly save them one by one with his limited supernatural powers?

not to mention--

'Everyone in this fake world wants me to win, so at least this time, I can't keep challenging them recklessly.'

With Xiao Haoguang now rescued, Xia Jie, as the Lover King, has one less reason to restrain her strength.

"Ha! Want to lift weights? You want to try too!"

Pan Nanjun, standing beneath the elephant, strained to straighten his chest, which had been pierced by the Myriad Laws Sword and was now even more expansive than Abe's, and used the supernatural power he had plundered from Xia Jie's Great Supernatural Blood Body through the Selfless Reincarnation technique.

Just like before, a small house with no magical energy appeared above Xia Jie's head.

Xia Jie's expression changed slightly, and she braced herself against the suddenly enlarged house with both hands.

At that moment, Xia Jie felt as if she were carrying ten giant mountains on her back.

It was one of the concealment supernatural powers collected by Pan Nanjun, namely "Hidden Dharma House" and "Boundless Heaven" which could crush ordinary great supernatural powers with pure weight!

Although the prison can relieve the body of blood and thus avoid heavy pressure, this is a useless way of thinking!

He's not Fukuro Megumi; how could he possibly refuse to lift weights until the very end when Pan Nanjun invited him to?

"Just this once, Lao Pan."

Xia Jie accepted the invitation with a smile.

Pan Nan Jun, oh Pan Nan Jun, you are absolutely resilient. The boredom that comes with it is what taught you to lift weights...?

It's me, Xia Jie!!!

Chapter 58 Southward? Damn it!

At the pier where Xia Jie ate fries, there is a statue of Seagull Girl.

On a certain day of a certain month, the veteran "Mr. Ancient Net," who was passing by the "Celestial Venerable's Gift of Potatoes" statue, launched an impromptu interview with "Ms. Trilobite," who was also passing by.

"What does Venerable Xia Jie mean to us in this fake world?"

"A teacher as close as a brother or father! If it weren't for Teacher Xia Jie, our trilobite race would have long since entered an evolutionary dead end~, and..."

"I'd say she's a benefactor," the black cat said, flicking her tail as she passed by. "I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks that way."

"To be honest, I don't know much about the Bodhisattva of Killing, but there's one thing I'm sure of..."

Having entered the Buddhist order, and having seen through the principle that form is emptiness and emptiness is not different from form, even the little seagull, who had not yet taken human form, chimed in.

"What an idiot..." The female salmon leaped onto the dock, pouting in dissatisfaction under the puzzled gazes of the crowd.

"To love all life and save all life—only the most naive fool would think that way!"

"He could have shared some of the burden with us, but he insisted on facing it all by himself. What a complete hot-blooded idiot!"

"Sincere, heroic, and proud as he is, he is the sun I have been chasing all my life!"

A powerful, steely voice came from above the spirits as the living knight, bearing the name of Don Quixote, passed by on the shoulders of the windmill giant.

"Is that even a question?" Grandpa Rabbit Head stepped out of the statue's shadow, cleared his throat, and uttered two words—

"The strongest!!!"

"Undeniably the strongest."

A gentle voice came from the distant golden throne; even the mighty Yadang had to admit that Xia Jie was stronger than him.

“Yes, he was invincible. It’s hard to imagine him being defeated,” said Ms. Trilobite, who was the first to be interviewed.

"Although the Celestial Venerable said that the strongest are those who are destined to be surpassed, and said some nice things like 'there will always be successors' and 'I will not allow anyone to look down on me, nor do I want people to only ever look up to me,' defeating him... how is that possible?!"

A gentle yet lively female voice rang in the ears of all the spirits.

The corpse head, being carried by Mr. Pea Gatling on a date, also expressed support for Ms. Trilobite's words.

Many years later, in the real world, in the Dongting Pit.

Snap! Snap!

With the help of the pressure of the "Boundless Heaven", the powerful Xia Jie transformed his liquid body into a stronger solid blood crystal.

However, with both sides possessing similar magical powers, Xia Jie, who was fighting two opponents at once, was the first to be defeated.

His blood crystal body cracked inch by inch, and it looked like it was about to shatter!

In other words...

Did Pan Nanjun win?

Click—click—click—click—!

Three seconds later, Xia Jie shattered into pieces, and the elephants on Pan Nanjun and Huang Liang's shoulders also vanished from reality.

The two breathed a sigh of relief and quickly rushed out of the Dongting Pit to find the surviving mortals and spread the plague dream of the Myriad Corpse Immortal.

Yes!

Pan Nanjun really won!

"It burned, it burned out, leaving only snow-white ash."

In the dream of memories between the false world and the real world, the consciousness of this clone of a clone leans against the fluorescent blue treetop with an expression of burnt-out.

"Hey, clone, how's the weightlifting going?" the tree said.

"Wow! When did I arrive?"

"I didn't come; I've just always been here." The voice drifted gently from the giant tree, carrying a faint smile.

"The real body?" Xia Jie sat up straight.

"Of course it's me. When faced with such a critical historical juncture, I still need to wake up temporarily to cover for my clones."

So, what did you think of this weightlifting competition?

"This is just so incredibly unlucky. I wanted to win so badly, but..."

"But you seem very calm to me."

"Of course, I just lost, I didn't die. And only this clone that had just entered the Great Divine Power realm lost, the other clones are all fine."

Xia Jie stood up, casually conjured a pair of sunglasses and put them on her face, then leaned back and lay down on the large chair that her two souls had tacitly manifested, and then let out a long sigh.

“That makes sense.” The Akashic Tree lit up, as if in agreement.

"Didn't those junior staff at the dock say I was the strongest? I never thought that my title of the strongest would be ruined by an ordinary weightlifting competition."

"You're one, and they're two, that's unfair, so the weightlifting doesn't count."

"But Pan Nanjun was seriously injured, and he and Huang Liang had already been hit by a blood nucleus explosion, which negated their numerical advantage, didn't it?"

"That's true, we're even now. So... what do you think of Pan Nanjun's weightlifting ability?"

"He's incredibly strong. Even without Huang Liang, I doubt I could beat him."

"Lao Pan is at least a Dharma Corpse, so it's normal that he can withstand more damage than your Blood Zone, which is only distracted by controlling other minor supernatural powers."

The entity itself was not surprised by this.

"Send me out, I should go back and continue the right fight."

Xia Jie waved her hand, as if that unapproachable expression from just now was just an illusion.

"Didn't you burn out? I thought you were going to rest for a few more minutes."

"What burned out was me a few seconds ago, what does it have to do with me now? Goodbye."

"Okay, goodbye."

The Tree of Memory fell silent once more. For billions of years, it had been instinctively guiding the true blood of Nirvana to create variables in human history, and also brewing endless possibilities within its own false world.

Most of them ultimately failed, but a very small number succeeded, even more successfully than the creation of Adam.

It was these miraculous successes that allowed Him to reach the power He originally planned to acquire after 46 billion years of slumber, and even far exceed it.