Covering the Heavens: Its fortune endures forever, sweeping across all heavens.

In other words, the past history, old friends, and the great achievements left behind all need to be emptied and disappear into the myriad realms.

This means that he needs to directly or indirectly erase all his ties and sever all constraints.

Although breaking through to the level of the Sacrifice Path can salvage everything.

But what's done is done, and nothing can be changed.

The universe, history, and cause and effect can be distorted by the great power above the sacrificial path, but the mind above the sacrificial path will not be changed.

The thought of directly or indirectly erasing a deceased friend will take root in his heart, like a nightmare, constantly piercing his soul.

"Perhaps this was the predicament of the three generations of bronze coffin masters back then." Qin Tian vaguely understood, seeing through the truth hidden in the fog of history.

The truth behind the illness of the so-called Lord of the Three Coffins.

As the pioneer who created the path of sacrifice, this supreme genius, after countless years, created a method that rose above the path of sacrifice.

Sever all ties and causal relationships, and transcend the Great Dao with an empty state.

As he created his own method, he naturally understood the conditions for breaking through.

The first condition, though difficult, is not impossible to fulfill. As a seeker of the Way, he naturally has plenty of ways to resolve the issue of mindset.

Only the second condition, this one, made the master of the Three-Life Coffin stop, sever all cause and effect, and erase the trace of his own existence.

This trapped him, leaving him stuck in the realm of ritual.

But after countless years, he could no longer suppress his longing for the end of the Great Dao, whether by indifferently looking down on the deaths of his relatives and friends or by personally pushing for the severing of this cause and effect.

In the end, he finally embarked on this path, severing all ties and entanglements with his own hands.

After all, with His power as the greatest priest of all time, who could kill His relatives and friends? Who could erase all traces of Him?

No!

Only He Himself could accomplish such a thing.

Even after the breakthrough, one can use omniscient and omnipotent authority to salvage everything.

But what's done is done, and even if you try to undo everything afterward or turn back time, nothing can be changed.

He subconsciously believed that all his relatives and friends had died.

What has been salvaged now is nothing but a collection of replicas, an illusion.

Therefore, all the heavens and myriad worlds changed under his will, and his former friends turned into reflections.

This is the real reason he got sick; it was a mental illness, a self-reproach.

After all, how could the mere difference between reality and illusion possibly imprison the mind of a transcendent being? He had underestimated the mind of a transcendent being in the past.

If he wants his relatives and friends to become real, then they must become real.

Like the Three Heavenly Emperors of later generations, they broke through the sacrificial path and reunited with their relatives and friends. They did not regard their old friends as illusions.

But if He subconsciously believes that His relatives and friends are illusory, then His relatives and friends will naturally become illusory.

Although we don't know exactly what He was thinking.

But in the end, he dispelled the "existence" of his old friend and sealed away his own history.

He sat alone in the courtyard, letting the lesions appear on his body, accepting the punishment of the nightmare.

The curtain fell only when He Himself decided He should die.

But this is not the end, but only a new beginning.

That nightmare did not dissipate after the death of the master of the Three-Life Coffin.

He was a thought of the master of the three-life bronze coffin, possessing the same characteristics as those of the sacrificial path. Unwilling to simply fade into oblivion, he transformed into a strange entity, into the plateau!

That highland will is said to possess power almost surpassing that of a ritual priest.

Ten lesions gave birth to ten progenitors, and what was on the body of the master of the three-generation bronze coffin that could grant living beings power that was almost above the level of sacrificial rituals, and what kind of being could bear this power?

It should be noted that even the progenitor could not bear one-tenth of the power of the ashes, and needed to seal the ashes in a coffin to prevent them from coming into contact with him.

It will only be activated in a life-or-death struggle.

Even the progenitor who was originally an Immortal Emperor could hardly bear the power of the ashes, but an "ordinary" mountain could bear power almost above the level of a sacrificial ritual.

impossible!

It is absolutely impossible.

Only a portion of His own will could bear the power that was almost above the ritualistic level.

The essence of the plateau is the lingering malice of those who have ascended to the highest level of sacrificial rites.

He commanded the strange progenitor, harnessed strange matter, and corrupted all the heavens and myriad realms, launching cleansing campaigns time and time again.

They vent their pain and repay the world with malice.

This is the truth behind the bizarre turmoil!

"Everything is the will of the one who transcends the sacrificial path!"

Qin Tian instantly understood: Why would someone who had reached the pinnacle of cultivation fall ill? And why were the remnants of his illness and death arranged in such a bizarre way?!

Infect living beings, alter their souls, and unleash a blood sacrifice!

All of this is because the owner of the Three-Life Coffin harbored malice towards the world.

He blamed the world for everything he suffered, instinctively hoping that all beings in the world would suffer as much as he did.

Thus, the world operated according to His will, and the myriad realms experienced destruction more than once.

Qin Tian gasped, clutching his head, a rare look of horror in his eyes: "Good heavens, I've figured everything out."

What if he dies with his flesh and blood scattered throughout the myriad worlds, and is then judged to have committed suicide?

Qin Tian was unable to calm down for a long time.

He walked out of the Zixiao Palace and arrived at the Three Thousand Provinces.

His instinct was to escape the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and get away from everything related to the Lord of the Three Incarnations Bronze Coffin.

But for such a being, the myriad worlds are but a drop of water. Even if he runs for a million years, in His eyes, it is still as if he has not moved at all.

The whole world is an illusion, only I am real; He can accomplish anything if He so desires.

It would be better to go directly to the Three Generations Coffin and verify one's own ideas, so that at least one can have peace of mind.

What if he was wrong, and the master of the Three-Life Coffin wasn't the kind of person he thought he was?

In the unlikely event that, before he broke through to the Dao of Sacrifice, there was a force similar to the strange race in the myriad realms that was reaping the lives of beings in the myriad realms to sacrifice to the Great Dao, or something else.

Even if he advances to the Sacrifice Dao realm, he is not truly invincible; there are still opponents who can contend with him.

In the event that his relatives and friends perished in that ancient war like the Desolate Emperor, he was filled with despair and abandoned everything, burning himself in a desperate gamble.

In the end, he "luckily" achieved the status of a sacrificial priest.

In any case, the realm above the Sacrifice Path was just as hasty as his breakthrough method.

His idea was ultimately just a guess; he didn't know how history would unfold.

He wanted to verify everything. Whether he stuck his neck out or not, he would still be killed. Since that was the case, he might as well cut him off sooner rather than later to save him from living in fear.

Anyway, he has powerful connections, and he's seen mahjong games before, hasn't he?!

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Chapter 625 The Sigh of the Lord of the Three Incarnations of the Bronze Coffin, The Third Method of Transcendence

Qin Tian took a step forward and arrived at a place deep in the earth. Wisps of chaotic energy spread out, like celestial mist, making the place look exceptionally mysterious.

This could perhaps be called an underground palace, like a fallen ancient city, ancient and desolate, with runes still shining brightly even after countless years.

Qin Tian stopped in front of a platform.

On the massive, mountain-like platform before them stood nine enormous skeletons, glowing and radiating an aura of immortality, covered in runes, resembling a creature—a true dragon!

Behind the skeleton of the nine dragons, a large bronze coffin was being pulled, covered with mottled patina, as if bearing the vicissitudes of countless ages.

"Nine dragons pulling the coffin... We meet again!" Qin Tian stroked his cheek; his face looked so much like someone else's.

The sight made Qin Tian somewhat uneasy.

"The Three Generations Bronze Coffin!"

"A true artifact of the sacrificial path!" Qin Tian gently patted the Three-Life Coffin, and chaotic energy surged forth from it.

The force, powerful enough to shake the entire world, struck the bronze coffin but produced no fluctuations, only causing the platform beneath it to crack.

"anyone there?"

"Moshi moshi, is anyone there?"

"What do you think of my guess just now?" Qin Tian asked directly, making a fool of himself.

He knew that for someone like the master of the Three Generations Bronze Coffin, even "death" was just a state of being.

He may exist in any corner of the universe, at any point in time.

Even if it's not here.

His gaze can see through every corner of the world; he is absolutely omniscient and omnipotent.

A soft "crack!" rang out, jarringly loud in the quiet underground palace. Qin Tian tensed every nerve, quickly backing away and turning to look at the source of the sound.

"Damn it!" Qin Tian cursed in shock.

He turned around to look, only to find that it wasn't the person he had expected, but rather the small bronze coffin inside the large bronze coffin that was making the noise.

"A bunch of immortal souls obsessed... Do they know that ghosts can scare people to death?" Qin Tian patted his chest to calm his excited emotions.

"Wait a minute, shouldn't the remnant soul inside have already been released by Shi Hao?" Qin Tian asked, puzzled. Logically speaking, at this point in time, the things inside the Three Lives Coffin should have already been released by Shi Hao and his men.

"Could it be that I caused this change again?" Qin Tian hesitated. Anyway, anything that didn't fit the plot could be blamed on him.

"Really!" Qin Tian sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. With a casual wave of his hand, he opened the small bronze coffin.

A shower of light, pure and immaculate, poured down from the coffin, and countless celestial figures soared into the air, draped in divine light, each one incomparably sacred.

Among them was a white-robed monk with a serene demeanor and swastika symbols in his pupils, shining brightly like celestial flames.

There was another figure, dressed in a Taoist robe, with thick hair cascading down his chest and back. His gaze was deep, and his body was surrounded by primordial primordial energy. He stood high above, inspiring awe and reverence.

There were men who looked like ancient demons and women who were like peerless fairies, a total of ten people, each of whom was like an immortal being.

"We have seen the Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King!" Although the many remnant souls of immortals were not fully conscious, they still recognized Qin Tian's disguise.

"Let them reincarnate!" Qin Tian waved his hand, using the power of reincarnation to allow the immortals to be reborn.

This group of remnant immortal souls also activated a trace of the power of the True Spirit Realm, and were also within the scope of reincarnation, so they were just right to be used to support the Heavenly Court.

Otherwise, a Heavenly Court without even immortal beings would be mistaken by others as an assassin's Heavenly Court established by some nobody.

When Qin Tian returned to the Three Lives Coffin, nothing had changed.

"Either my guess is wrong, or they just don't want to talk to me." Qin Tian looked around.

"Either one is good news."

Qin Tian breathed a sigh of relief. At least this way he wouldn't have to worry about being stabbed in the back by eight mortal daggers and committing suicide.

However, after he turned and left.

A figure stood before the bronze coffin of the Three Generations.

It was as if He had stayed here for endless years, savoring endless solitude, quietly watching everything that happened in the myriad realms.

Unmoved, like a stone sculpture, or a lonely, dead ghost.

In the end, He came back to life, and the entire universe, whether it was the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, or the other side of the Boundary Sea, or even the heavens above, or even the plateau, was put on pause.

Everything was still, except for him, who walked alone in the universe.

He gazed in the direction Qin Tian had left, saw Qin Tian, ​​and also saw himself playing mahjong in the future, but He remained unmoved, his expression cold. Though his face was expressionless, it seemed to be filled with a furious rage towards all things in the universe.

He sighed softly, "Alas!"

"Did we fail again?!"

The next moment, time resumed its flow, and He died again, as if He had never existed.