Their faces were blurred and their figures were indistinct, as if they were performing so kind of ritual.
At the center, a giant Golden Book floated in the endless Chaos, sowhat resembling the one above Wang Xiu’s Divine Soul but even more vast and complete.
As their ritual continued, Daoist Texts erged from the Golden Book, scattering like flowers dropped by heavenly maidens, spreading across the vast expanse of the Void Worlds.
Those hundreds of terrifying figures, surpassing the deities, raced to snatch them, leading to bloodshed, with gods dyed in blood. In the end, only a few hundred succeeded.
Afterward, the Golden Book shuddered and fled into nothingness, disappearing from sight.
「The scene shifted.」
At an altar, the heavens and earth were silent, filled with the stench of death, as this place was experiencing a catastrophe.
More than three hundred figures converged, their expressions somber and their auras powerful, exuding Daoist intents. Infinite luminescence rose into the sky, forming into Daoist Texts.
Those texts continuously twisted and reford, attempting to co together to form a Golden Book. But they always failed.
Another catastrophe arrived, and every living being between heaven and earth died tragically amidst a scene of utter devastation.
Amongst the crowd, one figure suddenly stood out. He burned his physical body, shattered his Divine Soul, and sacrificed his Cultivation Level to ld into the Dao, rging into the Daoist Text above his head.
That text finally shone brilliantly, obtaining a profound and divine might.
Seeing this, the rest followed suit. One after another, figures with powerful auras sacrificed themselves for the Dao, integrating their lifelong practices into the Daoist Texts. Eventually, they converged into a single page of the Golden Book, suppressing all catastrophes.
With that, the image dissipated.
...
The origin of this page from the Golden Book is extraordinary. Each Daoist Text on it has created a peerless powerhouse, but... the one I have now seems to not be the original. It’s more like it was replicated by Great Abilities in later generations. Wang Xiu analyzed the images in his mind.
The Golden Book in that vision was too terrifying—gods fought over it, staining the void with blood and leading to countless deaths. It created one imnsely powerful individual after another, surpassing the Ancient Gods. As eons passed, the descendants of those gods couldn’t replicate their ancestors’ glory, unable to fully harness the power of the Golden Book’s Daoist Texts. They were only capable of rging their bodies with the Dao to recreate a portion of the Heavenly Book’s might, yet it was enough to alter fate. Now, the page of the Golden Book gathered above my Divine Soul ca to be in such a way.
However, it isn’t complete. The vision contained over three hundred texts, yet this has less than a third. At best, it could be considered just one volu.
It’s enough... Wang Xiu’s eyes glinted. He wasn’t greedy.
This Golden Book possesses unimaginable power; the more thoroughly one comprehends it, the more of its might can be unleashed. Although I have obtained this volu of the Golden Book, I can only crudely utilize its power for now. Even with my insight, comprehending it fully will take a considerable amount of ti. Of course, that is also related to my Cultivation Level. For my current Realm, it is sufficient.
He realized that this volu of the Heavenly Book would be his greatest gain from this journey on the Void Ancient Path, without equal.
...
RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
Wang Xiu was absorbed in the mysteries of the Heavenly Book, oblivious to the fact that due to the complete comprehension of all one hundred and eight God and Demon Murals, massive changes were taking place in the outside world.
The earth trembled as streaks of profound light surged into the sky, then shattered. The surrounding void was disintegrating. It was as if sothing was leaving completely.
Even the Stone Forest and the stone mountains, which served as carriers for the God and Demon Murals, were now glowing intensely, burning, and emitting their last light and heat as they headed towards disintegration.
"What’s going on?"
"The God and Demon Murals... are they retreating into the void again?"
"No, I have a feeling they’re about to disappear completely."
"How could that be?"
The crowd exclaid, staring bewildered at the scene unfolding before them.
Soone suddenly wondered if it was because Wang Xiu had comprehended all the God and Demon Murals and obtained their core opportunity, causing the murals’ divinity to vanish and lose the power that sustained their existence. This idea was astounding but not unfounded. After all, the commotion caused by Wang Xiu was far too great, unlike any previous ergence of the God and Demon Murals. If sothing strange was happening, he could only be the source.
Seeing this, all the prodigies began to panic. Those who hadn’t yet had ti to comprehend any Divine Skills from the murals were filled with imnse regret.
Why did we just stand around watching the spectacle? Why didn’t we sit down and focus on comprehending? It’s over now, it’s too late!
So prodigies remained calr. Despite their grim expressions, they didn’t rush to complain. They clearly rembered that it took Wang Xiu less than a day to comprehend all of the God and Demon Murals. For the vast majority of people present, one day was an insignificant amount of ti. Those who were capable of comprehending sothing would have done so already. For those who couldn’t, another ten days would still be in vain.
"Damn it, no, not like this, Junior Brother Wang Xiu..." Amidst the swirling mists, Li Zuoyue and the others were startled, crying out in alarm.
They hadn’t comprehended anything yet. If the God and Demon Murals disappeared, their trip could be said to have been for nothing.
"Wait! Look closely, the spiritual charm of this world is getting richer..."
Suddenly, Li Xuanqi’s beautiful eyes sparkled. Her snow-white skin glowed, and her legs, long and straight, were breathtakingly beautiful.
Everyone paused. They soon discovered that the spiritual charm around them was indeed becoming clearer. Previously, only by studying the God and Demon Murals could one experience that faint, mysterious sensation. Now, ditating right where they stood was just as effective.
HUM!
Divine light circulated as an indescribable, mysterious aura erged, forming a vast phantom of the Milky Way around Wang Xiu’s Divine Soul.
The phantom page of the Heavenly Book flickered in and out of existence, creating ripples. It radiated infinite light that scattered across the world, shining down on all the prodigies present.
They looked up at the phantom of the Heavenly Book. One by one, Daoist Texts surfaced, conjuring enigmatic patterns—they were the God and Demon Murals, magnified countless tis, more solid and profound than before.
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