"Little chap..."
The Ancient War God Platform had long been shattered.
The Ghost Buddha Realm could not endure and ultimately fell to ruins.
At the starting Dao Stele’s sentry tomb, Ancestor Cao Yihan received Xu Xiaoshou’s transmitted thought and shattered the paper-thin seal with one strike. God Punishnt Tribulation shot forth, reconnecting the broken bodies cut down by the three corpses.
Even as his wounds were yet to heal, Cao Yihan raised an arm high.
From the distant sky, the silver-glow wrenching Sky Shattering Hamr ca roaring.
When gripped, it should have sparked a renewed killing intent, striking towards the Western Desert, crushing the Twin Rivers of dicine Ancestor.
But at this mont, at the Cross Corner Street, the ancestral god path energy burst forth in a dazzling light, and a figure both familiar and unfamiliar arose from thin air, the Dharma Form sacred and imbued with the passage of ti.
Kui Leihan rely tilted his head slightly, upon seeing the person’s appearance, he couldn’t help halting abruptly, almost unable to contain the shock in his heart.
"This fellow, also succeeded?"
How could Dao Qiongcang manage to succeed?
This is simply unbelievable!
An imdiate return to zero is no joke; Bazhun’an managed it, at least Kui Leihan saw him take each solid step, traceable along the path.
But Dao Qiongcang...
After the Ten High Nobles, what did he do?
He beca the Hallmaster Dao benefiting all people, fiddled secretly with the Divine Puppets, and then...
Nothing more!
Did battling Wangze Holy Emperor and Cursed Yin at the Divine Relics count?
Yes, but the enemies were weakened, their combat strength clearly below their peak.
Does the Southern Region’s Divine Sect count?
Yes, but that thing couldn’t shape a climate; who saw at a glance any relation with Zero Ancestral God?
So then...
What more is there?
Nothing, truly nothing more!
Dao Qiongcang’s actions above the water surface, were too few.
What Kui Leihan could see, indeed The Divine could also see.
Precisely what they saw, was exactly what the Demon dicine Yan and other ancestors could see, naturally no one ever placed Dao Qiongcang in their minds.
It can be said...
Among all in the world, the only one who could slightly discern Dao Qiongcang’s covert actions beneath the visible path, was Xu Xiaoshou.
Yet even Xu Xiaoshou himself, had only a vague understanding, within the cloud and fog, as if what he let people see was what he wanted them to see—seeing was like not seeing.
On this presupposition of understanding, at this instant when Kui Leihan glanced towards the void at the ancestral god Dharma Form Dao Qiongcang, his shock was simply indescribable.
Saying "achieve at one stroke" feels not simple enough, not plain enough.
He thought...
He just beca!
He didn’t even move...
Zero Ancestral God’s position, from within to without, just naturally emanated!
"Is this a dream?"
Even Kui Leihan couldn’t suppress such thoughts.
But in the next mont, when he blinked and looked at Dao Qiongcang’s face again, though he hadn’t read any "Ten Ancestors Legend" or "Dao Ancestor Tales", his mind flooded with mories not akin to dreaming:
"Holy Demon dicine Ghost Technique, Sword Dragon Battle Heaven..."
"Dao Ancestor, Yi Ji... Divine Sect, Bloodbath Pope... Flesh transformation, mory immortality..."
"First, second, third, fourth, fifth generations..."
"Shi Ming Nuo, External Ancestor... After Saint Xin, Dao Ancestor... Ti Ancestor Kong Yuhen, Position usurping..."
"Dao pattern, diagram, array... Combat type, realization type..."
"Return to zero, Great Dao River..."
"Final-stage, Sea of Great Dao..."
Everything that should and shouldn’t appear, surfaced.
Even the path from Dao Ancestor Yi Ji to Dao Ancestor Dao Qiongcang, this inherently unspeakable zero return road, was forcefully perceived by him.
Real?
Fake?
For a mont, he dared not believe completely.
But these mories seem not to co from nowhere, rather like knowledge he previously contacted, just forgotten then recalled now.
Initially, the ergence of mory was gentle.
In mid to late stage, even if Kui Leihan noticed the discrepancy, consciously controlling the swarm of mories.
Those things directly rooted deeply in the mind like "definitions", as if it should be so!
Black is black.
White is white.
Including Dao Ancestor among the Ten Ancestors...
Including Great Dao River and return to zero...
Including the distinctions between combat type and realization type...
Born with such definitions, it’s the collective knowledge of countless ancestral gods since ancient tis; everyone knew, now even you know, good for you, good for , good for all—it’s all good, there is no bad.
That’s very bad!
The key is these mories tell oneself no need to pursue the past further, just continue advancing by this standard.
"Damn!"
Kui Leihan lashed out, always foul-mouthed.
He could distinguish so things as true, providing the world a clearer guidance, better choices.
Yet among these true things, clearly mixed no few falsehoods.
When completely scrambled, transforming into self-perception, rooted in the brain, later trying to sort real from fake wastes energy and efforts.
Uncertain if delayed in clearing these mory trash, would he eventually forget to do so—because already seeing them not as trash but as good things.
"Directly altering cognition level, changing a person’s thinking?"
Kui Leihan’s realization quality was imnse, instantly discerning the weakness of realization type Great Path, compared to combat type, utterly defenseless.
But casting aside direct combat strength, the trickery of realization type Great Path, if a combat type Great Path ancestral god doesn’t cultivate heart or intent, not realizing the realization type Great Path to a foundation enough to resist "guidance", he will be defenselessly killed from afar.
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