The terrifying aura of Emperor Changjin was like a thin mist, splitting clouds, penetrating all things, and piercing the heavens.
Even in all the Taoist temples across the land, countless Daoists stepped out, and through the eyes of Qi Fortune, they could see the red light piercing the sky. Under the evil, sinister red light, the entire world seed to be bathed in blood.
What a terrifying great tribulation!
The world is crimson, such calamity...
Many Daoists with low cultivation trembled, fearing the arrival of the apocalypse.
Above the sky.
"I see it, I see it..."
The energy body of Emperor Changjin was spreading, expanding like a rapidly inflating balloon, his eyes flashing rapidly, turning a ghastly white and muddy. On his pale face, there were thousands of pupils, each reflecting the shadow of a living being.
He suddenly felt the world was so clear, seeing the other side of the real world.
He perceived a trace of residual history between heaven and earth, generations past, and the destiny left by the masses floating in the air, drifting between heaven and earth.
"Is this an incomplete river of fate? All the cause and effect of the world is contained within?"
"Yes, I should have thought of this long ago; humans have three sources, and naturally leave three corpses after death."
"After people die, they leave their physical bodies buried in graves on the earth."
"After people die, they leave the muddy qi drifting in the air."
"How could people not leave a third kind of residual destiny, also floating between heaven and earth?"
In his mind, the remnants of destiny in heaven and earth continued to circulate, recklessly swallowing and spitting them out, sweet and delicious.
His destiny was rapidly expanding with his form!
He opened his mouth wide and swallowed, and the cause and effect of an era of Martial Yellow was devoured.
With another swallow, the myth of the brilliant Weiling Era was consud.
The destiny of countless lingering common people of that era floating in heaven and earth was swept away.
An era.
A civilization.
Countless past...
He chewed, as if consuming the third type of corpse.
He saw the alternation of sun and moon, the dawn and night, countless roars, struggles, resentnts, bravery.
Whether it was the flow of energy or the history of the world, everything was seen through in a glance, all in His hands, as if entering an omnipotent domain, knowing everything, capable of anything...
He is Heaven.
His eyes grew steadily cold, emotions gradually silent, with a sense of disordered chaos.
His expression seed to roar with the multitude, yet carried an ancient indifference, a vast contradiction of frenzy and coldness.
Through Ning Zheng’s perspective, with his massive devouring, his personal destiny had been compressed to below 1%, while the diverse 99% destiny of the masses was transforming him into so kind of super aggregate conceptual life.
The terrifying pressure descended from the sky, like the supre gods and demons of ancient myth coming into the world, a huge wind pressure... Fate pressing down on one’s head!
Life is the slave of destiny, and no one can resist before Him.
"What is that?"
"What is that?"
This life, whether Ning Zheng or any cultivator, at that mont felt sothing terrible had arrived, looking at that chaotic super aggregate life, their hearts all echoing one word:
...Tribulation...
This is an unprecedented feeling.
Seeing Him for an instant, this information would instantly erge.
Because any life is the slave of destiny, instinctively... knowing the information of the master, knowing who their master is, isn’t that quite normal?
And destiny itself is a gathering of the destiny of countless lives... We gather into destiny, and we are the slaves of destiny.
This terrifying tribulation is formless, without shape, any outsider cultivator not mastering the system of destiny will forever be unable to see Him, at most only through reasoning and speculation can approximately assess the existence of such a thing.
But when you cultivate destiny, able to glimpse destiny, you can see Him, know what He truly is, thus seeing the essence of the "Great Tribulation" materializing.
"Interesting."
Ning Zheng gazed into the distance, slightly amazed at witnessing this unprecedented scene.
"Although knowing it might produce so kind of incredible monstrosity, this creation is indeed astonishing."
Despite his shock, Ning Zheng did not stop his recording actions.
He fild the vast cloud-like life tumbling in the sky, and below captured the Daoists’ astonishnt and fear, also giving close-ups to Night Emperor, Emperor Zangwu, and Jian Xin’s serious expressions.
No way around it.
He is now a mature ga planner.
He can’t always hand ga update announcents and story animations to others for help.
Now, he was filming the story animation.
Isn’t it feeling almost ti for public beta testing?
He thought when launching the ga, this heart-stirring opening animation, followed by character creation, would be perfect.
Moreover, he was busy with this not only for those foolhardy blacksmiths but to introduce the natives.
His future layout is huge.
Why must his little blacksmith be from his hotown? Natives from other worlds are also possible.
Like Jian Xin, the first one.
His goal is to place adventure teams, each one idling, across all heavens and myriad realms, forming a super force!
And his Sword Casting Manor is the core of the forces across heavens.
This is surely the path he must walk in the future, currently the only apparent promising path.
After becoming an Immortal, able to continue providing support, collecting resources, to glimpse that realm belonging to Immortals.
So he chose to be a war correspondent, incidentally recording a wave, which is most cost-effective.
In the distance, Night Emperor slightly frowned, "Provoke Emperor Changjin a bit, indeed this monster appears, as expected, entangled with a large amount of cause and effect, inherently poisonous."
"My individual combat power is lacking... without obtaining the [Life and Death Legacy], I’m essentially just a 50% Golden God normal Self-Transformation Realm."
He knew his combat power, had no intention of acting.
He stood afar, gaze resting on that ancient bronze emperor, hands behind his back, cold eyes.
"With this one backing, there should be no problem." Night Emperor contemplated.
The ancient bronze emperor maintained a detached expression, suddenly sensing Night Emperor’s gaze, lightly nodding in return, this war correspondent thought:
"Filming from this angle and expression is nice."
Whizz, whizz, whizz!
"Monster? No, it’s tribulation..." Jian Xin slightly furrowed his brow, finally beginning to act.
A mixed sound ca from the sky, as if countless voices shouting: "We Daoists, exploring destiny, attempting to control fate, and now, I have transcended destiny."
"I have already stepped into the ultimate realm, about to transcend."
Jian Xin said, "You are still alive?"
"No, whether as Emperor Lingyuan or Emperor Changjin, both died long ago, yet I still live."
"Or perhaps to say, only living things have the significance of life and death, while I do not."
"Don’t understand? The mont I broke through, I am a natural phenonon, an apparition of world logic, re material structure."
"Of course, with the passage of ti, I will gradually assimilate, even I will utterly lose, lose consciousness, logic, ability to think... completely becoming all of this heaven and earth."
This voice was incredibly calm, as if explaining a simple to the extre truth of the world.
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