This is so dishonest!

Chapter 452 Emperor Shitian

The Great Immortal Yangmei has been traveling alone in this vast and boundless universe for far too long.

So long that even he himself couldn't quite remember how many cycles of time had passed, or how many worlds had been born, died, and reincarnated.

When he first set foot in this peculiar spacetime known as the Brahma Universe, it was undergoing another cyclical cosmic reboot.

This universe seemed exceptionally special compared to any other world he had ever seen.

Because it really loves to "reboot".

The root cause of this problem can be traced back to the three supreme gods of this universe: Vishnu, Brahma, and Shiva.

The creator god of this world is Brahma, with four faces and four arms; the protector god of the world is the compassionate Vishnu; and the destroyer god is the incomparably majestic Shiva.

In the legends of this universe, Vishnu, the guardian god of the world, always lies on his side on the back of the giant serpent called Shesha, peacefully snoring in the boundless ocean of chaos.

Vishnu awakens from his slumber at the beginning of each complete cycle of the universe, which is the start of an "Akalpa".

When he wants to create a new world, a magnificent golden lotus will bloom from his navel.

Then, Brahma, the creator god, will leap out from that lotus flower and begin his great task of creating a new world.

And whenever the end of a kalpa is reached, when all things begin to decay, Shiva, the god of destruction, will open his third eye and begin his ultimate work of destroying the entire world.

Now, this Brahma universe, which has only recently been restarted, is about to enter the doomsday phase that should have come at the end of the era, due to the death of Shiva's companion.

"Sigh, after living in this world for a long time, I always feel that there is something strange about everything."

Yangmei Daxian hid in a safe space-time rift, watching Shiva, who was at the center of the world, unleashing his supreme divine power to turn the entire world to ashes, and muttered to himself.

As one of the three principal gods of this universe, Shiva is not merely a god of destruction; he also embodies the supreme concept of "perfection."

In addition to his mission of destroying the world during each kalpa, Shiva also punishes the gods of heaven and earth when they disobey the Dharma.

This punishment included Brahma, the creator god.

Even if Brahma makes a mistake, he will still be beaten up by this extremely righteous guy.

Originally, such a deity should be devoid of emotion and love, with only the Great Dao in their heart.

However, it is precisely because of the existence of the "perfect" concept of Shiva that Brahma, the creator god, was unable to smoothly advance the subsequent evolution of this world.

So, after some discussion, the three main psychics decided to have Shiva split off a part of himself, making himself "imperfect".

In this way, the world has room for progress in pursuit of "perfection".

So Shiva completely separated his power representing "yin" and "softness," transforming it into a beautiful goddess named Sakti.

However, at this point, the most frustrating thing happened.

Brahma, the creator god, discovered a new problem in the subsequent deduction of the world's progress.

That is, Shiva was so powerful that after he became "imperfect," the whole world also became imperfect.

In order to smoothly advance the world's evolution during this catastrophe, Shiva must be restored to his former glory and regain his "perfect" nature.

The only way is for Shiva to completely unite with his own feminine incarnation, the goddess Sakti.

As a result, the good things for these two deities were fraught with difficulties.

Just when they were about to overcome all obstacles and live happily together, a series of inexplicable changes led to Sackty's reincarnation burning himself to death in extreme grief and anger.

When his beloved died, Shiva went berserk on the spot.

"Calm down, Shiva!"

As Shiva was about to completely destroy the world, Vishnu, the protector of the world, and Brahma, the creator of the world, finally arrived together.

Brahma cried out to the enraged god of destruction, "Shiva! The entire world will be reduced to ashes because of your anger! Please regain your sanity!"

Shiva's voice, filled with destructive intent, coldly replied: "All things will eventually perish; this is the ultimate truth of the universe."

“Today, Sakti is dead, and I have no more attachment to these beings.”

Let this imperfect world come to an end!

As he spoke, Shiva was about to unleash the trident in his hand, which represented goodness, sorrow, and darkness.

That raging, boundless destructive power instantly pierced through the past, present, and future, beginning to shatter this endless spacetime.

Seeing this, Vishnu, the god of protection, knew that further words were useless, so he could only unleash his protective artifacts and fight against the enemy, trying to stop this mad act of destroying the world.

The two supreme gods fought from the shattered earth all the way to the broken sky, and from the broken sky all the way to the chaotic sea of ​​chaos.

Vishnu, the protector of the world, continued to persuade him throughout the ordeal.

However, at this moment, Shiva was unable to hear anything.

Until, as if he had made up his mind, Vishnu abandoned all defenses and risked his life to meet the trident that was capable of destroying everything.

puff! ! !
A string of golden divine blood, like the most dazzling fireworks, splashed out in the chaos.

This scene left all the surviving gods in the world dumbfounded and astonished.

The three divine entities are of one origin and share the same vital energy.

The injury to Vishnu, the protector of the world, caused a violent fluctuation in the madness of Shiva, the god of destruction.

His elusive connection with the world was strengthened like never before at this moment.

Then, a sliver of clarity returned to his eyes, which had been consumed by anger and a desire for destruction.

"you"

Shiva opened his mouth, looking at Vishnu, whose chest was stained with blood and whose breath was weak, and for a moment, he did not know what to say.

A gentle smile appeared on Vishnu's face, as if he were not the one who was injured.

"No problem."

he said softly.

"The true spirit of the goddess Sakti has not truly dissipated; she is about to be reincarnated. Just wait quietly and patiently, and she will reunite with you once more."

Shiva held the buzzing trident, which still exuded an aura of destruction, and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he let out a long sigh, as if exhaling all the anger and sorrow in his heart.

"……I see."

After saying that, he turned around and slowly disappeared into the chaotic void.

A massive crisis, capable of destroying the entire universe, vanished without a trace.

"A goddess reincarnated... and this world-ending crisis was resolved so simply? This world really can't be judged by common sense."

"Hmm? Reincarnation!"

Just as Yangmei the Immortal finished enjoying this juicy gossip about the "internal strife among the main gods," his keen mind was once again stirred by that vague, familiar feeling.

No, that was definitely not an illusion.

As one of the most perceptive beings in terms of space and causality among the Chaos Gods, he trusted his intuition.

He slowly closed his eyes, and within that seemingly ordinary body, endless spatial laws began to spread silently in all directions like ripples on water.

At this moment, his Dao transformed into an invisible and intangible giant net, covering the entire Brahma universe, and began to carefully search for and trace the source of that aura.

He quickly pinpointed the source.

Brahma, the vast universe, the land of radiant and wondrous joy.

His divine sense, traversing infinite space, descended silently upon this land like a ghostly observer. Time began to flow slightly backward under his will.

He "saw" how those two unfathomable Taoists had descended upon this place not long ago.

He "saw" how they had a sacred exchange with the mortal king and queen in a dream.

He also "saw" how the high-ranking immortal in the dark robe handed the infant, enveloped in innate true energy, to the mortal.

Master Yangmei focused all his attention on the newly created infant.

wrong.

The source of the breath was not the soul of the infant itself.

That soul, though pure, was a completely new existence, untouched by any trace of the past.

It was not an incarnation of those two saints.

Although their aura was vast, it was well contained, carrying a sense of detachment as if they were "playing a role".

Therefore, the source can only be... in the process of creating this baby!

The Great Immortal Yang Mei's deduction was so precise that it pinpointed the exact moment Xuan Qing exhaled "a breath of true energy" and infused it into the "Jade Radiant Ruyi".

It's that breath of "pure and ethereal true energy"!
When he focused his divine sense on that wisp of true energy, a sense of familiarity that had been so long ago that he had almost forgotten it suddenly exploded in his heart!

"This aura... it's Hongjun!"

Master Yangmei suddenly opened his eyes, and for the first time, an expression of disbelief appeared in his usually calm and still eyes.

Although that aura was extremely weak and was enveloped in layers of innate energy and sage power, its core essence was absolutely correct!
That's Hongjun!
It is unique, possessing the primordial aura of the "Heavenly Way"!

"They...they actually sent Hongjun to be reincarnated..."

Master Yangmei was completely stunned by this discovery.

What do they want to do?
Master Yangmei felt as if he had uncovered a shocking secret.

He slowly withdrew his divine sense, and his usually calm face was now more solemn than ever before.

He decided to do nothing.

Just like that, quietly, continue watching.

Watching the little prince grow up, cultivate, and undergo tribulations.
Unbeknownst to her, Yang Mei's emotions fluctuated along with the Little Prince's growth.

He would feel heartache for the Little Prince's suffering and joy for the Little Prince's happiness.

By the time Master Yangmei realized his emotional fluctuations, he had already been grinning foolishly for quite a while.

"Hey, wait!"

Yang Mei immediately reflected on her actions.

"Haven't I already made a righteous break with Hongjun?"

"I should be happy that he's suffering!"

"Yes, be happy! That's how it should be!"

So, Yang Mei observed Haotian's reincarnation while simultaneously capturing moments in time as a memento.

When I travel through the heavens in the future, I can take it out to relieve my boredom in my spare time!

"Tsk tsk tsk, I wonder how long Hongjun will be reincarnated?"

"Should I try to find his reincarnations in each of our past lives based on the karma between us?"

Yang Mei was thinking seriously.

He didn't mean anything by it; he just wanted to collect his old friend's embarrassing past.

When the other party recovers in the future, we can take it out and look at it from time to time.

"This must be so much fun!" Yang Mei was in high spirits, having finally found something interesting to do beyond the pursuit of the Great Dao!

~~~~~
Just as the Great Immortal Yangmei and the many gods of the Brahma universe were in chaos over Shiva's world-destroying act.

Xuanqing and Taishang, however, were leisurely staying in another inconspicuous little world, observing with great interest everything that was happening in this universe.

"Don't you think this universe is quite interesting?"

Xuan Qing's gaze pierced through the layers of world barriers and landed on the central world where the "internal strife among the main gods" was unfolding.

"Well, it's quite interesting."

Taishang looked over as well, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, which seemed to contain endless wisdom.

According to the myths and legends that have been passed down in this world, the creator god Brahma sprang from a lotus flower.

This story sounds so familiar...

"Eh? It seems that Fellow Daoist Yang Mei has noticed the two of us."

Just then, Tai Shang raised an eyebrow slightly. He could clearly feel that an extremely subtle yet incredibly powerful spatial divine sense had just swept across their area.

They had actually noticed the existence of the Great Immortal Yangmei long ago.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have deliberately placed Haotian's reincarnated true spirit precisely into this vast universe.

Of course, there was another reason that prompted the two of them to personally come to this world.

That is—the Styx River had already set up a side account here.

"What are you two doing here?"

Just as the two were talking, a blood-red light flashed past them without warning.

Immediately afterwards, a Shura King, clad in blood-red armor and possessing an eerie yet handsome face, appeared before them.

The visitor was none other than the sobriquet of the Venerable Void Moon Goddess, Styx, in this realm.

Looking at Xuanqing and Taishang's leisurely demeanor, he couldn't help but grin, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth.

"I'm preparing to launch a grand and spectacular war against the heavens!"

"And then, the two of you suddenly showed up!"

"Oh? Who are you going to hit?"

Xuanqing looked at him with great interest and asked.

Excitement gleamed in Styx's eyes. He licked his lips and said, word by word:

"Who else could it be? It's none other than the Heavenly Emperor of this world—Indra!"

"Indra?" The Supreme Being looked at the Central World.

"Yes, if you like, you can call him Indra."

Styx chuckled: "This universe is different from the Primordial True Realm in many ways, yet it is also similar in many ways."

"For example, beating up the Heavenly Emperor whenever there's nothing to do is a regular feature of our Brahma universe."

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Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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