Immortal Dao is dead, I am the mastermind behind it all.

Upon hearing this, Shen Moyan was startled and looked at the divine being in front of him again.

At this moment, Kuafu was in an extremely strange and tragic state.

His massive body was covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds, from which flowed thick, ink-black blood that writhed and exuded an aura of depravity and misfortune.

That's a sign of demonic corruption!

Kuafu's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Shen Moyan.

Shen Moyan saw his own reflection in Kuafu's eyes.

The figure was shrouded in a hazy, dark golden halo, its face extremely indistinct.

As if deliberately obscured by some invisible force, Shen Moyan could only vaguely see an outline.

But it was this blurry outline that obscured the great sun that Kuafu had been chasing, turning it into a black sun, and causing all things to wither.

It is a supreme, self-centered, and all-encompassing Daoist philosophy that regards all things as straw dogs.

"ah--!"

The demonized Kuafu let out a deafening roar, the sound waves shattering the surrounding star debris.

"Outlaws! Tamperers!!"

Kuafu's roar was filled with boundless hatred.

"Don't even think about erasing... our traces! Time... history... cannot be... altered!!"

"The mountains and seas, and all living beings, are not your playthings!"

Faced with Kuafu's roar, the blurry figure did not respond at all, nor did it show the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He simply stared at Kuafu, and the next moment, a noble dark golden fire ignited on Kuafu's body.

Kuafu's body was burning wildly.

As the water vapor rose, the divine being's body gradually withered and turned black.

Kuafu desperately absorbed the rivers and lakes from the mountains and seas, but he could not stop the yellow and black fire from spreading on his body.

"Haha...ha! Is this all the power you have after being reborn into a junior?"

On his deathbed, Kuafu looked up at the sky and laughed bitterly.

"It's said that history is written by the victors, but you... cannot rewrite time and erase the traces of their existence!"

"Your Majesty, your fire is still far inferior to the celestial fire of the God of Fate..."

Before he could finish speaking, the giant head shot into the sky!

Those crimson eyes, filled with endless resentment, stared intently at the blurry figure of 'Shen Moyan', before finally dimming completely.

Kuafu's enormous headless body, like a mountain of gold and a pillar of jade, slowly tilted towards the boundless chaos.

The head, however, fell into the mountains and seas, eventually transforming into several ancient mountain ranges, caves, and deep pools...

……

"puff--"

Inside the cave, Shen Moyan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Current lifespan: 220 years ↓

Lifespan suddenly cut by 500 years!

Shen Moyan's face was ashen, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

Forcibly resonating with this ancient memory involving a supreme being almost drained his mind and spirit, causing significant damage to his soul.

"That blurry figure... the Xuanhuang Emperor descended upon a cultivator..."

His voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed shock.

"He... personally slew the fallen demon Kuafu?! What Kuafu roared before he died was..."

"Rewriting history?!"

The history I learned from Jiang Zhiqi was that during the Wanbao calendar, the demon Kuafu wreaked havoc on the mountains and seas, and it was Jiang's ancestor who killed him.

But to everyone's surprise, the Xuanhuang Emperor personally sent down his will to take action.

Of course, this part of His history has also been erased.

"That kind of being can arbitrarily rewrite history and distort perceptions..."

Shen Moyan suddenly fell silent.

This is a slander against the Xuanhuang Emperor.

If someone overheard this, I'm doomed for life.

After circulating the "Sutra of Detachment from All Forms," ​​Shen Moyan finally calmed down.

We will no longer delve into the shocking historical truth.

Shen Moyan captured the most direct and usable point in that video!

The "blurry" itself in that blurry figure!

It was not a simple distortion of light or magical concealment, but a deeper kind of ambiguity based on its supreme Daoist essence.

It is a supernatural power that forcibly removes one's true form from the realm of being observed and perceived.

"I cannot possess the power of an emperor... but I can try to imitate... that 'Daoist charm' that blurs one's own appearance!"

Shen Moyan thought of Zheng Quan from that time; he also had a spell that could conceal his face, and perhaps this method was not difficult to learn.

So he endured the excruciating pain in his soul and focused his mind once more.

Savor the lingering resonance of the moment, and try your best to simulate the means that the blurry figure exudes, which can "conceal the true face" and "block spying".

"Be free from all appearances, all phenomena are without self, and all appearances are empty."

Shen Moyan muttered to himself, and gradually, a barely perceptible wisp of black energy swirled around his face like a dragon.

This aura was extremely faint; it was not the Emperor's power, but merely a trace of Daoist charm that he resonated with and imitated.

Gradually, the light, aura, and even the most subtle life fluctuations and traces of cause and effect on Shen Moyan's face began to become "blurred".

This ambiguity is not an illusion or a trick of the eye, but rather a definition of one's own face as "unobservable".

[Little Divine Power's "Black Sun Covers Its Face" has been bookmarked]

"It's done!"

Shen Moyan was shocked and quickly withdrew his magic.

As the wisp of black mist dissipated, the blurriness on his face also quickly faded.

Inside the cave, time quietly slipped by.

After Shen Moyan finished adjusting his breathing, he stabilized his soul, which had been damaged by forcibly resonating with the Emperor's Daoist aura.

"I gained such a useful supernatural power from just one resonance. I don't even dare to think about what I could gain if I had it a few more times."

"But unfortunately, if I were to do it all over again, this life would be the end of my life."

Suddenly, cracks appeared in the gold medal in Shen Moyan's hand, and it shattered with a loud bang.

"Holy crap!"

This terrified Shen Moyan.

He quickly threw the token away.

Within the cracked gold medal, a faint yet indescribably noble dark golden flame flickered quietly.

"This is……"

Shen Moyan observed carefully.

From Xi Yi's perspective, this flame was not a real fire.

Rather, it is a highly condensed manifestation of the Daoist essence originating from the Xuanhuang Emperor.

As soon as it appeared, the surrounding air seemed to freeze and submit, and the light even bent slightly toward it.

Shen Moyan gazed at the wisp of flame, and a name naturally surfaced in his mind—

Xuanhuang Diyan.

"What a domineering fire! With my current cultivation level, I simply cannot control it. If I forcibly absorb it, I'm afraid I'll be reduced to ashes first."

Feeling the heavy pressure coming from ahead, Shen Moyan felt his soul being severely oppressed by this aura, and made a decisive decision.

With a thought, he sank his consciousness into the deep blue inkstone in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This precious natal space, reshaped by "As I Write," is internally stable and bound to his soul, making it the best choice for storing this dangerous object.

He created a paper doll clone and carefully introduced it into the Azure Nether Space before it collapsed under the pressure of the Xuanhuang Emperor Flame.

Specifically, in a corner far from that mysterious hut, they used spatial restrictions to seal and isolate this dangerous spark layer by layer.

After dealing with this most troublesome outcome, Shen Moyan did not stop.

He took out the remaining fragments of the Star Realm's soul that he had searched with his own magic.

Although the main body's memory collapsed, the Daoist essence did not.

The essence of Taoism lies only in transformation and transfer.

Now, the Daoist essence of the Celestial Immortal has been passed on to Shen Moyan.

Shen Moyan closed his eyes and concentrated, guiding his divine sense to carefully perceive and simulate the Daoist rhythm fluctuations flowing within those fragments.

The core of the divination techniques of the Tianji Divine Sect lies in "determining the causes and conditions of fortune, misfortune, and auspiciousness".

Although the Celestial Master is dead, he has practiced this method for over a hundred years, and his soul has been deeply imprinted with the mark of this technique.

From Xi Yi's perspective, Shen Moyan began to imitate, attempting to "reproduce" and "understand" the operating rules of this Daoist rhythm.

Gradually, obscure incantations and diagrams illustrating cause and effect and the changes of heavenly secrets slowly condensed and became clear in his mind.

[The Record of Auspicious and Inauspicious Causes and Effects has been added to the bookmarks]