Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

Shangyuan Daocheng, the ancestral home of the Daoist sect that was once shrouded in mist and filled with the incessant sound of bells, is now completely silent.

The long street was littered with corpses: disciples of Shangyuan Prefecture, elites from various factions, and twisted bodies that had been smashed and left behind black slime.

Twisted creatures lay on the eaves and stone pillars, devouring the remaining power of the mind.

The entire Dao City has become the lair of the Reverse True Society.

Outside the Shangyuan Hall.

Xie Wuwang stood with his hands behind his back.

Behind him were the Thousand Aspects cultivators of the Reverse Truth Society, the Twisted Apostles, and a group of powerful Daoist practitioners who had defected from the Zhenwang Division.

After a while.

The doors of the main hall slowly opened.

The Celestial Master of the Lower Realm came out from inside.

His black and white Taoist robe was spotless, and there wasn't a drop of blood on him.

But inside the main hall, there was no longer any trace of living people.

The Celestial Master of Shangyuan Prefecture, the heads of various sects, and all the Taoist masters who remained inside were all dead.

Xie Wuwang glanced at him.

"it's over?"

"it's over."

Xie Wuwang didn't care about the words the Celestial Master Shangyuan said before his death.

What world protection? What extraterrestrial pollution?

It's nothing more than the last struggle of a loser before death.

The global sacrifice has already begun.

The seven twisted pillars secretly planted by the Rebel Alliance in Black Roba have already devoured the fear and obsession of tens of millions of people.

In addition to the twisted origins accumulated over the past hundred years, the remaining eleven twisted pillars have also taken shape.

With all eighteen pillars in place, all that remains is to move them to the highest point of the Cloud Top Grassland to complete the ascension ceremony.

That place is closest to the heavens and is also one of the weakest points in the blue planet's space.

Once the eighteen twisted pillars pierce through reality simultaneously, the entire world can be offered to the great being beyond the heavens.

Thinking of this, a fervent glint flashed in Xie Wuwang's eyes.

He was old; this body had lived for nearly a hundred years, its skin was loose, and its bones were decaying.

Even with near-invincible mental power, it cannot stop the flesh and blood from rotting away bit by bit.

Because he had once possessed power and influence, he was more afraid of death than ordinary people.

He has already reached the top of the world.

Why should we turn into dust a hundred years later?

Once the sacrifice is completed, a blessing from heaven will be bestowed.

He would then be able to shed this decaying physical body and truly ascend to immortality.

"Proceed according to the original plan."

Xie Wuwang calmly gave the order.

"The first team will head to Heliopa to retrieve the seven main pillars."

"The second team created twisting events in major cities of the Federation to attract the Bloodforge Army and the Orbital Fleet."

"The rest of you will accompany me to the Cloud Top Grassland to prepare for the final ceremony."

An elder of the Rebel Alliance asked in a low voice, "What about the Federation?"

"Gu Changjin has taken over the parliament and the military, and is also promoting the Blood Refining Method to the entire population."

Xie Wuwang sneered, but didn't care.

"The Blood Refining Method can indeed suppress the mind's desires."

"But cultivation takes time."

"One month? One year? Or ten years?"

Unfortunately, he no longer has time.

If the entire Federation were to experience a distorted catastrophe simultaneously, no matter how powerful the military is, it would be impossible to take care of every city in an instant.

Moreover, with the core strength of the nine branches of the Daoist sect already destroyed, the remaining Federation is no longer a threat.

The group accepted the order and left.

The Celestial Master of Xiayuan Prefecture walked at the back, followed by the Thousand-Form and Hundred-Form cultivators who had pledged allegiance to Xiayuan Prefecture.

Everyone looked excited.

They have witnessed the Celestial Master stepping into the myriad forms.

If the ascension ceremony is successful, they will also receive blessings.

However, the Celestial Master of the Lower Yuan Palace showed little joy on his face; the voice of the Celestial Master of the Upper Yuan Palace before his death echoed in his mind.

……

Inside the Shangyuan Hall.

Everyone knew there was no escape.

When the Celestial Master of the Lower Yuan Prefecture entered the main hall alone, the Celestial Master of the Upper Yuan Prefecture had already dispersed his mental image.

The other sect leaders did not offer any further resistance.

They sat together, channeling all their remaining mental energy into the ancestral Tai Xu Mirror of Shangyuan Mansion.

The images on the mirror surface keep changing.

The city was twisted and covered, eighteen black pillars pierced the sky and the earth, and a blurry figure stood in the boundless bloody aura.

"This is our final simulation."

The Celestial Master of Shangyuan Prefecture had a bluish-purple face, but his voice was surprisingly calm.

"It is also the last way out for this world."

The Celestial Master of Xiayuan Prefecture looked at him coldly.

"What are you trying to say?"

"The world has no limits to one's mind."

The Celestial Master of Shangyuan Prefecture raised his head.

"It's protecting us."

"The Nine Lineages of Taoism are not the orthodox lineage of the Xinxiang School."

"It's just the nine outer sects left behind after the Heart-Image Sect closed off its own realm back then."

"Shangyuan Prefecture has possessed a portion of the old memories throughout the ages, so we know this."

"The Heart-Image Gate has once transcended all realms and even offered sacrifices to the world."

"But what they ultimately brought was not an upgrade."

"It's a kind of pollution that feeds on the world."

The Heavenly Master of the Lower Yuan Prefecture's eyes flickered slightly.

"The path of all phenomena is blocked, not because the world is jealous of us."

The Celestial Master of Shangyuan Prefecture continued, "Instead, the Xinxiang Sect deliberately severed the path."

"That kind of pollution can seep into the mind."

"The higher one's cultivation level, the easier it is for it to see them."

"They don't want the source of the heavens to find this place again."

The Celestial Master of Xiayuan Prefecture fell silent.

"What about Xiayuan Prefecture?"

"Xiayuan Prefecture has never been an ancestral temple on par with Shangyuan Prefecture."

The Celestial Master of Shangyuan Prefecture smiled bitterly.

"Whenever Shangyuan Prefecture weakens, the Daoist sect will send out the most skilled warrior lineage to suppress the world."

That lineage was then called the Lower Yuan Prefecture.

"You are responsible for killing and suppressing, while we are responsible for the inheritance of the Taoist sect."

However, due to the long history of its transmission, many things have been lost, and Shangyuan Prefecture guards the incomplete truth.

The Lower Yuan Prefecture only remembered to slay evil, but forgot where that evil came from.

"Once the eighteen pillars are completed, the extraterrestrial source will relock onto Earth."

"So-called blessing is nothing more than making you its tentacles first."

"Then, using your mental constructs, I will devour the entire world."

The Celestial Master of the Lower Yuan Prefecture looked at him.

"If that's the case, is there any hope?"

The Celestial Master of Shangyuan Prefecture remained silent for a moment.

Within the Mirror of Emptiness, the figure shrouded in boundless blood energy gradually became clear.

"have."

"Find someone who can bear the power of the mind in a real body."

"Only by balancing the real and the virtual can pollution be eradicated."

"This is the answer that the Xinxiang Sect has been waiting for for tens of thousands of years."

After saying that, the Celestial Master of Shangyuan Prefecture opened his palm.

A thin line of blood flew out and disappeared into the right hand of the Celestial Master of the Lower Yuan Palace.

"This is the final guidance."

"If you still remember that you are a member of the Taoist sect..."

"Then make the last right choice for us."

……

Memories fade away.

The Celestial Master of Xiayuan Prefecture stopped in his tracks.

The people behind him looked at him with puzzlement.

"A Celestial Master?"

"fine."

He responded calmly, then slowly lowered his head.

On the palm of my right hand, a thin blood vessel is moving under the skin.

Sometimes it points to the Cloud Top Grassland, and sometimes it turns to the location of the Taoist ancestral temple's inheritance point.

For the first time, pain flashed in his eyes.

He stepped into the myriad forms he had always dreamed of.

He personally killed all his old friends of several decades.

It also pushed the entire world to the brink of destruction.

But if what the Celestial Master of the Shangyuan Temple said is true...

"I might... really be wrong."