The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

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Bad news: It seems the clone is about to turn into a Nirvana corpse!

He was completely baffled, his brows furrowing into a deep knot:

Why is that?

I clearly pressed the acupoints, so why did the True Blood of Myriad Karmas suddenly descend?

He looked down at his palm, where the primordial spirits of Zhao Yan and Huang Liang were curled up.

Xia Chuan stared at the two primordial spirits for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed.

"Although Nirvana and the seeker of the Dharma are very close in terms of the Dharma acupoint."

But Nirvana's primordial spirit was essentially dead.

He muttered to himself, his voice growing deeper and deeper.

"I was just pinching my soul at a dead person, and I ended up pinching myself to death!"

Having figured out the crux of the problem, Xia Chuan sighed and plopped back down on the tatami mat.

Instead of finding his innate divine power, he created a Nirvana Corpse.

He scratched his head and sighed.

It doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with it?

At least he has a talent or supernatural ability as a safety net, and that thing can inherit 100% of his attributes and some of his skills.

If a fight really breaks out, it's like having an extra helper who's just as good as you.

But we still need to do some research.

We definitely can't play around like this in Xi'an. What if we attract the True Blood of Ten Thousand Industries again and get caught by those powerful beings?

His "Three True Supremes" plaque was about to be torn down before it even had a chance to be hung up properly.

With a thought, Xia Chuan was enveloped in black mist once again.

[Reincarnation and Unique Judgment]

Darkness descends.

The endless cycle of reincarnation swallowed him up once more, the black mist swirling around him, feeling as familiar as returning home.

Xia Chuan stood in the darkness, took a deep breath, and then reached out his hand.

[Unnamed]

Black mist surged, and a blood-red figure emerged from his shadow.

It had a blue face and fangs, its skin was covered with fine cracks, and its pupils glowed with a ghostly green light.

The corpse was exactly the same size as him, but it had been twisted into a different form by some kind of force.

Xia Chuan circled the corpse twice and poked its arm.

It felt icy cold to the touch, as hard as iron, like poking into a rock that had been frozen for thousands of years.

"It's alright, at least it's not so ugly that it's unbearable to look at."

"I just don't know what innate supernatural power is."

He muttered something to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Chuan suddenly felt a strange calling.

They weren't after him personally, but rather the projection of the Dharma Corpse in front of him.

Out of curiosity, Xia Chuan did not stop him.

He separated his own historical projection, letting that calling lead him there.

A flash of white light.

When the white light faded, Xia Chuan found himself standing in a pure white space.

There was no sky, no earth, no walls, no corners, only endless white.

Three people stood in the center of the space.

A young man with white hair and red eyes was wearing a clean white suit.

A woman with white hair and red eyes.

There was also a burly man wearing a bronze mask, his eyes beneath the mask deep and unfathomable, his arms crossed, saying nothing.

Xia Chuan looked down at himself—no, he didn't have "himself."

He was enveloped in that black mist, without limbs or facial features, just a thick, constantly churning black fog.

He is being drawn in by the pull of this space.

"Zhuo Zhao, are you sure you can bring in the newcomers?"

Baili Yuan glanced sideways at the woman beside him, his tone clearly showing distrust.

"You guys are all fucking buddies, don't you know what I'm capable of?"

Zhuo Zhao patted his chest, his white hair swaying behind him.

"The problem is you don't have a penis, and you're not my buddy."

"Last time you said you wanted to find Lao Sui, but you ended up dragging Hai Shan into it!"

Upon hearing this, Baili Yuan immediately became anxious:

"Luckily, Lao Huang reacted quickly and knocked you out in time, otherwise we would have been wiped out on the spot!"

Zhuo Zhao was taken aback, his arrogance instantly diminished, and his rebuttal sounded weak and feeble:

"Who knows when Hai Shan joined the Nine Realms Gate?"

Then she straightened her chest, patted it, and said firmly:

"Don't worry, don't worry, the criteria I used this time for searching were based on that foolish god Wanye."

Even if Hai Shan were incredibly bold, he would never dare to have any connection with Wan Ye.

As soon as the words were spoken, a cloud of black mist struggled to squeeze into the edge of the pure white space.

The black mist slowly rolled, turning into a pitch-black mass.

Zhuo Zhao beckoned to the cloud of black mist:

"Newcomer".

"Come quickly, come quickly, we are your seniors."

Baili Yuan sensed the shared aura of cause and effect, originating from both himself and the black mist, and spoke hesitantly:

"This is... the newcomer?"

Why is it like this?

Huang remained silent.

He stood at the very back, his eyes beneath the bronze mask fixed on the black mist.

He felt that the black mist was quite familiar.

Was it just his imagination?

Xia Chuan floated in the pure white space, with black mist slowly surging around him.

He looked at the three people in front of him, then at his own form as a cloud of black mist, and then at the three people again.

It dawned on him.

Have I... accidentally stumbled into a chat group about six lifetimes and five worlds?

Baili Yuan, Zhuo Zhao, and Huang Liusheng, the five reincarnations of the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries, were chosen as protectors in the long river of time.

Each incarnation has a different face and different supernatural powers.

But they share the same origin and the same supernatural power: the form of no-self.

Zhuo Zhao looked at Xia Chuan, who was shrouded in black mist, with a grin:

"Newcomer, what are you doing?"

The black mist remained silent for a moment, then slowly spoke.

The sound is deep and resonant, with a metallic quality.

Hello.

Baili Yuan frowned even more.

This newcomer is really strange.

However, the aura of cause and effect emanating from this black mist was of the same origin as the three of them, and it could not be faked.

"Which era are you from?" Baili Yuan asked.

The black mist paused for a moment, then said, "1906."