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

The voice calmly denied it.

To the disbelief of the three, a figure stepped out from the eerie green flames.

He wore a bronze mask, and his pale, burly body was covered with old and new scars.

Almost the instant he clearly saw the figure, Zhuo Zhao's pupils contracted sharply, and he cried out in alarm:

"shortage?!"

Baili Yuan looked left and right in disbelief.

The man beside him, Huang, was staring intently at the figure that emerged from the flames opposite him.

"Two wastelands?" His voice was weak.

Beside him, the figure wearing a bronze mask had a furrowed brow, and his eyes beneath the mask were narrowed to slits.

He felt a strange, mirror-like familiarity, yet it wasn't quite the same.

The aura of the "wild" person opposite him was stronger than his.

Zhuo Zhao was completely stunned, clutching his head in his hands, his white hair falling over his shoulders:

"What on earth is going on?!"

The first one glanced at Zhuo Zhao:

"Haven't you noticed yet?"

"The 'Decree for All Industries to Operate in the Same Day' is not used in the way you do it."

Zhuo Zhao was taken aback.

Baili Yuan suppressed his shock, his voice trembling:

"who are you?"

Hearing Baili Yuan's question.

As Huang turned around, the eerie green flames beneath his feet slowly died out.

He looked calmly at the group of "himself" before him.

"The Three True Ones, which can transcend time, are different from the Three True Ones of the same month."

The communication between all industries under the same sun is based on the same space-time.

"To be precise, they are three co-located spacetimes."

The pure white space was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

You may call me

The initial figure of Huang stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes beneath the bronze mask unfathomable, "Huang of the Corpse Realm."

"The Corpse Realm?"

Baili Yuan was completely stunned.

He stared in disbelief at the desolation before him, his mind filled with only one thought.

Baili Yuan's lips moved, his voice dry, "Could it be..."

Corpse Realm Desolate nodded:

"I come from the world after the victory of the 1906 war of cause and effect."

In my world, the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Realms has already descended.

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"We won?"

Baili Yuan stared incredulously at the visitor wearing the bronze mask, his blood-red pupils filled with astonishment and doubt.

"In your... co-existing timeline?"

Corpse Realm Desolate nodded, then shook his head.

"Yes and no.

After all, neither of us truly represents the world.

Baili Yuan was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Corpse Realm Desolate surveyed his surroundings, his gaze beneath the bronze mask sweeping across every inch of the pure white space.

His voice was deep and steady.

"The root of everything lies in the battle of cause and effect in 1906."

Your world and my world are essentially just two possibilities that arose after the 1906 war of cause and effect.

Neither of them represents the real world.

Only if one side completely fixates on the 1906 outcome.

He paused, his eyes narrowing:

"That's when 2020 will truly become history."

That is also the true ending.

For that deluded god of all trades, it's simply a matter of winning or losing.

Corpse Realm Desolate looked at everyone, his gaze lingering for a moment on each face:

"On my side, there's a possibility of winning."

"Your side is in a situation where you might lose."

Everyone was stunned.

The air in the pure white space seemed to have solidified, and even the sound of breathing became clearly audible.

Corpse Realm Wasteland continued:

"I won on my side, so Wanye, that obsessed god, has finally broken free from the shackles of time."

They've started reaching out their hands towards you.

"If you also win, then the realm of corpses will truly descend."

Baili Yuan understood.

Essentially, it's about two futures needing to be anchored to their own past.

He murmured:

"The means to win or lose a war a century ago, are they being used a century later?"

Corpse Realm Desolate nodded, his voice devoid of emotion:

"Before anchoring to the past, we are all genuine in terms of the future."

He took a step forward, his eyes beneath the bronze mask fixed intently on the native wasteland:

"Therefore, let me take your place and face the strongest of your era."

"Let's stake our pasts on this, a battle fought with honor."

The group exchanged glances, their faces beaming with undisguised joy.

Baili Yuan spoke first, his voice tinged with urgency:

"In that case, the situation regarding Haishan should also change a bit."

Corpse Realm Desolate shook his head: "No."

His gaze shifted to Baili Yuan, and his tone turned serious:

"Besides that, what you need to find even more is..."

It is a girl named Zhou Liuqing and a boy named Duan Xinglian.

They are all successors of the Three Truths.

Baili Yuan frowned.

"Then"

Corpse Realm Desolate's voice was like a knife, cleanly and decisively severing all chances: "Kill them."

Penglai Island.

"I...I'm going in."

Zhou Liuqing's voice rang out in the quiet room, tinged with a hint of nervousness.

Her fingers hovered above Duan Xinglian's chest, with faint spiritual threads wrapped around her fingertips.

As fine as spider silk, it gleams faintly silver in the sunlight.

"Senior sister, be gentle."

Duan Xinglian sat in the chair with his back straight, his hands gripping his knees, his knuckles white.

He tried to appear calm, but his slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed him.

"I heard it's a little painful the first time, so just bear with it."

"Ah."

Zhou Liuqing took a deep breath and gently pressed her fingers on Duan Xinglian's chest.

The hand, as if it were nothing, passed directly through his clothes, skin, and muscles, probing deep into his primordial spirit.

She closed her eyes and sensed the 103 existing acupoints in her junior brother's primordial spirit. They varied in size and were sparsely distributed, like stars in the night sky.

Then she gently poked it.

A new acupoint was pierced at the edge of the primordial spirit, like a hole punched in a piece of paper.

Duan Xinglian's body tensed up suddenly, but he didn't make a sound.

Zhou Liuqing asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"