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

"I told you not to come and join the fun."

He took out a small, pure black book from his sleeve. It was about the size of a palm, with no words on the cover, as black as a frozen night.

The pages turned automatically without any wind, flipping to a certain page with a rustling sound. More than thirty blood-red names appeared almost simultaneously, each name pulsating slowly on the page, as if it had its own pulse.

"If my little grand-disciple is alright, then I'll give you a quarter of an hour to return to life and say goodbye to others."

Hai Shan lowered his eyes to look at the blood-red names in the Book of Life and Death, his voice calm.

"As for resurrection, forget about it. After all, I'm not made of clay."

He closed the Book of Life and Death, tucked it into his sleeve, and looked up into the distance:

"Behave yourself until things are settled here."

Before he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a streak of light and sped off towards the south.

Meanwhile, inside a hotel room.

Baili Yuan suddenly stood up from the sofa, his whole body stiff.

He had just felt the aftershocks of the battle between Hai Shan and more than thirty powerful beings, emanating from the center of the Pacific Ocean.

The force that had penetrated most of the Earth still made him feel a jolt of fear.

"That commotion just now... it must be Hai Shan attacking another sect!"

His voice was strained, and his fingers tapped rapidly on the table.

Zhuo Zhao sat on the windowsill, patting his chest with lingering fear:

"Fortunately, I've already infiltrated their airship."

Haishan was wary of activating the Myriad Weaving Machine, so he wouldn't easily approach northern Shaanxi.

"I'm about to enter that black mist too."

Hearing this only piece of good news, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced at the sky outside, and his voice, deep and unwavering, rang out from beneath the bronze mask:

What time is it now?

Zhuo Zhao glanced at the wall clock:

It's 11:13 PM.

Huang nodded, his gaze sweeping across the two faces:

"The plan remains unchanged. We'll begin in half an hour."

Baili Yuan and Zhuo Zhao exchanged a glance but remained silent.

After a moment of silence, Zhuo Zhao looked at Huang with curiosity:

"By the way, what exactly is that black mist?"

Ask the other prison guard if he has any information.

Huang shook his head:

He is not inside me now.

According to him, it seems he wanted to wait for the arrival of all things and then directly pull his counterpart from the other world over.

His voice was deep, carrying an indescribable meaning.

Everyone nodded and then fell silent.

suddenly

"Boom!"

A rhythm that resonates with the cause and effect of the entire world begins to beat, deep and resonant, like the heart beating deep within the earth.

The rhythm pierced through the walls, the floor, the skin and bones, and crashed straight into the depths of the three people's souls.

The three men's expressions changed simultaneously, and they all stood up in disbelief.

"This feeling?"

Zhuo Zhao looked around and found it all utterly unbelievable.

"Is that mad god Wanye about to descend to earth?!"

Baili Yuan frowned deeply.

There are two conditions for the arrival of all things in the world.

One reason is that a sufficient number of people witnessed the arrival of all things through some means.

Another is that there is sufficiently strong causal fluctuation.

And now, that dream has been realized by witnessing the arrival of all industries.

But the one after that...

Baili Yuan stared in disbelief, his mind racing:

"How is that possible?"

Isn't the complete fluctuation of causality something that will happen tomorrow?

Why are there such strong fluctuations today?

While he and Zhuo Zhao were filled with doubt and uncertainty, they heard Huang slowly speak:

"Do not.

Besides the natural fluctuations of the law of causality, there are other ways that can cause fluctuations in causality.

Zhuo Zhao was taken aback: "What method?"

Did Haishan conquer the world?

Or did it make a significant historical contribution to humanity?

Or did Haishan turn into a zombie?

broken.

It seems like he can do all of these things?

Huang narrowed his eyes:

"Just like the Immortal Who Steals Karma..."

Baili Yuan's expression changed, and a terrifying thought surfaced in his mind:

"Could it be that... Hai Shan killed all the powerful cultivators who were besieging him?"

This guess sent chills down Zhuo Zhao's spine.

She had only heard Baili Yuan and Huang say that this Sea Mountain was very strong.

But it was never said that he could kill more than thirty powerful beings!

They probably started doing it around 11 p.m.

There were a total of thirty-six powerful beings.

Even with deliberate preparation and even a preemptive ambush, they were all wiped out in thirteen minutes?

Baili Yuan realized what was happening and shook his head violently:

"No, that's not right."

Because they were always getting whipped by Sanzhen, even their silly boss learned his lesson.

Without a summons, it will not descend directly even if the conditions are met.

But now that three beings from six lifetimes and five incarnations are sitting here, who is it that has brought all things into this world?

Ara also realized what was happening, and his brows furrowed deeply beneath the bronze mask:

"Without our summoning, how dare that foolish god of all trades descend?"

Almost instantly, invisible threads of cause and effect emerged from the void.

The causal line originates from something ancient, vast, yet now clearly panicked.

Like an arm pleading for help, it urgently wrapped around the three of them.

Within those threads of cause and effect, a rather exasperated voice emerged:

"I said you and I are destined to meet, are you deaf?!"

Baili Yuan shuddered: ? ? ?

This sound,

Is that Haishan?!

Is Hai Shan summoning all things to manifest in the world?

The three exchanged a glance, their expressions changing drastically.

broken!

I've been busy planning how to deal with Haishan these past few days.

Forgot about the boss?!

On a small island in the South Pacific Ocean.

Hai Shan hovered in mid-air, staring at the Myriad Causes and Effects that were being held up by a hand bone, his face showing displeasure.

The causal cloud, like a blood-red mist, tumbled and struggled in mid-air, trying to escape, but was firmly gripped by that hand bone.

This is one of the fundamental sources of all things that a powerful being known as the Immortal of Stealing Karma stole from the future thousands of years ago.

Fifty-two years ago, after the battle of cause and effect, cause and effect, along with the hand bone, fell into the hands of Haishan.

And now.

Looking at the hand bone in front of him, Hai Shan's heterochromatic eyes were filled with displeasure.

"I've already killed you, and now you're telling me you're not coming?!"