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

"Brother Haoguang? But wasn't he being..."

"You're such a fool, Haishan."

Xia Chuan interrupted him, tapping his temple with his finger.

"Didn't you sense anything unusual about that time?"

"They are forcibly pushing the timeline to tomorrow before they can take action."

Now, the Bright King who controls the sun and moon has arrived.

He turned his head, his gaze piercing through the layers of black fog, landing in the direction of Xi'an.

Xia Chuan's lips curled up, revealing a smile that resembled both that of a cunning old fox and a child who had triumphantly succeeded in a prank:

"How could Gao Haoguang, who has been chasing him all along, possibly not be able to get here?"

He withdrew his gaze and landed on Hai Shan's face, which was gradually regaining its vitality. He lowered his voice, as if speaking a whisper that only the two of them could hear:

"He just needs a little help."

"Little Star Refiner, get to work!"

Chapter 110 The Sun and Moon Are Both Wrong – That's Not How You Do It!

Xi'an, 2020 AD.

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly rose in pitch, carrying a panic that Hai Mianmian would never normally exhibit.

"Something's happened! Something's happened! Something's happened!!! The island lord has lost!"

Duan Xinglian almost dropped his phone.

He stood there, stunned, his mind feeling as if a wad of cotton had been stuffed into it, blocking out all his thoughts.

Zhou Liuqing's expression also changed; her face, which usually always carried a gentle smile, instantly lost all color.

She opened her mouth as if to ask something, but the words stuck in her throat.

Before the two could even ask what was going on, Hai Mianmian's voice had already faded from the receiver, leaving only a few fragmented words:

"I'm going to seek help from other sects... You all take care of yourselves..."

Then there was a busy tone, and the call was disconnected.

Duan Xinglian's hand, gripping the phone, was trembling slightly.

He felt a chill run down his spine, a cold emanating from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head. He and his senior sister had originally relied on Hai Shan; with him in front of them, they only needed to complete their respective tasks.

But now that backbone has suddenly broken, they are like two ships that have lost their lighthouse, drifting aimlessly on the sea in the dead of night.

In her extreme anxiety, Zhou Liuqing heard a voice in her mind.

The voice was deep and resonant, carrying a tone that was all too familiar to them, a tone that belonged to Xia Chuan:

[Don't worry about it, that kid Hai Shan is with me now.]

Both of them were taken aback. Duan Xinglian suddenly raised his head: "Ancestor Xia Chuan?"

The voice didn't respond to their surprise; it spoke extremely quickly, as if in a hurry.

Time is of the essence, so let's cut to the chase.

I need you to tell me something that only I know, that you know I know, right now.

[This is a hidden effect of Tongtian, and it concerns those silly gray cubs, so you all need to listen carefully.]

Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing exchanged a glance, both seeing the same confusion in each other's eyes.

The voice began its statement calmly and deliberately, each word as clear, resolute, and unquestionable as if carved in stone:

Gao Haoguang has lost his way in time.

Because someone is constantly disrupting time, their current perception of time is inaccurate.

What you need to do is keep it simple.

...........

Did you understand?

Zhou Liuqing's mind raced, the words reorganizing, weaving, and piecing together in her head, as if someone had put a jigsaw puzzle back in its correct place.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and her voice trembled slightly: "I understand."

[If you understand, then get started.]

[Entangled in the black mist, I command the world with my status.]

The multi-thread weaving machine will arrive soon.

[You guys take care of this and help Haoguang find his way home.]

Having just finished processing Xia Chuan's information, the two were completely stunned.

Duan Xinglian, in particular, looked at his hands, turning them over and over again, and found it all absurd.

How come I didn't know Tongtian was so powerful before?

Master Xia Chuan isn't trying to trick me, is he?

next moment.

A muffled thud interrupted their thoughts.

A black, square box fell from the sky.

It felt like something had pushed me from the other side of space.

It landed just in front of the two of them on the ground.

The machine made a dull thud when it landed, and a few small scratches and a little dirt remained on its square shell.

It has a narrow slit on its side, like some kind of ancient paper outlet;

There are several raised buttons on the top, with worn-smooth edges, clearly indicating that it has been used many times.

"This is... the Myriad Threads Weaving Machine?"

Zhou Liuqing squatted down and carefully examined the machine. "It looks exactly like the one in the photo."

She reached out and gently touched the outer shell; it felt cool to the touch and had the characteristic hardness of metal.

"Little Star Refining, what are you still standing there for?"

"Hurry up and come here! We need to find Master Haoguang as soon as possible!"

Duan Xinglian hesitated.

He looked at the machine, then at his own hands, which he had just called "outrageous," and a thought kept swirling in his mind.

You can't just stop playing because you're a supermodel, right?

He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and strode over.

"Senior sister, I'm here."

His hands rested on the black printer.

It felt cold and hard to the touch, like touching a piece of metal that had been cooled for a long time.

Saturday Qing nodded, took half a step back, and closed her eyes.

Her body was filled with magical power, and a wisp of golden light seeped out from between her eyebrows.

Above her head, a phantom outline coalesced, human-sized with blurred edges, like a dream taking shape.

[The person's innate supernatural power at this moment]

Meanwhile, over the Pacific Ocean.

Huang floated on the inky sea, the crimson tentacle that had emerged from the Dream of Myriad Industries slowly surging behind him.

He was already certain of victory. Haishan was dead. Time skipped past midnight. Wanye was crossing the barriers between worlds.

At this moment, he only needs to wait a little longer for the true form of that obsessed god to descend completely.

But for no apparent reason, he felt a jolt in his heart.

In the darkness, something seemed to be touching this world.

The law encompassing all things is trembling in unison due to some unfathomable Daoist rhythm.

It wasn't a violent tremor, but a more subtle resonance, like a string being gently plucked.

He sensed that the laws were being "commanded" by something, being rearranged by some force higher than them.

What's going on?

Huang frowned, his crimson pupils narrowing slightly in the night.

"Could it be a method left behind by Hai Shan?"

He closed his eyes and used his mind to capture that ethereal Daoist essence.

His consciousness, like countless fine threads, extended, explored, and touched the source of the vibration.

Then he felt a very familiar sensation:

Someone is using "the person of this moment" to alter reality.

It seems to be a female voice.

Huang's lips curled into a mocking smile.

Interesting, the overall situation is now settled.

Let me see what you're up to.

He used his supernatural powers to carefully sense the disordered causal threads.

Then he heard the "command".

Because I have connections to the heavens, you must listen to me.

Huang laughed in exasperation: "Ha!"