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

The green flames that maintained his pre-existing body in the false world were like hungry beasts, devouring every last bit of power remaining in his body.

He tried to sever the supernatural power, tried to withdraw his magic, and tried to return to the normal flow of time, but everything was blocked by that layer of dark blue light.

They quietly covered his fist, the edge of his consciousness, pushing every thought of "stop" in another direction.

Huang's heart was filled with resentment.

Now, Wanye is only one step away from victory.

They were only a step away from Haishan's corpse.

But that step, which should have been resolved in an instant, now seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

In the infinitely long and the fleeting future, he is like Zeno trying to catch up with the tortoise, or Sisyphus pushing the boulder.

It can only approach infinitely, but it can never truly reach the next moment.

He would be burned to death by his own green flames even before he reached the next instant.

Is this the end of it?

They didn't even see Gao Haoguang's shadow; it was just a backup plan he had prepared beforehand.

Am I going to die here?

Will those "selves" who perish as a result fall on the eve of dawn?

no way!!

Huang's eyes suddenly narrowed.

The dark red light in his pupils contracted sharply, as if a dying flame had been ignited by something.

Time marches on relentlessly, but our will remains unchanged!

He mobilized the last remaining trace of the selfless Dharma within his body.

Those white fleshy buds surged and wriggled deep within the primordial spirit, condensing the last bit of power into a strand of information as thin as a hair, flowing upstream along the causal line between the six lifetimes and five worlds.

Transcending time, transcending distance, transcending that constraint.

That message traveled across the Pacific Ocean, through those solidifying layers of time.

Traveling thousands of miles, heading in a clear direction, Xi'an, 1906.

There was a figure trapped in time, a figure tainted by all karma yet carrying an undying hatred.

Huang poured all his resentment, anger, and last glimmer of hope into that message.

"Zhuo Zhao, come quickly and help me!"

Chapter 114 Capturing Wanye (7.2K long chapter) (One more chapter to come)

Let's move the clock forward a little.

1906 AD.

Xi'an.

When that piece of information, almost crushed by the infinite layers of time, finally arrived with difficulty along the causal connections between the six lifetimes and five worlds.

Zhuo Zhao felt as if the sky had fallen.

[Zhuo Zhao, come quickly to my aid!]

Hearing that unprecedentedly urgent and furious roar in his mind, Zhuo Zhao was stunned for a moment.

"How come Hai Shan was killed, but Gao Haoguang is also gone?!"

She simply couldn't believe it.

After paying the price of Baili Yuan's death and Huang almost burning away all his selfless Dharma forms, the other world's Lao Huang lived up to expectations.

Finally, Haishan was killed.

Forging swords in black holes.

A decisive blow from beyond the box.

That sword strike almost severed the entire history of the supernatural world.

Before they could even celebrate, another, even more outrageous guy reached out from somewhere.

Gao Haoguang didn't even show up.

It relies solely on a paradoxical supernatural power that remains within the myriad threads of the weaving machine.

It has trapped itself in the infinitely divisible gap between the present and the future.

No entry allowed.

It cannot be refunded.

The false world and the true world are still burning relentlessly, regardless of the cost.

Every inch forward requires traversing an almost infinite amount of time.

Before the future can hit the sea mountain, Huang himself will be burned to ashes by the green flames.

The situation is actually not complicated.

It's nothing more than that Huang is now falling into a ditch that is both infinitely long and infinitely short.

The [Eternal Bright King] is precisely the solution.

All Zhuo Zhao needs to do is follow the connection between the six lives and five lifetimes and push the timeline of the area where Huang is located forward one step at a time.

Let that infinitely long interval pass in an instant.

Then he raised his foot and kicked Huang hard in the butt.

That way, we can kick that prison out from the crack in time.

The theory is simple.

It's not difficult to operate.

The issue is

Zhuo Zhao can only say that there's nothing he can do to help.

Because there was a truck disguised as a human being chasing her and trying to crash into her!

It seemed to have sensed the momentary hesitation in Jiang Mingzi's soul.

Xia Chuan's hair and beard bristled, and his voice boomed like thunder:

"You dare to get distracted?!"

"I think you don't take me seriously at all!"

next moment.

Black lightning suddenly exploded.

Space seemed to be cleaved in two by an invisible giant axe, and a dark crack spread out from the front of Xia Chuan's fist.

The massive figure shattered the air, carrying a force that seemed to pierce the entire sky, and charged towards Jiang Mingzi's corpse once more!

Zhuo Zhao felt a chill run down his spine.

"You're coming back?!"

Looking at that tireless, ever-victorious figure, she gritted her teeth.

On Jiang Mingzi's deathly pale robe, resembling mourning attire, blood-red plum blossoms bloomed anew.

Dark red bloodstains spread rapidly along his robes, clinging to his neck, wrists, and cheeks like living things.

"Boom!"

The corpse's heart pounded heavily.

At this moment, time turned its gaze solely to him.

[The Innate Divine Power of the Eternal Bright King]

Nine times faster!

Jiang Mingzi's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

It wasn't so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.

Instead, while everyone around him was still stuck in the previous moment, he had already spent nine whole moments on his own.

The air was violently compressed and exploded by the rapidly moving Dharma body.

One white sonic boom after another exploded behind him, like nine giant lotus flowers blooming simultaneously in the night sky.

Nine times the speed.

Naturally, it also has nine times the momentum!

The pale hand, now transformed into a corpse, had its five fingers pressed together.

Without any unnecessary moves, he simply pushed his palm forward in response to the straight-on black lightning!

"boom!!!"

Fists and palms collide.

A visible white shockwave suddenly spread out between the two of them.

The blood-red clouds that had shrouded Xi'an all night were torn apart.

The drizzling blood rain was shaken into a layer of dark red mist, which was then completely evaporated by the scorching wind of the fist in the next instant.

The entire night sky became clear.

But in the clouds high in the sky.

The standoff between the man and the corpse continued.

Xia Chuan hit hard with his right fist.

Black lightning crackled and leaped across the surface of the fist, like black snakes tearing at flesh.