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

"Haishan borrowed from future civilizations to forge the sun."

"Gao Haoguang has once again forced a period of time that can never be completed into the face of the wilderness."

"A hypothesis that changes the world."

"A world that makes itself deny itself."

Yan You shook his head.

"However, Gao Haoguang is indeed worthy of the title 'Immortal Lord'."

Upon hearing this, everyone around nodded in agreement.

The term "Immortal Lord" does not refer to a state of being.

It's not just a simple honorific title.

Only those who truly dominate an era and push their own path to unprecedented heights are qualified to be crowned with the title of Immortal Lord by posterity.

In terms of honorific titles, Gao Haoguang is truly deserving.

Whether it's the Myriad Paths Weaving Machine or the paradoxical supernatural power that has now trapped the Complete Wasteland, both are sufficient proof of his path.

A magic talisman.

In his hands, it has almost reached its end.

Yan You suddenly felt a little regretful.

"It's a pity I never got to see the previous generation of immortal lords."

"That Three True Patriarchs."

"Just what kind of demeanor does the Immortal Lord of All Laws, Jiang Mingzi, possess?"

The hall was quiet for a moment.

Jiang Mingzi's era is too far removed from today.

Even in the realm of supernatural powers, most of the records about him are just scattered fragments.

Every single thing they did was astonishing.

But precisely because of this, Jiang Mingzi is seen by later seekers of the Dharma more as a myth from ancient texts.

Rather than a person who actually existed.

Yan You's words had barely finished.

Tiger Rope, standing at the back of the crowd, suddenly frowned.

"Wait a moment."

Everyone turned to look at him.

Tiger Rope ignored him.

He took a few steps forward, almost pressing his face against the light screen that Gu Shifang had unfolded.

Those eyes were fixed on the void beside the desolation.

"what is that?"

Gu Shifang frowned slightly.

He raised one hand and gently manipulated the image projected by his supernatural powers.

The scene on the light screen rapidly magnified.

The crowd's gaze passed over the meteorite that had been transformed from the desolate landscape and looked towards the previously empty sky above.

There it was.

A figure appeared out of nowhere.

The pale white robes resembled mourning garments draped over the dead.

On the robes, clusters of dark red plum blossoms quietly bloomed.

The figure's face was pale.

Tears of blood streamed down his face, etching two deep red lines into his cheeks.

My left shoulder is completely empty.

In the center of his chest, there was a huge, still not fully healed hole.

White granulation tissue kept wriggling at the edge of the wound.

The overwhelming resentment transformed into dark red clouds, which gathered and dispersed around him.

Upon seeing this figure, the first reaction of the crowd was not fear.

Instead, it was a question.

"The Great Divine Power Nirvana?"

"It should be."

Gu Shifang stroked his chin:

"I just don't know which sect's senior he is."

"How could it have been revived at just this particular moment?"

"And he also had quite a few injuries."

"But this face..."

Gu Shifang frowned. "It does look quite familiar."

"wrong."

Hu Dasheng's voice suddenly became extremely solemn.

"This is not some newly resurrected Nirvana corpse."

Gu Shifang turned to look at him.

"how?"

"You know him?"

Tiger Rope did not answer immediately.

His brows furrowed more and more deeply.

It was as if he was repeatedly confirming an answer that even he himself dared not believe.

“Take a good look at his face.”

The crowd instinctively moved forward.

Gu Shifang also amplified the scene within his supernatural power once again.

That pale face, streaked with blood and tears, filled with hatred and pain, almost filled the entire screen.

Hu Dasheng swallowed hard.

"Back when I was dragged to Sanzhen by the pervert Xiao Gao, I saw a portrait in the Ancestral Hall."

"Although the person in the portrait doesn't have that much blood."

"It didn't turn into this horrible state."

"But this face..."

Hu Dasheng's voice was slightly hoarse.

"I will never admit my mistake."

He raised his hand and pointed to the pale white figure in the light screen.

"This guy is Jiang Mingzi."

The main hall fell silent.

And over the Pacific Ocean.

Zhuo Zhao, who was controlling Jiang Mingzi's corpse, was unaware that a group of people in the sect had already recognized this body.

She circled the meteorite that seemed frozen in mid-air.

Are you stuck in time?

The meteorite that had been transformed from the wilderness remained motionless.

At the very front of the meteorite, a giant fist remained poised to strike forward.

The green flames burned down his arm to his shoulder.

He looked like a monster encased in amber.

Zhuo Zhao clicked his tongue in amazement.

"This really is a prison wasteland."

Within the sea of ​​consciousness.

Pan Nanjun calmly analyzed:

He probably can't hear you.

The two of you are currently experiencing different flows of time.

Sui Yuan looked at Huang's posture, with one hand outstretched and one leg raised behind him.

If the opportunity arises in the future, I might be willing to learn from them.

Zhuo Zhao's lips twitched.

A faint, almost imperceptible voice suddenly squeezed in from the faint connection between the six lifetimes and five lifetimes.

【hurry up!】

I can't take it anymore!