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

In the blink of an eye.

The pale giant hand turned into ashes.

Huang let out a muffled groan.

The right arm, which was connected to those granulation tissues, also withered completely at the same time.

Baili Yuan followed closely behind.

The primordial spirit residing in the corpse of Haishan activated the [True Selfless Dharma Form] without regard for the cost.

An invisible force of cause and effect spread towards Xia Chuan's body.

[All of this is me.]

[This is not me either.]

Since the attack cannot reach Xia Chuan.

Then let's define the black mist around Xia Chuan as "me"!

Once the replacement is complete.

That black mist, capable of devouring everything, will become an avatar of Baili Yuan.

But his will had just penetrated into it.

Then I saw an endless number of dead.

mortal.

Seekers of the Dharma.

Nirvana.

One after another, primordial spirits rose and fell in the black mist.

Along a long river with no beginning and no end, one experiences death, slumber, and rebirth.

Baili Yuan's consciousness attempted to define them as "I".

The dead also raised their heads at the same time.

Countless faces.

Countless eyes.

At the same time, I watched him.

【Who are you? 】

A voice rang out.

The second course followed immediately.

The third way.

Countless voices overlapped deep within Baili Yuan's consciousness!

【Who are you? 】

Baili Yuan's primordial spirit trembled violently.

Those who died whom he defined as "I" did not become his alter egos.

Instead, it squeezed into his consciousness along with the connection of the selfless Dharma form!

All of them are me.

It is not me either.

When an endless stream of "non-self" surges in simultaneously.

The "I" that Baili Yuan maintained was as insignificant as a drop of water in the ocean.

[Break!]

Baili Yuan disregarded everything and severed all contact.

At the same time, jet-black blood flowed from all seven orifices of the corpse in Haishan.

He staggered backward.

Zhuo Zhao, Huang, Bailiyuan.

The three beings who stand at the pinnacle of the supernatural world unleashed their full power.

Yet it couldn't even affect Xia Chuan's speed of movement in the slightest.

All supernatural powers.

All magic.

Everything that touches the black mist.

They will all disappear silently.

It's as if it never existed.

Precisely.

It is not dissipation, but rather [death].

Even the act of "attacking Xia Chuan" itself will meet its end after entering the black mist.

Xia Chuan finally stopped.

He turned around.

Looking at the desolate wasteland, its life force waning.

Looking at Zhuo Zhao and Baili Yuan, who were residing in the two corpses.

He then looked at the myriad tentacles of karma that kept reaching out from the corpse realm, yet dared not approach him.

"Almost got it."

Xia Chuan sighed.

"I won't bully you."

"You should stick to playing with opponents of similar strength."

Zhuo Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

What does "similar strength" mean?

Before she could react...

The black mist surrounding Xia Chuan began to solidify gradually.

The fog billowed and churned.

The whispers of countless dead echoed within.

A tall figure slowly walked out from the deepest part of the land of reincarnation.

First came the footsteps.

Then came the robes.

Finally, there were two heterochromatic eyes, one clear and one murky, seemingly reflecting the entire history of the supernatural world.

Haishan is over.

It is not the corpse of the Dharma residing in Bailiyuan.

It is not another possibility that emerged from the twisted karma of the Corpse Realm.

Rather, it truly belongs to this world.

He truly died by the Black Hole Sword.

He was brought back from the Land of Reincarnation by Xia Chuan.

Eternal Treasure Creator!

Hai Shan stepped out of the black mist.

The first thing he saw was his own corpse.

Precisely.

He saw himself being controlled by Baili Yuan.

Two pairs of identical heterochromatic eyes gaze at each other from afar.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Hai Shan touched his chin.

"You seem to be quite comfortable using my face, huh?"

Baili Yuan: "..."

Before Baili Yuan could answer.

Hai Shan had already looked away.

He went straight to Gao Haoguang's side.

Gao Haoguang stared intently at him.

His gray pupils trembled slightly.

He had seen the body before.

I've seen memories.

I have also witnessed the countless possibilities that Baili Yuan has evolved from the Dharma Corpse by using the Sea Mountain.

But even now.

Those familiar heterochromatic eyes were finally looking at him.

Gao Haoguang, on the other hand, didn't know what to say.

A long silence followed.