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

Looking back at the past from the future.

Interfering with history.

Let it happen again and again.

But that true future has not yet arrived.

As long as no world witnesses the birth of the Myriad Corpse Immortal from nothingness.

It is never the only truth.

then.

Everything needs another world.

We need to intervene in the causal war in Xia Chuan's world.

The existence of that timeline leading to 2020 needs to be acknowledged as well.

As long as two contradictory worlds witness all things together.

It is no longer a possibility.

It will become something that transcends all possibilities.

fact.

Xia Chuan stood under the golden fruit tree.

Looking at that bizarre and wonderful world.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows.

"I've made it through."

Aren't you going to talk to me?

The sound entered the darkness.

There was no echo.

Xia Chuan was not in a hurry.

He reached out and tapped the golden tree trunk in front of him.

"After all, his status has reached this point."

"It's just the two of us now."

"Or should I say..."

Are you still pretending to be blind and foolish?

The voice just fell.

The golden fruit trees suddenly trembled.

Countless branches swayed at the same time.

One after another, the fruits of the world collide with each other.

A low rumble of thunder echoed across the skies above countless civilizations.

Followed by.

The giant tree, which seemed to have no end, began to shrink.

The branches curled back.

The tree roots were pulled up.

The golden light receded like the tide and converged into the depths of darkness.

Xia Chuan then realized this.

That wasn't a real tree.

The countless crisscrossing tree roots are the nerves of some enormous creature.

Those branches.

This is a mindset that grows outward.

The so-called fruit.

These are worlds that are remembered, conceived, and witnessed.

The fruit trees are shrinking.

An enormous head slowly emerged from the darkness.

Facial features are indistinct.

It has no fixed form.

Sometimes it's like a baby.

Sometimes he looks like an old man.

At other times, it transforms into a mountain of flesh formed by countless human faces stacked on top of each other.

The golden fruit tree eventually shrank into the skull.

The brain that has been transformed.

Then.

The body behind the head gradually came into view.

It was a humanoid shape larger than a galaxy.

Countless scarlet tentacles drooped from the body.

Each tentacle is connected to a history of great success.

It swam slowly in the darkness.

Like a fish living in a void ocean.

The blurred facial features turned towards Xia Chuan.

The sound shook the entire Corpse Realm.

Lord of all spirits.

Xia Chuan nodded.

"This is our first formal meeting."

"But this doesn't seem to be the first time for you."

The giant humanoid figure remained silent for a moment.

I have no intention of being your enemy.

The formless and shapeless "person" slowly spoke.

I just want to live.

Xia Chuan looked at him with a rather strange expression.

"Things have come to this point."

Why do you still think we can coexist peacefully?

We have no irreconcilable differences.

The myriad corpse immortals roamed around Xia Chuan.

Its body is simply too large.

Even the slightest movement.

It will also cause countless world fruits in the darkness to shake violently.

【You and me.】

[These are all distorted causes and effects that attempt to exist under regulation.]

One of the eyes came to Xia Chuan.

Within the pupil.

Countless threads of cause and effect intertwine.

【Who are you.】

【Me too.】

Xia Chuan was stunned for a moment.

He then shook his head and chuckled.

"Maybe before."

"But ever since I embarked on this path."

"We're now locked in a life-or-death struggle."

The massive body of the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries stiffened slightly.

What road?

Xia Chuan found it rather strange.

"You do not know?"

Why do we need to know?

There was no doubt in the voice of the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries.

There was only a sense of taken-for-granted calm.

I just wanted to be born.

【exist.】

[That is, everything.]