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

Or should we erase this outsider who doesn't belong to the original history, along with everything he changed?

Nobody knows.

Wan Ye's enormous head drooped.

Countless eyes were simultaneously fixed on Xia Chuan.

Lord of all spirits.

Are you brave enough to bet?

If I leave early...

[In that true history.]

Could there be a place for the world you created?

Xia Chuan looked at the white line.

Complete silence.

Yes.

This was once an obstacle he could never overcome.

His arrival was unexpected.

His power does not belong to the world of supernatural powers.

Everything he changed.

No matter how real it is.

No matter how many people witness it.

When faced with the original, completed history, it all seems like a side branch that could be deleted at any moment.

As long as the key nodes are shaken.

The law of causality might then abandon this newly formed world line.

Returning to that most stable white history.

But that was in the past.

Xia Chuan raised his head.

The silence gradually turned into a smile.

At last.

His mouth stretched into a wide grin.

"Why don't you dare?"

He waited for nearly a century.

It has been planned for nearly a century.

This led Sanzhen down a different path.

Let ordinary people master the law.

To enable the world of supernatural powers to have a future that does not depend on supernatural powers.

It allows one miracle after another, which should not exist in the original work, to be truly witnessed by the world.

Could it be...?

Isn't this the moment we've been waiting for?

Since that's the case...

Then we have no choice but to fight.

The Corpse Immortal's gaze held a certain scrutiny and anger:

[Do you really think you've got this in the bag?]

Xia Chuan was taken aback: "Otherwise what?"

Chapter 123 The True Use of the "Decree for All Industries to Operate in the Same Day"

Xia Chuan grinned and reached out to grab the white line that represented true history.

The Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries was even faster than him.

The enormous face, composed of countless human figures stacked on top of each other, retreated, and three fingers simultaneously plunged into the golden fruit tree.

The fruits of the world, which had been hanging on the branches and did not interfere with each other, began to shake violently.

One of them suddenly expanded, projecting the entire history it contained into the Corpse Realm.

Golden light burst forth from the surface of the fruit, revealing first a city razed to the ground.

Collapsed palaces, fractured mountains, and rivers stained with blood appeared one after another, and countless remnants of magical artifacts piled up like mountains, as if everything of value in this world had once been gathered here.

Then, an old man dressed in a large gray robe slowly emerged from the depths of the wreckage.

His face was ancient and simple, his white hair was disheveled, and a jet-black spear pierced his chest.

The spear was not pulled out; instead, it grew together with the rotting flesh.

Dark red true blood dripped continuously from the tip of the spear. Each drop of blood that fell to the ground would extract the supernatural power from the nearby broken magical artifacts and merge into the colorful halo around the old man.

Xia Chuan's smile faded somewhat.

He had seen this founding master in the records of the Three Truths:

[The Supreme Dharma Master's First Visit].

The original founder of the Three Truths was also an ancient seeker of the Dharma who established the foundational legal system for later generations during the most barbaric and chaotic era in the world of supernatural powers.

However, the Can Yi before him no longer possessed the clarity that the founding Dharma Master should have.

He was very similar to Jiang Mingzi, who had turned into a Dharma corpse. Only a few undying remnants of his own consciousness remained, while the rest of his primordial spirit was filled with the rage of his death.

Those murky eyes held no scrutiny of the younger generation, nor any familiarity with the Three Truths Clan emblem; only greed and hatred, a desire to seize everything before them.

That hatred, within the true blood of myriad deeds, formed a unique innate divine power, completely different from what it was in life.

[Innate supernatural power, supreme and unparalleled].

The moment the supernatural power was activated, a patch of black mist surrounding Xia Chuan suddenly disappeared.

It wasn't dispersed, nor was it devoured by some force; rather, the ownership of that black mist changed.

It originally belonged to Xia Chuan and the Land of Reincarnation, but now it has been forcibly taken away by some unreasonable authority, surrounding Can Yi and transforming into a pitch-black cloak from which the wails of the dead are constantly heard.

Immediately afterwards, Can Yi raised his hand again.

The space beneath Xia Chuan's feet disappeared.

That space was forcibly ripped from the Corpse Realm, shrunken into a transparent cube, and fell into Can Yi's palm. Xia Chuan's body then plummeted downwards, but before he could truly move, the distance between him and the fruit tree was also taken away.

Distance and proximity lose their meaning.

The golden fruit trees that were originally separated by countless miles suddenly appeared right in front of Xia Chuan, with countless branches piercing through like spears.

This is the power of the Corpse of the One Dharma.

To plunder everything.

As long as something truly exists, whether it is a tangible treasure, flesh and blood, or land, or an intangible thing like distance, belonging, or power, he can take it away from its original owner.

Wanye had already prepared the most suitable battlefield for him to use this supernatural power.

On the golden fruit tree, one world fruit after another lit up simultaneously. All the supernatural powers, magical treasures, sect fortunes, and even celestial phenomena that had appeared in history left their original worlds with a wave of Can Yi's hand and gathered in the Corpse Realm.

A mountain-driving whip, forged from twelve dragon veins, fell into his right hand. Wherever the whip swept, the earth, which did not exist in the Corpse Realm, rose from the darkness.

An ancient mirror, inlaid with the eyeballs of 360 great supernatural beings, hangs above his head, simultaneously reflecting all of Xia Chuan's possible actions.

Many more magical artifacts were stripped of the restrictions left by their original owners, and they unleashed their full power without needing to be refined.

The fact that the two magical artifacts even clashed with each other was also taken away by the first one.

Tens of thousands of completely different supernatural powers did not interfere with each other, but poured down on Xia Chuan at the same moment.

Space was taken away, escape routes were taken away, and even the time required for those attacks to travel from launch to arrival was preemptively taken away by Can Yi. Xia Chuan had just seen the magic weapon appear when all its effects were already upon him.

The golden light that stole his lifespan seeped into his flesh and blood, attempting to transfer his life to Canyi; the chains that sealed his primordial spirit pierced through the black mist, spreading deeper into the land of reincarnation;

A blood-red longsword, stripped of its "distance," appeared directly inside Xia Chuan's heart, slashing outwards with a deafening roar.

But...it had no effect whatsoever.

[Forbidden Magic] (Black Ultimate Passive):

You can choose not to accept any effects other than those affecting you.

You can deny other effects by "contact".

The clothes were not damaged, but the blood-red longsword began to turn transparent from the tip.

All supernatural effects that invaded his body lost their right to exist under the [Forbidden Law].

The golden light that stole his lifespan could not make him accept the result of having his lifespan taken away. The chains of his primordial spirit were denied by Xia Chuan before he touched the land of reincarnation. Even the black mist that had been taken away by Can Yi returned to its original ownership after it came into contact with Xia Chuan's body again.

The jet-black cloak fell off Can Yi's shoulder and turned back into black mist.

Then, it spread outwards along all the stolen magical artifacts.

The Mountain-Driving Whip lost its luster first, and the artifact spirit formed by the twelve dragon veins died silently in the black mist.

One by one, the 360 ​​eyes in the ancient mirror closed, and the countless actions reflected on the mirror surface disappeared.

San Yi waved his hands wildly.

He seized even more magical treasures from the fruits, and more supernatural powers descended from ancient history. But no matter how much he took, those magical treasures would be completely obliterated by the black mist once they approached Xia Chuan.

One piece, two pieces, ten pieces, ten thousand pieces.

The countless magical treasures that had just illuminated the Corpse Realm quickly curled up and dimmed, like scraps of paper falling into flames, leaving not even a trace behind.

Can Yi let out a muffled roar.