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

The children who had been surrounding Baili Yuan had stopped talking and laughing at some point.

Their heads were bowed, their bodies swayed gently with the hull of the boat, and a crack slowly appeared between their brows.

One after another, scarlet vertical eyes opened from the crack.

Baili Yuan's expression changed drastically.

Damn it!

"This is the Nirvana people's supernatural power, the 'Borrowing the True Eye'!"

A strong sense of foreboding arose in Zhuo Zhao's heart.

Bai Xiaoxiao did not die.

The Nirvana being somehow managed to parasitize the living corpses on the ship and even boarded the returning ship with them!

The bronze mirror in Zhuo Zhao's hand suddenly lit up, bursting forth with intense light. But before she could activate its power, a beam of red light shot out from the vertical eye between the eyebrows of a boy.

"[Borrowing Yuan Zhenmu]!"

As the red light fell, the [All Industries and the Day Order] in Zhuo Zhao's hand slipped from his grasp, flew over the ship's side, and plunged into the turbulent river.

At the same time, everyone on the ship stopped moving.

The boatman, the boy, the servants, and the fellow disciples of the Myriad Professions Sect all slowly turned their heads. Countless vertical eyes opened between their brows, and countless scarlet gazes simultaneously fell upon Zhuo Zhao and Baili Yuan.

The next moment, the entire ship's crew surged forward like a tidal wave.

Zhuo Zhao and Baili Yuan fought back desperately. Pale flesh sprouts continued to grow on the deck, wood chips and limbs flew everywhere, but the enemies were simply too numerous. With each zombie they felled, more crawled out from the cabins and below the deck.

Zhuo Zhao's magical power gradually depleted, and his body became heavier and heavier.

In the end, she was pinned to the ground by countless hands.

Faces with three eyes looked down at her from above, their gazes numb and crazed.

On the verge of death, a sudden realization flashed through Zhuo Zhao's mind.

The ship is full of zombies!

Darkness engulfed her.

……

Beyond the endless story, two beings, detached from the narrative, gaze at each other across a calm body of water.

The water's surface, like a mirror, reflected the final scene of Zhuo Zhao's death.

Her body was engulfed by the three-eyed people, and then the whole world rippled back to calm.

Hai Shan squatted by the water's edge, observing Zhuo Zhao's performance with great interest.

"Not bad, not bad."

This world is a fabricated "real past" that he created.

The Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries can distort the past and turn living people into magical corpses;

Hai Shan could naturally use the same method to capture the past of six lifetimes and five existences.

As long as Zhuo Zhao dies repeatedly in this fabricated history, her understanding of the real world will become weaker and weaker.

Wait until she dies enough times, until she fully accepts this non-existent past.

Both Zhuo Zhao and the Myriad Corpse Immortals lurking within her will become part of the Eternal Mountain and Sea Map.

It became Hai Shan's new magic weapon.

However, the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries was not without any power to fight back.

A golden fruit tree grows on the other side of the water, with a thick book floating on its branches that moves automatically even without wind.

[The Book of Six Generations]

As the pages turned, everything Zhuo Zhao had just experienced was recorded on the paper.

Each time she dies, another person from six lifetimes and five reincarnations takes the place of her death, while Zhuo Zhao is able to retain all the information he obtained before his previous death.

From within the golden fruit trees, the magnificent yet somber will of the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries emanated.

With hearts united across six lifetimes and five lifetimes, I will overcome this false past of yours.

Hai Shan laughed.

"is it?"

Ripples spread across the water's surface, and a fragmented soul emerged from the story of Zhuo Zhao's death.

That was Pan Nanjun. His eyes were closed, and his body was curled up, like a baby who had not yet woken up.

Hai Shan reached out and cupped the soul in his palm.

The dark lines spread rapidly along Pan Nanjun's body.

His flesh and blood gradually stiffened, his body shrank continuously, and finally he turned into a delicate doll no bigger than the palm of his hand.

Haishan pinched the doll's face with satisfaction.

"Let's keep watching."

A ripple spread across the calm lake, as if an invisible hand had lifted the recently deceased Zhuo Zhao from the end of the story and placed him back at the beginning.

Chapter 126 Zhuo Zhao's Strange Adventure (Part Two)

Zhuo Zhao suddenly opened his eyes.

The familiar wooden cabin roof came into view, and the boat swayed gently with the river.

The water shimmered outside the window, and Suiyuan pushed open the door, carrying a bowl of water. His three eyes were filled with genuine concern.

"Sister Zhuo Zhao, you're awake?"

Zhuo Zhao did not answer immediately.

A memory that did not belong to this life, yet was incredibly clear, surfaced from the depths of his primordial spirit.

The ship was full of living corpses.

She remembers being overwhelmed by countless people with three eyes.

I also remember that before I died, the bronze mirror in my hand, which was called "Wanye Gongri Ling" (meaning "Order of All Industries for the Day"), was knocked into the river.

That wasn't a dream.

At least, the feeling of death is not.

Zhuo Zhao propped himself up on the edge of the bed and looked down at Sui Yuan’s third eye between his eyebrows.

That eye was no different from the previous one, and it even slightly contracted inward out of concern for her health.

"Sister Zhuo Zhao?"

Sui Yuan handed him the water: "Why do you look so pale?"

"fine."

Zhuo Zhao took the water, but didn't drink it.

This time, she didn't rush to ask Suiyuan about Bailiyuan's location. Instead, she used the act of adjusting her clothes to carefully examine her body.

Sure enough, a bronze mirror hung from her waist, its frame engraved with tiny golden branches and leaves, and on the back was a sun supported by countless corpses.

[The Order of All Industries for the Same Day]

Last time, it was the light emitted by this thing that startled the Necromancers hiding on the ship.

Zhuo Zhao tucked the bronze mirror into his chest, then stood up nonchalantly: "Where is Baili Yuan?"

"On deck."

As soon as Sui Yuan finished answering, Zhuo Zhao walked past him and left.

The situation on the deck was exactly the same as I remembered.

Baili Yuan was surrounded by several boys with braids.

With a solemn expression, he explained to them the enormous conspiracy of the Nirvana people to enter Qing.

"Those three immortal beings harbor wolfish ambitions; their desire to destroy our Great Qing Dynasty remains undiminished!"

"Now, they are even sending Nirvana people deep into various places."

They're trying to use the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls to capture the souls of us living corpses!

Baili Yuan swung his right hand down heavily, his eyes filled with heartache and indignation:

"This is truly a critical moment of life and death!"

Zhuo Zhao stood not far away and listened for a while, but his face still twitched uncontrollably.

Although I've already heard it once.

But no matter how many times you hear it, you can never get used to it.

She resisted the urge to interrupt Baili Yuan, waiting for the boys to become excited.

They all vowed to dedicate themselves to the great cause of fighting against the three immortal beings when they grew up, which pulled Baili Yuan aside.

"Where is that 'All Industries Share the Day' decree?"

Baili Yuan was taken aback: "What?"

"The sect's most precious treasure that your teacher gave you during your entrance exam."

Upon hearing this, Baili Yuan's eyes immediately lit up with joy: "How did you know?"

He hurriedly took out another bronze mirror from his bosom and handed it to Zhuo Zhao as if presenting a treasure.

"This is it."

The teacher said that for the past hundred years, this treasure has only recognized me as its master.

Once it is fully activated, I will become a direct disciple of the Myriad Practices Dharma.

Baili Yuan lowered his voice, his expression becoming increasingly mysterious: