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

"You absolutely must not tell anyone about this."

"When I inherit the legal system, I will surely revive all schools of thought and restore the Qing Dynasty!"

Zhuo Zhao automatically ignored the second half of the sentence.

She placed the two bronze mirrors together, and a lush, golden fruit tree immediately appeared in the mirror.

The tree seemed to grow in another, extremely distant world, with closed eyes hanging among its branches and leaves, and its roots extending deep into a crimson ocean.

Zhuo Zhao's heart stirred slightly.

She felt like she'd seen this thing somewhere before.

But as she tried to continue recalling, that invisible hand that erased doubt swept through her mind once more.

Real-world memories quickly faded, replaced by the glorious history of the Myriad Practices School fighting against the Three True Immortals from ancient times to the present.

Zhuo Zhao's eyes briefly glazed over, and he almost believed that memory again.

The bronze mirror on his chest suddenly felt hot.

The ship was full of living corpses.

The result of her previous death was etched into the depths of her consciousness like a nail.

wrong.

There's something wrong with this memory!

Zhuo Zhao bit her tongue hard, and the sharp pain brought her back to her senses from the daze of having her perceptions altered.

She stared at the golden fruit tree reflected in the bronze mirror and asked softly:

Who is being contacted here?

Baili Yuan answered matter-of-factly, "Naturally, he is the founder of my myriad practices."

"Huang Mingzi, the Lord of the Eternal Ten Thousand Dharma Corpses!"

Zhuo Zhao fell silent.

This name just doesn't sound right.

Just as a hint of doubt arose in Zhuo Zhao's mind, she felt that hidden hand reach out again, trying to erase the question from her consciousness.

New memories then surfaced:

Huangmingzi was the patriarch of the Wanye Famen (万业法门), and his cultivation was all-encompassing.

He had defeated three True Immortals several times and was a powerful figure revered by all the living corpses in the world.

But a dense chorus of footsteps could already be heard from below deck.

The children who were just listening to Baili Yuan tell stories turned around at the same time, and their third eye between their eyebrows slowly opened, with scarlet light seeping out from the slit.

"So that's how it is..."

A deep sound emanated from every corner of the ship simultaneously.

The boatmen, servants, disciples, and even the livestock in the cages all stopped what they were doing.

Third eyes swelled from beneath the skin, coldly staring at Zhuo Zhao and Baili Yuan in the center of the deck.

Zhuo Zhao was already prepared and immediately seized the Wanye Gongri Decree.

How do I activate it?

Baili Yuan also realized something was wrong, cold sweat pouring down his forehead: "Perhaps he will..."

"My ass!"

Zhuo Zhao put the two bronze mirrors together and poured all his magical power into them.

A golden light suddenly shone brightly.

The fruit trees in the mirror quickly zoomed in, and a tall, burly man with an otherworldly air and bare upper body appeared before the two of them.

He sat cross-legged under the tree, one hand reaching into his boot to pick at his toes.

In his other hand, he was holding a black object that he had just dug out of his nostril, ready to flick it into the distance.

The burly man was stunned for a moment.

"Ok?"

"Activated?"

He wiped the black object casually on the tree trunk with a hint of regret, striking a solemn pose like a revered master.

"Descendants, is there anything I can do for you?"

Zhuo Zhao's eyelids twitched.

Regardless of whether this person is truly desolate or not, now is not the time to concern ourselves with the details.

"Wildness, save me!"

Arakiko frowned.

Through the bronze mirror, he saw three-eyed zombies surging onto the entire ship.

"I see."

"How dare you, a mere mortal, bully my disciples?"

Araki slowly raised her hand.

Countless pale fleshy buds emerged from the bronze mirror, crawling along Zhuo Zhao's arm and into the deck.

Instead of attacking the Nirvana people, the flesh buds quickly burrowed into all the living corpses around them, connecting with their flesh, bones, and even their primordial spirits.

Zhuo Zhao's pupils suddenly contracted.

This kind of supernatural power...

She really did see it!

[The Dharma of No-Self]

Arakiko clasped his five fingers together.

[All of this is me.]

Everyone on the ship with a third eye stopped at the same time.

The next instant, their bodies began to tear at each other uncontrollably.

His arm snapped his neck, his teeth pierced his throat, and even his third eye between his eyebrows was gouged out by his own fingers.

In just a few breaths, the enemies that had surged in like a tide had all fallen.

Blood flowed down the deck into the river.

Baili Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, still shaken: "I survived."

In the bronze mirror, Arameiko sat back down under the fruit tree, waving her hand indifferently.

"It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

As soon as the words were spoken, the light in the "All Industries Under One Sun" command quickly went out.

Arakiko's figure disappeared.

Zhuo Zhao did not relax because of this.

She crouched down and carefully examined the body closest to her.

The pale third eye still lingered between that person's eyebrows, and even though Huangmingzi had withdrawn his supernatural powers, it continued to pulsate slowly according to some kind of pattern.

Zhuo Zhao instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

Nirvana's Bai Xiaoxiao's supernatural powers cannot be infected out of thin air!

Unless it is.....

There's an infected person who's been following us!

Upon hearing Zhuo Zhao's assessment, Baili Yuan's joy quickly vanished: "You mean..."

"There is a person on the ship who has been infected by the Nirvana people."

"The horde of Nirvana people just now was a divine power unleashed by that person!"

Zhuo Zhao slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the corpses scattered on the ground.

"And he's still alive."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a familiar voice came from behind her.

"You guessed right, Sister Zhuo Zhao."

Zhuo Zhao's spirit was greatly disturbed.

She turned around abruptly and saw Sui Yuan, dressed in a red robe, standing in front of the cabin door.

On that face that bore a striking resemblance to hers, the third eye was now fully open.

There was no concern in their eyes.

There was only a chilling crimson.

"Time flies!"

Zhuo Zhao tried to dodge.

But the red light was faster than her movements.

"Borrow Yuan Zhenmu."

Zhuo Zhao and Baili Yuan were both pinned to the spot.

The countless corpses that had been lying on the deck opened their eyes again, and pale flesh sprouted from their wounds, binding the hands and feet of the two men.

Zhuo Zhao finally understood why Bai Xiaoxiao's supernatural powers could descend so easily.

Because the passage of time is that carrier.

Or rather, from the very beginning, Suiyuan was the source of the entire infection!