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

【Years Away】

【Bai Li Yuan】

Pan Nanjun

The names of the six lifetimes and five incarnations are written into the book.

In the real world, the golden saplings shook violently, and the five puppets simultaneously lost their luster.

Their deaths finally escaped the control of Wanye and were completely incorporated into the cycle of reincarnation established by Xia Chuan.

Gao Haoguang and Hai Shan looked up at the same time.

They could clearly sense that a certain rule, which permeated the entire world but had always been incomplete, had finally been completed at this moment.

Xia Chuan also sensed it.

He looked down at the black booklet in his hand, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"The first death has been completed."

Prior to this, the Book of Life and Death had never shown its power.

Even with the help of his two grand-disciples' "people of this moment and that moment," he could only barely reveal a portion of his true form.

the reason is simple.

There has always been another entity vying with Xia Chuan for the power of death.

The Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries controls the Corpse Realm, severing the cycle of reincarnation and refining countless dead into Dharma Corpses.

As long as it exists, the concept of death in Natsukawa's hands can never be complete.

Now, the Myriad Corpse Immortal has been incorporated into Xia Chuan's system.

All the deaths that had been seized were also returned.

The pages of the Book of Life and Death moved on their own without any wind.

The originally black cover gradually faded, and a long river composed of blood and moonlight emerged between the pages.

That river spans the past and the future; every drop of water is proof that a person once existed.

Now, this artifact for proving the Dao has finally obtained its true form, just like the complete [Mountains and Seas, Moon and Brightness].

[History of Time]

The pages rustled.

Countless names written in blood emerged from beneath those initial four words.

【辰】

【Reference 1】

【Atona】

【Fucheng】

[Blessed]

……

Those were people who died around the time of the first war of cause and effect four thousand years ago.

Then, more names emerged from the depths of history.

Gongsun Ling

Jiang Mingzi

……

Some died from their own misdeeds, some from the endless struggles among seekers of the Dharma, and some died without ever getting the result they wanted.

In the past, the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries could seize the most painful moment of their death and let that anger overwhelm their entire lives.

Now, the right to interpret death no longer belongs to Wanye.

As one name after another appears, countless causes and effects become intertwined with the "history of time."

The Corpse World is no longer an isolated world detached from reality and belonging only to the dead.

Instead, it reconnects the supernatural and mortal worlds along the path of life and death for all beings.

Everything in the Corpse Realm.

All supernatural powers.

Death and everything that is alive.

At this moment, they truly integrate into the world.

As Xia Chuan watched the names keep appearing, he suddenly started groping around.

Where's the pen?

Hai Shan was taken aback.

He glanced down at the great treasure in Xia Chuan's hand, a book brimming with historical significance, its pages seemingly composed of countless lives. He then casually borrowed some materials from the past and crafted an ancient-style calligraphy brush on the spot.

The penholder is made from a hibiscus branch, while the pen tip is made from the hair of some mythical beast.

The realm of supernatural powers actually has neither the Fusang branch nor any strange beasts; it was purely a figment of Hai Shan's imagination.

As soon as it appeared, strange phenomena of the Great Dao began to emerge around it.

Hai Shan handed over the calligraphy brush.

Xia Chuan fell silent.

"Did I tell you?"

Hai Shan blinked: "What?"

"The Book of Life and Death is written on A4 paper."

Xia Chuan held the calligraphy brush, which looked ridiculously expensive, with a complicated expression.

"It will cause ink to smudge."

Gao Haoguang and Hai Shan were both stunned.

"what?"

In the end, the great Lord of All Spirits did not use the ancient divine brush that his junior brother had personally crafted.

He searched through the black fog and finally found his loyal carbon pen.

Remove the pen cap.

Standing in the center of the Corpse Realm, facing the long river of time that spans three worlds, Xia Chuan slowly laid down the first stroke of the brush belonging to the Lord of All Spirits.

There are many happy endings here.

The moment the handwriting was completed, the entire book of "History of Time" trembled violently.

It's not a modification.

It's not backtracking either.

Instead, countless possibilities that had been cut off by all industries have once again gained the right to grow.

The branches of cause and effect extend wildly from the pages of the book, like a withered tree that has been silent for thousands of years finally waiting for a long-awaited downpour.

They traversed the realm of corpses, passed through the realm of supernatural powers, and finally arrived at countless pasts that had been completely sealed off by death.

Xia Chuan looked down at the names in the book.

Those people died too young.

Some people's lives are even predetermined from birth by the Myriad Corpse Immortals.

The past Natsukawa could not change these things.

Forcibly resurrecting a person will only create a new corpse; arbitrarily erasing a death will also cause countless related causes and effects to collapse.

But things are different now.

The history of time is not about crudely dragging the dead back to the present.

It offers another possibility.

A path that originally existed, but was unable to continue growing due to the various industries.

The original storyline was like a thin twig, allowing only one possibility.

The past is nailed down, and the future cannot be changed.

But now, Natsukawa, in his complete form, has made up for these shortcomings with his own abilities.

Like an incredibly thick trunk, it can naturally support many more branches.

Xia Chuan recalled his journey, and his pen slowly fell to the ground.

First, there's Baijia Village.

In the long river of time, a tributary, long since stained red with blood, trembled slightly.

Xia Chuan continued writing:

Bai Xiaoxiao's parents actually survived.

They did not die in Baijia Village.

The Three-Eyed One let them go.

To evade capture, they changed their names and left the place where they had lived for many years.

Later, they came to the world beyond the mountains.

They have been searching for their daughter.

Finally, they were reunited with Bai Xiaoxiao.

The last word fell.

The ink on the pages dried quickly.