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

The group simply exchanged glances and tacitly refrained from provoking her at that moment.

Before Gu Shifang could finish arranging the evening's food and drinks, another invisible imperial decree was issued from the void.

Then came the second and third rounds.

One "correction" after another came from another distant world, following the causal traces left by the King of Nirvana in the long history, and continuously fell into the world of supernatural powers.

The past is beginning to change.

Those histories that should have been completely sealed away have now been given the possibility of leading to other outcomes.

……

525 AD.

Jiang Mingzi anxiously fiddled with the Three Truths of the Same Month token in his hand.

I don't know why, but it started from a certain point in time.

The years after 1906 were plunged into a turbulent period that could not be fathomed.

[Toko Toki]'s invincible time observation was severed by a force of the same origin, but far more powerful than himself.

No matter how Jiang Mingzi activated his supernatural powers, all he could see was chaos.

Even the Three True Ones Order of the Same Month has fallen into a state of being inaccessible.

This unprecedented situation made Jiang Mingzi pace back and forth in the room in a state of anxiety.

broken.

When did Wan Ye acquire this kind of tactic?

Thinking of the three disciples and grand-disciples of the Three True Ones on the other side of the same month, Jiang Mingzi became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Especially that kid Xia Chuan.

His little grand-disciple hasn't even dominated the world of supernatural powers yet.

We must vigorously promote all industries.

The future of the Three Truths' invincibility has not yet arrived, what should we do?

Just as Jiang Mingzi was about to forcibly tear open the turbulent flow of time, there was a sudden, urgent knocking at the door.

"Master! Master! Something's happened!"

Jiang Mingzi's heart skipped a beat, and she turned around abruptly.

"Has all things descended?"

The disciple outside the door was stunned.

"No, it's not."

Jiang Mingzi waved her hand impatiently: "If you're not Wanye, don't bother me!"

"Master, this is a real emergency."

The voice outside the door carried a sense of disbelief that even the person outside could not comprehend.

"The disciples below came to report."

"Your master, who is also our ancestor... has been resurrected in the Old Dharma Palace."

Jiang Mingzi froze.

The next instant, terrifying magical power erupted, and all the doors and windows in the room blew open at the same time.

"A corpse?!"

His teacher was transformed into a corpse by Wan Ye after his death.

That corpse was also killed by Jiang Mingzi himself.

He has never regretted his choice.

Rather than letting the teacher, with that familiar face, be manipulated by Wan Ye to slaughter countless lives, it would be better for him to personally send the other person back on their way.

But now, the corpse that was killed has come back with a vengeance?

The disciples outside the gate were so frightened by Jiang Mingzi's imposing presence that they took several steps back and hurriedly waved their hands.

"No, it's not a corpse."

The disciple swallowed hard.

"It's a living person."

……

Four thousand years ago.

On a vast, open field, Chen slowly opened his eyes.

The wind blows from the edge of the grassland, carrying the scents of earth, grass, and the smoke of human life.

He stood barefoot among the soft grass and looked down at his hands.

There is no decay of the corpse.

There is no true blood of all trades.

There was no resentment left at the time of death.

He is just Chen.

He was the seeker of the Dharma who, before the first war of cause and effect, led countless living people to build a defensive line.

He is also the first great supernatural being in the history of the supernatural world to truly receive a title, the Thief of Karma.

Chen raised his head.

In the distance, there is a familiar city.

The city wall was not tall; in fact, it could be described as rudimentary.

Outside the city, there were layers upon layers of defensive lines, the very place where he had personally led people to build and live.

He had dreamed of this place countless times.

I dreamt of the city walls collapsing, of the defenses being swallowed by a sea of ​​blood, and of returning to find that there wasn't a single living person left in the entire city.

But this time, he heard a sound.

Someone called his name from the city wall.

Chen started walking, initially slowly, but then faster and faster.

He dared not use his supernatural powers, nor did he dare to cross space, as if only by walking step by step could he confirm that what he was seeing was not an illusion.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the people on the city wall finally saw him.

A little girl with pigtails leaned against the wall, rubbed her eyes, and then jumped up excitedly.

"Master Chen is back!"

The clear shouts echoed throughout the city walls.

The next moment, the entire city suddenly erupted in excitement.

Some people dropped their tools, some rushed out of their houses, and some elderly people with white hair leaned against the wall, looking incredulously at the figure outside the city.

"It is Venerable Chen!"

"He's really back!"

"Open the city gates!"

The heavy wooden door slowly opened as many people pushed it open.

Chen stopped outside the city.

He once thought that he had long since run out of tears in countless years of death and madness.

Even though he could see those familiar yet unfamiliar faces, and that the city that should have been destroyed by the law of causality still existed, his vision gradually blurred.

Chen raised his sleeve, trying to wipe away his tears.

The more you wipe, the more there is.

Finally, this first person in the history of the supernatural world to be honored with the title of Great Supernatural Being, like a child who had been lost for many years and finally found his way home, stood outside the city and wept uncontrollably.

……

1906 AD.

The city of Xi'an, which had been shrouded in bloody rain all night, finally returned to silence.

After the King of Nirvana disappeared, the blood-red rain clouds that had accumulated in the sky lost their support and began to collapse layer by layer.

A bright, clear moon reappeared, its cool light streaming through gaps in the clouds, spreading a thin layer of frost over the surface of blood that was waist-deep.

The colors of frost, moonlight, and blood overlapped.

Surprisingly, amidst this devastated city, a strange beauty emerged, where the autumn waters blended seamlessly with the sky.

But the survivors had no interest in appreciating it.

They stared intently at Xia Chuan, who stood in the middle of the blood, their expressions tense.

Just now, Xia Chuan forcibly dragged Wan Ye into his body.

No one knew what that meant, and no one dared to be sure whether the person standing in front of them was still Xia Chuan, or Wan Ye, who had taken over Xia Chuan's body.

The scene was eerily quiet.

No one dared to take a step forward.

Xia Chuan slowly opened his eyes under everyone's gaze.

He looked around, his expression quite strange.

Why are you all staring at me?

Everyone looked at each other.

Nobody knew how to answer.