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

The sudden surge of magical power beside him abruptly cut off Huang's unfinished words.

One, two, four, eight

Countless scrolls lit up simultaneously in every corner of the Nine Realms Gate ruins, densely packed, emitting a faint glow from the cracks in the ruins, from under the collapsed walls, and from the dried-up ditches.

The light merged into one, illuminating the entire ruins as bright as day.

Then, countless voices rang out simultaneously, overlapping each other, like ten thousand bells ringing in unison:

"Fellow Daoist, it seems you have a connection with my Hai Shan?"

Chapter 41 The Wasteland, Do You Know How to Play Minesweeper?

Huang's pupils suddenly contracted.

An unprecedentedly enormous sword appeared in the void, spanning countless ages, its tip pointing directly at Huang's brow.

The sword was so large that it seemed to be able to split the entire sky in two.

It's terrifying.

This sword strike was more than ten times stronger than the previous one!

Byd, I don't think I can handle that either?

With lightning speed, a red halo appeared out of thin air behind him, radiating an ominous, blood-red light.

[The Dharma of No-Self]!

True selflessness and rebirth!

Huang's consciousness detached from his body in an instant, frantically retracing back against the flow of time.

He saw what he had just said.

We seem to have a special connection with this sea and mountain.

That's the sentence.

That one sentence triggered all the remaining traps.

Huang's consciousness crashed into the body of his past self who was speaking, forcibly altering cause and effect.

"...We're not familiar with this person."

Returning to the desolate past, they promptly changed their tune.

The myriad magic swords of Penglai, covering the entire mountainside, lost their trigger condition, paused slightly, and then slowly dissipated.

The enormous sword that spanned countless ages shattered like a bubble, turning into countless points of light that disappeared into the night sky.

Huang let out a long breath.

But the next moment

In the void, an invisible bolt of lightning struck down fiercely.

The punishment of causality.

That is the backlash from heaven and earth against any act of forcibly altering cause and effect; it cannot be avoided or escaped, and can only be endured.

Huang gritted his teeth and took the hit.

Countless cracks suddenly appeared on his body, like a piece of shattered porcelain that had been forcibly glued back together.

Black blood seeped from the cracks and dripped onto the ruins.

He was panting heavily, a survivor of a catastrophe.

This punishment is almost the most powerful one.

Fortunately, my Dharma body is tough enough.

He sat cross-legged, making a mysterious hand gesture, and magical power slowly circulated around his body.

Gazing at the Bodhi Tree in the Distance

【Practicing medicine to help the world】

Two healing powers were activated simultaneously, and a gentle light enveloped his entire body.

After the surge of magical energy, the cracks slowly healed, and the injuries gradually recovered.

Huang opened his eyes, looked at the night sky that had returned to calm, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he spoke, his voice tinged with lingering fear:

"This...sea..."

He promptly changed his form of address: "How is this person so strong?"

He was completely baffled, and a knot formed in his brow beneath the bronze mask:

"He gives me the feeling that he's even stronger than Jiang Mingzi?"

Baili Yuan sighed and continued searching through the ruins without looking up.

"Strong is the right thing to do."

"Because his supernatural ability is that he can borrow the supernatural powers of his own ancestor."

He gritted his teeth, the sound forced out from between them:

"And the birdman is a reincarnation of Lü Bu."

Huang was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Baili Yuan sighed deeply, turning over stones while muttering to himself:

"Three family surnames..."

"The phrase 'a servant of three masters' is insufficient to explain the mixed nature of his lineage."

“He carries the heritage of at least four families on his back, and he can borrow the ancestral power of half the world of supernatural powers.”

He counted on his fingers:

"The eternal Mingzi of the Immortal Lord of All Dharmas, the Lord of the Mountains and Rivers who lives and dies at the same time."

"The Heaven-Returning Blood Body, the Great Evolution Blood Body, and the Hundred-Refined Blood Body of the Supreme Being of the River of Oblivion."

"There are also the Peach Blossom Immortal of Penglai, the Dao of Forgetting for Three Thousand Years, and the Divine Power Forbidden Law."

He paused, his tone carrying a deep sense of powerlessness:

“If the previous generation of the Nine Realms Sect hadn’t died so quickly, I would even suspect that he could have borrowed our selfless Dharma form.”

Baili Yuan, finding humor in his misery, laughed heartily: "If it's fate, then it is; if it's not fate, then it is."

"This is the destined immortal, Haishan."

He appears carefree, but he's actually at his wit's end.

Huang fell completely silent.

Baili Yuan continued searching, muttering to himself:

"He reached the pinnacle of the supernatural world at the age of twenty, and then he never came down."

"Relying on his own ability to refine magical artifacts, he can even fix the borrowed supernatural powers."

He sighed deeply, his voice carrying a profound sense of powerlessness:

"For example, the method used to attack you and me just now was the 'Eternal Mountain and Sea Map' that he refined with the help of 'Chang Shimingzi'."

That was a magical artifact unprecedented in the history of supernatural powers, possessing multiple supernatural abilities.

"A true and eternal treasure-creating deity."

Looking at his future, Baili Yuan felt only darkness.

He looked worriedly at the desolation beside him:

"Can you beat me, the strongest me?"

Huang paused for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"If it were at their peak... that would be troublesome."

Baili Yuan's heart sank: "Can't we beat them?"

Huang Leng snorted, a cold glint flashing in his eyes beneath the bronze mask:

"We will win!"

His gaze was deep and distant, as if he were looking at something very far away.

To defeat Haishan, he needs some... other trump cards.

Should we use his help?

Baili Yuan didn't notice Huang's deep thoughts; his hand touched something in the ruins.

A box.

It is made of wood, has a rustic feel, and the edges are worn white, but it is well preserved overall.

"found it!"

Baili Yuan's eyes lit up. He dragged the box out of the rubble and placed it on a flat stone slab.

"I remember there was something inside..."

As he spoke, he opened the lid of the box.

Then, his voice abruptly stopped.

Huang noticed something was wrong and came over: "What's wrong?"

"Is there something wrong with the map?"

Baili Yuan did not answer.

After a long silence, he asked a strange question:

"Liaohuang, do you know how to play Minesweeper?"