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

[Lord of the Underworld].

You are the lord of all spirits on the river of life and death.

The moment the talent merged, Xia Chuan felt a cool power surge from the void, seeping into his limbs, bones, and internal organs.

He felt like he had changed.

Yet it seems like nothing has changed.

He could only vaguely sense it.

In this world, in places unseen by the naked eye, something is watching him.

Like a lost lamb finally seeing the shepherd's light.

In the darkness, the whole world seemed to be shaking.

That is something that should not exist at any point in time.

There is no past, no future, only the eternal "present".

Or rather, it is the embodiment of the "present moment," an accumulation of countless "present moments."

At that moment, that being felt fear.

Dongting Lake.

The night was deep, and the lake water was as black as ink.

Beneath an inconspicuous mound by the lake lies a dark tomb.

A figure lay on a stone bed.

He wore a dark red robe, a pale mask on his face, and his chest was wide open, giving him an indescribable eeriness.

Suddenly, a tremor entered the figure's mind.

“jha锟斤拷5h#烫ion36ag!!”

The figure named Pan Nanjun opened his eyes, a chill running down his spine.

The boss sent a message.

The message that would risk being discovered by the law of causality must be very important.

Pan Nanjun sat up from the stone bed.

His brows furrowed tightly beneath the mask as he carefully recalled the last message his boss had sent him.

He frowned, slowly unraveling the fluctuations of consciousness that were completely incomprehensible to ordinary people.

The meaning of that fluctuation seems to be...

"Don't arrest me!!"

Pan Nanjun: ? ? ?

Has the boss finally gone mad?

Chapter 44 All Businesses Face Calamity

2020 AD.

Penglai Island.

Duan Xinglian stared at the person in front of him, completely stunned.

The person opposite was leaning back on the sofa, wearing a moon-white robe, with his long hair casually tied behind his head and a few strands falling down his side.

Her features were so exquisite they seemed unreal, and her eyes and brows carried a languid composure.

This is the legendary master of Penglai Island.

Among the symbols, treasures, and bodies, the one representing the existence of "treasure" is mentioned.

The greatest supernatural being of our time.

They are still disciples of my Sanzhen School.

According to legend, he was also the seeker of magic who practiced the most magic in history.

Duan Xinglian blushed slightly: She's actually that pretty?

Zhou Liuqing stood beside her junior brother, secretly observing Haishan's delicate face, her teeth clenched.

Damn it, can men be this beautiful?

While he was pondering, he saw Bai Xiaoxiao walk up to him and pat Hai Shan on the shoulder without any hesitation.

"Stop putting on airs, you've scared them."

Bai Xiaoxiao lay down on the sofa next to her:

"Quickly get some seafood for our younger generation to try."

Hai Shan let out an "Oh," and his air of superiority vanished almost entirely.

He picked up his phone, ordered takeout, and then looked up blankly:

"So, what brings you all here again?"

Bai Xiaoxiao sighed and propped her head up with one hand:

"Important people tend to have bad memories."

"Competing for the loom of ten thousand threads."

Hai Shan nodded in realization, his gaze falling on the two young men as he looked them up and down.

Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing were a little nervous, their backs were ramrod straight, and they didn't dare to breathe loudly.

After a long pause, Hai Shan slowly spoke:

"Hmm, it's alright."

He nodded:

"Both of these little guys have the aura of innate supernatural powers."

"Throwing you out won't tarnish the reputation of my Sanzhen."

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"But it's still a bit lacking."

Hai Shan nodded, his tone becoming serious:

"I'll teach you for the next period of time."

This also allows me to fulfill my duties as a guest of the Three True Ones.

The two exchanged a glance, both unable to hide their joy.

The most powerful supernatural being in the world personally taught them.

This kind of treatment is unique in the entire world of supernatural powers.

"Oh, the food is here. Let's eat and talk."

Several paper figures carrying trays filed in, and the aroma of seafood instantly filled the entire room.

After everyone was seated, Bai Xiaoxiao took the lead, grabbing a crab and starting to break it apart.

Hai Shan looked at the two younger men, his tone gentle:

"Ask me anything you want, I'm not a riddle teller."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"After all, if I had to say, I am also a disciple of the Three Truths."

Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing exchanged a thoughtful glance.

This senior, Haishan, seems quite approachable.

Duan Xinglian carefully considered his words before slowly speaking:

"Yes, senior."

"We're going to compete for the Myriad Paths Weaving Machine in three months, right?"

Hai Shan nodded and popped a shrimp into his mouth.

Duan Xinglian asked in confusion, "Then why don't we go now?"

This was the only thing Duan Xinglian couldn't figure out after thinking it over and over.

"That myriad-path weaving machine doesn't have legs, and it's not like we don't know where it is."

Why do we have to wait three months to go there?

Why not strike first?

Hai Shan stroked his chin, tapping his chin with his long, slender fingers:

"Well, how should I explain this to you?"

He thought for a moment, then broke open a crab:

"To put it simply, the current 10,000-thread weaving machine does not exist."

The two of them: "Huh?"

Zhou Liuqing's eyes widened: "Senior, what does this mean?"

Hai Shan cracked open a crab, speaking earnestly:

"Literal meaning."

"However, what others don't know is that the current Wan Dao Weaving Machine is still in use."

"To be precise, it's Haoguang who's using it."