Chapter Sixty-Four: The Fifty Thousand Year Toil of All Sain
ngjiang doesn’t come back, this place will be safe. But before Du Ruhui completely gives up searching, you absolutely cannot leave this…”His words came to an abrupt end there.Suddenly, a change occurs...“Very good! The demeanor of a nation, the might of the Dou family!” Meng Tianhai exclaimed, “I’ll take this Yunmengzhou first!”
A surging river of blood rose like a dragon, ripped from this rootless world and swallowed in one gulp by Meng Tianhai!
The Blood River, which had stood for 54,000 years as a bulwark against the forces of evil, was rendered meaningless in an instant. This created a sense of emptiness and desolation within the once formidable sea of chaos.
But the Jade Belt Sea soon divided, and the outer waves naturally invaded inward.
While Meng Tianhai raised his eyes, this gaze injected boundless power, causing the endless muddy waves to surge and retreat for a hundred miles, turning turbid into clear!
He single-handedly cleared a hundred miles of water, making Jade Belt Sea appear even slimmer.
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Such power is simply unimaginable.
As expected of a man who single-handedly confronted the Five Wans and Four Thousand Years of Saints' Ruins.
Previously, awakening the power of ancient times and defeating all masters with fists demonstrated strength beyond comparison at the highest level.
That wasn't even his limit.
Up to this moment, with fifty-four thousand blood rivers as the body!
That exquisitely beautiful dream boat, held in his palm, was small and delicate, like a child's toy.
Meng Tianhai had no more words, but his attitude was very clear - he looked forward to seeing how Chu Guo would kill him after he walked out of the Red Dust Gate.
Standing on the Golden Bridge, Song Bodhi had already lost her connection to Yun Mengzhou. In the unseen struggle within the Blood River, she suffered a complete defeat.
But she didn't speak, just the look in her eyes towards Meng Tianhai, it was already like looking at a dead man.
“Wu Bing has fallen.” Meng Tianhai looked again at the Confucian master in the hall: “Did you release the Ding of Chizhou yourself, or did I take it back personally”
Wu Bing remained silent, lifting only his remaining left arm—
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Clank, clank, clank.
A pure white Fa Wu Er Men chain, like a snow python swimming through the heavens, slowly flowed down from the Chizhou Ding. Then with a sudden leap, it shrank drastically and finally swam into Wu Bing's wide sleeve.
A flash of red light filled the sea of sins!
The Chizhou Ding suddenly gained its freedom, spinning wildly in the air, radiating brilliant light, and constantly expanding, with the aura of an imminent upheaval.
But a slap covered it up, squeezing it into a tiny cauldron.
A crimson-red cauldron and a small boat, still imbued with ethereal mist, now rested in Meng Tianhai's palm.
"Wu Bing has always been uncompromising. You're willing to simply return Chizhou to me, only because you know I'm going to die." Meng Tianhai smiled. "Yes, those past times I endured, are now becoming my retribution. After stripping away the Lotus Sacred Realm, after five thousand years of pursuit of longevity, the Blood River is waning, this process is irreversible — if I cannot transcend, death is inevitable."
He spoke of life and death, but it seemed as if it had nothing to do with him.
He lowered his head and looked at the two treasures in his palm, inexplicably smiling: "Celestial artifacts, born of heaven and earth. Why is it called Chizhou, and you Yunmeng Why are they naturally cultivated, but must be branded with human marks Why do you say it belongs to me, and it belongs to you"
The palms are like land, with two holes in the top.
This palm has once divided life and death, this palm has once grasped the raging torrent.
Five fingers like peaks now tilt downward, palms clasped together. The red cauldron and cloud boat were gently squeezed, all the imprints on them vanished. From then on, they were no longer controlled by anyone, including Meng Tianhai himself.
Then he laughed and threw them out: “Go!”
The brilliance of Chizhou Ding and Yunmeng Zhou flickered only once before completely disappearing from everyone's sight, vanishing into the depths of calamity. It is unknown to which corner of this boundless sea of evil they went.
All were silent, unable to understand what Meng Tianhai meant.
I thought Meng Tianhai snatched Yunmengzhou and the Chizhou Ding to prepare for his transcendence or exile later, but he just threw them away casually, not caring at all!
Dou Zhao was even more indignant - you don't care, then what are you taking my Chu's Yunmengzhou for Don't want it yourself, but can't stand to see others have it
Meng Tianhai said loudly, "These two things are ownerless. From now on, whoever stumbles upon them in the sea of suffering shall claim them as their own. May fortune favor those destined to find them!"
"This is meaningless," Song Bodi said softly. "Let's not talk about the ownership of the Chizhou Ding. The Yunmengzhou belongs to the Chu State, this is an undeniable fact. Whoever gets it in the end will have to return it."
Meng Tianhai smiled. “Perhaps there will be exceptions.”
Song Bodhi said: "There are no exceptions. At this moment, I am here, representing the Great Chu dynasty in full authority."
Meng Tianhai merely shook his head: “Time truly is a fearsome weapon. Back then, Wei Nan was defiant, but now he too believes... that the world belongs only to him.”
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He raised his palm, silencing Song Bodhi's words: "There's no need to explain anything to me. I know about your three-thousand-year lineage and everlasting glory in the Southern Nation. I understand time better than you, and I have seen even further back to the ancient Chu Dynasty—when Xiong Yizhen proclaimed 'Only South Shall Not Submit,' I was there amidst the calamity, and I also saw his great white light."
Xiang Yizhen was the Great ancestor of the State of Chu, a legendary hero immortalized in history. In an era of war and chaos, he stood alone, raising the banner of the South.
It was only then that people realized, the man who stood before them, his body a path of blood, was a true survivor, someone who had lived through and experienced the long history.
The era of the Immortal Palaces, the era of Yizhen... The entire Daoist journey, spanning three thousand nine hundred and twenty-three years, unfolded before his very eyes!
Meng Tianhai spread his sleeves wide: "I've seen the rise and fall of your forces, including all your past honors and achievements. I know you better than you think. Although you came today to scheme against me, I bear no resentment towards you. We are all players in this game, not yet free from its constraints. Who truly has freedom What you did to me before, let it be forgotten!"
"You're quite nonchalant!" Si Yu'an held the Kunwu sword, saying slowly, "How can you revoke it"
Meng Tianhai glanced at him and said calmly, "In my life, I have killed countless people and devoured countless others. I have done all sorts of evil deeds. I have nothing to do with the immortals, it was all my own choice. You are the disciple of Guan Changqing, hating me is understandable, killing me is your ability! But if you can't do it, then blame yourself for being too weak!"
He did not go to kill Si Yu'an.
He didn't care about Si Yu'an's hatred!
Everything he did was for himself, he could do anything, and he didn't mind anyone coming after him for revenge—for any reason.
Life can take a life, and a life can be taken. Isn't that the essence of this world
The shackles of oppression, a burden for the strong!
He simply lifted his boot and walked toward higher ground.
Walking on the stairs of nothingness, each step lands firmly in reality. The invisible nodes of rules bow beneath his boots. He climbs higher and higher, as if to reach the infinite height of this rootless world, seeking a nonexistent dome of karmic calamity.
No one stopped him.
Even Si Yu'an didn't draw his sword at this moment.
At this very moment, Meng Tianhai, who has been freed from his shackles, is truly invincible—his only enemy is time. He should have died long ago but lived on, painstakingly plotting his escape from the Lotus Saint Realm. Those years that were unjustly taken from him will naturally come seeking retribution.
He cannot transcend without becoming extraordinary, but having lost the Lotus Holy Realm and the opportunity to expand the great world, how can he possibly transcend
Meng Tianhai himself, it seems, didn't feel he lacked the qualifications.
He ascended the steps, his voice echoing softly, "Do you know, what kind of path to transcendence is this"
The sea of suffering is only filled with the sound of waves.
Everyone was silent.
Meng Tianhai continued walking, narrating naturally: "Back then, at the invitation of Chen Douzhenjun, I ventured deep into Cang Hai to attack Ga Jie and severed half his dragon horn. Through that, I also saw Ga Jie's path to transcendence. With a body of ten thousand eyes, he sees ten thousand years in an instant. He rose to power by supporting the sea clan, and it was because of his support of them that he fell."
“During the battle that sealed the Illusory Realm, I, as Peng Chongjian, was present. I witnessed Fu Hai, who had thrice ascended to the peak and manifested three bodies of Dao, shatter due to karmic retribution and be destroyed by old grudges. Three bodies manifesting Dao, two clans merging, a lifetime of transcendence, all culminating in an empty illusion of mirror flowers and moonbeams!”
I saw Xuanyuan Suo, who was alone facing the vast ocean and fishing dragons at the end of the sky. He approached transcendence twice but ultimately cared for the human race, his efforts falling short in the end.
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“You have all personally witnessed the Grand Alliance of Taixu! Xu Yuan established Xuanxue, created the Illusionary Realm of Taixu, displaying both magical arts and the vast flow of humanity. He seemed to wield immense power, yet in reality, he was incredibly fragile. His Xuanxue relied on disciples to spread it, his Taixu Illusory Realm required recognition from powerful figures, and participation from the world at large. While he appeared to have many choices, every path depended on the support of others! As for the final outcome, you have all seen it.”
>There are many more examples like this, too numerous to list. This is just a story after the Daoli Xinqi. Looking through history, anyone who relies on others ends up this way.
> To pin your hopes on him is a foolish act!
> On this path of transcendence, it is even more so.
> The strong are destined to be alone.
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"The strong must walk alone!"
Meng Tianhai spoke more and more urgently, walking faster and faster, each step spanning tens of thousands of meters.
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... After five thousand four hundred years of staying, after purging the Taoist body and completely shaking off the remaining influence of the Lotus Holy Realm, after confirming that I had obtained true, unfettered freedom...
He took the last step.
My path is different from all of theirs.
"My greatness lies solely within myself!"
“I failed to become a deity in the mythological era, and I failed to become an immortal in the era of immortals. For all gods and immortals are useless, all cowardly! I became myself! Past, present, future, eternal and unique!”
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Boom boom boom!
The boundless expanse of the sea of suffering, unexpectedly ripped open by blood-red thunderbolts stretching for tens of thousands of miles. Even just the fleeting rays of light extinguished countless demons.
Even immersed in their studies, Jiang Wang and his companions could feel the terrifying might of this apocalyptic event.
Chen Pu looked up at the sky, his voice grave: "This path of transcendence, he dares to forcefully prove it!"
"The so-called peak is the limit of the present world. The so-called transcendence is to be above the peak, not only surpassing the limits of the present world in terms of strength, but also transcending time, space, and causality, everything." Song Bodhi said: "Without a fundamental leap in essence, relying solely on brute force, it's impossible to succeed."
"This is true for anyone, but Meng Tianhai has a chance to be an exception." Wu Bing's voice was cold and stern: "With 54,000 years of Blood River as his Dao body, he has devoured countless heroes over tens of thousands of years, knowing heroes from all walks of life. His accumulation is unparalleled in the world."
“This was probably the path he had planned long ago. In the Chessboard of All Saints, there is no other way to go. Fifty thousand years of hard labor by all saints, a moment for all sentient beings and gods and Buddhas. Integrating thousands into one body, he wants to use pure power to fill the chasm of transcendence.” Ruan Qiao sighed: "Indeed, in this world, is there ever an ordinary path to transcendence"
Everyone says that misfortune knows no bounds, and the sea and sky are boundless, but at this moment, it seems to have become cramped.
Meng Tianhai's might is overwhelming, he is truly formidable!
Under the terrifying blood-red lightning, time and space were all in turmoil. Everything was smashed into a chaotic mess.
And Meng Tianhai rose steadily, unstoppable. His figure, clad in the blood-red robes of a sect master, shattered temporal turbulence and blasted open apocalyptic lightning bolts.
Around him once more appeared the immense phantoms of countless gods and Buddhas. Though their faces were indistinct, their auras were clearly visible.
...the first master of moving mountains, Peng Chongjian, the patriarch of art techniques, Huo Shiji, the world's best sword wielder, Guan Changqing, and the greatest water conservator, Fu Lanting...and even the revered founder of the Xuehe Sect, who achieved greatness even in death, as well as the second generation sect master who dedicated his life to the Xuehe Sect.
A thousand kinds, all become one path.
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"I, Meng Tianhai, would never be a dog for the myriad saints, even if such a dog were hailed as an ancestor. I will not become the immortal will of the Lotus Saint Realm—yes, life is finite, freedom is costly, and for this moment, I give everything. All of you! Watch as I use the fleeting freedom earned over fifty thousand years to see if I can achieve eternal transcendence!"
He last glanced downward.
Looking at Ruan Qiong, Wu Bingyi, Chen Pu, Si Yunan, and Song Bodhi, but it was more than just looking at them.
Jian Wang, Dou Zhao, and Chong Xuan within the vast ocean of knowledge, as well as everyone in the True Origin Fire Realm, were all within his line of sight.
Below him, all were ants. He looked upon each one as an equal.
He even looked at his 'old rivals' from these years, the three wicked demons of the Abyss.
Finally, he said this: "Fellow cultivators, whether you hate me, despise me, or are my enemy or foe. Thank you for witnessing my journey!"
He raised his head, his voice remarkably calm: "Though I don't require an audience either."
The Sea of Suffering Trembles!
The boundless murky waves are roaring!
Those who can touch the rules can feel the rules yielding.
The rootless world's source, he avoids!
At this moment, Jiang Wang couldn't help but think—that hidden in the depths of the Sea of Calamity, a tribulation that could not be avoided, the Three Evils of the Sea of Calamity... Would they also be nervous The Sea of Calamity is vast, and if it accommodates one more transcendent being, would it be too crowded
Meng Tianhai's Dao Body was now incredibly massive, standing at a towering height of 30,000 zhang. Every wrinkle on his blood-colored Dao robe was a deep chasm.
Even the gigantic phantoms of gods and Buddhas seemed diminutive in comparison.
At this moment, it is so clearly evident — though gods and Buddhas may fill the sky, he is the only "venerable one"; throughout history's 50,000 years, he is the only "true" one.
This world can no longer fully contain his power. Around his figure, there are countless fine cracks, like dancing, densely packed black lines!
The world is torn asunder!
"Shouldn't we stop him" Dou Zhao asked impulsively. "Shall we just let him transcend"
Song Bodi glanced at him lightly: "Such a small scene, you don't need to make a move."
What's next
Who are the stronger players Stronger Heaven-Piercing Artifacts
What methods did the saints leave behind
Or...even all six kingdoms' kings appearing in person
Jiang Wang's mind was racing. He had witnessed more than one story of transcendence and shock, and he knew that things would definitely change. The various forces in the mortal world couldn't possibly allow Meng Tianhai to transcend. At this moment, these true monarchs of the deviant path who were trapped in the sea of suffering could mobilize power far beyond what they were currently showing.
The only thing he didn't know was what could possibly stop all of this.
Just then, he heard Ji Li's exclamation of surprise that she couldn't contain.
He also looked up and saw—
For eons, it hung suspended above the Sea of Remorse, encircled by the Blood River and the Jade Belt Sea, forever wavering in light and shadow. That gate, finally moved.
The trump card that all of you true monarchs rely on, is actually the worldly gate!
It was an ordinary wooden door, with a reversed "Fu" character pasted on it. It looked just like the kind of door you'd find in a common household, as if when you pushed it open, you'd be greeted by a peaceful and happy family.
But it certainly couldn't be ordinary.
It hung above Meng Tianhai with an almost irrefutable rightness.
The rising Meng Tianhai let out a loud laugh: “Even the Three Evildoers of the Netherworld fear me, resist me. You too resist me, trying to stop me! Am I human or ghost God or Buddha”
“Born, all things are without one use, today I also know I am me!”
"I have passed through countless eras, bidding farewell to people and moving forward. I belong to no era, nor do they deserve me. Each era holds its deepest secrets, hidden from my sight. Come! Let me greet you! Let me see what you have sown in the gateway of the mortal world!"
"It's over," Ruan's voice was like a dying gong, with a flick of his sleeve, he concealed the vision of the ocean of knowledge.
Around the same time, Jiang Wang's eyes leaped like a fairy, Dou Zhao's eyes shone with golden light, and Chong Xuan's pupils resembled stars. Their gazes pierced through the mist, "disobediently" looking upward.
They saw that above Meng Tianhai's tens of thousands of zhang Taoist body, the light and shadow on the gate of the mortal world were changing rapidly, as if a vast history was opening its pages at this moment.
That long expanse of years was swiftly flipped through, finally coming to a halt at the last moment. Inscribed on the door was——
"Fu Ren Zhen Zhai Home."
Jiang Wang was shocked! He had seen these words before!
Deep in the recesses of existence, a voice arose, gentle and compassionate yet possessing an undeniable authority.
"You are both lucky and unlucky. You chose me... Ji Fu Ren!"
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(The End)y extended a sword finger, chanting: “I observe all beings, they are all free!”The great bronze bells of that era, once resounding and clear, have now become faint wind chimes, their echoes fading awa...