Chapter 125 The Choice

Hoo hoo hoo~~~

The seven-colored tree branches, covering the sky and sun, enveloped the vast Netherworld, bringing a light different from the usual cold and desolate atmosphere to this great world.

Beneath the tree, a monk and a Daoist sat facing each other, holding black and white chess pieces, slowly placing and picking them up, in a scene of leisurely contentment.

Not too far, not too close, a group of people watched from afar, some with furrowed brows, some with solemn faces, and some shaking their heads with bitter smiles.

No one dared to approach, not even Sa Wuling, who sighed repeatedly, felt a headache and seemed unable to make up his mind.

Pa!

In the crisp sound of a chess piece landing, Miesheng raised an eyebrow and glanced at Bodhi Daoist, whose body was illusory and unreal with a bronze mirror hovering above his head. Suddenly, he sneered:

"Your disciples risked their lives to save you, and even An someone didn't forget to fish you out of the river of time before his death, but what's the use of that?"

He looked deeply at Bodhi Daoist, his gaze lingering longest on the bronze mirror.

At the end of time and space, he had faintly sensed the corpse from the beginning of creation and the shadow of that divine saber when he enlightened the Da Dao Tian Ji (Great Dao Heavenly Book).

But seeing it didn't mean he could get it.

Even his so-called 'original self', An someone, couldn't truly touch that saber shadow.

Even if he used his 'Heart Mirror' as a medium to perform the Dreaming of a Thousand Worlds technique, forcibly reflecting the saber shadow, he would still have to pay an extremely heavy price.

His fundamental divine will would inevitably be severely damaged by the saber shadow, and even directly fall. It wasn't impossible!

"Everyone underestimated you. Your calculations are meticulous, including yourself..."

Faced with his old opponent's mockery, Bodhi shook his head slightly and sighed inwardly.

An Qisheng's saber slashed through the laws of the worlds, dispelled the lingering influence of the saints, and overturned the order of the saints ruling the worlds for countless kalpas.

But the biggest beneficiary was still Miesheng.

Without the saints' constraints, who could stop Miesheng now?

He was only left with a wisp of illusory shadow. Even if he used the 'Song of No Dao' again, it would only slightly slow down his steps.

In the end, the stronger one was, the harder it was to kill, but once they fell, it was even harder to reverse life and death.

This was the Heavenly Dao.

And also the Great Dao.

"The Imperial Heaven is different from other worlds. It may not be as special as the Spiritless Universe, but it is by no means comparable to ordinary great worlds. The saints of the Imperial Heaven have dominated this world for endless years, and it is no longer possible to break the situation with ordinary means..."

As the dust settled, Miesheng's expression became more and more ethereal, with an even more transcendent meaning:

"Breaking the situation is ultimately up to me."

Breaking the situation is up to me!

Bodhi wanted to refute, but recalling the past and present, he had to admit that Miesheng was indispensable, even if he had his own selfish motives.

He was the one who negotiated with the saints, he was the one who traded with the Starry Sky Pavilion Master, he was the one who ended the war against the heavens, he was the one who destroyed Sumeru, he was the one who enlightened the Da Dao Tian Ji (Great Dao Heavenly Book),

He was also the first to notice the shadow of that divine saber...

"This poor Daoist has one thing he doesn't understand..."

After a moment of silence, Bodhi asked, "The original self has omniscience in hand. Even if he can't see your plans for a while, he will eventually discover them."

Speaking of this, he paused and then stared at Miesheng's indifferent face: "That saber killed Tailong, slashed through the laws of the saints. Aren't you afraid that you will be cut down as well?"

"Cut me down?"

Miesheng nodded: "Although this saber is just a shadow of a divine power left over from endless years ago, even if it is reflected with the Heart Mirror, it can still slay a saint, so naturally it can also kill me."

Miesheng was frank, as if he had no intention of hiding anything.

"However, An someone never truly held that saber shadow in his hand. He might be able to kill Tailong who entered the world, but he might not be able to kill that one outside the heavens, the Starry Sky Pavilion Master!"

Miesheng's expression rarely showed a hint of solemnity. He was wary of the Starry Sky Pavilion Master:

"He unleashed this saber. Even if he wasn't bound to die, he wouldn't be able to stay for long. If there was no me, who else could gamble with those old fogeys from outside the heavens?"

His tone was calm, as if everything was in his heart. In fact, almost everything that had happened in the past 70,000 years had been within his expectations.

The only mistake was Bodhi Daoist's 'Song of No Dao'.

At this time, the long saber swept away all constraints, the saints could no longer set foot in the Imperial Heaven, the original self was also in an unknown state of life and death, and he, in the end, had succeeded.

Speaking of this, he glanced at the complicated expressions of the people in the Netherworld and said lightly: "In the end, I am revered as the patriarch. In the new era, Taiji can still be supreme."

"But you are ultimately going to carry out the destruction of the world... I must stop you."

Bodhi's eyes were complicated.

Compared to himself, Miesheng had done much more. If it weren't for his insistence on destroying the world, he would be willing to follow his lead.

But unfortunately...

"If good and evil were rewarded, the Imperial Heaven would surely be biased! The moral codes of the human world cannot bind heaven and earth. Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs. Ruthlessness is great benevolence!"

Miesheng had a sense of enlightenment in his calmness:

"You and An someone are ultimately bound by mundane morals. That is the weakness. You are not as good as me, and that is why."

"Weakness..."

Bodhi just shook his head: "You say I am bound by mundane morals, but haven't you also deviated from your original self?

Even without us, you cannot become An Qisheng!"

Buzz!

The Seven Treasure Tree vibrated, and in an instant, the Netherworld was overturned, and boundless space rippled even more fiercely.

Even the Fire Spirit Warship, hundreds of millions of miles away, was almost submerged.

"Hmm?!"

In the storm, the Seven Treasure Tree fluttered, and Miesheng's expression finally changed, his eyes fixed on the bronze mirror.

Word by word:

"An! Qi! Sheng!"

Invisible air currents roared horizontally and vertically in the Netherworld. Without ferocity, the entire world was violently shaking, as if it was about to disintegrate.

Xie Qi and the other's expressions changed slightly. They suddenly stood up, released divine powers to stabilize the Netherworld, and their sharp divine wills burst towards the Seven Treasure Tree.

"Don't be impatient, seniors."

Just as the two were about to attack, Sa Wuling's heart moved. He raised his hand to stop their actions and suppressed the howling Gou Huang. His tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly:

"It's Teacher's aura..."

Buzz!

Bodhi raised his head.

The bronze mirror that had pulled him out of the void and chaos emitted a brilliant purple light. In the dimness, a pair of eyes seemed to light up.

Seemingly illusory, yet real and substantial, it swept across the Netherworld and finally landed on the old Buddha under the tree:

"We are of the same origin, why be so eager to fight..."

A slightly regrettable voice flowed out of the bronze mirror, spreading throughout the entire Netherworld and echoing in the hearts of everyone present.

In a trance, everyone felt a faint and illusory figure walking out of the purple light-filled bronze mirror.

As it appeared, a gentle and peaceful aura had already smoothed the turbulence of the entire Netherworld, seeping into people's hearts and dispelling panic and terror.

"An Qisheng!"

The black chess piece fell from his fingers onto the chessboard, and a ripple appeared in Miesheng's eyes.

At this point, the only person in the world who could make him uneasy was the person in front of him.

He thought he no longer cared, but when he really faced him, he still couldn't help but feel a moment of throbbing in his heart.

This was not fear.

But the feeling of seeing the origin of his existence, or rather, shock.

This was a feeling that no one else could give him, regardless of strength, only related to origin.

"Over the years, I have always had doubts in my heart about why Daoist Tailong was able to 'coincidentally' cross the border to suppress and kill me..."

In the purple light, An Qisheng's figure was even more illusory than Bodhi Daoist, like a painting in light smoke, ready to dissipate at any time:

"It turns out that 'I' told him..."

"But you are still unharmed."

Miesheng raised his hand, and the Seven Treasure Tree, which covered the sky, shrank and fell between his fingers, becoming as small as a duster.

His eyes were filled with realization and shock. In an instant, he had guessed something: "Yes, the Wangquan Sword. The Wangquan Sword is still in the Spiritless Universe... Hmm, my memory seems to be missing something. This is your real backup plan?"

At this thought, Miesheng suddenly became aware. It wasn't that he was aware of his backup plan, but that he was aware of his own memory...

There was no error in his own memory, but it was missing something...

"Incredibly clever, as expected of me."

An Qisheng walked down, stood behind Bodhi, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and looked at Miesheng, as if looking at another self:

"There is indeed no so-called good and evil in the world. Even if Su Jie is a hero, he still has his own cognitive biases. The Three Corpses Technique is only now considered complete..."

He cut off his own primordial spirit, not only to avoid Tailong's prying eyes, but also to perform the Three Corpses Technique.

Cut off the good and evil bodies, leaving behind the obsession with self.

However, the Three Corpses Technique inherently has shortcomings. Even if Su Jie is a hero, he still doesn't have enough knowledge, and is limited to good and evil.

But for true cultivators, there is only difference in the Dao, and there is no so-called good and evil.

Miesheng's face sank, and his tone gradually became unkind: "Are you so confident in Lao Dan?"

"If you want to get rid of your demons completely, you must succeed in your Dao. Did you really understand what Lao Dan said..."

An Qisheng was a little regretful:

"Who said you were a demon? And I have never considered myself to be the Dao?"

Talking to himself, who had his own memories, cognition, and thoughts but was completely different, was quite wonderful for An Qisheng.

Incarnation is different from clone.

The thoughts of an incarnation cannot deviate from the original self, but a clone is like another creature with its own first half of life.

Similar yet different, with the same origin, without any extra action, just facing each other, he felt unspeakable emotion in his heart.

"Dao, demon..."

Miesheng's body trembled slightly, and his heart was surging.

Since his birth, he knew that he was not a complete individual, missing the fundamental obsession for his existence.

Instead, he was replaced by the unwillingness to be a demon, destined to be the stepping stone for the other to achieve the Dao.

This unwillingness allowed him to survive and never die, and also made him gradually become stubborn.

At this time, hearing the meaning in An Qisheng's words, and recalling the past, he seemed to dream back to the Spring and Autumn Period.

He once again saw the knowing gaze of the old man who preached the Dao.

His words were for me?!

Realization rose in his heart. Even with Miesheng's state of mind, he couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness and palpitation: "Are you saying..."

"Cut yourself out."

In the purple aura, the bronze mirror slowly rose, like the sun rising, making the entire Netherworld purple: "I will no longer need you to come back!"

The people of the Netherworld looked up.

They saw the bronze mirror, shining like a purple sun, rising from the abyss, breaking through the Netherworld in an instant, illuminating the void, and calming the dimensional storms between the voids.

Its light was boundless, spreading to the four poles, illuminating the eight wastes, the broken Demon Realm, the Heavenly Human Path, the Animal Path, and countless dimensional worlds.

In the illumination of this purple light, it was as if time had been reversed and space had fluctuated, flowing backward, turning from broken to complete.

"The purple sun rises and the Yuan Yang emerges! Ancestor, ancestor! The ancestor recasts the heavens and earth! How fortunate are the disciples to witness the ancestor recasting the heavens and earth!"

"The past cannot be changed, and the future is uncertain! Ancestor, you have truly surpassed the Perfected One!"

"Ah! Ancestor, ancestor..."

……

Countless people in the worlds looked at the sky, some were dazed, confused, and puzzled, but in the void, the Fire Spirit Warship that had traveled through time and space was in an uproar.

Even though they had seen countless records in the classics, they still couldn't suppress the excitement and shock in their hearts when they truly faced mythology and witnessed legends.

"The path beyond the Perfected One..."

In a corner of the void, Ge Xiaoxian stood with his hands behind his back, allowing the tides of time and space to beat and drive him away wave after wave, yet he remained motionless.

Unlike anyone else on the Fire Spirit Warship, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Countless people in later generations only thought that today was the day the ancestor proved the Dao, but only a few people like him knew.

This day was also the day of farewell.

After this day, the Yuan Yang would last forever, but the ancestor would be gone.

"If good and evil were not rewarded, the Yuan Yang would surely be biased..."

Ge Xiaoxian sighed and bowed deeply, his sleeves drooping:

"Junior disciple Ge Xuan, bids farewell to the ancestor..."

In one bow, his divine will seemed to merge with the purple sun. Looking at the heavens and earth before this ancient age, in a trance, he saw the familiar Divine Court gradually emerge in the midst of the endless purple light. A figure of utmost holiness walked out of the endless light, standing above the Divine Court, under the sky.

Manipulating the years and space, overlooking the vast world.