In the Grand Luo Hall.
Ten thousand galaxies roared incessantly, while the white light sphere formed by the Great Zhou Western World trembled slightly. Around it, countless spiritual threads snapped, and one illusion after another emerged.
Within the world, beyond the heavens lay chaos.
The other seven Dao Sovereigns and Primordial Gods, alerted by the world’s essence and sensing the instability of chaos—scenes almost akin to a cosmic calamity—changed expressions simultaneously. “Ziluo, what have you done?”
A cosmic calamity meant the collapse of heaven and earth; even Dao Sovereigns could face destruction!
“Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth… Since it is illusory, it must eventually perish!”
Wu Ming spoke in a tone of lamentation: “Didn’t this Sovereign tell you all long ago… the end of the world…”
Boom!
As he spoke, a three-thousand-mile blood river surged beneath him, rolling like the Milky Way.
At the same time, a sword beam, a jade seal, and a Buddhist mudra chanting emerged, manifesting as mighty cosmic forces from several directions, rushing toward him and causing the void to tremble and chaos to quake.
“Creation of the Ziluo, all heavens belong to me!”
Purple qi swirled around Wu Ming, transforming into a purple dragon that suddenly soared skyward, flying out of the blood river, then clashing with the Daoist techniques of the Light Cross, Linglong, and Miaoyi.
Alone, he faced seven Golden Immortals who had attained world status and wielded the essence of the world.
Even Wu Ming, after a round of combat, showed slight disarray in his aura and appeared somewhat disheveled.
Yet he didn’t seem to care, instead his eyes flashing with contemplation: “Indeed… even a Creator or Maker, when attempting to destroy the world now, still suffers backlash?”
It was true he had created this world, but once the world had nurtured life, it no longer had much to do with him.
As the world grew, it was like a fetus becoming an adult—though still nominally connected to its mother, it was no longer in a state of complete unity.
Once the world matured, even a Creator attempting to destroy it would suffer backlash, with success odds less than ten percent.
Of course, this applied to real worlds. As for illusory paradises…
Wu Ming withstood another joint strike from seven Golden Immortals, gazing at the blood river, sword beams, and Sanskrit symbols—manifestations of mighty powers—yet suddenly smiled.
“Ziluo… despite your formidable abilities, today you shall surely be reduced to ashes!”
The God-Killing Dao Sovereign’s divine will shook heaven and earth, resounding in all directions.
“Reduced to ashes?”
Wu Ming looked at the furious Dao Sovereign and shook his head: “Golden Immortals wielding the essence of the world indeed possess great powers… but what if… the world itself is an illusion?”
“If the world is illusory, then so is its essence. Where then does your Dao Sovereign or Primordial God status originate?”
Boom!
In the next instant, the entire chaos suddenly changed, revealing behind it a vision of a wilderness paradise.
The Great Zhou Western World trembled, beginning to fade, revealing some kind of “truth.”
“No! Impossible…”
Such a worldview-shattering event seemed to trigger the deepest fears hidden in these Dao Sovereigns and Primordial Gods. The God-Killing Dao Sovereign roared, attempting to unleash a three-thousand-mile sword beam to slay Wu Ming.
Unfortunately, it was too late. With a flash of light, the aura on his body rapidly faded.
First, the essence of the world vanished without a trace, followed by the gathered primal forces dispersing. His power dropped from seventh to sixth tier, then further plummeted from an immortal to an ordinary human.
“What have you done, Ziluo Dao Sovereign?”
The Light God and Brahma God’s faces showed fear as they watched their divine realms and authorities dissipate step by step, finally even becoming ordinary humans.
“I did nothing. I merely returned everything to its most fundamental ‘truth’…”
Wu Ming sighed softly: “Though the truth is indeed hard to accept…”
As the world faded into illusion, the essence of his being also dissipated. Yet a peak Earth Immortal aura lingered, representing his most fundamental “truth”—his truly self-controlled power.
Across from him, the God-Killing Dao Sovereign’s divine sword, a treasure of the Tianyuan, turned into scrap metal. The Blood River Dao Sovereign couldn’t even gather a small stream, while even the Light God and Brahma God struggled to emit a single ray of divine light.
“You are not the Ziluo Dao Sovereign!”
The Jade Emperor, along with Miaoyi and Linglong Dao Sovereigns, had become ordinary humans unable to even tie a chicken. Gazing at the chaos dispersing and revealing the paradise scenery, they were terrified.
“Correct! I am not a Dao Sovereign!”
“This illusory paradise has now entered the cycle and is about to be destroyed!”
“This is a cosmic calamity, one that no Dao Sovereign or Primordial God can escape, facing destruction!”
Wu Ming smiled slightly: “Today marks the beginning of the infinite tribulation!”
He stepped forward, his Dharma Realm enveloping the God-Killing Dao Sovereign, who was instantly immobilized without resistance. Then five thunderbolts struck, reducing him to ashes.
The Light God and Brahma God tried to flee, but he seized the God-Killing sword, cutting each down with a single stroke, ending their lives.
“No… I was born when heaven and earth emerged, and after countless eons of cultivation, I attained this status. Why must I perish in this calamity?”
The Blood River Dao Sovereign roared.
“This cosmic calamity, even if it’s a virtual one, how could a false Dao Sovereign like you comprehend it… Even after countless eons, you still end up as ashes!”
Wu Ming sighed, his hand sweeping over. The Blood River Dao Sovereign screamed in agony, his form and spirit utterly annihilated without a trace.
“Friends, how do you find it?”
He turned around, facing the Jade Emperor, Miaoyi, and Linglong.
These three, having witnessed the once lofty Dao Sovereigns and Primordial Gods reduced to weaklings and slaughtered like chickens, were speechless.
“Who exactly are you?”
Miaoyi and Linglong Dao Sovereigns asked, unwilling to die without knowing this.
“That cannot be said!”
Wu Ming smiled but did not strike. Instead, he enveloped them with his Dharma Realm, and the three were involuntarily drawn back to the Western World of Great Zhou: “This cosmic calamity signifies the annihilation of the world, yet a glimmer of hope remains. Use illusion to cultivate truth; whether you can seize it depends entirely on yourselves…”
With a flash of light!
The Jade Emperor, Miaoyi, and Linglong arrived on a small hill, their expressions filled with horror.
“This place is indeed Great Zhou, but…”
The Jade Emperor bitterly smiled: “My divine powers have become illusory, weaker than even an ordinary person!”
“Even Daoist techniques are ineffective!”
Miaoyi’s face turned extremely grim: “Could it truly be as he said, that everything is false!”
“Whether false or not, the great calamity of the end times is about to arrive…”
Linglong sighed deeply.
Looking into the distance, they saw the sky and earth collapsing, stars falling, floods surging, and fire engulfing the world.
It was as if chaotic currents were sweeping through the world, reshaping everything into earth, fire, water, and wind—a cataclysm that even seventh-rank Golden Immortals could not escape!
Moreover, even before the chaotic flows arrived, nearby mountains, rivers, grass, trees, and living beings began to fade, turning into illusions.
Witnessing this, even the three Dao Sovereigns broke into cold sweat, realizing the man’s words were true—the world was indeed false!
…
The final calamity descended, revealing the truth. Even Dao Sovereigns lost their status, so naturally the beings within the Great Zhou Western World could not escape.
Countless cultivators, whether Buddhist, Daoist, or other practitioners, rapidly transformed from immortals to mortals, faster than the Dao Sovereigns.
As for ordinary humans, lacking the firm forms of immortals or Dao Sovereigns, their fate was even more tragic—they directly vanished into nothingness, returning to the most fundamental truth!
Heaven and earth fell silent, the world mourned!
Whether immortal cultivators, emperors, generals, or even mountains, rivers, plants, trees, sun, and moon—all could not escape this cosmic tribulation!
“Indeed… everything was false…”
Zhang Tianxiang gazed at the destruction of heaven and earth, and the sudden fading of Princess Youtan Lusi who had just stood before him, bursting into mad laughter.
He was a child of fate, his form firmer than ordinary humans or even cultivators, allowing him to exist a little longer than other beings.
Yet, witnessing the scene of total annihilation and the sweeping devastation, he knew there was no escape this time.
Moments ago, he was the heaven’s chosen, the greatest hero in history who conquered the western lands and defeated the Western Empire, with beauties falling into his arms—a true winner of life.
But the next moment, heaven and earth were destroyed, and all his royal ambitions and great achievements turned to dust, no heavier than a feather.
“Those foreigners… those foreigners…”
In this great destruction and calamity, Zhang Tianxiang’s final thoughts were of Ji Fu and the other Reincarnators.
He regretted!
He had a chance to grasp the last thread of survival but missed it completely!
…
Within the Pantheon.
Wu Ming watched the illusory paradise gradually collapse. With a wave of his hand, a mysterious and strange aura was captured into his palm.
[Ding! Acquired an extradimensional universe coordinate, identified as a Western divine system, stored!]
The Pantheon thundered, sending a prompt.
“Excellent! I incarnated into the Western Empire, created various Western human races, and through spiritual unification, finally triggered the descent of cosmic laws, allowing me to grasp a trace!”
Wu Ming’s face lit up with joy.
The universe he resided in was an Eastern immortal cultivation system. Even if he switched to star worlds or ghost worlds, it remained the same—this was the unity of the universe.
In this universe, originally, there were no Western systems or blond-haired, blue-eyed people.
However, by creating the Great Zhou Western World and simulating similar power and rule systems, he had triggered a descent of rules from a different universe, allowing him to grasp a trace.
This imprint was a coordinate, which in the future could allow the dispatching of Reincarnators to break through the limitations of this universe and explore the Western universe.
The Pantheon’s growth could not be satisfied by a single-system universe; it required the plundering of myriad worlds.
Wu Ming had painstakingly created this illusory paradise, not merely to experience the Pantheon once. He had at least three purposes.
First, to select Reincarnators and familiarize them with the Pantheon’s power.
Second, to use the false to obtain the true, gaining the coordinate imprint of the Western universe.
And thirdly, after attaining the status of a false Dao Sovereign, Wu Ming had contemplated and realized a key to advancement!
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