Countless figures flew out, from the past to the future, merging into Meng Qi’s body, layer upon layer, ultimately condensing into one. Along with the formation of two illusory Dao Fruits, they carried his innate spiritual light out of the River of Time!
The surroundings were pitch-black, devoid of anything—no up or down, left or right, front or back, not even the passage of time. Meng Qi’s final consciousness and innate spiritual light seemed on the verge of being completely assimilated, dissolving into this absolute nothingness.
If he couldn’t break through this deathly silence of “nothingness,” he would never escape the Sea of Bitterness or reach the Other Shore!
This was the final tribulation—”Eternal Nothingness”!
For other great supernatural beings attempting to prove the Dao, this would be an extremely severe trial. But for Meng Qi, there could be no more fitting heavenly tribulation!
His last shred of consciousness and innate spiritual light merged into the blade’s radiance. A blinding white light illuminated the entire darkness, splitting apart the absolute “nothingness,” causing everything condensed within to violently expand, triggering an explosion capable of annihilating all things while simultaneously creating them.
The Great Explosion of Creation!
**BOOM!**
Suddenly, clarity emerged before his eyes. Meng Qi saw the collapsing and destruction of the end of the Primordial Era.
**BOOM!**
Within the Real World, a white light erupted, piercing through the darkness, illuminating heaven and earth, and shining upon every corner of the myriad realms—including the deepest abyss of the Nether Sea and the highest layer of the Nine Heavens, where countless fragments floated.
Within the white light, faint silhouettes appeared, as if even the final epoch of the Primordial Era had been illuminated.
The second category of Other Shore phenomena—”Illuminating the Ten Directions”!
The more places illuminated, the deeper the foundation!
As the white light faded, a myriad of colors burst forth in the world, converging into a thirty-three-layered golden pagoda, from which strands of profound yellow qi descended like coiling dragons or serpents.
Shadows shifted, forming a black-and-white yin-yang fish, endlessly rotating wheels of life and death, a book bound with pages of virtuous water, an ancient cauldron formed from purple fortune qi, a plain white banner condensed from the essence of hidden virtue, golden lotuses drifting down, an ancient bronze bell resonating across the Three Realms, a bell-like heart dyed purple that encroached upon the heavens, and rampaging chaos of earth, fire, wind, and water…
From the symbols of the Five Virtues, a beautiful yet terrifying phoenix emerged. Beneath the Bodhi tree, a golden-bodied Buddha appeared, pointing to the heavens and touching the earth. A Daoist elder riding a green ox slowly approached, his purple qi stretching thirty thousand miles. A figure with four sword lights—red, azure, black, and white—descended into his palm, his mind containing a clear and luminous treasure light encompassing infinite principles and possibilities.
“Five Virtues Forming the Phoenix,” “Virtue Riding the Ox,” “Numinous Treasure Wielding the Swords”—99,999 manifestations of the Great Dao spread across the myriad realms, ultimately collapsing into a single point—the oldest, most ancient point, the origin of all things, within which seemed to float the Banner of Pangu.
Other Shore phenomenon—”Primordial Reappearance”!
Witnessing these phenomena, Ran Deng’s expression turned dazed. His glass lamp trembled in his hand, his lips moving soundlessly.
It’s over… everything is over…
Su Meng has ascended to the Other Shore…
The Other Shore beings, previously locked in mutual contention, paused—only that slender, jade-white finger continued its efforts to devour and assimilate the “Heavenly Dao Monster,” taking whatever it could.
Gu Xiaosang gazed at the myriad phenomena, yet no joy rose in her heart.
The bright moon in her vision suddenly sharpened, revealing a figure seated within the layers of palaces—a face bearing a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to her own, yet more mature, more sacred, more imposing. With deep, fathomless eyes and a slightly raised chin, the figure spoke:
“Have you not realized yet?”
“After obtaining the Seal of the Infinite and the lineage of the Numinous Treasure, all traces of the ‘Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning’ and the ‘Celestial Worthy of Numinous Treasure’ appearing across the myriad realms were my doing. They will no longer intervene.”
“I was the one who granted you independent consciousness as the ‘Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning.’ I was the one who instilled in you the secrets of the future and the Dao Fruit. I was the one who revealed the hidden passage of the Hall of Three Lives and the mysteries of the Fruit of This Life. I was the one who left the Chaos Green Lotus Seed in the Jade Void Palace. Even the mother you yearn for was but a fragment of my will.”
Gu Xiaosang felt her heart sink, plunging deeper into an abyss colder than the frozen realms.
Every ounce of her persistence, pride, suffering, scheming, ruthlessness, and hidden tenderness—all of it was being peeled away, shattered, trampled into the mud, and ground to dust by the Golden Emperor’s words.
So it was all predestined…
The mother she had longed for in her heart, the desperate measures she took to maintain her independence, the pride in knowing the future’s possibilities and the Dao Fruit’s secrets, the satisfaction of believing she had outmaneuvered the Golden Emperor—all of it was a joke, a scripted play, even her dual cultivation with her husband.
What else did she have left? What meaning did her existence hold?
Could an Other Shore being truly manipulate her life so completely?
The indistinct figure upon the throne leaned back slightly, gazing down at Gu Xiaosang with indifference.
“You should understand why I am telling you this today.”
“It is to provoke you, to fill you with motivation. The stronger you become, the closer I am to the Dao Fruit.”
“Of course, if your realm surpasses mine, then I shall become the product of your ’emptiness-seeking.’ Strive for it.”
As the manifestations of the Great Dao faded, Meng Qi’s figure returned to the present node—yet it also seemed to remain at the end of the Primordial Era’s final epoch.
An illusory river emerged, winding around him, its currents filled with the inexorable passage of time and the weight of fate, indistinguishable from the true River of Time that spanned the Real World.
Other Shore phenomenon—”Time Enveloping the Body”!
The illusory river around Meng Qi suddenly expanded, overlapping with the River of Time and Fate in the Real World, surging backward into the past and extending forward into the future, occupying possibility after possibility.
At its source, the river surged, flooding past the history Meng Qi had witnessed, reaching the dawn of this epoch, submerging the chaos of earth, fire, wind, and water, condensing into the Supreme Ultimate, reverting to the Primordial Chaos, and then bursting forth again, flowing through absolute nothingness to the end of the previous epoch.
The world turned silent once more, as if all were illusion. Before Meng Qi, a figure suddenly appeared—majestic and ancient, embodying all things, crowned by a nebulous cloud of the Infinite, from which strands of watery light descended, bearing golden lamps, lotuses, and jade pendants.
His presence alone felt like the convergence of countless epochs, the gathering of all heavens and hells. He was the Beginning of All, the Cause of All Effects.
The Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning!
Other Shore phenomenon—”Beholding the Primordial”!
Behind Meng Qi’s head, a luminous halo gradually formed—both dark and clear, flawless and complete, nurturing the two illusory Dao Fruits of the “Infinite” and “Creation,” slowly refining them toward reality.
At this critical moment, his heart stirred. A small, emerald-green tree flew out from within him—crystalline and translucent, bathed in a soft glow, each branch a world, each leaf a universe.
The Tree of the Great Dao!
The Tree of the Great Dao soared on its own, settling into the luminous halo behind Meng Qi’s head, taking root between the two illusory Dao Fruits.
**BOOM!**
A deep, resonant sound descended from the heavens and rose from the depths of the Nine Hells. Everything was stained with a hue both bloody and dark, forming layers of heavens, depths of hells, vast starry rivers, and infinite universes—all connected by a towering World Tree, through which an illusory River of Time flowed.
The Other Shore phenomenon Meng Qi had manifested upon reaching the Legendary Realm—”Dual Epochs”—reappeared, but now transformed beyond recognition.
Other Shore phenomenon—”Recreating the Epoch”!
A phenomenon never before witnessed!
Seeing this, a hand emerged once more from the flawless bright moon—slender and white, stirring the River of Time.
A hundred years ago, Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Yu Ding Zhenren, and Dao Xing Xianzun—who had thrown themselves into the flames like moths—had not been annihilated but were instead captured by the Golden Emperor and imprisoned in the Vacuous Hometown. Jiang Zhiwei’s sword light, which had crossed the threshold of Heavenly Immortal and Legend, had been swept away by the Mother of No Birth’s sleeve. The reckless and heroic Gao Lan had been trapped by the Plain White Cloud Flag, spared from death. Ruan Yushu, before extinguishing her true spirit, had been seized, her lingering zither notes echoing endlessly…
Wang Siyuan’s consciousness had not yet been fully assimilated by the Heavenly Dao Monster. Moments before, his form hurtling toward the dark-red vortex had been flicked away by the Golden Emperor’s finger. The Real World, destroyed by the clash of Other Shore beings, was restored as the residual shockwaves were reversed—lands mended, cities rebuilt, and countless annihilated figures reappeared, unaware they had died once.
The figure upon the throne waved a sleeve, and Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Gao Lan, Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu, and others appeared outside the Jade Void Palace, their expressions blank, as if unsure how they had arrived there.
Gu Xiaosang once again felt the Golden Emperor’s indifferent, imperious gaze and heard the emotionless words:
“See? Everything has been reset. There is no more blood feud.”
“Below the Other Shore, life and death are but a thought. Whether they exist, how they exist—it all depends on the outcome of our contest, as illusory as a dream, existing or vanishing at our whim.”
“Thus, the Buddhists speak of emptiness, the Daoists of nothingness. Beyond the struggle for the Great Dao, all else is but a fleeting dream. What is there to cling to?”
“Su Meng will inevitably become the same. Such is the nature of the Other Shore.”
Gu Xiaosang felt an unprecedented chill in her heart, devoid of any warmth.
Yes… this is the Other Shore. This is the will of Heaven.
And the will of Heaven has always been inscrutable.
At that moment, the phenomena in the world vanished. Meng Qi, clad in black robes, stepped out from the River of Time—now ascended to the Other Shore. The luminous halo behind his head was clear and bright, the emerald tree vibrant, his eyes deep as if containing the myriad realms. He gazed calmly at the Golden Emperor and said:
“I may become like that in the future—but that is the future. As for now…”
He paused, then suddenly roared:
“**SCREW YOUR OLD MOTHER!**”
The halo behind his head violently expanded, dominating the heavens, casting boundless radiance upon the Golden Emperor’s flawless bright moon!
*This epoch, I never planned to transcend—so screw your old mother’s karma!*
Gu Xiaosang stared blankly at this scene, then suddenly laughed—a laugh tinged with tears.
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