Purple lightning branched like trees, pale gold shimmered like dragons, the two entwining to form a Tai Chi symbol that illuminated Meng Qi’s eyes and dispelled the last vestiges of distraction in his heart.
There was no turning back now. If he couldn’t break through the countless obstacles and carve out a future with his blade and sword, there would be no chance of survival—no opportunity to escape!
The Tai Chi, forged from radiant purple and pale gold, collapsed inward toward its center, reversing the virtues of Sagehood and Merit into the Five Ultimates, regressing into an indistinct darkness—whether a single expanse or a mere point—that plunged the entire Real World into obscurity. Only the flawless, crystalline, and serene moon remained suspended in the infinite heights, casting its faint, silvery glow.
**Primordial Chaos Devours the Cosmos!**
This was the pinnacle of Meng Qi’s blade-and-sword divine technique after achieving the Limitless Great Completion, executed with two peerless Other Shore-level weapons. The sheer force of this strike truly carried the overwhelming momentum of dragging all realms back to the absolute beginning, reverting everything to absolute nothingness!
A jade-white hand stretched out from the void, its fingertip bearing an abyssal darkness that encompassed all things—still and silent, yet eerily akin to the devouring radiance of Meng Qi’s blade-and-sword strike. The difference was that this hand heralded the ultimate end, the finality of all existence.
The moment the two forces manifested, they clashed. The heavens and earth plunged into darkness, as if every star in the myriad universes had been draped in black cloth. The struggle was not confined to the Real World—it reverberated through every world where Meng Qi’s “other selves” existed.
After unleashing his blade and sword, Meng Qi didn’t spare a glance at the outcome. He released them, allowing them to act of their own accord. The crown of his head opened, and from it surged a **Supreme Primordial Chaos Cloud of Origin**, dark as deep waters, indescribably chaotic, cradling an ancient and overwhelmingly powerful **Pangu Banner** alongside the **Dao Yi Glazed Lamp**, which silently illuminated all karma.
Except for the **Fruit of All Causes**, which remained motionless, the cloud instantly contracted, and the Pangu Banner coiled in an instant—both condensing into half-formed illusory fruits, as if manifesting certain aspects of the true **Dao**. One was dark and chaotic, flickering between existence and nothingness, seemingly containing all things. The other was wreathed in wisps of chaotic energy, its core a profound violet with a hidden, blazing white radiance!
The moment these two half-formed fruits took shape, Meng Qi felt them being drawn and tugged by the **Dao**, lifting his intrinsic spiritual light from the infinite heights as if to transcend all realms and gaze upon everything from an unprecedented vantage.
A phantom-like sound of rushing water echoed as he clearly “saw” his body gradually rising from the eternal torrent of the **River of Time and Fate**, swaying unsteadily as if it might plunge back into the sea of suffering at any moment.
Once he fully broke free, he would truly step onto the **Other Shore**!
This had nothing to do with **retracing the past** or **seizing the future**. More accurately, retracing the past and seizing the future were manifestations of the Other Shore—directions for their ascension—but not its essence. The true essence lay in breaking free from the entanglement of the River of Time and the abyss of suffering, standing at the highest and lowest layers of the structure of all realms, closer to the **Dao**. Thus, the **Celestial Venerables of Primordial Beginning, Numinous Treasure, and Virtue** had never relied on “retracing the past and seizing the future” to ascend. As time flowed, they naturally projected their imprints into the River of Time, forming a **Serpent of Antiquity**. The stronger they were, the further their projections extended, making them seem ever more ancient.
But those born later could not do the same. Tainted by worldly affairs and eroded by the sea of suffering, how could they break free so easily?
They had to rely on the accumulation of **retracing the past** and **seizing the future** to resonate, further solidifying the illusory fruits. Then, with the combined power of the three, they could assist Meng Qi’s intrinsic spiritual light in fully leaping out of the River of Time!
In the realm of the **Fusang Ancient Tree**, the **Fruit of Rippling Nothingness** leaped before the **Green Emperor**, transforming into a small yet complete River of Time, shimmering like a dream.
It suddenly expanded, stretching toward both the **past** and the **future**, piercing through the void!
This was the accumulation of Meng Qi’s own comprehension of **retracing the past** and **seizing the future**!
It was the **Dao of Time** contained within the flesh of the **Eastern Emperor**, the signposts left by the **Supreme Demon Heart** in the past, in history, and in the memories of others, and the insights gained from his journey to **Zhixu Mountain** regarding the occupation of the future!
Among the countless illusory tributaries of the River of Time, in the merely possible futures, the southernmost depths of the East Sea collapsed layer by layer, fully connecting with the **Nine Nethers**, heralding an apocalyptic scene.
Meng Qi’s figure appeared there, witnessing an ancient stone tablet floating amidst the boiling, ink-black waters, inscribed with four archaic seal characters: **”Jade Void’s Su Meng.”**
This scene did not occur in just one future—in nearly every possible future where Meng Qi had not perished, the same image appeared.
The countless Meng Qis across these futures burst into laughter:
**”Just as expected!”**
By linking himself to events that were destined to occur and trends that were inevitable, he had effectively **seized the future**. However, this momentum could not be too distant from the present node, or else resonance would fail to form. Thus, during the **Final Calamity**, seizing the future was relatively simpler compared to the era of ancient myths.
**The epoch must end—this was an irreversible trend!**
**”Just as expected!”**
The Meng Qis of countless futures laughed uproariously, their voices seemingly piercing the barriers of time, creating a resonance.
Their numbers exceeded the limit, reaching a qualitative change. They twisted direction, suddenly rushing upstream toward the past!
**”Just as expected!”**
The figures merged at the branches of the future. The closer they approached the present node, the fewer they became, seemingly on the verge of converging into Meng Qi’s true self.
But would the **Golden Emperor** and others simply stand by and watch as he retraced the past?
**”Burn!” “Devour!” “Destroy!” “Punish!” “Slay!” “Silence!” “Vanish!” “Freeze!” “Annihilate!”**
Nine Dao patterns flew forth, accompanied by manifestations of thunder, fire, ice, and annihilation, summoning calamities upon the earth and suffering upon living beings. **Zhen Yuanzi**, gripping the **Heaven-Slaying Axe**, reached out from the **Vacuum Hometown** and struck at Meng Qi.
At that moment, a golden-furred giant hand stretched from the void, seizing the **Peerless Heavenly Blade** with a thunderous roar, slashing horizontally to cleave Zhen Yuanzi apart.
Meanwhile, **Yang Jian**, with his rosy lips and pearly teeth, suddenly opened his eyes. From the **Blood Sea**, he extended a palm that pierced the boundaries of the **Nine Nethers**, grasping the **Human Emperor’s Sword** and summoning the power of all living beings. The virtues of **Sagehood** and **Merit** coalesced into an unstoppable sword radiance, slashing toward the **Mother of No Birth** to prevent her from interfering with Meng Qi.
Simultaneously, he tossed out the **Central World’s Earth-Sovereign Apricot-Yellow Banner**, unfurling it above Meng Qi’s head. Billions of golden lotuses bloomed, radiating boundless light to shield him from the residual shockwaves.
Yet, the sky abruptly brightened, its foundation like glazed glass, its essence pure and serene. The **Bodhi Wonderful Tree** appeared eerily, sweeping aside the **Human Emperor’s Sword** before it could obstruct the **Golden Emperor**.
**”Damn you, Lu Ya!”** Yang Jian cursed, his eyes flickering with confusion.
Lu Ya had originally been a hidden piece left by the **Primordial Lord of Heaven**, destined to side with them at the critical moment. Their previous cooperation had been smooth—who would have thought that after his last betrayal, he would act so decisively, without the slightest hesitation?
**What had happened to him?**
**What benefit had some Other Shore existence offered to tempt him?**
With the **Human Emperor’s Sword** no longer obstructing her, the flawless, luminous moon instantly illuminated the entire River of Time, causing Meng Qi’s past selves—the one who planted a demonic seed in the **Unkindness Tower’s leader**, the one from the **Middle Ages’ era of the Overlord**, and the one who witnessed the **fall of the Heavenly Court**—to stand out vividly among the infinite figures, appearing utterly helpless and frail!
Just then, a soft sigh echoed from the **Fusang Ancient Tree’s realm**, resounding through all worlds. A pillar of azure light soared, materializing into a verdant tree bearing an illusory fruit and a purple jade ruler impervious to all evils. It plunged into the River of Time, intercepting the **Golden Emperor** at every node.
After weighing the pros and cons, with events suddenly escalating, the **Green Emperor** had ultimately chosen to support Meng Qi!
Just as the purple jade ruler was about to block the **Golden Emperor’s** attempt to erase Meng Qi’s past, Buddhist chants suddenly resounded. **Sal flowers** drifted down, the **Seven Buddhist Treasures** surfaced, and **Bodhi trees** sprouted, filling every corner of this segment of the River of Time.
A radiant, sacred branch—slightly chipped—swept across, brushing the purple jade ruler out of the River of Time.
The **Ancient Buddha of Bodhi** had unleashed the **Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree** from his Pure Land!
The heavens and earth suddenly brightened as a golden bridge imbued with the hues of transcendence extended from beyond the heavens, spanning the **Sea of Suffering**, poised to descend beside Meng Qi.
**The Other Shore Golden Bridge!**
The manifestation of the **Dao of Transcendence** in the mortal world!
The other face of the **Virtuous Dao’s Taiji Diagram**!
Simultaneously, three Daoists strode across the bridge.
One was young, one middle-aged, and one elderly. Together, they clasped their hands in salute:
**”Fellow Daoist, we have come to aid you!”**
These were the **Three Pure Ones**, manifestations of the **Virtuous Dao’s single breath**, representing the **vitality, zenith, and decline** of all realms—the three great embodiments of the **Foundation of Existence**, not merely the past, present, and future!
**”Mercy, mercy.”** A Buddhist chant suddenly rang out as three **sariras** tumbled amidst white waves, eerily manifesting. The surroundings of the **Other Shore Golden Bridge** grew illusory and indistinct, as if entering another set of realms encompassing all aspects of the **Dao**, giving the sensation of nearly condensing a true **Dao Fruit**!
**All realms are empty. All heavens are empty. The Three Pure Ones are empty. The Other Shore Golden Bridge is empty. Even the myriad Daos are empty.**
This was the embryonic form of **Amitabha’s Dao Fruit**!
The three Daoists each unleashed their divine abilities, combining with the **Other Shore Golden Bridge** to pierce through this realm of **emptiness** and return to the Real World. But this was not the era of ancient myths, nor the time of the **Green Emperor’s** ascension. As the **Foundation of Existence** and the incarnation of the **Dao**, the **Virtuous Dao**—with the terrifying divine ability of **Three Purities from One Breath**—could once overpower **Amitabha**. Now, with the epoch ending and the **Foundation of Existence** waning, his strength had declined, placing him on par with **Amitabha**.
The successive interventions of several **Other Shore** existences delayed the **Golden Emperor’s** strike, but now, nothing stood in her way. The **Demon Emperor** gazed at **Spiritual Mountain**, seemingly disinclined to act.
From the depths of the **Nine Nethers**, the **Seven Killings Daoist** sighed, pointing a finger. The **Nethersea Sword** transformed into a streak of ghostly light, piercing the **Nine Nethers** to slash at the **Golden Emperor**.
**”How dare a mere firefly challenge the moon’s brilliance?”** The **Mother of No Birth’s** ethereal, icy voice descended from the flawless moon.
Her jade-white fingers flicked, effortlessly deflecting the **Nethersea Sword**, then casually tossing the **Plain White Cloud Flag** to ensnare it. Her motion to erase Meng Qi’s past did not falter in the slightest!
At this moment, the tide of events seemed all but decided.
Just then, **Maitreya**, who had been sensing the situation and seeking an opportunity, suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold, as if plummeting into hell. Before him appeared a pure white Buddha-light and a colossal maw lined with **forty Buddha-teeth**, its aura so overwhelming it carried the weight of the **Other Shore**!
**”The Supreme True Buddha!”** Maitreya’s heart sank. At the same level, the **Supreme True Buddha** held a clear advantage over all Buddhist figures—let alone one that now seemed a tier above him!
**When had it grown so powerful?**
**Even Amitabha had not foreseen this!**
**Gu Xiaosang**, standing in the **Nine Nethers**, gazed upward, her delicate face bathed in a faint glow, her lips curving into a barely perceptible smile:
**”The imprints left by the Dao Fruit will be absorbed and replaced by the product of His subtraction to emptiness.”**
**”This is a secret unknown even to Amitabha and the Ancient Buddha of Bodhi—only the most ancient, the Celestial Venerable of Primordial Beginning or Numinous Treasure, would know.”**
**”I had my husband visit the Buddha within the Nine Nethers to awaken the Supreme True Buddha and prompt it to absorb the imprints. I didn’t even tell him about this.”**
**”To deceive you all, I had to deceive even him.”**
**”Now that Maitreya is in peril, Amitabha has no choice but to rescue him—a stratagem of ‘relieving the besieged by attacking the besiegers.'”**
**”This is the first preparation!”**
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