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Eastern Wilderness Sea, Ocean's Edge Pavilion.
I stood in the Ocean's Edge Pavilion, where a middle-aged man on the rocks turned to me and said, "You finally arrived. The Sun-Shooting Divine Bow is inside the Ocean's Edge Pavilion, but I cannot give it to you."
"Did Mr. Dugu witness The Last Generation Daoist Master Wang Yang's process of Transcending Tribulation back then, and now he dares not Transcend Tribulation even after all these years?" I asked.
Dugu Yu looked shocked and asked, "How do you know?"
In those days, Dugu Yu and Sword Saint Miao Zhong were contemporaries. He was the foremost disciple of Wang Yang, a grand-disciple of Wu Zhenqing. If the Daoist Command Token had not been destroyed, he would have been the next Dao Sovereign. However, after witnessing the unparalleled power of Wang Yang during his Transcending Tribulation, he was obliterated into ashes. The Daoist Command Token was destroyed and lost in the scorched earth. Fear gripped his heart, and for many years he had clung to life, using secret methods to evade Dao scrutiny, preventing himself from Transcending Tribulation. Now, his body had decayed beyond recognition; though he appeared to be immortal, he had long surpassed his limit and was already due for burial.
"I saw Wu Zhenren, your ancestor, in the cycle of history," I said.
"How is that possible?" Dugu Yu exclaimed in shock, unable to believe it. "Where did you see him?"
"In the imperial capital, at The Pear Garden, he was listening to a play. He created a secret art called Dark Moon Secret Art."
Upon hearing this, tears streamed down Dugu Yu's face. The events of the Dark Turmoil Period had been completely erased by him; no one in later generations knew anything about it. He asked, "Could you see my master, Wang Yang?"
I shook my head. The book did not guide me to meet the legendary End of the World Daoist Master. When I encountered Wu Zhenqing, it was not during his time of death but rather during a mundane moment when he was enjoying tea and watching a performance.
I looked at the ground of the Ocean's Edge Pavilion, extended my palm, and gently opened it. The ground cracked, revealing a Bronze Hall that I summoned from beneath. On a decayed corpse lay a golden great bow. I took the bow into my hands while Dugu Yu watched silently. It wasn't until I cupped my fists in farewell that he snapped back to reality, his body visibly aging at an alarming rate until he became an elderly man with white hair.
"The Dao is impermanent; immortality is an illusion. I have been too obsessed," sighed Dugu Yu, as he walked toward the sea.
I appeared on Qingliang Mountain holding the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow. Yunxi pulled along Zhou Manman back to Qingliang Temple. Everyone had awakened from their stasis; they remembered nothing and looked at me with confusion as I held the golden great bow.
The reason time manipulation is forbidden is that it can confuse one's thoughts; ordinary people cannot fathom that just moments ago during the Grand Ceremony of Fengshan, I had killed Song Qianqiu, causing time to rewind three years. At that time, no one would remember anything about books or cycles of time.
“Yang Hao, what on earth happened?” Guo Daozhen asked.
“Wasn't I supposed to knock you out? Why did I end up fainting myself?” Wu said.
Douding remarked, “I think I remember something. Once Song Qianqiu is killed, time will immediately revert to three years ago, which is today.”
“Are you talking nonsense?” Huzi said, giving Douding a light tap on the head.
I said, “The Time Technique can cause memory confusion. I've nearly lost myself multiple times in the cycle of history, but fortunately, everything is fine now. I will take you all to Mount Tai to eliminate Song Qianqiu.”
Guo Daozhen asked, “What do you have in your hand?”
“The Sun-Shooting Divine Bow,” I showed it to everyone and then activated Time Walk, transporting us all to the foot of Mount Tai.
At the top of Mount Tai, in a cave on a sheer cliff, the White-Robed Old Scholar and Miao Guanyin stood in the center, their eyes wide open like corpses.
The Dao Qi from my body spread out, and Miao Guanyin instinctively resisted. However, as soon as she raised her hand, she froze in place, her body beginning to petrify. The White-Robed Old Scholar's body also stiffened and turned to stone. I gently touched them, and they instantly disintegrated into ashes, scattering in the strong winds of the mountain.
Song Qianqiu had revived multiple times and was showing signs of adverse reactions. He woke up later and later each time, screaming in terror as he came to consciousness. The Ghost King hurriedly asked, “Master, what’s wrong?”
“It’s impossible! It can’t be! This is all just a dream!” Song Qianqiu shouted.
Struggling to stand up, he declared, “I will kill all of you without giving you any chance!”
As soon as Song Qianqiu finished speaking, a sudden pain pierced his eyes. Above his head, I drew the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow. The golden bowstring coalesced as Spirit Energy gathered; the air compressed with immense force capable of tearing through mountains and shattering time and space. I was drenched in sweat as I unleashed Rift Path to amplify my strength a hundredfold—ten thousand dan of force, weighing millions of pounds—one shot could pierce the earth’s core.
"Song Qianqiu!" he shouted in terror, invoking the Great Wilderness Scripture to protect himself.
Whoosh!
A golden arrow pierced through Song Qianqiu's body, shattering his flesh and turning his bones to dust. The black Immortal Dao Fruit floated on the Altar of Sacrifice, a hole shot through it, creating a passage from inside to outside.
The Immortal Dao Fruit exploded, scattering Lightfeather across Mount Tai, signaling the fall of the Supreme. The Ghost King trembled in fear, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.
I asked, "Where is the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Pen?"
The Ghost King replied, "It's beneath the Altar of Sacrifice. I'll fetch it for you right away."
Terrified, the Ghost King hurriedly retrieved the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Pen from below the Altar of Sacrifice. I took it and said, "Song Qianqiu is dead. Now that the Corpse Demon is free from the Demon King's Scripture's control, can you command it?"
"I can!" the Ghost King affirmed. "The Yin Soldiers obeyed Song Qianqiu's orders, but they will also follow mine. The Corpse Demon was controlled by the Demon King's Scripture, but with Song Qianqiu dead, they all have Corpse Qi in them and will listen to me."
"Good. Command the Corpse Demon and Yin Soldiers to retreat back to the Underworld and never set foot in the Yang Realm again. Otherwise, you know the consequences." I infused a strand of Dao Qi into the Ghost King's body. "As long as you step into the Yang Realm and absorb even a fraction of Yang Qi, you will instantly turn to ashes. You have three days to return to the Underworld."
Upon hearing this, the Ghost King expressed his gratitude and scrambled down the mountain, followed by a throng of Yin Soldiers. Huzi asked, "Why not eliminate all these Yin Soldiers?"
I replied, "Yin Soldier Corpse Ghosts cannot be completely eradicated. It’s better for them to be taken back by the Ghost King to restore order in the Underworld. You all should return to Qingliang Temple; I need to visit Yin Mountain to find Old Scholar and retrieve the Book of Life and Death."
With that, I stepped into the void and found myself in a secret chamber within the Underground Palace.
In that chamber of the Underground Palace, Old Scholar lay on a stump of the Blood Tree, gravely injured. The Snake Goddess, transformed into human form, leaned against the wall, impaled by tendrils of the Blood Tree that pierced her body.
"Is it you?" The Old Scholar and the Snake Goddess exclaimed in surprise, not understanding why I had suddenly appeared here.
I looked at the Snake Goddess, taking the half of the Great Zhou Compass from her hand. The other half of the Great Zhou Compass and the Book of Life and Death from the Old Scholar also fell into my hands.
The Old Scholar watched as I held the Book of Life and Death and the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Pen. I flipped through the Book of Life and Death, its brilliance flowing, and found the Old Scholar's name, which showed that he had five years left to live.
"What is going on here?" the Old Scholar asked.
He reached into his robes, looking astonished as he inquired, "Where is my book? You obtained the lower half of it, mastering the entire book allows you to shuttle through time and space?"
I slapped my palm against the Old Scholar's chest, applying a bit of force. His meridians reversed, absorbing his power. The Old Scholar screamed as his Qi Sea was destroyed, and his Dao Qi scattered.
"Since my birth, you have repeatedly tried to harm me. I spare your life; consider yourself fortunate," I said.
With that, I took the young Snake Goddess's hand and walked out of the Underground Palace.
On Yin Mountain, great snakes crawled everywhere. I looked at the Snake Goddess and said, "Now that you have taken human form, you have lost your long lifespan as a demon. From now on, your lifespan will be like that of a human. You will be recorded in the Book of Life and Death. I will erase your memories until you reach the end of your life. Do you agree?"
The Snake Goddess looked at me, fearfully nodding her head. I pressed my hand against her head, wiping away all her memories and removing her demonic essence. Then I sent her to a city inhabited by humans. I did not destroy her cultivation; if she were ever in danger, she would be able to protect herself. However, she would never remember who she was or where she came from.
By the time I returned to Qingliang Mountain three days later, everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing me back. Aside from discussing the Time Forbidden Technique, I shared what had happened during my absence. Although everyone had forgotten what had truly occurred—including their deaths and rebirths—they believed my words without doubt.
Order began to restore in the human realm. Yu Xuanliang and Li Fugui led the people in rebuilding their homes. We also started settling down on Qingliang Mountain, constructing our own houses and living the life we had always dreamed of.
Two years later, with the people living in peace and prosperity, the Daoist Sect began to regain vitality. However, Yu Xuanliang had strictly prohibited the Daoist Sect from teaching Daoist Arts any longer. Except for some techniques for refining qi and strengthening the body, all Taoist Scriptures had been destroyed. He visited me twice to seek my opinion, hoping that I would not interfere. After all, even he was no match for me now; if I wished to establish a Daoist Sect, he would have no way to resist it.
I agreed with Yu Xuanliang's viewpoint that the world needs order and systems; only under the law can peace be maintained over freedom.
Among the Three Great Monks of Buddhism, only the Withered Leaf Master survived the chaos of the Daoist Sect. He lived in seclusion in Snow Wolf Valley. When I sensed his Nirvana, a Lightfeather came from the north. Following its direction, I found him and saw Zhang Dao'an, who had come to pay his respects.
Leiyin Temple was also being rebuilt under the leadership of Sea and Sky Master, but it was located in Western Desert Sand City rather than Dunhuang Desert. Emei Mountain was also beginning its reconstruction, with Bai Xiaoxiang as the New Leader of Emei and Rouer serving as a guest elder. This couple, like May Day, drew much envy from others as they frequently visited Emei Mountain. Various Daoist temples began to establish themselves, providing places for believers to burn incense and pray.
Until one day, all members of the Daoist Sect gathered around Qingliang Mountain. Yu Xuanliang and others had also arrived because I sensed my impending doom. As the Supreme, I needed to Transcend Tribulation to cleanse the Injury of the Dao. Although the time manipulation techniques recorded in books were contrary to nature, the Injury of the Dao could only be purged through tribulation; no other method would suffice.
Wu and Huzi clenched their fists in encouragement, while Iron Bull gritted his teeth and said, "Boss, you can do it!"
I nodded and looked at everyone I cared about and who cared for me. I gazed at my silent father Yang Sanqian and my worried mother Jiyao before beginning to summon the Nine Thunder Tribulation.
Yu Xuanliang suggested, "Why not carry the Sun-Moon Divine Fish with you? The divine protection might help you avoid the thunder tribulation."
I shook my head and replied, "Whether it's the Sun-Moon Divine Fish or Mud Bodhisattva's Form, I won't use them. The thunder tribulation is arranged by fate; facing it is part of life and death. Accepting fate may not be a bad thing."
As the Nine Thunder Tribulation gathered, the earth dimmed. A massive bolt of lightning roared down like a dragon from above. I spread my arms wide to welcome the cleansing of the thunder tribulation.
"I'll wait for your return," Yunxi communicated telepathically as she watched me engulfed by the raging lightning.
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