My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 1164 - 842

Chapter 1164: 842

"Polution spread across the world, blood and resentment boiled over, thousands of God Monarchs fell, transforming into boundless karmic force, filling the world with various omens, further loosening the inner realm’s seal. The entire Shen Hong was tottering, teetering on the edge of a cliff."

"After awakening for 72 years, the Taoist School’s Three Pure Ones and Five Saints personally took action, establishing the Great Array of the Ancient Five Emperors to take charge of the world, forcefully breaking into the inner realm, unstoppable, bursting into the core of the seal, determined to extinguish the Fate Sin!"

"At that moment, the world trembled, space shook, and all Ten Thousand Realms could clearly see, between heaven and earth, Tao and reason entwining and colliding endlessly with the endless Pollution, fighting immortal, day after day without end!"

"After a month-long battle in the Saint Realm, outsiders knew not the outcome, they only knew that as time passed, Tao and reason between heaven and earth grew stronger, and the Pollution gradually receded."

"However, just when all living beings thought it would all be suppressed, finally ushering in good outcomes."

"A month after the Five Saints entered deep into the seal, suddenly, intense Pollution erupted between heaven and earth, followed by a terrifying roar that echoed through the heavens."

"’Why!’"

"Unknown who yelled it, unclear why they roared, filled with intense anger and dissatisfaction, and various complex emotions."

"When countless monks thought the Five Saints had triumphed, the battle nearly over, the Farewell Lament of the Fate Sin to be sung, boundless terrifyng silver energy spread from the inner realm, sweeping across the entire Shen Hong like a tsunami."

"Thus, all beings perished, all things withered, the Dao Consistency of Shen Hong was extinguished, and the entire Shen Hong civilization completely vanished."

"From nothingness they came, to nothingness they returned, achieving reincarnation!"

"The six eras-long intertwining grievances of Shen Hong finally ended in a splendid display of fireworks, reaching a conclusion!"

"Time Travel: After the cataclysm, years uncounted"

"Location of Time Travel: Battlefield Ruins"

"Identity of Time Travel: Resentful Undead Skeleton!"

Wang Zijia: "???"

Staring blankly at the information in front of him, Wang Zijia’s mind was full of question marks.

One second there was a grand decisive battle, the next there was annihilation, void, reincarnation, an endgame scenario — what the hell was going on?

Was the entire Shen Hong gone?

Was it destroyed in a fireworks display, dragged down by the Fate Sin, ultimately ending in mutual destruction?

It was that terrifying?

What exactly did the Three Pure Ones, the Four Saints, and that damnable Yao Wenxuan do together that, in the end, made the Fate Sin so irritable, even possessing such complex emotions?

At this moment, Wang Zijia’s mind was a maelstrom of thoughts fluttering wildly.

However, the time travel wasn’t affected in the slightest.

As the information came to an end, Wang Zijia initiated the entry, and he felt the familiar disorientation.

He became detached from space-time and began to return to the present world.

However, as Wang Zijia sensed his return, he felt an extreme discomfort; something about his entire perception felt off.

He moved subconsciously.

*Crack!*

*Rattle!*

With his movement, he immediately heard countless sounds of breaking and colliding bones.

As his perception slowly returned, Wang Zijia "opened his eyes."

No, he didn’t seem to have eyes; rather he should say, he opened his perceptual vision.

He saw a desolate world, the ground shattered, the void drifting.

Upon a land paved with countless white bones, a fragmented skeleton sat up amidst them, his movement causing the numerous dry bones buried around him to be pushed apart.

The dry bones, weathered by countless years, collided, and many directly shattered, with some even disintegrating into dust.

Wang Zijia looked at the scene before him and subconsciously raised his hand, seeing a skeletal forearm missing three fingers, with only two bony phalanges remaining.

In his perception, he was a shattered white skeleton, ribs incomplete, spine twisted.

Had he become an undead creature?

In the next instant, Wang Zijia frowned.

For he sensed within the dense Death Qi of the white skeletal body, a terrifying vigor emerged, ignited like gasoline!

In his perception, it seemed as though... this body had lain here for countless years, gathering the horrifying Death Qi from this battlefield — even from the entire world.

Originally, it would have been in vain.

Because no matter how dense the Death Qi, without that most crucial spark of life as a catalyst, there was no way to reach the extreme and reverse, the yin to produce yang, igniting the spark of life, creating life, and ultimately being reborn from death.

However, with Wang Zijia’s arrival, it seemed this had all changed.

With the appearance of Wang Zijia’s life force, this corpse, after countless years and amassing the battlefield’s — even the entire world’s — Death Qi, started to reach the stage of extreme reversal, giving birth to a terrifyingly pure vigor from the pure Death Qi.

Specifically, as Wang Zijia watched, he found flesh and blood beginning to appear on his own white bones, proliferating more and more.

This scene gave Wang Zijia a sense of unfamiliarity and familiarity, a feeling that it was somehow strongly déjà vu — where had he seen this before?

The next moment, he found the source of this déjà vu in his memories.

It was a youth, a damnable youth’s resurrection and wound healing scene!!!

Could it be...

Wang Zijia thought of something and with a start, called forth a mirror that appeared before him.

In the mirror was a figure covered in blood, with flesh swirling, restoring the physical body!

Wang Zijia watched intently, and as skin started to form over the bloody face, and when he saw that familiar face emerge, even the peculiar White Lotus in the center of the forehead identical to the last detail, Wang Zijia was thoroughly convinced.

’Damn, is this really the corpse of that damned Yao Wenxuan?’

’So, have I transmigrated into that bastard Yao Wenxuan’s body, leveraging his peculiar Life and Death Dao to achieve resurrection in this desolate world?’