The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1447 - 625: The Spread of Nothingness, The True Spirit Fades

Chapter 1447: Chapter 625: The Spread of Nothingness, The True Spirit Fades

All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, countless spaces.

Many old monsters opened their eyes, showing a look of horror on their faces.

"Is this... a fall in realm?"

"No, battle prowess is unaffected!"

"Wait... Yang Five as a Dao Lord?"

"I see the path ahead... No, it’s not Yang Six, it’s still Yang Five."

"All-knowing and omnipotent, a cycle?"

At this moment, all Yang Five cultivators suddenly envisioned the path ahead in their minds.

That is an even more powerful path!

"Entering the cycle means eternal existence, even if it returns to the void, it is unstoppable!"

"To enter the cycle, one must master a Dao!"

At this moment, Yang Fives throughout All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds discovered the path ahead.

The path ahead is the Dao Lord, the cycle.

Besides stepping into Yang Six, this is another path that all Yang Fives can take.

Only... this path is fraught with danger and requires full mastery of a Dao.

In an instant, battles erupt across the Yang Realm, the Yin Realm, and even the Rebirth Realm.

The strife over the Dao is even more severe than that of a villain slaying one’s father.

More and more powerful beings are born, known as Dao Lords.

Cyclical worlds emerge, like giant barrier walls, stretching across the Yang Realm.

More and more beings returning to the void are blocked by such barrier walls.

In a short time, the expansion of the return to the void... seems to have diminished substantially and its pace slowed down.

However, at this moment, an unexpected change occurs.

"No good, we Yang Fives, even controlling a Dao, cannot become Dao Lords!"

"Three Calamities and Three Tribulations!"

It seems the void has noticed that the cycle is hindering its spread, thus it unleashes the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations to obstruct Yang Fives from becoming Dao Lords.

After all, it’s too easy for Yang Fives to become Dao Lords, hence the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations.

Of course, like the Yang Three Realm Lord, wishing to become a Dao Lord, there are no Three Calamities and Three Tribulations.

After all, there are too many existing Yang Fives; if everyone became a Dao Lord, the spread of the void would slow to a standstill.

Of course, the so-called Three Calamities and Three Tribulations have different names and manifestations in the Yin Realm, Yang Realm, and Rebirth Realm.

At the same time, in the Rebirth Realm, confusion flashes in San Sheng’s eyes.

The Three Calamities and Three Tribulations descend, blocking the path to becoming a Dao for many.

And he, a cultivator who certified the cycle, suffered the greatest blow.

The return to the void... has fallen upon him.

"Cycle!"

San Sheng resists the return to the void with the power of the cycle.

The place where he achieved the Dao, located in the Rebirth Realm, is trapped in a cycle; as long as he does not die, even if the world is destroyed, it can be salvaged from the Cosmic Mother River.

But at this moment, the return to the void seems to awaken its consciousness, seeing him as a threat, instinctively wanting to destroy him.

In an instant, the power of returning to the void from countless spaces in All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds descends upon San Sheng.

A crack appears on San Sheng’s face.

He resembles a porcelain doll, his body shattering.

Feeling the return to the void up close, at this moment, his face shows a look of sudden realization.

"So, this is the return to the void."

"There is life and death, stillness and motion."

"Heavenly Emperor is the return to the void."

"Stillness is the return to the void."

"Wu Fa is the return to the void."

"Even I, am the return to the void."

All Dao Methods, Divine Skills, Ultimate Truth, Great Dao, and rules, are within the realm of the return to the void.

The stronger the being, the more formidable the return to the void.

All things cycle, life moves towards death.

The Universe, from opening towards returning to the void.

"Cycle!"

San Sheng roars, attempting to confront the return to the void with the power of the cycle.

This moment, he feels an infinite pressure.

As if, several Yang Sixes were attacking him at the same time.

Or rather, as if all Dao Lords, all Yang Fives, all living beings, and all dead things were striking at him simultaneously.

He proved the Dao as a Yang Five, and in terms of strength, he actually rivals a Yang Six.

But this is not reincarnation, not the Dao he seeks.

In just an instant, his arm is destroyed.

The power of the cycle, reassembled once again.

Such a collision is happening every moment.

Just a sliver leaking out could cause the demise of tens of thousands of Realm Lords.

The collision between San Sheng and the return to the void is at a stalemate.

Destruction, restart; shattering, rebirth.

"Is this... an illusion?"

Unknowing how many years have passed, San Sheng’s consciousness becomes blurry, his entire being groggy.

As for the erosion of the return to the void... it too becomes weaker.

At this moment, San Sheng’s Soul is dim, his True Spirit shattered.

He sees his own body transforming into an illusion.

"This is a Curse called the Drowning."

"Cursing me, cursing the lineage of my Dao."

"In the end, everything will return to nothingness."

He resists the return to the void with the cycle and receives the Drowning Curse.

This Curse not only destroys him but also his world.

This destruction, even the Dao Lords’ cycle, finds it hard to recover from.

After all, this is the power of all destruction.

"Cough cough..."

San Sheng coughs out blood, his mouth full of bloody foam.

He doesn’t know how many years it has been since he has sustained such an injury.

He is groggy, his consciousness hazy, stumbling along like an ordinary cultivator.

"Such karma, can only be resisted by reincarnation."

"What is reincarnation?"

"Where is my reincarnation?"

He falls into the mortal world.

His figure is frail, resembling a swordsman who has been seriously injured.

"Hey, beggar, take this steamed bun as a handout."

"Miss, stay away from such people, in case they have enemies..."

"Beggar, scram!"

"This person must be an immortal, with the heavy snow lasting three years, and yet he did not freeze to death!"

"Immortal, please take me as your disciple, I want to take revenge!"

In the mortal world, amidst confusion and dullness, San Sheng saw many people.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, a flash of clarity passing through his eyes.

"Did someone become a Dao Lord?"

"Devouring to become Dao?"

"Somewhat familiar."

That aura, he found it somewhat familiar.

It seemed to be... the one who had taken a bite of his True Spirit back then.

"Reincarnation... what is reincarnation?"

He no longer tried to perceive that Dao Lord, but instead continued to search for his own reincarnation.

As time passed, countless years went by.

The Drowning Curse’s influence on him grew stronger and stronger.

His land of Dao realization had also come to be known as the Abandoned Land.

In the endless eons, he saw the Heavenly Emperor descending into the Rebirth Realm, seemingly trying to find him.

He also saw that the breath of the divine being had transformed into a Heavenly God, full of wild ambition.

However, all of this was unrelated to him.

His True Spirit and consciousness were also disintegrating.

He was left with only a wisp of obsession.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something.

"In the cycle of reincarnation, there is Meng Po."

"Who is Meng Po?"

"Forgetfulness?"

"Reincarnation lacks forgetfulness?"

"Right, I want to forge a... Sword of Oblivion."

San Sheng’s obsession was muddled.

The Sword of Oblivion could erase the effects of the Drowning Curse.

It was also a part of the cycle of reincarnation.

"This is my only... chance to step into reincarnation."

At this moment, San Sheng’s body completely shattered, turned into illusion, leaving behind only a shadow, like a ghost of this world.

Wandering in the Rebirth Realm, just to find the materials to forge that sword.

"Pride as Sword Bone."

"Only a bone without fear, filled with obsession, is the best."

He traversed mountains and rivers.

Later, he saw a little boy burdened with hatred. He took away all of the boy’s emotions and gave him the strongest sword Dao talent in the world.

Afterward, he saw, in the cycle, that man stabbing that woman with a sword.

Snowflakes danced in the air, yet the sky bled.

The woman was covered in bloodstains, her expression cold, like a lonely figure under the lamp.

In her hands, she held that sword, gripping it tightly.

The sword transformed by the Sword Disciple.

Latter, in the cycle, he saw the remnant soul of that Dao Lord who had devoured to become Dao.

She seemed to have perished to the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations.

The shadow transformed by San Sheng went to the Cosmic Alliance, found Wu Shi, and used her to replace that Dao Lord who had devoured.

After that.

You Qian Daoist perished, Wu Shi, holding a blood-red sword, looked suppressed and fierce.

Looking at the lonely figure of the young girl, confusion filled San Sheng’s eyes.

"This sword... has it succeeded?"

"No, it hasn’t succeeded yet, what’s missing?"

For Wu Shi, this sword was already powerful enough, powerful enough to resist the Drowning Curse.

But for San Sheng, this sword was still too weak.

It simply couldn’t serve as the pillar of reincarnation.

"What’s missing?"

San Sheng was puzzled; he did not take the sword back.

On the other side, Wu Shi, holding the blood-colored Longsword, repelled the Nine Heavens Divine Palace, venting anger for her master.

The Dao God who had once hurt her master was also slain by her.

The spreading Drowning Curse was also smoothed out by her sword.

"Master..."

Wu Shi’s eyes were somewhat red.

She stood on Mingri Snow Mountain amidst the swirling snowflakes, but the old acquaintance was nowhere to be seen.

"Zhou Mountain Major Realm... and the Abandoned Land... due to the Drowning Curse, if you delve deep, time and space become chaotic, past, future, all in a single thought..."

She remembered the Sword Disciple.

Remembered the Sword Disciple who struck at her with his sword on Yunmeng Mountain.

"Master, I will definitely see you again."

She was no longer active in the Rebirth Realm but entered deep into the Abandoned Land.

Zhou Mountain Major Realm had long been pulled into the Abandoned Land, becoming a part of it.

She ventured deep into the Abandoned Land, standing in Zhou Mountain Major Realm, at the edge of time and space.

She waited, amidst time and space chaos, perhaps within the crevice of some moment, she could see the Sword Disciple again.

Unfortunately, even though she went through the Abandoned Land and transcended the cycle, she did not see that familiar figure in that timeline.

Meanwhile, within the rifts of time, San Sheng’s expression was calm, murmuring: "Quite the actor."

If it were anyone else looking at Wu Shi, they would think she was a deeply-in-love romantic, always wanting to see the Sword Disciple again and change the reality of the Sword Disciple becoming a sword.

But in reality...

This indeed existed.

But Wu Shi, at every moment, was subtly probing for San Sheng’s identity, strength, and ways to enhance her power.

Clearly, Wu Shi wanted revenge.

After all, San Sheng had toyed with her and their master-disciple relationship.

San Sheng, shrouded in a Black Robe, finally saw a glimmer of clarity in his dazed eyes: "Could it be... that what this sword lacks is me?"

Latter in the Abandoned Land, Wu Shi had a fortuitous encounter; she picked up an Exotic Treasure.

This Exotic Treasure had drifted from the Yin Realm, seemingly transformed by Yang Four.

Without revealing her intentions, she fused this Exotic Treasure into the Sword of Oblivion crafted by her master.

The snow was heavy; she held the sword in her hands, her expression cold: "Can I... kill him?"

She was unsure.

The shadow that played with her and her master was too mysterious and terrifying, far more horrific than an ordinary Dao Lord.

The only consolation was that his state seemed not to be very good.

She lay in wait for an unknown amount of time.

Finally, on a heavy snow day, she chose to strike with her sword.

She wanted to take revenge for her master!

She wanted to take revenge for the Sword Disciple!

The one who played with fate would eventually be toyed with by fate!