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The warm smile on the face of the Taoist Zhunti.

The figures that silently appeared around them vanished in an instant.

It transformed into a bottomless calm.

Or rather, it is a kind of indifferent yet dignified authority.

The seemingly ordinary whisk in his hand had a faint, almost imperceptible luster flowing through its white jade handle, and its three thousand silver threads moved without wind.

As if it had come to life, it subtly pointed in all directions.

An invisible yet powerful aura began to spread.

This caused the surrounding dense, multicolored miasma to retreat.

He didn't even bother to check who had arrived.

He merely glanced indifferently at the few individuals with the most imposing auras in front of him.

The emperor in his robes, the goddess in her palace attire, the old man holding a ruler, and the figures on both sides and behind him, intertwined with demonic energy, demonic flames, immortal light, and divine might.

Before anyone else could speak, Zhunti spoke first.

"Fellow Daoists, why are you making such a fuss? Do you intend to block my path?"

The words fell.

This area is shrouded in the auras of dozens of top-tier primordial beings.

It fell into deathly silence.

Those figures that appeared later, whether they were unruly great demons, sinister and treacherous ancient demons, or transcendent true immortals and ancient gods.

Beneath Zhunti's seemingly innocuous question...

Not a single person immediately spoke up to refute or respond.

Their eyes flickered, filled with apprehension, solemnity, or calculation. They exchanged subtle glances, yet none of them were willing to be the first to step forward.

Confront the sharp edge of this second Western religious leader.

This weird scene.

Fang Qingyu, who was surrounded at the center, had his pupils contract almost imperceptibly.

He originally thought that with so many legendary beings gathered together, even if Zhunti was a saint, he would have to be cautious.

But the situation before him clearly showed that among this group of top experts, Zhunti Daoist's strength and prestige were probably among the most outstanding, and he might even be the strongest one!

Otherwise, it would be impossible to do it based on just one sentence.

This silenced everyone, and no one dared to be the first to speak out.

And so, the situation remained deadlocked.

No one was willing to retreat, and no one dared to make the first move.

All eyes, whether open or hidden, eventually focused on Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu frowned, his mind racing.

He's starting to not understand the rules of this world anymore.

Unlike the forty-seven worlds before the original Martial Arts Wall, the historical spirits or inheritor NPCs of those worlds, although each has their own personality, all have the core purpose of guiding or testing him to obtain the inheritance.

While there is communication, it will never be like this, as if the world has come alive.

And it is a situation with extremely autonomous intentions.

So many powerful beings from the primordial era came because of him, gathering in this perilous Mirage Dragon Swamp.

Surely they couldn't all be there to help him, the one destined for tribulation, as Zhunti claimed?
If it's truly out of kindness.

Why is the atmosphere so tense?

An astonishing idea gradually became clear in Fang Qingyu's mind.

Could it be that the way to obtain the inheritance of this forty-eighth world, or rather this primordial world, is completely different from the previous ones?

The historical spirits here are not fixed guides; they themselves are qualified to compete for this ultimate inheritance.

Or rather, the inheritance is not destined to belong to Fang Qingyu.

Instead, we need to connect with these supreme figures who have left their mark on history.
Go and fight for it?!
This is highly likely!
Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why it would attract so many covetous people.

If the inheritance is destined to be his, what are these powerful beings doing here?
Are you attending the ceremony?
Obviously not!

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyu felt a chill run down his spine.

If that's the case, then the current situation is more than just fraught with crisis.

It was not a life-or-death struggle for control.

In the midst of this suffocating silence and standoff, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A dull tremor, as if originating from the heart of the earth, came from behind and rapidly approached.

Everyone, including Cundi.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their gaze toward the direction from which the tremor came.

Behind them, the boundless swamp forest seemed to be forcibly parted by a pair of invisible giant hands, revealing a truly colossal figure that could be described as towering and upright, striding with steps that made mountains and rivers tremble.

In just a few steps, they had traversed an insurmountable distance.

Came with a bang.

It was Kuafu!

In this mirage swamp where everything shrinks, Kuafu's figure remains so enormous as to inspire despair.

He stood there, as if he were a colossal mountain that had existed since time immemorial.

The shadow he cast covered a large area, and the plants that had previously seemed enormous became insignificant weeds at his feet.

Those enormous eyes were like a lava lake.

In an instant, they locked onto Fang Qingyu, who was surrounded in the center.

They completely ignored the dozens of terrifying auras surrounding them.

The next moment, under the astonished gazes of everyone, the leader of this ancient giant race slowly knelt on one knee in front of Fang Qingyu.

"Boom!"

The massive knee slammed into the swamp, sending up towering waves of mud that shook the entire earth.

Kuafu lowered his head, and his thunderous voice rang out, filled with solemnity and apology: "I'm sorry, Kuafu is late."

This scene instantly turned the expressions of the powerful figures around them extremely ugly.

Because of Kuafu's speed
That's a bit too fast.

They haven't finished resolving the issue by the time they get there.

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback by this unexpected gift.

He could sense the sincerity in Kuafu's words, but the address "Your Excellency" and the kneeling ceremony gave him a strange sense of heaviness.

So Fang Qingyu suppressed the turmoil in his heart and said in as calm a tone as possible, "Uh, no need to be so polite, get up."

Upon hearing Fang Qingyu's words, Kuafu stood up immediately without any hesitation.

It was as if Fang Qingyu's words were an inviolable command to him.

He looked at Fang Qingyu again, then stretched out his massive, mountain-like hand, palm up, his voice softening slightly but still booming like thunder: "Your time is short, please come up to my shoulder. I'll take you away from here; they can't catch me."

Fang Qingyu was taken aback upon hearing this and subconsciously turned his head.

I want to see how Master Zhunti will react.

However, in the instant he turned his head...
The Taoist Zhunti, who had been standing not far from him, had vanished without a trace.

A chill instantly shot up from Fang Qingyu's tailbone.

He abruptly turned his head back to look in the direction of Kuafu.

Suddenly, the figure of Zhunti Daoist appeared, hovering directly in front of Kuafu's enormous head, only a few feet away from his brow.

He still had that expressionless look.

But the aura emanating from him.
It has already been raised to several levels again.

He didn't look at Fang Qingyu, but stared directly into Kuafu's enormous eyes, which were like lakes. His voice was calm as it reached the ears of Fang Qingyu and Kuafu: "The one destined for calamity has already been promised to be escorted by this humble Daoist. Kuafu, your duty is to guard the entrance to the forbidden area. This is no longer a place for you. Go back."

Kuafu's enormous head twitched slightly.

His gaze didn't even glance at Zhunti, who was right in front of him; it remained firmly fixed on Fang Qingyu.

It seems they are waiting for his final decision.

His silent and resolute posture showed that he would only listen to Fang Qingyu's wishes.

Upon seeing this, Zhunti slowly turned his head.

For the first time, those deep, starry eyes truly landed on Fang Qingyu's face.

In an instant.

Fang Qingyu felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, and the surrounding air became incredibly thick.

This is a terrifying pressure that far exceeds any previous crisis.

It was a silent warning to Fang Qingyu.

Every word he utters next could have unpredictable consequences.

Rejecting Kuafu might only mean losing a powerful ally. But if one were to deny Zhunti now, this seemingly gentle sage might very well attack without hesitation in the next second.

When a saint gets angry, millions of people will die.

It's not just a legend.

The atmosphere once again fell into extreme silence and oppression.

It was even worse than when they were surrounded by powerful figures earlier.

All eyes were on Fang Qingyu, awaiting his decision.

Kuafu remained silent, Zhunti stared intently, and the other powerful beings watched coldly.
However, at this suffocating moment...

A strange expression suddenly appeared on Fang Qingyu's face.

He first looked at the enormous, mountain-like Kuafu with a determined gaze, then at the icy-cold Zhunti floating in the air. After that, he actually shook his head slightly and chuckled.

"Ah"

The soft laugh sounded particularly abrupt in the deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned, including Zhunti, whose usually calm eyes showed a faint hint of surprise.

I don't understand why this young man is laughing at this moment.

Fang Qingyu made no attempt to explain, and the laughter quickly subsided.

His gaze fell once again on Kuafu's enormous eyes.

Then, under the slightly narrowed gaze of Zhunti, and under the curious or puzzled gazes of all the powerful beings around him, Fang Qingyu gently shook his head at Kuafu.

The meaning of this action is self-evident.

Almost the very next second after Fang Qingyu finished shaking his head.

Kuafu moved.

The giant hand, which had been outstretched, moved with a speed completely disproportionate to its enormous size, reaching forward like a phantom and scooping up Fang Qingyu, who was standing on the leaf. The movement seemed rough, but in reality, it gently and steadily placed Fang Qingyu on its broad, flat right shoulder.

"go!"

Kuafu let out a deep roar.

The sound waves spread outwards as if they were tangible, causing the blood and qi of some weaker cultivators to churn.

Without pausing, he slammed his massive feet into the ground, unleashing terrifying power, and his enormous body charged headlong into the depths of the swamp.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With each step, the earth shook and mountains trembled, and vast swamps were torn away by the terrifying force, leaving behind huge craters.

Kuafu disregarded the energy expenditure and pushed his speed to the limit.

It was as if they wanted to leave this entire world behind.

"Stop him!"

"Go away!"

"Leave those who are destined for disaster behind!"

It wasn't until Kuafu had run hundreds of feet away that the powerful beings, who had been stunned by this sudden turn of events, finally reacted, and a chorus of angry shouts and roars filled the air.

A series of streaks of light, each a different color and imbued with terrifying power, instantly lit up.

Like stars falling, they raced after the direction in which Kuafu had fled.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Meanwhile, Zhunti Daoist, still suspended in place, watched Kuafu's rapidly receding figure and Fang Qingyu standing on his shoulder, his robes fluttering in the wind.

For the first time, a clear shadow fell over his usually expressionless face, and his complexion turned completely dark.

But he didn't chase after them immediately.

Instead, he slowly turned his head and cast his gaze toward a seemingly empty void to his side and behind him.

The voice spoke coldly:

"Senior brother, how long are you going to hide?"

The words fell.

The void rippled like water, and three figures slowly emerged from it.

The first one was an old man with an air of otherworldly wisdom, holding a jade ruler.

He was accompanied by a boy and a girl.

And those who can be called senior brothers by the Daoist Zhunti
There can only be one of them.

The Guide Daoist looked at Zhunti's gloomy face, a complex and unreadable expression appearing on his own face, which finally turned into a long sigh: "Alas, junior brother, fate is predetermined, and cause and effect are cyclical. Why do you continue to be so stubbornly deluded?"

Upon hearing his senior brother's words, Zhunti's gloomy expression did not dissipate.

Instead, a mocking sneer curled at the corner of his lips. He flicked his whisk lightly, his tone resolute as he retorted, "Senior brother, you keep saying you're stubbornly clinging to your delusions."

"Have you ever considered that it's possible that you might be the one who is truly deluded, unable to see the grand trend of the world, and willingly does all the work for others?"

Having said that, he didn't wait for the guide to speak again.

Zhunti suddenly waved the whisk in his hand in all directions.

"Om-!"

The surrounding scenery began to change wildly.

The boundless swamp forest, the pervasive multicolored miasma, and the numerous streaks of light that pursued them.
Everything is fading and disappearing at a rapid pace.

Instead, there is a vast and boundless void.

Countless stars, like diamonds, were set on the black curtain, emitting light that was sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

The ground beneath their feet also turned into nothingness.

In an instant, Zhunti used his supreme divine power to forcibly pull the Guide Daoist and his attendant into a separate starry sky domain.

The Taoist Zhunti stood in the center of the starry sky, and his body began to radiate a hazy and holy light.

He gazed at the indifferent-faced Jieyin, his voice echoing in the endless starry sky, tinged with a hint of sorrow:
“Senior brothers, you can calmly accept your inevitable demise, and you are willing to sacrifice everything for that illusory blessing in the afterlife. This is your path, your compassion.”

But please don't forget, there's still a most simple and honest saying in the world.

"Every man for himself—heaven and earth will punish him!"

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Kuafu was carrying Fang Qingyu on his shoulder, running wildly through the strangely shaped Mirage Dragon Swamp.

His speed was so fast that the scenery on both sides turned into a blurry streak of light.

The immense wind pressure forcibly tore a path through the miasma ahead.

Fang Qingyu stood firmly on Kuafu's shoulder, as steady as a rock.

He strained his eyes, gazing at the distorted scene ahead that seemed to have no end.

But in his mind, everything that had just happened was being processed at lightning speed.

And some fragmented information that Kuafu passed on to him.

Suddenly, Fang Qingyu seemed to have thought of a crucial question.

He looked down at Kuafu's profile, which was as steep as a mountain wall, and his voice still carried clearly in the howling wind: "I have a question."

"Is this world we are in now, this so-called primordial wilderness, merely a segment of history captured by the Primordial Martial Arts Arena? Or is there something else entirely here?"

This was a problem that had troubled Fang Qingyu for a long time.

Although the historical spirits of the previous world were ethereal, one could ultimately sense their projection relationship with real history.

But this world, whether it was Zhunti or those powerful beings from before, all felt too real to him.

It's so real that it seems to have a completely independent will and demands.

It goes far beyond the scope of projection.

Kuafu's running pace did not slow down in the slightest.

His voice, like muffled thunder, resonated directly in Fang Qingyu's heart, carrying an ancient and weathered feel: "The long river of history? No. Your Excellency, this is not a simple fragment of history."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

Then he gave an answer that shocked Fang Qingyu.

"This place was created by His Majesty Emperor Fuxi, in conjunction with many sages, at the end of time and space, by capturing a wisp of the true primordial energy from the beginning of heaven and earth, integrating it with all the myriad paths, and expending endless effort to create this unique illusory realm!"

"It is an illusion, because it exists by relying on the primordial wall, and is not a complete world."

"But it is also real."

"Because the core of this place is that primordial source from the beginning of creation."

"All things here, including those you see, though not all of their original form, are manifestations of true spirituality based on that wisp of origin."

"They possess a will and power almost identical to the original beings; their actions, their choices, their struggles are all real!"

Fang Qingyu heard this.

A chill ran from the bottom of my heart straight to the top of my head.

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Not the river of history!? (End of Chapter)