I am a living immortal.

If the times fail, they will completely exit the stage.

It was still the same ancient temple on the green hill, still the same small shrine, and still the two dozing young monks. Nearly a hundred years had passed, yet the faces of these two young monks bore no trace of the passage of time. They slept soundly, leaning against the doorway, the thump-thump-thump of wooden fishes pounding in their ears.

Suddenly, the two little faces wrinkled in their sleep, and then their bodies shook and they woke up in shock.

The two men pushed open the door of the small temple with exclamations: "Oh no, oh no, a catastrophe, a catastrophe! Master, we..."

Before they could finish their words, their voices abruptly stopped. The Buddha statue, revered for generations, opened its eyes, its pupils a golden lotus mark, gazing at the two. Their master was nowhere to be seen. The Buddha statue—no, this very Buddha—radiated a gentle golden light.

But the moment they saw this Buddha, their frightened expressions calmed down.

"I'm so empty, so confused, why don't you wake up?"

The Buddha's words fell upon the two novices, and golden lines spread from their necks to their bodies. It was Sanskrit, the Great Space and Great Thought Sutra.

Empty, just a dream.

When lost, the shadows chase across thousands of mountains; after enlightenment, the stars flow backwards.

This body was not created by me, I will cross the ocean as fate dictates.

I opened my mouth to say something but had forgotten it, as the breeze blew through the scripture hall.

Yes, yes, don’t forget, don’t forget.

Praise be to the Wonderful Void Tathagata. The two novice monks clasped their hands together, and then a golden light led them to the unity of the fruition, the Buddha returned, and ascended to the heavens.

.........

In a cave hidden by a large formation, an old man sat cross-legged in mid-air, holding a brush stained with golden-red dye, and under his feet was a scroll of alchemy book dozens of meters long, with various characters densely written on it.

Suddenly, the old man looked up and subconsciously placed the final stroke on the red book. Instantly, the characters danced and leaped, shouting in unison: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The old man laughed heartily upon seeing this scene and said, "Alright! Let's fight!"

The old man jumped up from mid-air, and tens of thousands of characters shot up into the sky, continuously forming large formations.

"The word 'war' returns! The God-killing formation."

"A thousand years of preparation, now is the day!"

"rise!!!"

.........

On a tranquil lake, an old man held a fishing rod, angling in the center. Beneath the surface, two black and white carp swam. A young man, arms folded, stood behind the old man.

"master……"

"This is the tenth time. I've told you so many times to stay calm and not be impatient. Look at these fish, they've all been scared away by you, the traitor."

"Master, you have to consider the occasion when fishing. It's quite late now."

"You're the only one nagging." Shen Qiu said dissatisfiedly.

But at this moment, the fishing rod in his hand shook. Unexpectedly, the two black and white carp took the hook at the same time. Shen Qiu then slowly said, "Isn't it time?"

Instantly, the two carp transformed into yin and yang energies, circling around Shen Qiu. "When yin and yang met, all things were born. When heaven and earth were first created, the Tao was established."

"Lin Yuan, let's go!"

As he spoke, the yin and yang energies converged in his palms, merging continuously. Shen Qiu squeezed them with all his might, and within a breath, the light of creation burst forth from his hands, reflecting an entire world. At this moment, Shen Qiu's aura continued to rise, breaking free from its shackles.

The day of enlightenment is the day to slay gods!

.........

At the same time, in Cangze Mountain.

A man dressed as a woodcutter walked the mountains again and again, touching every inch of the ground. Beasts often patrolled his side. The woodcutter looked up at the sky, and above that curtain was the battlefield. He simply watched, taking no action. He knew it wasn't the right time yet. He waited for an opportunity, a chance to join the fight.

At this time.

Above the sky, beyond time, a great seal streaked across the battlefield like a meteor. The pupils of the innate gods shrank as they tried to stop it, but the seal sent them flying back several miles, causing them to vomit blood.

The speed of the seal did not slow down, it penetrated the curtain of the world and landed in front of Taihong.

A brilliant sound rang in my ears.

"Imperial decree, Taihong, the mountain god of Cangze Mountain, to attack the sky immediately."

"Taihong will obey the Holy Lord's order."

The moment he took over the seal, the woodcutter's appearance changed. Dressed in a dark robe, he became the god of Cangze Mountain and the Lord of the Underworld.

At the deepest point of Cangze Mountain, a bronze gate quietly opened. Ghostly energy swept through, beasts roared, and countless ghosts were released. Taihong had listened to Su Mu's advice, gradually deepening his faith and building the underworld, and the results have been remarkable so far.

He cooperated with Yue Lian and other ghost kings to create the current underworld based on the power of incense, which was subservient to all ghosts. And at this moment, the door separating Yin and Yang was opened.

The reason was just because of an imperial decree.

Although the ghost path is only just beginning to emerge in this era, and is not as strong as humans, demons, gods, immortals, Buddhas, and devils, the initial emergence of a path under such circumstances is still considered special. Although the power is not great, it can still contribute a lot.

Taihong rides a giant tiger, leads hundreds of beasts, and thousands of ghosts to attack the sky.

More and more powerful independent cultivators responded to the challenge. The two sides wrestled endlessly in the heavens. This war rippled through the present, past, and future. It could be said that the scale of this war had completely surpassed previous imaginations.

Not only did the people of this era discover they weren't fighting alone. The world held far more powerful beings hidden than they'd imagined. Even more surprising, some of the returning innate gods had actually turned against them. This was something the inhabitants of this era couldn't comprehend, yet it happened nonetheless.

The moves made in the past were now paying off. Whether it was Dang Kang and his group, Taotie, Siming, or a handful of the innate gods, whether due to their original plans, or because their paths diverged from those envisioned by Di Jun, or simply because they felt the odds of success were greater in this era, for various reasons, this small group of innate gods chose to stand against the innate gods.

It wasn't a complete switch of sides. If it weren't for the benefits, the Innate Gods wouldn't be considered a single race. They each had their own paths, and their relationship wasn't as united as this being imagined.

If it weren't for the purpose of returning to the stage of history, the strength of one person alone would not be enough, and cooperation would be necessary, otherwise they would probably be fighting each other by now.

But for whatever reason.

With the addition of these innate gods, the battlefield shifted dramatically once again. The sky was completely shattered, and time itself was disrupted. Chaos had returned to the outer world. Even so, the situation remained grim. The innate gods possessed a depth unmatched by this era. Their ancient weapons could easily shred the immortal formations, the Buddha's light, and even the demon's body.