Immortal Dao is dead, I am the mastermind behind it all.

Several months later, Shen Moyan unexpectedly encountered a group of relatively normal cultivators on the boundless sea of ​​light.

These people wore robes adorned with patterns of countless beasts and rode various magnificent and extraordinary birds and beasts. The elder in the lead exuded a profound aura and was a beast cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage.

Relying on the secret methods of the immortal lineage, their minds were closely connected with the beasts beneath their feet. They used the beasts' animalistic nature to neutralize some of the mutated spiritual energy's corrosive influence, barely maintaining their rationality.

"Young friend, are you still clear-headed? Come up quickly!"

When the Nascent Soul beast cultivator saw Shen Moyan, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. With a flick of his sleeve, a gentle force pulled him onto the back of a giant azure phoenix.

"Thank you for your help, senior!" Shen Moyan quickly expressed his gratitude.

"Alas, with the apocalypse upon us, as fellow immortal cultivators, we should help each other."

The old man sighed, then rode his blue phoenix and led his group to fly swiftly in the opposite direction from the black sun.

Sitting on the back of the Azure Phoenix, looking down below.

The land was shattered, war raged everywhere, the once paradise was reduced to scorched earth, and cultivators fought each other in a brutal and tragic manner.

Shen Moyan felt neither sadness nor joy, but always felt that something was missing.

They flew like this for several years, traversing countless broken continents and islands, and the mutated spiritual energy around them became increasingly dense.

Suddenly one day, a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were created, came from the highest heavens.

The entire mountain and sea realm was trembling violently.

Everyone looked up in horror.

Beside the high-hanging black sun, an unimaginably huge pillar of heaven, its surface engraved with countless profound Dao patterns, was tearing through layers of space and falling from the sky with unstoppable force!

With its arrival, the density of the mutated spiritual energy around it increased exponentially.

"What is that?!" the members of the Beast Taming Holy Sect exclaimed in surprise.

The speed at which the Heavenly Pillar fell was faster than thought could comprehend, swiftly leaping across the vast and boundless sea of ​​light.

"Oh no! Run!"

The Nascent Soul Beast Cultivator's expression changed drastically as he frantically urged the Azure Phoenix to avoid the encroaching storm.

But it was too late.

The Heavenly Pillar, carrying the supreme power to crush all realms, passed by the boundless sea of ​​light.

The boundless sea of ​​light shattered into pieces like fragile glass the instant the pillar of heaven swept past.

A few days later, it eventually transformed into four relatively independent vast sea areas.

"The Vast Sea, the Shattered Star Sea, the Void Sea, the Twilight Sea..."

Shen Moyan was protected by the protective light shield of the Beast Taming Holy Sect and was lucky to survive, but witnessing this scene shocked him beyond measure.

"This is the reason why the four seas were formed in later generations..."

Merely passing by, the dissipated ripples shattered the boundless sea of ​​light into four pieces.

In the distance, the Heavenly Pillar has fallen to the ground.

Standing tall and reaching the heavens, piercing through the earth.

The shockwave from the fall had not yet subsided; the seas churned and the earth's veins groaned.

An indescribable sense of sorrow overwhelmed Shen Moyan's mind.

That was a mournful cry.

Heaven is crying out in despair!

A cold sensation landed on Shen Moyan's forehead.

He trembled slightly and raised his head.

A blanket of pure white drifted down silently.

It's snow.

It started snowing.

This is not ordinary winter snow; this snow is icy cold and contains an indescribable sorrow.

The world was desolate.

Only the light of the distant monument stood out starkly against the snow-covered backdrop, appearing utterly out of place.

Shen Moyan reached out and caught a snowflake.

The snowflakes didn't melt in his palm; instead, they stung like needles.

This thought...this feeling...

Shen Moyan's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an icy hand!

It's exactly the same!

The same state of mind he felt back then in the lower plane of Daqi!

"Snowflakes fall from the sky! A sign of the collapse of the Dao!"

Those disciples of the Beast Taming Saint Sect who dodged the fluctuations turned ashen-faced.

"It's the Fate Masters! Four Fate Masters have fallen!!" The Nascent Soul Realm elder sensed the grief of his pet beast, the Azure Phoenix.

"What?! The Fate Master has fallen?!"

The disciples beside him were struck dumb upon hearing this.

The God of Fate is a supreme being who holds the power over heaven and earth and is almost immortal!

They are the cornerstones that sustain the mountains and seas. The fall of even one God of Destiny is a cataclysmic calamity, but the fall of four Gods of Destiny...

That would be the end of the world.

Shen Moyan saw that under the dark sun that hung high above everything, four colors began to light up on the pillar of heaven.

Purple, white, red, and blue—four distinct colors—and a vast, boundless aura of Daoist energy began to flicker intensely.

The snow-covered landscape stretches endlessly, and heaven and earth grieve together.

The light emanating from the inscription, against the backdrop of pure white, did not appear sacred; instead, it exuded an indescribable glare and eeriness.

Shen Moyan's pupils dilated violently as the subsequent cultivation methods of the "Scripture of Detachment from All Forms" were gradually being completed in his mind.

The Sutra of Detachment from All Forms has been completed up to the Guicang chapter and has been added to the bookmark.

This is a hidden barrier!

In later generations, the practice of the Dao was widely disseminated, which is a phenomenon of the Dao being obscured!

That distant pillar is the Origin Preaching Monument!

"What kind of path is this...?"

Sensing the aura of the Heavenly Pillar, countless pieces of information flooded into his mind. The Beast Taming Sect member on the Azure Phoenix's back had wide, trembling eyes and murmured:

"Xian Dao..."

Suddenly, a unique cultivation technique appeared in each of their minds.

"Gathering Qi, Transcending Mortality, Purple Mansion, Returning to the Source, Tribulation Techniques..."

"This is the supreme path! A supreme path comparable to the immortal path!"

"Purple Mansion? I remember that's the unique cultivation technique of the first Human Emperor, Ziwei Siming. Why is it on there?"

"To cultivate the Dao, one needs to kill immortal cultivators?"

"Using immortal cultivators as ginseng can accelerate cultivation progress and accumulate Dao essence?"

The Beast Taming Sect members on Qingluan looked at each other, their killing intent rising.

Shen Moyan sighed inwardly, realizing something was wrong. He quickly activated his innate divine power to quell the disturbance. After time resumed, he heard the sounds of fighting rising and falling behind him.

Four beams of light burst forth from the Heavenly Pillar, illuminating the four seas. Newly born Daoist cultivators sprang up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, engaging in fierce battles with the remnants of the old Immortal Dao. The process of changing the lineage of the Dao in the world was advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the wilderness, Shen Moyan stood amidst the wind and snow, coldly observing the transition between the old and new eras, his heart as cold as ice.

He stared intently at the monument, his gaze seemingly trying to pierce through the halo of order and see its very core essence.

"The God of Fate has fallen..."

"I see……"

A cold, cruel truth, yet one that perfectly explained all the mysteries, surfaced in his mind.

"This is not a monument to preaching at all..."

"This is... a tombstone!"

"It is that black sun in the sky, the tombstone erected by the Xuanhuang Emperor... for the era he personally ended, for the four fallen Fate Masters!"

Why can the Preaching Stele spread the word?

Because it carries and formats the Taoist heritage that was killed and plundered in the old era!

It shattered, reassembled, and limited the Dao and laws of destiny, turning them into cultivation methods that could be practiced by later generations!

This is a new order built upon the corpses of the old era!

"Wait, four? Aren't there five Fate Masters in total?"

Shen Moyan felt something was strange.

"In the Five-Colored Celestial Realm, there are five Deities of Fate. The current Preaching Stele only has four colors: purple, red, blue, and white."

"Where did the blue go?"

"Or rather, where did Qingming Siming go? Did he not die?"