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

Before leaving the Dharma Boat, Shen Moyan placed a six-sense firefly next to Xu Mingxuan.

When Tianhai fell, although he did not completely retrieve all the fireflies he had placed throughout the county, some were left behind.

After Shen Moyan crushed Xu Mingxuan's brain-corpse gu, which was trying to control him, he secretly hid the Six Senses Firefly inside the gu's corpse.

Fortunately, Xu Mingxuan did not remove the corpse of the Gu worm.

Otherwise, Shen Moyan really wouldn't know how to locate the Dharma Boat.

As for how he overtook Xu Mingxuan, who was flying at full speed, it was naturally due to the scarlet blue cloud wings behind him.

"Cough cough..."

Blood and foam flew from Shen Moyan's mouth; his magical power was exhausted, and his vision was blurred.

The concentrated explosion of those 270,000 Fire Melting Beads was truly terrifying. Even with the shield bestowed upon him by True Monarch Qingmu, he still suffered some aftershocks and was nearly killed.

Fortunately, he had already obtained the Dao Fruit of the Nascent Soul stage.

In the palm of his hand, a point of chaotic light was slowly rotating, absorbing and releasing unimaginable, boundless spiritual energy and the essence of the souls of all living beings.

It may seem tiny, but it is as if it is the center of the whole world.

Shen Moyan could feel the terrifying power contained within it more and more. It was an allure that was close to the laws of origin, as if he could grasp the cycle of life and death with just a touch.

However, just before his fingertips touched that radiant light, the distant Wild Goose Formation True Lord seemed to sense something and suddenly let out a deafening roar:

"How dare you, you coward!"

A highly condensed divine thought, filled with his boundless rage, pierced through layers of space like an invisible poisonous thorn, striking Shen Moyan directly in the back of the heart!

At the same time, countless fine, spiderweb-like dark red runes appeared around the fruit, which was the final restriction set up by True Monarch Yanzhen.

Now fully activated, it transforms into a cage that envelops the Dao Fruit layer by layer, curbing the ambitions of those who covet it!

"Biyang's stuff..."

Gao Sheng and the other True Lords used their supernatural powers to disperse the white mist and saw Shen Moyan in the center of their line of sight.

With the Dao Fruit restriction automatically protecting its master in front and the True Monarch's furious attack behind, Shen Moyan was instantly plunged into an unprecedented deadly predicament.

With nowhere to retreat, Shen Moyan could only grit his teeth, activate his Azure Cloud Wings, and fly upwards to avoid the divine attacks of the True Monarchs.

"He... is just a Transcendent Realm cultivator?"

Just as Shen Moyan's figure, like a shooting star against the current, surged headlong into the depths of Qingyun.

The cultivators who had escaped the aftershocks and were struggling to survive, almost in despair, witnessed this scene.

The cultivators were taken aback at first, then erupted in a roar like a tsunami!

"good!!"

A white-haired, white-bearded cultivator in tattered robes slapped his thigh, his eyes flashing with an almost manic light, and roared hoarsely:

"By what right! By what right do you, True Lord Yanzhen, have the authority to decide our lives?! Just because your cultivation is so high? Bullshit!"

This roar instantly ignited the humiliation and anger that had been suppressed for so long by fear and despair in everyone's hearts!

"Yes! Why should we?!"

"So what if you're at the Gui Cang Realm? Go! Fellow Daoist! Take the Nascent Soul Dao Fruit with you!"

"Let him taste the bitterness of having all his hard work destroyed in an instant!"

They no longer cared who Shen Moyan was, where he came from, or what his purpose was.

At this moment, Shen Moyan's seemingly foolish act of snatching food from a tiger's mouth was seen by them as the greatest support for them, these ants.

It is the most direct and satisfying counterattack against the arrogant and condescending attitude of the Wild Goose Formation True Lord, who regards all living beings as worthless grass!

A fanatical atmosphere of shared hatred for the enemy spread among the survivors.

They were no longer just desperate victims, but became enthusiastic viewers and supporters of Shen Moyan's comeback.

Despite their own exhaustion, they used their last strength to gather their hoarse shouts, their remaining faint divine thoughts, and even their most vicious curses against the Wild Goose Formation True Lord into an invisible force, which they then unleashed upon the figure who departed carrying the Dao Fruit.

"Seize the Dao Fruit!"

"Tear his dream of becoming a god shattered!"

"Fly up! Run towards the sky!"

"Fly! Fly into the sky!"

The clamorous sound seemed to transform into a tangible driving force.

Although it could not directly help Shen Moyan resist the True Lord's divine power, it condensed into a mighty torrent of will in this world soaked in blood and fire.

This torrent washed away the fear and gloom cast by the Wild Goose Formation True Lord, and also added a touch of tragic grandeur to Shen Moyan's solitary flight.

"Don't let that kid get away!" Gao Sheng roared.

How can we tolerate this!

His painstaking plan was ruined by this kid's sword and kick!

"Damn it! How could he be so fast!?"

"What kind of flying artifact is behind him? How can it unleash such terrifying speed?!"

Many True Lords unleashed their supernatural powers, unleashing a torrent of violent magic as they pursued Shen Moyan.

High in the sky, Shen Moyan's consciousness was blurred due to the severity of his injuries, and his figure swayed uncertainly in the violent vortex of spiritual energy, but he always maintained a precise general direction.

He practiced the "Scripture of Detachment from All Forms" and broke free from a series of mental control methods employed by the True Lord.

He was like a fish swimming against the current, skillfully avoiding the most deadly energy turbulence.

"The remaining true blood should be enough to buy a chance to escape." Shen Moyan had a blood gourd tied around his waist, with a few drops of true blood still inside.

"We still need to save some true blood to break the restrictions on the Dao Fruit, otherwise everything will be meaningless..."

It flew higher and higher.

Below, there stands a colossal tree reaching for the sky.

The surging sea.

The figures of the cultivators, as tiny as ants, gradually blurred.

As he pierced through the clouds, his vision began to be filled with a grander, more primal scene.

"That is..."

The outline of a huge stone tablet could be vaguely seen in front of him.

It is formed from countless flowing ancient runes and Daoist principles, exuding a vast and majestic aura, as if it were the starting point of all cultivation paths and the embodiment of the laws.

That is a rubbing of the Origin Preaching Stele.

Just as Shen Moyan's mind swayed slightly as he sensed the vastness of the monument's shadow, he further transcended the boundaries of this law.

Without warning, a throbbing sensation from the depths of his soul made him freeze.

It was not an attack from True Lord Yanzhen or any other True Lord, nor from any cultivator.

The once clear sky above was instantly swallowed up by endless black clouds!

The clouds were thick as ink, swirling and pressing down, as if the weight of the entire sky had been concentrated there, carrying a cold, ruthless, and terrifying will to judge all things.

Boom—!

A bolt of lightning, its color indescribable, transcended sound and light, as if it had existed since the beginning of time.

With the majesty to purify all rebellion and punish all transgression, He struck Shen Moyan with perfect precision!

At this moment, all of Shen Moyan's calculations and methods seemed pale and powerless in the face of the thunder that represented the laws of heaven and earth.

The storage ring in his hand was completely destroyed, all his magical treasures crumbled into dust, and the Azure Cloud Wings behind him were utterly ruined, their feathers falling off, disintegrating, and turning into ashes.

His protective magic vanished instantly like bubbles, and intense pain engulfed every inch of his flesh and soul, as if trying to completely erase any trace of his existence.

An unprecedented feeling of weakness and detachment washed over Shen Moyan, and he suddenly remembered Xu Mingxuan's words:

That's a stone rubbing of the "Origin Preaching Stele"... Never fly higher than it in the county town, or divine punishment will descend.

Shen Moyan surpassed the Preaching Stele, and this rebellious act brought about merciless divine punishment.

"Haha...it seems that in this life...destiny is truly not on my side."

Shen Moyan gave a bitter laugh. A few strands of Heavenly Demon True Blood clung to his mangled body, which prevented him from being completely annihilated.

Like a puppet with its strings cut, or a bird whose feathers have been torn off by a gale.

He plummeted rapidly from the summit of the clouds down to the murky ocean and the shattered earth below.

"He fell!"

"The Dao Fruit of Transformation is on him!"

"Haha, a mere mortal dares to covet the Dao Fruit of the Divine Transformation?" True Monarch Yanrong laughed.

Amidst the dizzying spin, all that remained in my ears was the howling wind and the lingering echoes of thunder that seemed to still reverberate between heaven and earth.

On his deathbed, he took one last look at this land.

Beneath the azure clouds, the earth's veins and terrain rise and fall, and the vast ocean stirs the eight directions.

In the blink of an eye, there was a stone rubbing of the Preaching Stele in front of him.

Looking at the totem of a sparrow with its wings missing, Shen Moyan's expression froze.

Suddenly, he remembered the record in the "Records of Mountains and Seas":

[Amidst the mockery of the birds in the sky, Afan reluctantly plummeted from the heavens.]

The sea where it fell is called Kongsang Sea.

Shen Moyan recalled the map of Langya Prefecture that he had seen in the Construction Department.

Cangwu Prefecture and Langya Prefecture are adjacent to each other, and the Shiwan Mountains in the east of Langya Prefecture are rugged and uneven.

However, if we reverse the terrain and eliminate the influence of the terrain after the battles of cultivators in history, we can return to the ancient period.

The Ten Thousand Mountains is a plateau.

When Afan fell into the Kongsang Sea, the mortal kingdom he was swept towards was the Ten Thousand Mountains!

This place, the spot where Shen Moyan fell, is the birthplace of the legend of the Preaching Stele.

The present-day Kongsang County and the ancient Kongsang Sea.

It was originally one place.

"Through twists and turns, the world has changed..."

Shen Moyan smiled as he fell.

It turns out that the once ethereal myths are actually so close to me.

Now, above the clouds.

Shen Moyan's mangled remains.

The fallen feathered sparrow on the stone tablet totem.

At this moment, the two times overlapped.