Chapter 1303: We Are All the Dust of History

Author: A Three-Hundred-Pound SmileCategory:Last Updated: 2020/09/07Chapter Word Count: 5286

Waiting for natural development to reach ten billion years in the future would be an extremely long process.

Xu Zhi decided to follow Nu Yi's suggestion and directly transform this universe to resemble what it would be like ten billion years in the future.

How would he achieve this transformation?

By attaining the Dao!

He could simply attain the Dao sequentially, based on the current general structure of the greater universe.

He didn't need the sequential password of the Great Dao map.

Why would he need to know the sequence? He only needed to attain it.

After all, no two universes were truly alike.

When the people of the Longevity World awoke in the distant "future," they wouldn't know the truth; they would genuinely believe they had arrived ten billion years later.

"As for each era, the Longevity World will send out beings like Zhi Ji to study the times. This is the trickiest problem."

Xu Zhi rested his chin in his hand, "Creating a false, virtual mirror for them to see is certainly possible... but it must also be close to reality."

Surprisingly, Xu Zhi also had a perfect solution.

He could ask Zhi Ji about her general life experiences and what each era would be like. Then, he could use magic to show the venturing saint an environment that would appear real to them.

"Who could know if they were living in a virtual dream?"

Xu Zhi shook his head, suddenly sighing, "The people of the Longevity World in this universe would never in a million years imagine that the universe had already become fake from the moment they entered the Longevity World and went into slumber... They thought a long one hundred million years had passed, but in reality, they hadn't..."

"The moment they fell asleep, I called in the construction crew to renovate this cosmic stage. When they open their eyes again, they can perform the next act on this stage play...."

Xu Zhi gave a half-smile.

He felt he was becoming increasingly proficient as the mastermind behind the scenes.

However, it was impossible for the beings in the Longevity World to completely fail to perceive changes in the outer universe. This, of course, required Xu Zhi to block their perceptions, which, as the Insectoid Mother Queen, he could easily do.

"Go prepare," the God of Destruction said. "Go find a group of geniuses capable of attaining the Dao. There should be many in the Heavenly Sound Dao Sect."

"Yes," Nu Yi nodded.

Nu Yi nodded, "It should be completed in about one hundred million years... However, Your Highness, I have some doubts...."

The God of Destruction looked at her and said, "Significant changes have occurred in the structure of the outer universe. What is going to happen in the future of this real, greater universe outside is terrifying. I need to show you what will happen in the real universe's future, so you can be prepared."

Nu Yi's heart trembled, and she quickly nodded.

Outside, Xu Zhi also subtly extracted information about the trends and minor turning points of various eras from Zhi Ji.

The number of saints born in Xu Zhi's simulated ten billion years was indeed quite small, only a little over a hundred thousand... This was far fewer than the great explosion era of the Longevity World phase.

One should know that the Longevity World's outburst produced two million saints...

It was evident that an era of cosmic ascendancy would suddenly erupt and then conclude, never forming gradually.

However, the scarcity in numbers also made it convenient for Xu Zhi to attain the Dao and modify the environment.

"These ten billion years are meaningless in my eyes... I don't need to waste time or deduce anything because reality has already emerged. I can simply transform the cosmic environment according to that reality." Xu Zhi took a deep breath, "Now, let's fill about sixty percent of the Great Dao seats."

"What's the use of time passing quickly in this small universe? It's all fake; it can only be used as a means to deduce the future."

While Xu Zhi was conversing with Nu Yi, Zhi Weng and Ku Xiu were engaged in a full-scale battle. Their hidden forces were truly terrifying, and the two sides fought for ten years.

Blood flowed like rivers.

Their battle was even more intense and terrifying than before.

This was because it was a gathering place for true geniuses, monstrous talents capable of overwhelming countless saints alone!

The great battle raged for a long time, and Zhi Weng, who controlled space, finally survived. However, he failed to kill Ku Xiu, who controlled time.

Ku Xiu escaped, severely wounded.

"Your Highness, should we..." A saint hesitated, wanting to eradicate the problem completely.

"He cannot be caught. We all wield the strongest rules; defeating is easy, but killing is too difficult." Zhi Weng calmly shook his head, not pursuing. Instead, with his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed into the distance, "As the defeated, it's truly pathetic that Ku Xiu, despite mastering time, will grow old and die within its flow..."

The remaining saints, bathed in blood, remained silent.

Mastering time, yet unable to achieve eternity, because they were bound by the "longevity" rule.

"Let us enter the Longevity World," Zhi Weng said. "We don't need to concern ourselves with him. We are heading towards a distant future, while he can only live in this era, awaiting his final demise..."

"In later records, people might perhaps believe that Ku Xiu was the true victor."

"Because after we fall into slumber and cross over to the distant future, he will control this era, once again becoming the sole hegemon... living out his final, brilliant, and spectacular mythological life."

Zhi Weng closed his eyes, "But he is merely an era's hegemon in a cosmic fragment of time, while I am moving towards eternity... I cannot and do not wish to completely annihilate him. I will give him a perfect exit; it would be a pity to our past as fellow Daoists."

All paths of cultivation were bloody and solitary.

In their eyes, there were almost no truly trustworthy fellow Daoists or companions.

Only all former adversaries, respected enemies...

But they too eventually fell, leaving only oneself, standing at the end of time.

"In the end, do I not even have enemies left?"

He slowly closed his eyes and, step by step, walked towards the Longevity World, his figure gradually fading, "The eleven of you remain. Nine of you may reside within. In the future, I promise the nine of you a divine position in chaos, Dao Eleven."

The surrounding saints, bathed in blood, looked ghastly.

They exchanged glances, a glimmer of fierce intent flashing in their eyes.

On the Chaos Ship.

Xu Zhi finished watching everything, then suddenly looked at Zhi Ji, who was still pouring tea for him, and caressed her hair, smiling, "It hasn't been easy for you either."

Zhi Ji was momentarily stunned.

Xu Zhi couldn't very well say that he had begun deducing the future because of her worries, could he?

He simply couldn't help but sigh; reality was so cruel and bloody, a terrifying dark forest.

Indeed, the nine individuals of the Longevity Dao Palace were not naturally that number; they were the final victors who had undergone a second round of mutual slaughter, and Zhi Ji was one of those nine victors at the time.

No wonder Zhi Ji, upon witnessing this scene in her era, felt her life's efforts had been in vain... Her belief system would completely collapse, making her question the meaning of her previous life, leading to such self-abandonment.

"In this world, there is inherently no right or wrong," Xu Zhi said.

Xu Zhi picked up a cup of tea and looked at the sky above the Sea of Chaos, which was a pure, clean, hazy gray. "The more one sees history, the more one understands, and the more one realizes there is no pure good or evil. Everyone has their own stance, and all seekers of the Dao merely pursue the ultimate peak of the universe's landscape."

"Everyone is but dust in history, including you and me," Zhi Ji also smiled.