Wandao long distance

The Demon Prince is taking over Taiyi's body, and the process is in progress.

Meanwhile, the devil is also working on taking back the formless realm.

Zhu Fengdan and Chang Qin had no way to stop the demon and could only watch as the Formless Realm and even the entire Three Realms were taken away.

The formless realm is too dangerous for the devil. Only this thing can block the devil's evil thoughts and perception.

To the devil, as long as you hide within the cover of the formless realm, you are invisible and he cannot sense you at all.

Because there is no objective reality for the devil, he can see nothing except what his own mind can see.

Fortunately, the heart can perceive everything, so the devil’s perception ability is extremely powerful and terrifying.

After all, most people lead a relatively simple, primitive, chaotic, and dangerous unsheltered life. They expose their lives completely and have almost no privacy.

Not to mention the devil, even a random intelligence gathering agency can get all the information about a person's entire life. A hacker from an advanced civilization may be able to use some kind of central planning system as a basis to access all the confidential data of a country, allocate resources, make legislative suggestions, outline military strategies, and even manipulate a person's life or even the destiny of an entire country.

But after all, there are limitations. What the mind cannot perceive, he cannot see at all.

So just like there is an area that mortals cannot see, he always has a blind spot like the formless realm.

Fortunately, I finally got it back this time...

Wait, why can’t I take it back?

  Is there something in the formless realm?

In addition to the things, there are also people trying to stop the devil from taking away the formless realm.

"Wu Xian?" The demon immediately recognized who was stopping him.

"Oh, I've lost so many times against you, you should let me win once, right?" Wu Xian's voice came from the sky.

"Okay, how do you plan to win?" Tianmo said with a smile.

He already knew what happened.

Yes, Wu Xian has always been hiding in the formless realm.

In other words, the Wu Xian in the outside world is fake.

  Who is Wu Xian outside?

Oh, it's true, with a blind spot, anyone can plot against me.

"Tathagata, Tathagata, I was really reluctant to let you go. Look at Wu Xian, how can he compare with you? They have to rely on your shield to deal with me." The demon sighed.

"No, I'm still here. Can you please show some respect? After all, I'm a first-rank official." Wu Xian said.

The tone of voice between the two was like that of old friends.

But between words, the sky and earth had completely changed color.

From the perspective of Zhu Fengdan and Changqin, the universe around them had completely reversed.

Imagine a painting with a pen on it. Through a series of continuous horizontal motions, a series of geometric shapes of varying sizes begin to appear on the paper, centered on a uniform axis.

Only by concentrating fully can one keep up with the pen strokes, but one has no idea what those geometric shapes are describing.

Just by paying attention to the figures formed by the pen tip paintings, you can seem to see fragments of the cosmic map and see something moving before your eyes.

The laws of the universe, the laws of physics, and even the primacy of matter and mind all began to fluctuate, stepping, leaping, and dancing. Anyone who saw it could try to understand and identify those movements that were like the curves drawn by a flying bird. If they could understand them, even a mortal might be able to ascend to heaven on the spot.

But it is not so easy to understand, because these things are entangled with each other, suddenly appearing, and then disappearing in the blink of an eye. All previous observations are wasted and have to start all over again.

Zhu Fengdan was watching the battle, and just when he was concentrating, he felt his mind suddenly go blank.

He looked back blankly, as if he had slipped from somewhere and accidentally left some strange mental space.

There, he seemed to hear the sound of music in his heart, and saw the music stepping and drawing dancing lines there. In his heart, he followed the steps of the invisible dancers...

This gave him an indescribable illusion.

It’s like successfully solving a math problem or listening to a beautiful piece of music, and in this way you are in tune with the universe.

When a mortal who understands mathematics reads Maxwell's equations, he will be amazed at the subtlety of them. With just a few symbols, the entire electromagnetic theory is expressed in a concise, symmetrical, and perfect mathematical form. So far, all the complex electromagnetic phenomena in the macroscopic world are summarized in this set of equations, and no electromagnetic phenomenon can escape from this set of equations. Starting from this set of equations, all electromagnetic laws can be deduced, breaking through the laws of nature, making darkness disappear completely, and revealing the basic structure of the physical world with the most concentrated and concise mathematical language, containing the richest content.

And now, every footnote in the First-Class War, every one of those painted fragments, has this ability.

But... at the same time, we can see that these footnotes are conflicting.

It's like when we have Maxwell's equations, an anti-Maxwell's equation pops up. They conflict everywhere, and every point is completely opposite. They cannot accommodate each other. It is impossible for such equations to exist in the same world at the same time.

Just like a thing cannot be one and two at the same time.

This is a battle for the interpretation of the world.

A battle that transcends all magical powers and techniques, and is completely rooted in the Tao.

Who will win?

Zhu Fengdan didn’t know.

But he suddenly felt a little bored.

This war lasted too long, and except for the world and some independent heavens, other places have been basically completely annihilated, and the universe is almost in ruins.

In this state, new civilizations and intelligent life continue to be born, but they are destined to be born in a universe of ruins and are destined to never hear the great way.

After all, they are faced with the changing laws of the universe at all times, and if they are not careful even the foundation of their existence may collapse.

They were originally carbon-based organisms, but suddenly, the carbon-based laws of physics collapsed, and they naturally became collectively extinct.

Maybe one day the spirit energy will be revived, or maybe one day the world will change...

In such a turbulent universe, nothing can be born.

When will it end?

Even for a second-grade warrior, this battle lasted far too long.

Billions of years? Even a single encounter would take tens of trillions of years of subjective time.

And how many encounters are there?

Even the First-Rank War took that long.

After a long time, even though Shariputra had become a Buddha in the future and Huaguang Buddha had been born, there were still many first-level people who perished.

The vital energy decayed and various sects collapsed.

Is this kind of universe... really what the First-Class people want?

  Haotian, what are you thinking about?

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At this moment in Wushen Mountain.

Wu Geng was fortune-telling. In fact, among all the witches, Wu Geng was the best at fortune-telling.

It is recorded that "the diviner is in charge of the Three Changes to distinguish the names of the Nine Divinations. The names of the Nine Divinations are: one is Wu Geng, the second is Wu Xian, and the third is Wu Shi..."

As far as the skill of divination is concerned, Wu Geng is first and Wu Xian is second.

Next to him, Shua Cao was sitting properly.

The divination grass is a second-grade grass cultivated by Wu Xian. It specializes in divination. Its existence is actually similar to the Human Emperor Sword and the Cardinals of the Realms in the human world. It is a specialized second-grade grass.

When Li Qi and Zhu Fengdan stole the Desire Realm, it was Shucao who was in charge of guarding it. However, now Shucao is next to Wu Geng, so it can be imagined that the person who pretended to be Wu Xian before was Wu Geng.

The divination grass turned into a prototype and existed as a prop for divination, looking like a handful of ordinary grass leaves.

The witch held his breath and concentrated, took out the divination grass from his hand and counted the number, then divided them into three equal bunches. He first picked up a bunch with his left hand, and then picked them out in small bunches with his sensitive right fingertips, calculating the number as he picked them up.

After counting the number clearly, place the divination grasses aside until only a few leaves are left in your hand, and then hold them tightly between two fingers of your left hand.

After distributing the leaves of the divination grass according to the ritual used by the shamans, he immediately used the same procedure to deal with the remaining part.

After he put the counted divination grass aside, he went through them one by one again, pinching the remaining small part between two fingers. These fingers manipulated the leaves of the divination grass nimbly and skillfully, as if he was playing a well-trained, mastered, mysterious game with strict rules.

After he did this many times, there were only three small handfuls left. He read a hexagram from the numbers on these three handfuls and then wrote it down with a brush.

After receiving the hexagram, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and even the divination grass itself turned from emerald green to a somewhat withered yellow. But this was far from the end.

Then he went through the entire complex procedure again from beginning to end.

Until finally there were only three bundles of divination grass left, and the second "hexagram" was calculated.

These divination grasses fluttered in his hands like they were dancing, sometimes gathering together, sometimes exchanging positions, sometimes gathering into a bunch, sometimes scattering, and sometimes gathering together again, making faint, crisp collision sounds from time to time.

Divination is full of rhythm, floating and dancing like a ghost.

After each process was completed, Wu Geng would write down a hexagram based on the results obtained from the three bundles of divination grass.

In the end, this lasted for six times.

Finally, the yin and yang six lines are all obtained to form a hexagram, which is a symbol stacked into six rows and divided together.

At this time, the wizard who was sitting cross-legged on the reed mat collected the grass stems of the divination stick, put them back into the stick tube, and then stared at the hexagram drawn on the paper in silence for a long time.

At the moment when he was silent, yin and yang energies were swirling around him.

The yin and yang energies are evolving according to those hexagrams.

From the outside, it looks like a small world interwoven with black and white, light and darkness.

In the midst of pure white and inky black, there was a swaying golden body. The body flashed with wonderful light, like a rainbow with billions of colors on some spectrum.

Whenever this body emits a mysterious glow, the yin and yang energies will fluctuate violently, just like a stone thrown into the water.

"What does the hexagram indicate?" The divination grass was almost withered and the voice was extremely weak.

In her opinion, Wu Geng's divination is sometimes not just divination, but a kind of "definition".

The reason why his divination is accurate is not because he can calculate accurately, but because all possibilities will tend to be close to the results of his divination.

Moreover, this approach is "spontaneous", and does not require the manipulation of Wu Geng himself, nor does it require any guidance or layout. This is a possibility suppression that transcends the law of causality, and can even deprive other first-grade masters of their power of control to a certain extent.

Therefore, the results of Wu Geng's divination are rarely wrong.

Of course, Wu Geng himself did not admit it. He always believed that this was just divination, not manipulation.

"It's done." Wu Geng said.

Shucao let out a long sigh and then collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the little girl lying on the ground, Wu Geng waved his hand and sent her back to Wu Xian's cave, then looked towards the horizon.

Next, it’s Wu Xian’s turn.

And at this moment, the Demon Prince is taking over Taiyi's body.

The process of taking over Taiyi's body was too complicated for him and required a huge amount of energy. It was like sitting in an operating room to connect nerves, peeling out Taiyi's nerves bit by bit and then connecting them to his own body.

During this process, he not only has to bear the pressure of Taiyi, but also has to keep his attention at all times. Otherwise, if he makes a mistake, he will be attacked by Taiyi's body.

By then, death won’t be the solution.

It’s hard to even think about dying.

However, no matter what kind of suffering or torture he endured, the Demon Prince could persevere.

That's his paranoia.

As long as he masters Taiyi's power, he will be able to compete with the devil.

And on Wu Xian's side.

The demon was indeed held back by Wu Xian.

But this is only temporary.

Wu Xian cannot hold back the demon forever. Once Taiyi's body is taken over, the Demon Prince will take action.

At that time... the backup plan arranged by the devil will come in handy.

The Demon Prince is stubborn, paranoid, and has deep obsessions, so even if he loses a thousand times, he will still bet a thousand and one times. He never hesitates to fight with the devil. He only has his own goals in his eyes, and nothing else. He never even looks at the overall situation, love, or even the many people who follow him.

But who says that if you dare to gamble, you will definitely win?

The Demon Prince will lose.

He will become a puppet of the devil.

Persistence itself is a demonic thought, and the Demon Prince has been a puppet of the Heavenly Demon from the beginning to the end.

Since he was created by the devil, his status has never changed.

Tianmo just needs to wait until Taiyi's body is taken over by someone else, and then he will have a first-class dog.

Even if the Demon Prince himself does not think so, he will eventually do what the Demon wants him to do, and everything is voluntary.

In this way, the balance will be completely tipped.

The arrival of the Dharma Ending Age, with the addition of another first-rank person, will completely fall into an unstoppable acceleration. At that time, this world will enter the situation that the devil wants.

  Once he reaches the end of the dharma world, Tianmo will be able to verify his final answer... that is, is this world really Tianmo's 'heart'?

The answer is about to come.

Just wait till the end. (End of this chapter)