Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Chapter 583 The Origin in the Reflection
Solving the problem of the two Heavenly Lords alone in this gap between reality and illusion... Wang Luo felt that it would be foolish of him to think seriously about this even for a moment.

Therefore, after the Lord of Heaven died suddenly, Wang Luo immediately began to look for the next Lord of Heaven.

And soon, he reaped the rewards.

There are millions of scrolls under the Heavenly Book, but not every one of them can naturally attract his attention. After looking at the three scrolls just now, Wang Luo has understood one thing.

The paintings he subconsciously saw were all being deliberately drawn by someone, and that person...

Thinking of this, Wang Luo found the person he was looking for in the fourth scroll as expected.

It was a world where the timeline had just advanced to the year 1300 of the New Immortal Calendar. The painting depicted the hustle and bustle of the square in Rongcheng. A white-haired old man in the crowd pointed to a group of gorgeous golden statues in the middle of the square and told his grandson stories from the past.

Nearly a hundred years ago, a war concerning the life and death of Jiuzhou broke out in this city. At that time, the Immortal Alliance paid a huge sacrifice and finally defeated the Jingzhou Demon Lord. Now the bodies of the Demon Lord and his lackeys have been refined into specimen statues and suppressed forever in Rongcheng.

The old man's story was full of emotion about his youth, and when Wang Luo finished the story, he heard familiar footsteps beside him. Without waiting to turn around, the Lord of Heaven said in a narrow voice.

"You reacted pretty quickly this time..."

Wang Luo smiled and said, "I knew you wouldn't be the only one. The world beneath your feet suddenly split into thousands. I've seen more than one Taichu Tianzun. How could you be unique?"

But then, the Lord of Heaven asked a question that should be taken for granted: "Well said, then, which one is true?"

Wang Luo's smile faded slightly: "I can't tell, but obviously they can't all be true... According to calculations, no matter how strong Tianzun is, he is far from omnipotent. After more than two years of long-term battles, he has lost tens of thousands of clones and his strength is no longer as strong as before. Even if he gives up everything and makes a desperate attempt, it is impossible for him to differentiate into thousands of incarnations. Besides, there is no need. Destroying these scrolls is meaningless to him. His enemy is Taixu..."

At this point, Wang Luo's speech gradually slowed down because he found a big contradiction here.

If Taichu Tianzun couldn't split into thousands of bodies, then how many bodies could the Lord of Heaven who had been refined into a spirit beside him split into? In this short moment, he easily fished out two Lords of Heaven from thousands of scrolls. Are they... real?

After all, even if this illusory relic is covered by a layer of delusion-breaking water curtain, it is ultimately located in an area where the virtual and the real blend together, and what you see is not necessarily true.

The Lord of Heaven saw Wang Luo's silence and couldn't help laughing: "Haha, it seems that you finally realized it. That's right, everything you saw just now and now is fake. The myriad worlds under your feet were only born at the moment you saw the spring water, and they only contain you alone. Everything you see and feel here is a decoration created at your will. The myriad worlds are just like the myriad distractions in people's hearts. You must have imagined the scene of the Immortal Alliance winning a great victory and unifying the nine states. You must have also imagined the scene of the Immortal Alliance being completely annihilated and Taichu leading the world again, so..."

Wang Luo couldn't help but interrupt, "However, in the scene I just saw, the divine power of the Heavenly Venerable is far beyond my cognition. And when you talked in front of me, there were many things in your words that I had never known before. These new experiences and knowledge can't be my own delusion."

The Lord of Heaven asked in return, "Why not? Who stipulated that a person can only know what he has seen and heard? Aren't there people who are born knowing? Do the memories and knowledge you have now all come from you?"

Wang Luo was stunned for a moment and asked, "So, someone has instilled knowledge into me?"

The Lord of Heaven asked again: "Does knowledge have to be instilled by people? Only after you entered this gap did you know the origin of heaven and earth. Who instilled this knowledge in you?"

Wang Luo was silent for a moment, then said, "Stop telling riddles, just speak your mind."

The Lord of Heaven smiled and said, "You should say this to yourself. When you say this, the answer will already appear in your heart. Now, stop deceiving yourself, and don't let the rules and regulations of the real world limit your imagination. Be bold and see the truth of the world. Only in this way can you reach the end of this journey..."

The voice of the Lord of Heaven gradually faded, because at this moment, in the scroll where he was born, the timeline had come to the year 1500 of the New Immortal Calendar. After nearly two hundred years of washing, the golden statue on the Rongcheng Square had become mottled and faded, just like the city itself. The statue, which had been in disrepair for a long time, collapsed in a rainstorm, and the Lord of Heaven who had fled also disappeared like smoke.

Amid the sound of heavy rain, the shackles that bound Wang Luo's cognition also collapsed.

"So... that's why I have to ask you to enlighten me. If I hadn't heard this incredible conjecture from an 'outsider', I'm afraid I would never believe it."

After saying that, Wang Luo took a deep breath, and a ball of condensed true energy condensed at the tip of his right index finger, like a pen dipped in ink, and fell on the blank scroll under his feet.

He solemnly wrote down the conjectures and cognitions that were already certain in his mind.

"This world is false."

Almost at the same time as this line of words was written, the millions of paintings that were surging like raging waves beneath the paper boat disappeared into thin air.

The scene before my eyes returned to the same as when I first entered the ruins. Clear and colorful spring water was gurgling in front of me.

However, compared to before, there are many more people in this hall who have never been there before.

A petite and flawless girl was leaning against the spring pool, sleeping soundly... and a woman in purple was willing to be a human mattress, holding her in her arms. At this time, she also lowered her head and made a soft snoring sound.

Beside Lu Youyou and Mo Yu were Yulong Jun, Qingyuan Jun and others. They all looked somewhat embarrassed, but were not seriously injured.

Of course, not all the missing people were here, but seeing them, Wang Luo finally put his mind at ease.

Everyone was not dead, but was trapped in the gap between reality and illusion of the illusory ruins. I believe that at this moment, they are all in their own worlds, struggling in the stormy waves of thousands of paintings.

However, Wang Luo did not intend to wake them up, because sleeping was just an appearance. In fact, they did not really exist here, but were sleeping and lost in an uncertain way. Unless they could see the truth of the world in the spring like himself, they would have to continue sleeping...

Therefore, it is no wonder that the Ascension Record was blank before. It was not because the power of the Ascension Record itself was restricted by someone - if it was really because Taichu Tianzun abolished the power of the mountain lords in later generations, then the Ascension Record would not be able to emit even a ray of light in Wang Luo's hands.

Wang Luo was able to subdue the people in Lingshan with golden light, which meant that the Ascension Record was not faulty. It was just that the words recorded by Lu Youyou and others in the book also showed the same uncertain characteristics as their bodies fell into the gap between reality and illusion. If there was no sufficient cognitive ability, then the Ascension Record would become a wordless book.

Now, Lu Youyou's condition has been very clearly presented in the Ascension Record. There is really no need for others to worry about this transformed spiritual deer. She is riding the wind and waves in the cracks, and even calling the wind and rain... I'm afraid she can wake up by her own strength and even save others without anyone's help.

Then, Wang Luo didn't need to bother here... Besides, these people in front of him were actually fake. What he saw now was not real. In other words, if he couldn't really solve the core of the problem, then even the truth could be reversed into a falsehood. So, after a short sigh of relief, Wang Luo continued to use his fingers as a pen and wrote the second line on the stone floor under his feet.

People are born with knowledge.

As the words landed on the ground, a faint golden glow suddenly appeared, but the glow soon dimmed and went out, as if it was real and not real.

Wang Luo frowned, a little puzzled. Is there anything wrong with this perception? Or, even if it is wrong, who is qualified to deny it?
...There is no doubt that only he would deny himself so rudely. For a moment, Wang Luo seemed to hear the laughter of the "Lord of Heaven".

This is obviously a hint, the Lord of Heaven... Who is the Lord of Heaven who appeared in that false world just now?

The real Lord of Heaven had died when they parted in Jingzhou, and the Lord of Heaven that he saw in the illusion was obviously not the real Lord. So, there was only one possibility for someone who looked exactly like him but was not the Lord of Heaven.

That is also myself, just not the me on this timeline.

When this inspiration came, Wang Luo quickly reorganized his thoughts and came up with another guess.

People can know the future... No, to be precise, for a person with complete concepts, cognition does not distinguish between past, present and future.

This sentence still seemed a little vague to Wang Luo, but he had no better way to summarize it at the moment, so he just put down his fingertips and wrote down the line.

This time, there was no glow, but Wang Luo had many clearer insights in his mind.

It was not something that was told to me by others, nor was it something that I had a passing glimpse of, but rather it was as if I had finally learned the truth after a long and arduous search.

At the same time, the line of words at his feet suddenly changed to another expression.

"An immortal can know the affairs of three lives."

For immortals whose way of existence has gradually become metaphysical, the concept of timeline will actually become increasingly weak. Perhaps ordinary True Immortals and Golden Immortals are still restricted by this, but for those who have gradually deepened their cultivation and can even touch the starry sky, time is just an ordinary measure.

"So, I actually really do have the qualities of an immortal?" With a hint of amusement, Wang Luo tried to write the third line.

"Truth comes from endless illusions."

When the last line of words fell to the ground, the whole world seemed to be shattered into countless pieces, sliding down the side like broken glass.

The palace, the spring, the people sleeping around the spring... and even the entire world outside the Rongcheng workshop, disappeared at this moment.

Wang Luo knew that he had finally reached the core of the problem.

Where does truth come from?

This question is probably a pure nonsense for most people. The truth is the truth, why does it need a reason? But if you seriously ask the root of the matter, you will naturally have the following question: If Jiuzhou comes from Jingzhou, Jingzhou comes from Chaos Sea, and Chaos Sea comes from the eruption of the crack... then where does the crack come from? Where does the content it erupts come from?

As for this question, Wang Luo’s answer is the line of words condensed from his true energy under his feet.

This real world is transformed from illusion. Only illusion can be endless, and similarly, only illusion can cause natural disasters in the real world.

Of course, this understanding is not complete at this point, but it is enough to be written down as a motto.

Only by truly recognizing the relationship between reality and illusion can he take this most important step. And only by taking this step can he follow Taichu's footsteps, go deep into the illusory world of Taixu, and find Taixu's true self.

Before this, no matter what you have seen or experienced, it is nothing more than self-indulgence in an illusion. Only by truly holding the cognitive admission ticket can you truly step into the world where Taixu himself exists.

That is, the origin of the illusory world of Taixu.

The scene after the world was shattered looked very crude.

There are not so many gorgeous and exquisite light and shadow effects, nor are there flying scrolls that merge into waves. The origin of the illusory world is just a simple book.

The shape looks a bit like the Ascension Record, but it seems to have gone through unimaginable years of vicissitudes and lacks maintenance, so it is withered and dilapidated. But after opening the cover, the pages inside are still shining.

Obviously, this is the destination of Taichu's descent, and also the residence of Taixu Tianzun. The final battle between the two Tianzun will break out here, and the winner will be decided here.

The book was not thick, not even tens of thousands of pages, but only about one or two hundred pages at most. Some of the pages were so tattered that they looked like they had been eaten by insects, making them difficult to read.

However, the content on the pages is so bizarre that it is dazzling and even unbelievable.

For example, when Wang Luo opened the first page, he saw a gray world.

To be precise, there was only mottled ash between heaven and earth... The entire Kyushu continent was buried in thick dust. There was a violent wind blowing on the ground all the time, as if layers of strong winds were falling to the ground, and the wind carried endless flying ash.

In this dusty world, most creatures cannot survive, and Kyushu's former vitality is gone. However, there are a very small number of survivors who tenaciously build nests and reproduce in the ashes, forming an extremely special ecology.

Then, among this group of gray men whose bodies had already degenerated, Wang Luo found Taixu Tianzun.

(End of this chapter)