PFC Chapter 929 The Age of Gods
Chapter 929 The Age of Gods
Chapter 929 The Age of Gods
Miracles and calamities, as symbolic corrections and distortions, will not actually be completely separated as they are in the current Dharma-ending Age.
This situation is extremely rare, but for ordinary people living in the world, neither correction value nor distortion is a good thing.
Therefore, after severing the connection between heaven and earth, two enormous hydrogen balloons, the Immortal Realm and the Nine Netherworld, were created.
If things can remain peaceful as they are, that would be best. One is trapped in a fleeting moment of time, the other in an eternal standstill. But if even the slightest spark could ignite...
It's like the flames of miracles and calamities.
"There is nothing more suitable as a torch than this world, isn't there?"
The power within him was constantly draining away, completely suppressed by the modern world after the separation of heaven and earth. The Piper felt no urgency whatsoever, and instead slowly began to observe the world around him.
"This is so much fun!"
On the surface, it looks no different from the real world, and it even lacks all sorts of dazzling and cool skills and high-class lines between the protagonists and antagonists, but it still evokes a sense of excitement and joy within the user.
"Huan Yuqing, where on earth did you come from?"
"Di Ziqing, of course it comes from your cherished dreams."
The black and white Baku were communicating in human language.
This is a very strange feeling for the piper, a mixture of essential dislike and a sense of déjà vu, a special experience as if fate is knocking on the door.
"King of Trash, Abyss Sun, Rancher, and you are simply as beautiful as a dream. Even the King of Fun can't provide me with the pleasure you have. It's like a harvest day, with abundant fruits hanging on the branches."
He murmured softly, "The secret behind this is truly intriguing, but unfortunately, we haven't reached the point of exploring and uncovering it yet."
"You must be exhausted, Di Ziqing. You must have been bored for a long time." Bai Mengmo revealed a teasing expression that did not match his words.
"As long as you learn to find joy in hardship, it's all good." Black Dream Eater smiled. "As long as you wait, you will reap the rewards, just like the birth of this world."
"So the human world is really interesting."
After the initial excitement subsided, the piper was overjoyed by the novelty he hadn't experienced in a long time.
"I have decided to abandon my previous plan to destroy the present world and the abyss."
The piper hummed merrily as he walked to the rooftop of a tall building, under the watchful gaze of Huan Yuqing.
He gazed intently down at the ordinary world, carefully packaged in a box, detached from eternity and fleeting moments, and at the demonic desires lurking among the masses.
Try some new ways to play.
Filled with anticipation, the piper jumped off the rooftop and leaped down.
pat-
Blood splattered, landing on the faces of bewildered passersby.
This became the first domino to be pushed over.
Chaos and destruction, along with the sealed 'Mar,' leaked into the end times from the moment the Piper broke free from the eternally stagnant abyss.
Those immortal immortals in the myths of Heaven.
That beautiful story, which has been passed down to this day, has instilled in all people, from the moment they become aware of death in childhood, a yearning for the miracle of immortality in their spirit and inner world, under the influence of culture.
But after the separation of heaven and earth, this miracle has long since disappeared.
Thus, the disappointment and regret became the first seed of desire.
Immortals uphold the principles of Heaven and extinguish human desires; all living beings have desires and should seize the moment for pleasure.
Because life is too short, and we cannot have the opportunity for liberation like immortals, therefore...
Why pursue liberation from the cycle of reincarnation?
Greed, hatred, ignorance, fear, death. Under the erosion of demonic nature, sentient beings begin to center their lives on their own values. Since they cannot achieve the 'selflessness and transcendence' of immortals, they are content with their ingrained attachment to self.
Only when desires are fulfilled can one experience a false sense of freedom in this endless cycle of life.
If one sees all forms as non-forms?
No, it is the extinction of all phenomena.
Doubt, laziness, and arrogance, under the influence of the Piper's abilities, did not bring chaos, but rather a more rigorous order.
Or rather, a disaster of order.
The ever-expanding and binding order that binds everyone will subtly give birth to deformed spiritual infants from the inner yearning for freedom.
Occasionally, a few individuals may appear with unwavering resolve, like ascetics, but so what? Most people begin to believe that those who act selfishly and selflessly are merely foolish and easily manipulated pawns.
Even if bystanders don't think that way, they will be swept up by the tide of events and, in a time when altruism is dwindling, begin to value themselves more out of a sense of self-preservation.
People began to believe in countless self-contradictory and distorted truths.
Thus, the first fuse of disaster was lit.
A war that leads to self-destruction.
it has started.
The documentary "Apocalypse on the Tip of the Tongue" records: Helios's bite, with two Grandmasters as the main ingredients, several alchemists, sprinkled with the Pied Piper's conspiracy, simmered over a low flame, with the sediment of hell added, with miracles added, with calamities added.
In this way, you can get a unique pot of stew that even the most powerful chefs in the abyss would exclaim upon tasting it, "Tang Niu is the true god of food!"
Right now, although Huai Shi doesn't know that the dish in front of him actually contains an ingredient called the Piper, he can still see that the soup of the future human world has been completely ruined.
At first, it was just articles taken out of context, black drafts that turned black into white, and then it became about conflicts between religions, beliefs, and nations.
Humanity once again erupted into a large-scale war. However, with the development of technology and the understanding of the world through physics, the scale of the war far exceeded that of the early days of the Age of Gods when the cold weapons were used for warfare. Furthermore, there was no remaining seeker of the Way to intervene in the situation.
In the end, even more ominous phenomena appeared, such as: meteor showers; darkness brought by black fog; ocean and earth shaking; seawater flowing backward; mountains collapsing and trees falling; howling winds; and the sun and moon losing their light.
This scene is just like the ominous sign of Mara's arrival recorded in Buddhist scriptures, and everything that happened before also reminds people of the dialogue in the Sutra of the Extinction of the Dharma.
Mara, the demon king, said to the Buddha: "In the Dharma-ending Age, my demonic children and grandchildren will wear your robes, enter your temples, and corrupt your followers. Wherever you are, I will be there, until my descendants are everywhere."
Now, it seems the prophecy has come true?
"I always said I'm more suited to the Indian pantheon," Haotian said, leaning back in his jade chair, chin in hand. "Emperor, even a dog wouldn't be worthy of such a title."
Amidst many astonished gazes, she seemed to realize that she hadn't left work yet. The years, like flowing water, rippled and shimmered, erasing the previous few syllables.
"I am the Heavenly Emperor."
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Huai Shi didn't mean to complain about whether the Heavenly Emperor's character had almost collapsed just now.
If there were no Heavenly Court now, but instead an Indian pantheon, or one that incorporated a trace of Indian elements.
Then everyone can probably just wait to die.
The reason is simple: even if the Institute of Extinction came, they would have to admire how audacious the methods of the Indian gods were, using the divine mandate of the entire lineage to cause trouble, and doing things in a forceful way.
To date, the number of times the Tianzhu Realm has crashed and restarted due to its numerous and varied activities has been countless.
Add to that the mess caused by those bastard scholars in the Institute of Preservation, and with all the elements accumulating, it's likely to directly become a work with the subtitle "The Great Mystic Zarathustra".
Saying
Did that Heavenly Emperor cosplay a character during the Marvel Holy Grail War?
"What exactly are the variables that exist outside this realm?"
The Primordial Celestial Venerable frowned. Of all the causes of the various effects, only the causal line could be seen protruding into the Nine Netherworlds, and the influence of the Nine Netherworlds was gradually spreading towards the human world. The rest could not be found anywhere else.
"In the first year of the reign of the Emperor, his heart gradually deteriorated, and he brought about his own premature death. His life was not in accordance with reason, and his lifespan was uncertain." Lingbao Tianzun sighed helplessly: "This is the last of the five tribulations of the Dragon-Han era."
The "Outline of the Supreme Mysterious Treasure" states: The so-called five kalpas are the Dragon-Han Wood Kalpa, the Crimson Fire Kalpa, the Yankang Metal Kalpa, the Kaihuang Water Kalpa, and the Shanghuang Earth Kalpa.
The Five Calamities correspond to the Five Elements. The severance of Heaven and Earth means that the Nine Netherworlds belong to the Earth element of the Calamity. This calamity is unavoidable and symbolizes the renewed imbalance of Heaven and Earth.
At the same time, this calamity is not one that can be overcome, but rather the final calamity of the cycle of the five elements and the reincarnation of the world.
Ultimately, heaven and earth were destroyed, and then the Primordial Beginning created the world again, and the Dragon-Han First Calamity reappeared.
That degenerate age, devoid of miracles and calamities, is like a patient experiencing a final burst of lucidity before death. After the vitality and spirit of all beings have been completely consumed by desires, the remnants of past eras begin to stir like ghosts.
The immense traction beckons a future on the verge of decay, a return to the embrace of the abyss.
“You are not only stopping our exploration.”
Chu Hongchen said in a heavy tone: "Heavenly Venerable, the Immortal Realm is confined to this moment, while the Abyss, the Nine Netherworlds you speak of, will break free from its eternal stillness in the future."
That's fine.
The key lies in the fact that, after a long period of sedimentation, the fusion of various elements such as the Heavenly Court, immortals, and Biyou Palace, which has been nurtured in the abyss, is about to become the bell-ringer announcing the end of this era.
Confined to a fleeting moment, the Celestial Realm, due to its own weight and as the origin of multiple histories, will be utterly unable to escape this fleeting moment until the era is completely destroyed.
"All things under heaven are born from existence, and existence is born from non-existence." Laozi, looking at the surging primordial energy, intending to forcefully intervene with the Primordial Heavenly Venerable of the Dharma-ending Age through the cause and effect of all things, said:
"It is fate, I told you long ago."
The Three Pure Ones were born from the ape-like Mengqi, yet each possessed a distinct personality, much like a spirited youth, a slightly composed young adult, and an old man who had reached the age of fifty and understood the will of Heaven.
But at this moment, even the most ambitious Yuanshi Tianzun stopped what he was doing, clenched his fists tightly, and finally slowly let them open, hiding his hands inside his wide sleeves.
He took a deep breath, looked at Haotian, and said, "This unexpected turn of events was within your expectations, wasn't it?"
"I only know that brute force can't fight against the abyss. You've probably inherited all the 'roughness' of the 'Roughness King Kong'." Haotian's lips curled up.
"..." Yuanshi Tianzun's expression shifted, and finally he sneered, "But I am not Mang Jingang."
He looked at Jiang Mingzi, and together with Laozi and Lingbao Tianzun, walked towards the location of the dream bubble projected by the same month order.
"This Era"
"We'll give up."
"I trouble you fellow Daoists to help me and the Heavenly Court clean up the mess."
The three Celestial Venerables spoke in succession, cupped their hands in a salute, and said in unison, "Of the fifty Heavenly Evolutions, one remains hidden. Today, this humble Daoist will seize one of them."
Their expressions remained calm, but their bodies suddenly expanded. Within their acupoints, universes were created, radiating a powerful aura. A wisp of pure energy flew out from each of their spiritual platforms, converging to form a handsome man with clear eyebrows, bright eyes, and golden monkey hair.
The Great Celestial Ape King.
The four colors—red, blue, black, and white—resembled sword light, dominating the universe and exuding an aura of destruction that swept across all directions.
Boom!
The universe shattered, and flesh and blood disintegrated.
In that very instant, the end of the era was prematurely announced!
Everything in the world is covered and swallowed up by eternal darkness, with no distinction left.
Upon seeing this, the piper couldn't help but clap his hands happily.
He burst out laughing.
"Aren't you going to stop me?" he asked curiously. "The King of Trash probably wouldn't like that."
“I’m just here to make sure your method allows the train to continue its expansion,” Bai Mengmo said.
"Of course, please rest assured. When this world falls into the abyss, the ripples it creates will be enough to make the abyss move again," the piper assured. "Otherwise, it would be too boring to be like a stagnant pool."
"Moreover, I also want to know what kind of results we can achieve this time."
Whether it's sublimation or solidification, the soul transformation in that instant is what he yearns to see. For this reason, he is also curious about what kind of soul this new formula will create.
The piper effortlessly manipulated every clue, like placing chess pieces at the intersections of threads, stirring up and instigating this final feast of madness and chaos.
However, just as he was getting into the swing of things, it collapsed—
The crisp sound of the silk thread breaking was heard as he watched it snap inch by inch, turning into nothingness.
Like
That has never happened before.
He raised his eyes in slight astonishment, only to see endless, heavy, leaden ash falling from the sky, and the world began to become unreal, or rather, time and space began to become unreal.
"Roar--!!!"
Like a priest chanting in ancient times, mixed with the endless pain, struggle, and a kind of almost frenzied scream, it transcends history.
A black dragon soared through the cold void, charging towards a colossal tree that rose from the ground, its golden leaves fluttering down with the roar.
Countless tiny wood chips and fibers, which form the fabric of the world, flowed from the wounds on the black dragon's body along with its blood.
Upon seeing this, Huan Yuqing couldn't help but clap her hands happily.
Laughter echoed.
"Now I won't be bored."
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The piper paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, "Indeed."
You clap once, I clap once, and amidst the joyful laughter and clapping, the ground beneath our feet shatters completely. Two black and white dream beasts from hell fall back into the abyss from this future space-time that has turned into nothingness.
They gazed at the ever-expanding World Tree, which had merged with the black dragon, and at the future that had been completely absorbed by its roots.
Obvious.
Someone altered history, creating something unique within the prematurely ended Immortal Era.
"The Age of the Gods?"
I can't take it anymore. I really need to cut back on staying up late. My writing efficiency is always so low when I stay up late.
(End of this chapter)