110: Chapter 111 The Mystery of the Past

Hearing this, Shen Moyan was startled and sized up the Divine Being before him once more.

At this moment, Kuafu's state was extremely bizarre and tragic.

His massive body was covered in wounds deep enough to see bone, and the blood flowing out was as thick as ink, constantly writhing and emitting an aura of corruption and misfortune.

That was a sign of erosion by a Demonic Fiend!

Kuafu's eyes were blood-red, staring fixedly at 'Shen Moyan'.

Through Kuafu's eyes, Shen Moyan saw the reflection of 'himself'.

That figure was shrouded in a hazy dark-gold halo, its face extremely blurred.

As if deliberately obscured by some invisible force, Shen Moyan could only vaguely see an outline.

But it was this vague outline that shielded the Great Sun Kuafu had been chasing, turning it into a black sun, causing all things to wither.

It was a Dao Rhyme that was supreme, unparalleled, and viewed all creation as mere straw dogs.

"Ah—!"

The demonized Kuafu let out a world-shaking roar, the sound waves shattering the surrounding stellar debris.

"Outsider bandit! Tamperer!!"

Kuafu's roar was filled with monstrous hatred.

"Don't think you can erase... our traces! Years... history... cannot be... tampered with!!"

"The living beings of Mountain and Sea are not your playthings!"

Facing Kuafu's roar, the blurred figure gave no response, not even a flicker of emotion.

He simply stared at Kuafu, and in the next instant, noble dark-gold flames ignited upon Kuafu's body.

Kuafu's body burned frantically.

Water vapor steamed as the Divine Being's body gradually became shriveled and charred.

Kuafu desperately absorbed the rivers and lakes of Mountain and Sea, but he could not stop the spread of this yellow-black fire across his body.

"Ha... ha! Is this all the power you have when descending upon a junior?"

At the brink of death, Kuafu laughed tragically toward the heavens.

"They say... history is written by the victors, but the current you... still cannot tamper with time and space, and cannot erase the traces of their existence!"

"O Great Emperor Lord, your fire, compared to Siming's Immortal Fire, is still too..."

Before he could finish, the giant head soared into the sky!

In those blood-red eyes, an endless unwillingness swirled as they stared fixedly at the blurred figure of 'Shen Moyan', finally dimming completely.

Kuafu's massive headless body slowly toppled toward the boundless Chaos like a collapsing golden mountain or a falling jade pillar.

The head fell into the Mountain and Sea, eventually transforming into several mountain ranges, caves, and deep pools that spanned across eternity... "Pffft—"

Inside the Immortal Cave, Shen Moyan suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.

[Current Lifespan: 220 years ↓]

His lifespan was suddenly slashed by five hundred years!

Shen Moyan's face was as pale as paper, his entire body soaked in cold sweat.

Forcibly resonating with this ancient memory involving a supreme existence had nearly drained his mind, and his Divine Soul was significantly damaged.

"That blurred figure... the Xuanhuang Emperor Lord descended his intent upon a Cultivator..."

His voice was hoarse, carrying an uncontrollable shock.

"He... personally slew the demonized Kuafu?! What Kuafu roared before dying was..."

"Tampering with history?!"

The history he had previously learned from Jiang Zhiqiu was that during the Wanbao Era, the Demonic Fiend Kuafu brought calamity to the Mountain and Sea and was slain by the Jiang Family ancestor.

But he never expected that the Xuanhuang Emperor Lord had actually personally descended his intent to act.

Naturally, the part of history where He acted had also been erased.

"An existence like that can arbitrarily tamper with history and subvert perception..."

Shen Moyan suddenly fell silent.

This was a defamation of the Xuanhuang Emperor Lord.

If anyone heard this, he would be doomed in this life.

Circulating the Scripture of Severing All Manifestations, Shen Moyan finally calmed down.

He stopped scrutinizing the shocking truth of this history.

Shen Moyan captured the most direct point he could utilize from that image!

The 'blurriness' of that blurred figure itself!

That wasn't a simple distortion of light or a concealment Spell, but a deeper level of existential blurriness based on his supreme Dao Rhyme.

It was a Divine Ability that forcibly removed one's true face from the categories of being observed and perceived.

"I cannot possess the Emperor Lord's power... but I can try to imitate... that 'Dao Rhyme' that blurs one's own appearance!"

Shen Moyan remembered Zheng Quan from back then; he also had a Spell that could conceal his own face. Perhaps this method wasn't difficult to learn.

Thus, enduring the severe pain in his Divine Soul, he focused his mind once more.

He recalled the lingering resonance from just now, fully simulating the method used by that blurred figure to 'hide one's true face' and 'isolate prying eyes'.

"Leaving All Forms, all dharmas are without self, all appearances are empty."

Shen Moyan muttered to himself, and gradually, a wisp of imperceptible black Qi coiled around his face like a swimming dragon.

This aura was extremely faint; it wasn't the Emperor Lord's power, but merely a sliver of Dao Rhyme he had simulated through resonance.

Gradually, the light, aura, and even the most minute life fluctuations and traces of Karma on Shen Moyan's face began to become 'blurred'.

This blurriness was not an illusion or a trick of the eye, but rather defining his own face as being in an 'unobservable' state.

[Minor Divine Ability 'Black Sun Veiling the Face' has been recorded in Bookmarks]

"It's done!"

Shen Moyan's heart jolted, and he hurriedly withdrew his magical power.

The wisp of black Qi dissipated, and the sense of blurriness on his face quickly receded.

Inside the Immortal Cave, time passed quietly.

Shen Moyan finished regulating his breath, stabilizing his Divine Soul which had been damaged by forcibly resonating with the Emperor Lord's Dao Rhyme.

"A single resonance yielded such a useful Divine Ability. If I do it a few more times, I can't even imagine what I might gain."

"But unfortunately, if I do it one more time, the lifespan of this life will reach its end."

Suddenly, cracks appeared in the gold medallion in Shen Moyan's hand, and it split open with a bang.

"Holy crap!"

This gave Shen Moyan a fright.

He hurriedly threw the medallion away.

From within the split gold medallion, a wisp of extremely weak yet indescribably noble dark-gold flame danced quietly.

"This is..."

Shen Moyan observed closely.

Within the Xiyi Perspective, this flame was not a physical fire.

Rather, it was a highly condensed manifestation derived from the Xuanhuang Emperor Lord's Dao Rhyme.

As soon as it appeared, the surrounding air seemed to freeze and submit, and light bent slightly toward it.

Shen Moyan stared at this wisp of flame, and a title naturally surfaced in his heart—

Xuanhuang Emperor Flame.

"What an overbearing fire. With my current cultivation, I can't control it at all. If I try to take it forcibly, I'm afraid I'll be reduced to ashes first."

Feeling the heavy pressure coming from ahead, his Soul severely oppressed by this sliver of aura, Shen Moyan made a decisive choice.

With a thought, his consciousness sank into the qingming inkstone deep within his Sea of Consciousness.

This life-bound spatial treasure, reshaped by 'As I Have Written', was internally stable and bound to his Soul, making it the best choice for storing this dangerous object at present.

He created a paper figure Clone and, before it could collapse under the pressure of the Xuanhuang Emperor Flame, carefully guided the flame into the Qing Ming Space.

He specifically chose a corner far away from that mysterious small hut and used spatial Restrictions to Seal and isolate this dangerous spark layer by layer.

After handling this most troublesome gain, Shen Moyan did not stop.

He took out the Divine Soul fragments of Immortal Master Xingxiang that remained after he had used the Yin Mo Spell to search his Soul.

Although the main memories had collapsed, the Dao Rhyme had not.

Dao Rhyme only undergoes transformation and transfer.

Now, Immortal Master Xingxiang's Dao Rhyme belonged to Shen Moyan.

Shen Moyan closed his eyes and concentrated, guiding his Divine Sense to carefully perceive and simulate the Dao Rhyme fluctuations flowing within those fragments.

The core of the Tianji Divine Sect's deduction Cultivation Technique lay in 'misfortune and fortune, determining Destiny'.

Although Immortal Master Xingxiang was dead, having practiced this method for over a hundred years, his Divine Soul was deeply imprinted with the mark of this Cultivation Technique.

Under the Xiyi Perspective, Shen Moyan began to copy, attempting to 'reproduce' and 'understand' the operational laws of this Dao Rhyme.

Gradually, obscure formulas and diagrams illustrating the connections of Karma and the changes of heavenly secrets slowly condensed and became clear in his Sea of Consciousness.

[Record of Misfortune and Fortune Karma has been recorded in Bookmarks]