89: Chapter 90 The Sea of ​​Consciousness Enters the Vast Expanse

Beneath Langya Prefecture, Jiehe Ferry.

"Holy crap! A huge profit! This time, it's a huge profit!"

Cen Boliang laughed loudly, holding the Remote Image-Recording Stone like a treasure.

"After more than three million years, a Newborn Fate Controller has bypassed the Holy Court's Heavenly Laws and descended upon the Mountain and Sea once again!"

"If those old fogies in Di Lin Prefecture find out, who knows how terrified they'll be!"

"No! This exclusive intel must be mine alone!"

With a crazed expression, Cen Boliang quickly grabbed a Jade Slip and began sending messages frantically.

"That damned Demon Venerable—erased the Nine Songs Net and even cut off my connection with my original self. Truly hateful!"

"Old friend, to Tianya Prefecture! Return to the Hai Jiao Chamber of Commerce headquarters first!"

"Quick! Time is Spirit Stones!"

The Ferryman remained silent, rowing the oar and carrying Cen Boliang into the sea of the great thousand planes... right at the moment the Newborn Fate Controller descended upon the Mountain and Sea.

The torrent of consciousness brought by the Six Senses Fireflies instantly overwhelmed Shen Moyan's Sea of Consciousness.

"Where... am I?"

When his senses returned, Shen Moyan felt as if he were in the deep sea.

Just as he was about to use the Final Stroke, he suddenly discovered... there were people nearby?

Shen Moyan turned his head and saw a vast sea of people.

The manifestations of all living beings; no two were the same.

Shen Moyan stood alone amidst the crowd, like a crane among chickens.

"Is this how it's going to be?"

Shen Moyan gave a cold snort.

The moment he realized he was standing here, he knew what had happened.

After all, the [Inverse All-Living-Beings Soul Transformation Array] was something he had developed personally.

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"I didn't expect there to be variables with Luo Changting; he can actually connect the Dao Rhyme of all living beings."

Shen Moyan looked indifferent.

The ideals of the masses, interwoven into a single grand wish, had actually birthed a consciousness.

This consciousness was incredibly vast and possessed an extremely high status.

Shen Moyan only wanted to give the Six Hells Demon Venerable a hard blow to facilitate his own escape, and then leave the mess to the Holy Court.

He hadn't expected to accidentally create a Fate Controller.

"Fate Controller, quite the Fate Controller."

Shen Moyan felt himself being assimilated by It.

Presumably, with the Fate Controller's Divine Ability, It would know what role he played in Its birth.

At his chest, the power of the death exemption gold plaque was still there, shielding him from the Fate Controller's assimilation force.

"The death exemption gold plaque is truly miraculous, being able to transcend reality and act upon the Sea of Consciousness."

"If the Jiang Family hadn't already been wiped out, I wouldn't have been able to invoke its power."

Shen Moyan circulated the Scripture of Severing All Manifestations, holding his breath and focusing his mind.

"Hmm?"

Shen Moyan felt a sense of affinity.

He looked up at the sky full of stars within the space of his Sea of Consciousness.

Was this Newborn Fate Controller inviting him?

Showing him goodwill?

Shen Moyan had a flash of insight; as long as he let down his guard now and accepted this power, he would receive the blessing of this [Star River Brightening Fate Controller].

Even achieving immortality right then and there would not be out of the question.

"Wanting to pay respects to me?"

"Sorry, I don't have such a big son."

Shen Moyan was amused.

This Newborn Fate Controller was quite naive.

"Your Dao is the common people, the Mortal World, the masses of living beings."

"This power is indeed strong."

Shen Moyan's tone was flat.

If he accepted Its kindness now, Shen Moyan could guarantee that his strength would undergo an earth-shattering change.

Even reaching Soul Transformation in one step or the law of tribulation in a single thought wouldn't be impossible.

"But, I'm sorry."

"All living beings are not my Dao."

Shen Moyan decisively rejected It.

This kind of immortality came with too many constraints; one could not be free, so it was not his Dao.

With a thought, a Magic Treasure resembling wind demon wings appeared on his back.

"I will ascend to immortality in my own way."

With a flap of his wings, Shen Moyan flew towards the heavens, against the sea of people.

Seeing this, the [Star River Brightening Fate Controller] did not stop him.

Shen Moyan transformed into a streak of black light, crossing the sea of stars composed of all living beings above the Nine Heavens.

At this moment, time seemed to be infinitely stretched. Shen Moyan flew higher and higher, surrounded by the brilliant Star River.

The thoughts and Dao Rhyme of countless beings drifted over, influencing Shen Moyan's thinking.

"Leaving All Forms!"

Casting aside all manifestations of living beings, Shen Moyan couldn't help but immerse himself in an unprecedented state.

At this moment, he couldn't help but recall the records of the mountain and sea official appointments, which was the final chapter of the Mortal Transformation volume... Chapter 2, Section 4 of the "records of the mountain and sea official appointments" states:

After resolving the chaos of demons and monsters in the human world.

A Fan opened a small grotto-heaven to teach Ziwei.

Ziwei was very good and very sensible.

During the years they spent together, she never did anything to make things difficult for A Fan.

A Fan taught her to read and write, just as the teacher had taught him when he first entered the human world years ago.

He taught her Spells, and Ziwei followed along, though she was somewhat clumsy.

Perhaps due to the difference in race, Ziwei's progress in practicing the demonic dao methods A Fan gave her was very slow.

A Fan had no choice but to visit the Qingyang Sword Sect and casually take several Cultivation Techniques suitable for the Human Race's cultivation from that so-called immortal Sect.

That Sect was very hospitable; dozens of Nascent Soul stage cultivators were a bit annoying and caused A Fan a tiny bit of trouble, but not much.

Finally, after some friendly greetings, A Fan finally brought back the Cultivation Techniques.

But a problem arose: to practice the Cultivation Techniques of those immortal Sects, one must have a Spiritual Root.

But Ziwei did not have a Spiritual Root.

This stumped A Fan.

So, in his daily life with Ziwei, while teaching the girl, he combined the immortal dao and the demonic dao to create a method that could be practiced without a Spiritual Root.

"Revered Master is going out for a while."

"Watch the house well, and don't cause any trouble."

A Fan plucked one of his feathers and pinned it to the girl's hair.

"Okay, Revered Master."

Ziwei bowed respectfully to him, her watery eyes fixed on his departing figure.

"Come back soon!"

"Naturally."

Once A Fan left Ziwei's sight, he waved his hand and tucked the girl and the small grotto-heaven where she lived, spanning a hundred miles, into his sleeve.

Only by carrying the grotto-heaven with him could he feel at ease... A Fan returned to the Wilds of Cangwu.

The Kunpeng upon the great sea and the Divine Birds upon the Mythical Tree remained as they were, unchanging for ten thousand years.

"Everyone, long time no see."

A Fan walked through the air, at the same height as the Divine Birds.

The high heavens he once had to burn his marrow and blood and give his all to reach were now stepped upon with a mere lift of his foot.

A Fan brushed past the eternal flames in the Phoenix Nest and sat cross-legged, his feather robe unscorched.

"Are you the Qingming Immortal?"

The Divine Birds gazed at him.

"You possess the lowliness of the gray-feathered birds, the turbidity of the Human Race's incense, the aura of the immortal dao, and even more so, the void of the ultimate subtle."

"What kind of existence are you exactly?"

Hearing this, A Fan was stunned.

"I am all of them, and yet I am none."

He answered ambiguously.

The Divine Birds' question stirred his own self-perception.

"Why have you come?"

"The Dao dwells in the void. I have come this time to seek the Dao."

A Fan came to seek the Dao both for his disciple Ziwei and for himself.

He had too many questions that needed to be answered by these legendary Divine Beasts of the Mountain and Sea.

"What Dao?"

"May I ask, Senior, what is your Dao?" A Fan asked respectfully.

"We understand." The Divine Birds in the nest understood A Fan's intent.

The Ying Insect is born in the morning and dies at dusk; the birds migrate in autumn and return in spring. Everything, before time, is but a grain of dust.

"Therefore, our race's Dao is Nirvana."

The Divine Birds flapped their wings, and the divine fire flickered.

"As for the true [Dao], it has no form or substance; it is a thing of the ultimate subtle. Our race has also failed to find the answer."

"But we believe that as long as we continue to undergo Nirvana, one day we will be able to see eternity and know the final destination of this Mountain and Sea."