In a world of immortals and swordsmen, a young Taoist named Mu Shao'ai loves flying swords, raising poison insects, drawing talismans, and refining pills. Isn't it delightful to live a care...
"boom!"
In an instant.
A vast and boundless, eerie backlash suddenly descended from afar.
A sense of decay and despondency, a kind of Daoist aura, was locked onto by the true spirit and entangled in the chaotic-colored banner held by Bai Cang.
With just one glance, Bai Cang saw his own body decaying and decaying, his bones and blood gone, reflected in the vastness of his mind.
This backlash from the level of the Great Dao is something that even beings at the Dao Integration level and above cannot escape.
Furthermore, the closer one's connection with the Great Dao, the deeper one's refinement of the Great Dao.
The more ferocious and violent this backlash becomes, the better.
There is almost no choice but to tough it out.
However, for Bai Cang, this was the simplest kind of calamity.
There was absolutely no need for him to take any action.
The immeasurable power of decay and calamity, like wind-blown blades and frost-covered swords, fell into the "Chaos Banner".
But it was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, failing to create even the slightest ripple.
A moment later, Bai Cang felt a sense of relief.
That vast and boundless power of decay and calamity had vanished without a trace.
The physical decay of the five signs of decay in a celestial being was instantly transformed!
"This is what they call a calamity? It seems it's nothing special after all!"
Bai Cang chuckled and immediately detonated the second layer of calamity.
Although he almost effortlessly overcame the decline of his physical body.
However, despite Bai Cang's seemingly nonchalant attitude, he was not slacking off in the slightest.
The reason he was able to overcome the "decay of his physical body" was that he had already refined his body into the "Chaos Banner".
He truly had to endure the subsequent calamities on his own.
The real test is just beginning!
Just as he was thinking this, a terrifyingly powerful force of calamity suddenly descended with a loud boom.
An indescribable, decaying aura emanated from it.
It descended from an infinite, inexplicable height, pressing down on Bai Cang's Star River Primordial Spirit, making it seem as if it had fallen into a state of stagnation.
Immediately following was an indescribable surge of backlash, which crashed down following the lock of the true spirit's aura and the connection in the dark.
Its momentum is overwhelming, and its power is overwhelming.
In just a moment, the five innate energies manifested around Bai Cang's body began to dim.
It seemed to be rapidly decaying and dying, exuding a foul stench.
"Boom!"
The next moment.
It was as if a piece of the entire universe had collapsed.
Endless spacetime distortion revealed a brilliant galaxy, hanging high above the sky and sea.
Countless stars float and sink within it, totaling 1.296 billion, which coincides with the number of the One.
Each star is formed from Bai Cang's magical power, interwoven with the five primordial energies.
But they are not illusions; they are real stars.
They connect end to end, converging into a vast galaxy.
In the very center, the "Pot Heaven" and "Eastern Pole Heaven" and other heavens manifested.
As the backlash from the "decline of magical power" descended, stars began to collapse and vanish.
It was as if these stars had automatically entered the stage of final destruction after being washed away by millions of years of time.
only……
"At this rate, how long will it take for the galaxy formed by my magic power to completely fall into decay and ruin?"
Bai Cang thought to himself, a strange thought rising in his mind, "Is this all the decline in your magical power? Even if you were given a chance, you wouldn't be able to use it!"
Is the "decline of magical power" frightening? Magical treasures are certainly a possibility.
This irreversible decline damages the very foundation that is real and true.
The destruction and annihilation of each star would cause Bai Cang to completely lose a single strand of his magical power.
Even the supreme essence of the Five Qi of Primordial Chaos cannot "exempt" itself from the backlash of the power of decline and calamity; it can only delay the process.
However, Bai Cang's magical power was simply too vast and boundless!
At this rate, wouldn't it take millions of years to completely detonate the "decline of magical power"?
Even without using any special methods, Bai Cang could simply endure the "decline in magical power" and "drag it to death".
Perhaps this is the "happy trouble" caused by having too strong a foundation.
That's why Bai Cang said: "Is this all the decline in your magical power? Even if I gave you a chance, it wouldn't be of any use!"
"This is no ordinary misfortune; we must strike hard!"
As Bai Cang pondered this, the third tribulation of decline, "decline of the primordial spirit," was also detonated by him.
"boom!"
The next moment.
An incomparably terrifying pressure from the Great Dao descended.
Bai Cang's primordial spirit struggled to function, and countless cracks appeared in the vast galaxy interwoven with billions of stars.
The boundless, surging tide of time suddenly erupted.
It was as if a surging tide was sweeping across the sky, causing time to fly by all around.
In the blink of an eye, it felt as if thousands of years had passed.
The annihilation of stars and the collapse of galaxies in the vast galaxy were accelerated by thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands or millions of times.
"That's more like it! What's the point of small-scale sparring?"
Bai Cang pondered to himself, calmly and fearlessly experiencing the various changes brought about by the outbreak of the calamity.
I'm in a hurry, so you can all come at me together!
I'm going to take on ten!
As Master Bai thought this, he suddenly felt a loud "boom" and his mind was filled with a vast emptiness.
Countless dim lights rose up, weaving together a chaotic scene.
Countless mysterious patterns exude an unfathomable aura of the Great Dao.
Then it shone brightly, causing the yin and yang to differentiate and the clear to rise and the turbid to descend within the boundless chaos. The black and white Yang characters for creation and the Yin characters for creation evolved from it.
And based on this, laws were derived, matter was born, and one "prototype of the universe" after another was created.
An ancient and magnificent sense of timelessness and vicissitude slowly permeated the air.
It is as if the creation, operation and end of the universe, the movement of the sun, moon and stars, and the passage of countless ages are all manifested in it.
From nothingness arises chaos, and from chaos arises the universe.
Every time a star in the outside world falls, it corresponds to the birth of a nascent universe within.
It's like a state of quantum entanglement.
The combined effect of "decline in magical power" and "decline in primordial spirit" inevitably leads to the continuous destruction of the vast galaxy.
However, within the vast and boundless spiritual sea of Bai Cang, the emerging prototypes of the Great Thousand Worlds perfectly replaced the destroyed magical stars in the outside world.
After an unknown period of time, Bai Cang's Star River Primordial Spirit finally succumbed to the terrifying calamity and perished completely, leaving no trace behind.
But where the Star River Primordial Spirit disappeared, a young man in a black robe and star crown appeared.
A dazzling galaxy hovered above his head, as if it were swallowing the universe and witnessing the birth and death of time.
Time and emptiness intertwined, giving birth to the rudimentary form of the Great Thousand World, spanning 1.296 billion square kilometers.
These rudimentary forms of the vast world unfolded around the "Heaven in a Pot," and then transformed into a real and illusory Milky Way.
Countless beings were born and multiplied within it, building different civilizations and evolving countless magnificent "creation myths".
During this process, Bai Cang quietly passed through two major tribulations: the decline of his magical power and the decline of his primordial spirit!