The final battle
Yuan Yuyan sighed softly, pointing to the stone tablet: "Why don't you give it a try, Pill Master? With my current abilities, I can only calculate that the key to opening the world is in the Extreme Sea. Today, we will surely be able to gather all the bloodlines among us."
Jiang Kunyue, who was listening nearby, saw that Chu Qing was really about to move and subconsciously said, "Impossible."
"Try it and you'll see," Yuan Yuyan said calmly.
The surrounding cultivators didn't hear what the two were talking about; they only saw Chu Qing walk towards the stone tablet.
He hesitated for a moment, then made a hand seal with his fingertips, and a drop of blood dripped from his fingertips onto the stone tablet.
The moment the blood droplet touched the surface of the monument, the world changed dramatically.
The abundant spiritual energy of the extreme sea was pulled by an invisible hand and rushed towards the stone tablet like crazy, with the sound of the flowing spiritual energy filling the air.
The sky, which had been clear just moments before, was instantly covered by inky, ominous clouds.
Chu Qing reacted almost instantly, turned around and rushed towards Mo Zuili, forming a light blue protective shield that enveloped Mo Zuili and Shen Ling.
Qing Shanyue and Mo Yuan also used their spiritual power to protect Mo Zuili.
Mo Zuili suddenly felt herself enveloped by a powerful aura, an aura that seemed to crush her, suffocating her and making her senses almost dissipate.
Just when she felt she couldn't hold on any longer, that extremely faint, mysterious aura suddenly surged out, gently enveloping her and completely blocking out the oppressive force from outside.
A familiar voice rang in my ears: "Wake up. I'll send your consciousness into the Mustard Seed Ruins first. That's a realm connecting all the worlds. You just changed your cultivation technique and it hasn't been fully integrated yet, but there's no time in the Mustard Seed Ruins. As long as the technique is with you, you can stabilize once you enter the realm."
The repository for the Heavenly Dao's consciousness has been opened; leave the rest to me.
Before she could finish speaking, Mo Zuili felt a force enveloping her, as if being pulled by water. In a dizzying moment, Mo Zuili found herself in another body.
However, this body is beyond one's control; one can only see the scene before them through the body's eyes, but cannot control anything.
The red robe was stained with blood, and spiritual energy dissipated like a leaky sieve.
Blood and flesh splattered all around.
The surrounding area was a mess of ruins, and traces of the explosion of spiritual energy still lingered in the air.
Mo Zuili saw Shen Ling rushing over like a madman, his black clothes splattered with blood.
"Junior Sister!" Shen Ling knelt beside her, his voice trembling, and reached out to help her up.
Mo Zuili watched as the body's hand fell limply, the red sleeves of the robe slipped down, and only Shen Ling's furious roar echoed in her ears.
Mo Zuili felt dizzy and confused, and before she could figure out what was going on, her perspective shifted.
Mo Zuili floated up, getting farther and farther away from the ground. She saw [Mo Zuili] lying in a pile of stones, with Chu Qing beside her in a gray-blue Taoist robe covered in dust and blood at the corner of his mouth.
The master rushed over, and the moment his spiritual power touched [Mo Zuili]'s body, it seemed to be sucked away by something, gradually weakening.
Mo Zuili hovered beside Chu Qing, her gaze fixed on the power surrounding Chu Qing. It was not ordinary spiritual power, but rather a power imbued with the aura of the Heavenly Dao.
This force grew weaker and weaker, and through [Mo Zuili] it began to drift to the other side, surging towards Chen Ling, as if it were being held back by something.
Chu Qing visibly swayed, her originally straight back bent slightly, and drops of blood from the corner of her mouth dripped onto the stone ground.
How could Chu Qing's power be absorbed?
Considering that the original novel did not describe in detail how Chu Qing died, only mentioning that after he self-destructed and revealed his death, Chu Qing also died from serious injuries.
After transmigrating into the book, Mo Zuili met Chu Qing. The more time she spent with Chu Qing, the more she realized how terrifyingly powerful Chu Qing was and how high his cultivation level was.
Moreover, Chu Qing is a ninth-level alchemist. Someone like him shouldn't die immediately if he gets injured in the Immortal Valley.
Could it be that Chu Qing died because his power was drained? But what kind of power was that? How could Chu Qing possess such power?
The next moment, Chu Qing got up as if she wanted to say something to Shen Ling, but she fell straight down.
All the power surrounding Chu Qing's body disappeared.
Before Mo Zuili could sort out her thoughts, the scene before her suddenly swayed and she crashed into another body.
It is Shen Ling's body.
But this body is even "emptier" than before.
Mo Zuili could see her surroundings through his eyes, but she couldn't feel anything.
Shen Ling gripped the sword, blood dripping from between her fingers as she watched the surrounding scenery rush by.
Broken stones, charred grass, and blood-stained corpses changed rapidly, like a revolving lantern.
Mo Zuili saw Shen Ling leave the Immortal Valley, saw Shen Ling forcefully break into the Dragon Domain to slay the dragon, and even saw Zhu Hehong.
Zhu Hehong was far more deranged than anyone else in this world, her hair haphazardly tied back with a rope. She was extremely haggard and exhausted, but her strength was also far greater.
The carousel spun faster and faster until it finally stopped with a "click".
Shen Ling unified the cultivation world, and the human, demon, and monster races all obeyed his orders, living in harmony.
Shen Ling awakened his divine bloodline and used the resources and power of the entire cultivation world to forcefully reopen the Immortal Valley from the outside, entering it alone.
In the Immortal Valley, Shen Ling, relying on his awakened divine bloodline, ascended to immortality.
Mo Zuili's gaze was cut off the moment Shen Ling ascended to immortality.
Consciousness hung in the darkness, the images flashing by intertwined, surging into Mo Zuili's memory.
“I see…” Mo Zuili murmured softly.
That ending should be the final ending of the novel, where Shen Ling, as the male protagonist, becomes an immortal and attains enlightenment.
The reason why Shen Ling has a divine bloodline is that the "Primordial Beginning" technique given by Chu Qing awakened the demonic bloodline hidden in his body.
Shen Ling herself has demon blood. Perhaps it was her parents, or perhaps a member of the Shen family from a previous generation, who had a child with the demons.
The Primordial Technique only activated the demonic bloodline within Shen Ling's body. Combined with Shen Ling's own human bloodline, and later, due to his own efforts and his master's influence, he possessed both immortal and half-demon/half-human bloodlines.
With Shen Ling's subsequent fortuitous encounters, he gathered all seven bloodlines, or rather, he absorbed the power of the Primordial Technique within Shen Ling's body without Shen Ling's knowledge.
Only after all the items are collected can the Primordial Technique truly begin to function.
Transform these powers into divine bloodlines, that is, powers that are of the same lineage as the Heavenly Dao.
Becoming an immortal is essentially breaking through the barriers imposed by the Heavenly Dao.
Mo Zuili was extremely grateful for her decisiveness; thankfully, she had exchanged cultivation techniques with Shen Ling before gathering all the bloodlines.
This ending is good. The dark protagonist, Shen Ling, ultimately gained power, while the ordinary cultivators gained peace.
Unfortunately, the one Mo Zuili pushed was the female lead who died halfway through the story, frustrated in order to let the male lead get a power boost.
Mo Zuili would never accept such an ending.
Another thing that Mo Zuili was particularly curious about was how Chu Qing acquired his immortal bloodline.
Mo Zuili tossed and turned, unable to understand, and finally stopped thinking about it. Perhaps, like the self-promotion, no matter how powerful their identities were, they were ultimately just paving the way for the male lead, characters who were unwilling to die midway.
Mo Zuili stayed in the Mustard Seed Ruins, which she had mentioned in her self-promotion, for an unknown period of time. The flow of time was imperceptible there.
Mo Zuili watched the endings of one world after another.
When she finished reading the ending of the last world, Mo Zuili had a premonition that the time outside had come.
As expected, this time when consciousness was severed, Mo Zuili did not enter the perspective of the next world.
Instead, I gradually felt my body regain its physical sensation. Touch returned, and so did the pain.
"Mo Zui Li".
A familiar voice echoed in the void, carrying a hint of solemnity.
"Now, the most important moment has arrived. Are you ready?"
Mo Zuili knew in her heart that this "most important moment" meant that she took over this body, broke into the weakest point of the Heavenly Dao, made the Heavenly Dao regress, and allowed herself and Qi Shuyan to safely return to their original world.
After Mo Zuili took over this body, she felt a series of subtle pains throughout her limbs and bones, but at the same time, a strange power filled her limbs and flowed through her blood vessels.
[Mo Zuili]'s voice rang out again: "The Primordial Technique is a small part that was separated from the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao's stone tablet absorbed the power of seven bloodlines, and now it has opened the core place where the Heavenly Dao's consciousness is stored. You control this body and use the Primordial Technique to compete with the Heavenly Dao for the 'spirit' brought by these seven bloodline powers."
Then, through the Primordial Technique, this 'spirit' will be transformed into a divine bloodline, which is the power of the Heavenly Dao, thereby reaching a point where one can contend with the Heavenly Dao and weaken its power.
Mo Zuili nodded gently and slowly opened her eyes.
Before me stretched an endless expanse of darkness and emptiness, as if I were floating, my whole body feeling light and airy.
"Let's begin," Mo Zuili said, her voice hoarse and resolute.
The next instant, the entire void suddenly began to shift and change, as if heaven and earth were turned upside down, and countless points of light overflowed from the vortex and were instantly swallowed up.
Click—
A crisp sound, like glass shattering.
In the center of the void, a narrow opening was torn open, and inside the opening was a chaotic color.
Mo Zuili's body went out of control, flying out with the force.
The scene before my eyes rotated haphazardly, first pitch black, so dark that I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face, and even my own breath seemed to be swallowed by the darkness.
In an instant, a burst of multicolored light exploded, blinding Mo Zuili, the light twisting and swirling.
The next moment, the world of memory flashes by: the carved window lattices of the Mo family courtyard, the blue stone platform on the top of Yaowang Mountain, and the purple mist permeating the Phoenix Ruins.
In the blink of an eye, the neon lights of the modern world surged in, the ear-piercing screech of brakes from a car accident exploded in my ears, and then I was being chased after transmigrating into a book...
With each scene change, a tremendous force pressed in from all directions, causing Mo Zuili excruciating pain all over her body, yet she couldn't pinpoint exactly where the pain was coming from.
It wasn't the feeling of flesh being torn apart, nor the swelling and pain in the meridians; it was more like a pain seeping from the cracks in the bones and from the depths of the soul.
The pain caused Mo Zuili to instinctively curl up.
My emotions were also stirred up by this rotating scene.
When I see glimpses of the modern world, my lips involuntarily curl into a smile, and a brief surge of joy wells up in my heart.
Seeing that he was besieged after transmigrating into the book, he felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his chest, and anger instantly overwhelmed him.
Mo Zuili's voice suddenly rang in my mind: "Calm your mind, feel the mysterious power within you, and use it like you would spiritual energy."
Mo Zuili gritted her teeth, forcing herself to ignore the surging emotions and excruciating pain, and focused her mind on sensing her body.
Mo Zuili tried to mobilize this power to resist the pressure from the outside world, like two raging bulls pulling at her inside her body.
That mysterious power was rapidly dissipating. Mo Zuili felt like a sugarcane being repeatedly squeezed, its juice being squeezed out little by little. The originally abundant power became thin, and in the end, only a withered shell remained.
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