There are few things between heaven and earth that are beyond the knowledge of the God of Creation.
However, why the Heaven-Slaying Ancestral Sword and the Evil Infant Wheel of Myriad Tribulations were named “Heaven-Slaying” and “Myriad Tribulations” was destined to be unknown to the world, including the Creator God and the Demon Emperor. Because the Ancestral God had passed away, no one could guess his mind.
And the words of the end...
"You...actually...know?"
Nixuan and Mo'e both thought that they were the people who understood each other best in this world.
Ni Xuan once said to Mo Su: "Every time your old stubborn man moves his mouth, I know what fart he will fart next... Oh, by the way, in fact, the God of Creation also farts. Your old stubborn man farts six times every 100,000 years on average."
“Hmm… Hmm? You mean Li Suo? Bullshit! How can a god like Li Suo be compared with a rough god like us? Believe it or not, I will throw you into the Temple of Life right now.”
However, he and Mo'er had known each other for such a long time, but he had never heard him mention a word about this matter.
Mo'e still spoke the truth that only he knew in the world with his dead words: "The Great Ancestor God was born from nothingness. Over the long years, she created the mysterious power, the rules, the outline of the world, and the original appearance of living beings... until she completed the idea of creation."
"But if you want to create the world, you must first destroy yourself. As for the Ancestral God, who was born from nothingness, she created the world without any reference, and it is impossible to predict its direction and future. If it is distorted, collapsed, or destroyed... she is destined to be unable to interfere or change it since she has already perished."
“So, before returning to nothingness, the Ancestral God left behind two… instruments of correction.”
Fix...correct...
These are two very common words in the ordinary world, but when it comes to the ancestor god and the beginning of creation, these two words imply an invisible uneasiness that makes people tremble.
"The first corrected weapon, the Ancestral God endowed it with the power of extreme yang, and gave it the spirituality of a wise old man, and named it - the Ancestral Sword of the Heaven-Slaying."
"The second correction device, the Ancestral God gave it the power of extreme Yin and the purest child spirit, and named it the Evil Infant Wheel of Myriad Tribulations."
The storm in the Primordial Divine Realm stagnated, and even the space stopped shaking.
The signs and sounds of disaster all disappeared, and between heaven and earth, the sound of a heart beating violently was heard, as loud as thunder.
"The mission of the Ancestral Sword of the Heaven-Slaying is to monitor the stability and balance of the world's rules, which is also known as the 'Way of Heaven' in the eyes of the world. If the Way of Heaven is disrupted, the laws will collapse, and the world will be plagued by endless disasters until it finally collapses."
"The word 'Zhu Tian' in the Zhu Tian Ancestral Sword has never meant 'its power can destroy the heavens and the earth' as people think, but 'to destroy the way of heaven'."
“If the Way of Heaven goes against the grain, the Ancestral Sword of Heaven Punishment will release its ultimate power and annihilate the Way of Heaven, allowing the world to reshape the Way of Heaven, reshape the laws, and stop the collapse of the world.”
"But... Nixuan, you should understand that if the Way of Heaven is destroyed and the laws are completely collapsed, it will not hurt us at all, but it will bring endless disasters to all the spirits in the world. When the Way of Heaven and the laws are reshaped, the world will definitely no longer be the world it used to be."
"In today's world, the greatest maintainers, supporters, and balancers of the Heavenly Dao... are the gods and demons."
“…” Ni Xuan was stunned for a long time, unable to speak, but his heart was beating faster and faster.
Mo'e continued, "The world has flourished till now, and it has reached an endless prosperity. Over the long years, the Ancestral Sword Spirit has already developed feelings for the world, but such feelings are destined to not override the mission bestowed upon it by the Ancestral God."
He lowered his eyes and looked at the bronze sword in his hand. His calm gaze and expression were as if he was facing an intimate old friend.
"The Ancestral Sword Spirit is both my teacher and my friend. One day, it told me the reason for its existence and the mission it carries. It told me that even as powerful as the Ancestral God, it is impossible to predict the development of the world. If the consciousness of the Ancestral God still exists, facing such a world, even if the way of heaven is in chaos, he will definitely not be willing to kill him and reshape him."
"When the Ancestral Sword Spirit said this, it was filled with fear. It was afraid that if one day the Way of Heaven was truly disrupted, its mission would override its will, and it would swing the sword to kill the Heaven."
"So, after telling me everything, it chose... to destroy itself."
The sword is my mentor, the sword is my old friend...but we can no longer talk to each other.
No one knew except Mo'e. The sword spirit had long disappeared from the Zhutian Ancestral Sword, and only the [Last Ancestral Sword Might] remained in it.
"I once asked it, is it possible for the gods and demons to be reconciled and compatible?"
"It told me that the gods and demons are like the two ends of a balance scale. They repel each other, restrain each other, and balance each other. It has observed the changes of countless eras. It is precisely because of the mutual hostility and balance between these two giants that they can form an alliance for a long time, unite to fight against external forces, and eliminate internal strife."
"If the two races merge, it would be equivalent to the two races in the world losing their only constraint."
"It is impossible to predict what will happen from this. But... it is undeniable that there is a possibility that the balance will be broken and the way of heaven will be disrupted. And this possibility is too great."
"So huge that the Ancestral Sword Spirit couldn't accept it."
"So, before it chose to destroy itself, it had only one request... It wanted me to swear that as long as I live, I will never break the balance between the gods and demons. As long as this foundation is preserved, the way of heaven will never be disturbed."
Bang!
Nixuan's half-supported knees dropped heavily to the ground.
"How can I not swear this oath, and how can I not do it?" Mo'e murmured, "Because the words 'Zhu Tian' are the name of the sword, and also my god's name."
"My mission has been engraved into my soul and my blood since the day I was created."
A chilly wind suddenly blew, and this time, it blew up every strand of Zhutian God Emperor's hair.
"But why is he my only best friend? Why is he my most beloved son?"
His voice still did not contain a trace of sadness.
Because there is no sorrow in extreme pain, and no tears in extreme sorrow.
"And I am the only one in this world who cannot stop it."
He whispered softly, "Rebellion is engraved in your soul. If I try to stop you, it will only arouse your rebellious spirit. The only way is to exile the Heaven Smiting Devil Emperor and sever this connection forever."
"Mosu may seem cowardly, but he is actually extremely stubborn. He will do whatever it takes to achieve what he believes in, regardless of the consequences. There is no way he will stop. I have no choice but to execute him myself."
He hated himself, and also hated Ni Xuan: "Back then, I asked him to follow you for a thousand years, to cultivate the Heaven-Breaking Sword as a secondary reason, and to use your casualness to resolve his paranoia as the main reason... That turned out to be the biggest mistake I have ever made in my life."
Nixuan's five fingers sank deeply into the blood-stained soil. The countless wounds on his body could not make him feel any pain.
Those eyes that were always filled with smiles and a carefree look were now filled with a look of sorrow and confusion.
The mission of the Heaven-Slaying Ancestral Sword and the Evil Infant's Wheel of Myriad Tribulations is undoubtedly the most terrifying truth in this world. And Mo'e is the only one who knows this. For countless years, he has been carrying this burden alone and has never told anyone... Because even if he is the God of Creation, knowing this truth will oppress him for life and make it difficult for him to breathe.
No wonder, as the first creator god, he always stuck to his own way, never overstepped his boundaries, and was almost... cautious.
Finally, Ni Xuan uttered a voice that was several times drier than before: "Tell me, if the mission of the Ancestral Sword of Heaven is to reshape the Way of Heaven, then what is the mission of the Evil Infant Wheel of Myriad Tribulations?"
Mo'e spoke in five short words: "Purification of humanity."
“……”The blood flow around Nixuan’s body suddenly stopped.
"The spirit of 'evil' lies between good and evil, not leaning towards either side. With an infant as its initial spirit, it is extremely pure and clean, and thus can directly receive and perceive the good or evil from the world."
"If she gains more love and goodness in the world, she will cling to the world, protect the world, and become the wheel of protection for the world."
"On the contrary, if she has gained a lot of evil in the world, then the world in her eyes will be a filthy and evil world, and she will bring down the Ten Thousand Tribulations to cleanse the spirits of the filthy world."
Mo'e said woodenly, "By the time I learned all this from the Ancestral Sword Spirit, the demons had already made the most wrong and stupid move."
"The 'Evil Infant' has an uncontrollable childish temper, coupled with her overly terrifying power, which has caused her to accidentally cause disasters many times. If she can be tolerated, guided, and cared for for a long time, she will gradually merge into the demon clan and become the wheel of protection for the world."
"However, the power that surpassed the Demon Emperor and was uncontrollable made the demons extremely wary. In the end, they chose to use his childish thoughts to lure him into the formation, coax him to sleep, and then gather the power of all the Demon Emperors and Demon Gods to seal him forever."
"Then it better be an eternal seal. Otherwise, if she escapes the seal, her hatred and violence will be so great that even I cannot imagine how terrible the 'eternal calamity' will be."
The Zhutian Ancestral Sword slowly fell down, making a slight sound as it hit the ground.
Mo'e turned around, his back as bleak as the gray sky of the beginning of time: "Nixuan, the battle between you and me today will determine the fate of your daughter, and she is a heretic born from the union of the God of Creation and the Demon Emperor, so, no matter what, I must win, even if it is an unfair victory."
He took a slow step, and the heavy sword left a gradually extending scar on the primordial earth.
His voice also echoed heavily in this pale primordial world.
"I am destined to never see what kind of results the causes of this moment will bring. But at least, while I am alive, the union of God and Devil is blocked."
“I, the God-Slaying Emperor Mo’e, feel ashamed towards Mosu, myself, and you… But at least, I have never been ashamed of the name ‘God-Slaying Emperor’, never violated my oath to the Ancestral Sword Spirit, and never failed the destiny bestowed upon me by the Ancestral God.”
"Wait." Ni Xuan said, looking at Mo'e's receding back: "You still owe me... a bet!"
Mo'e's steps stopped, and the whole world seemed to be sealed off.
Finally, there was movement in the sealed world. Mo'e raised his hand, the space broke, and a pale golden barrier flew out and landed beside Nixuan.
The divine power of creation flows above the barrier, and the vague silhouette of a young girl can be vaguely seen in it.
"She can survive. But all demonic elements must be erased... This is my final concession."
Nixuan stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched the barrier in front of him, tears welling up in his gray eyes.
Suddenly, he realized something and growled, "You just said... 'It is destined to be impossible to see', what do you mean?"
Mo'e did not stop, his voice was as faint as smoke: "Just now, it was not the second time I used the might of the Ancestral Sword."
"It's the third time."
Ni Xuan: "!?"
"This is the second time I've exiled the Heaven Smiting Devil Emperor and his demon clan."
“The first time…” Although he was already emotionless, his voice still paused for a moment: “It was the execution of Musu.”
"In order to save Mosu, the daughter of Panming used the Panming Breaking Void Mirror to travel through the Primordial Divine Realm and appeared beside Mosu. I was prepared for this, but I never thought that she was carrying the Nirvana Wheel Bead."
"The two supreme magic weapons, the double blockade of space and time, are impossible to break free with my strength. When Mo Su was about to be taken away by the daughter of Pan Ming, I had to use the Ancestral Sword of Zhutian."
Nixuan's arms fell weakly and he slowly closed his eyes.
Using the Ancestral Sword three times...90% of his lifespan was reduced.
“As a spirit created by the Ancestral God, I will destroy the Heaven Smiting Demon Emperor and his clan. His crime is unforgivable. I will repay him with my own life, and I will also sever the lineage of Heaven and forever end his inheritance.”
"Because of my own righteousness, I killed my son with my own hands. I am not worthy of being a father, a god, a human being, or even of existing in this world."
He looked back and gave Ni Xuan a last deep look: "After this farewell, we will never meet again. Take care, my only dear friend."
As he took a step, a cold wind suddenly blew, staining his long hair with white patches.
In the gray world, only Nixuan's figure remains.
spouse……
Best friend...
brother……
belief……
Right or Wrong…
He raised his hands and grasped his face tightly, his five finger joints breaking one by one, but he still couldn't suppress the sobs that kept overflowing.
…
Temple of Life.
He had promised Jie Yuan that he would never see Li Suo, the creator god of life, again and would never go near the Temple of Life.
He broke his promise.
However, in the memory fragments, Li Suo was just a blurry shadow, and it was impossible to clearly see her celestial face that was so stunning in the era of gods and demons.
Perhaps, he deliberately blurred his gaze towards Li Su in order to keep his promise of "not seeing" Li Su to the greatest extent.
"Ni...Xuan?"
If it weren't for the unique aura of the elemental creator god, Li Suo couldn't believe that this dirty, tattered man with long hair was actually Ni Xuan.
He obviously cares most about appearance, and even quietly controls the direction of every flowing hair.
Nixuan did not respond to her. He walked forward slowly, and every step was so stiff and heavy.
He gently placed the "ice coffin" in his hand on the ground. Inside, a sleeping girl lay quietly, like an exquisite porcelain doll.
Yun Che recognized it at a glance; it was Hong'er.
"The Pivot of Eternity..." Li Suo whispered, "Who is she?"
"My...daughter..." Nixuan's lips opened and closed with difficulty, and his voice was dry like the friction of metal.
Li Suo was speechless for a long time.
"I reshaped her incomplete soul... but I couldn't make her soul fit perfectly... especially the sword soul that must exist..."
Because her mother... Heaven Smiting Demon Emperor had a sword soul. It was destined that one of her soul bases was also a sword soul.
"Li Suo, only you can do this."
"...I understand." Li Su didn't ask too much and nodded slightly.
"Thanks……"
He murmured two words, staring at the girl in the Hub of Eternity for a while, then turned around, dragged his feet, and walked out woodenly.
“Nixuan!” Li Suo called out to him, “What… happened to you?”
Ni Xuan made a voice that never belonged to the Elemental Creator God: "I made... a big mistake..."
"So what if it's a mistake?" Li Suo whispered, "You once laughed and said that there is no living being in the world who will not make mistakes. As long as the source of your heart is not evil, you don't need to be bound by your mistakes, but you must do your best to correct and make up for it, use your mistakes to wake yourself up, and make up for your mistakes with rightness."
Ni Xuan murmured: "That's because... some mistakes can be forgiven, and some mistakes cannot be forgiven."
Li Su was stunned for a moment, and then said to comfort him: "Whether in the God Realm or the Underworld, you have always been the most respected Creator God by all spirits, and there are countless people who have received your great kindness. The grace you have left for the world makes them willing to praise it for all eternity."
"The God of Creation..."
He whispered these three familiar words, but there was no color in his eyes: "I am no longer worthy of being the God of Creation. There is no longer any... Elemental God of Creation..."
Li Suo: “…”
Ni Xuan looked ahead with an empty look in his eyes: "I have caused great harm, I am not worthy of being righteous, I have never... fallen into evil, if I am still worthy of the name of God, then it is..."
“Evil…God…”
From him, the Creator God of Life felt extreme dejection, extreme regret, and extreme hatred... hatred towards himself.
Ni Xuan's heavy footsteps suddenly stopped.
"Li Suo..." he asked, "Is there... a place suitable for sleeping without being disturbed by anyone?"
Every word he spoke was so hoarse and tired.
Even though they were separated by dimensions and years, Lian Yun Che could clearly discern Ni Xuan's pain and escape from reality and fate.
Li Suo’s feelings were undoubtedly thousands of times heavier than Yun Che’s. She did not dissuade him, but only said lightly: “Southern Region, at the bottom of Tianming Tower… How long do you want to sleep peacefully?”
Ni Xuan said: "I don't know. Maybe a million years, maybe tens of millions of years... until my consciousness is willing to wake up, or never wake up."
Li Suo: “…”
"I entrust my daughter to you. Find a suitable identity and home for her. Do not tell her about her life. I only hope that she will live a carefree and happy life."
"It's just that this favor is hard to repay."
He turned his head, the corners of his lips twitching slightly... He was trying hard to smile, to express his gratitude, and to say a decent farewell.
But, after countless years, he, who always had a cheerful face, could no longer smile...as if he had forgotten how to smile.
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