Chapter 280 See, didn't you do it? (4000 words)
Xiao Mo raised his eyes and looked at the fragments of the Great Dao falling from the sky like snowflakes.
They drifted slowly down from the sky, eventually converging on the illusory altar that was faintly visible.
Under the continuous operation of the magic array, the life essence of the abbots of the ten Buddhist temples who had ascended to the Ascension Realm was not only extracted, but was also used as spiritual stones to maintain the operation of the magic array, and their physical bones also suffered varying degrees of damage.
The cultivation levels of these individuals, which were originally at the Ascension Realm, have now dropped to the Immortal Realm.
Moreover, due to the damage to his bones and meridians, he will likely never be able to take another step towards the Ascension Realm in this lifetime.
This was all part of Xiao Mo's plan.
In Xiao Mo's view, as long as his plan succeeds, no one's realm will be able to threaten Wang Xin's.
After about half an incense stick's time, under the effect of the magic array, the snow-white fragments of the Great Dao gradually condensed again, eventually transforming into a pure white sheet of paper.
The paper was as smooth as a mirror, and felt weightless to the touch, without the slightest roughness.
The paper is pure and utterly white, as if everything in the world related to "white" begins with it and ends with it.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, Xiao Mo took a step forward, step by step, soaring through the air.
Finally, he stopped in front of the blank sheet of paper.
He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with his right hand, while his left hand slowly stroked the blade. As his palm swept across the edge, blood instantly stained the blade crimson.
He used a knife as a pen and blood as ink, writing one large vermilion character after another on the white paper, stroke by stroke.
At the same time, the snow-white paper that carried the meaning of the Great Dao, and the words written on it by Xiao Mo, appeared clearly in the sky above the Western Regions like a mirage.
Whether they were ordinary people in the mortal world or cultivators, they all raised their heads and clearly saw every word on the "blank paper".
Everything seemed so close, yet so far away.
They didn't know exactly what had happened, but they could sense that the Western Regions might be changed because of this blank sheet of paper and every word on it!
Those who innocently murder ordinary people, and those who use the souls and flesh of others as nourishment to cultivate evil arts, will not be tolerated by Heaven and Earth.
As Xiao Mo made his final stroke, the sheet of paper covered in snow trembled violently.
The Great Dao Snow Paper seemed to be struggling to accept everything Xiao Mo wrote, yet it also seemed to be fiercely rejecting the law imposed upon it.
Xiao Mo simply watched calmly, waiting for the outcome.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, the white paper rolled up violently, then exploded with a bang, turning into countless tiny, shimmering white snowflakes that slowly rose into the air.
These snowflakes all carried the laws written by Xiao Mo, gradually merging into the Great Dao in the darkness.
"Boom!"
The heavens resonated, and the world responded.
Thunderclaps resounded from the depths of the sky.
Thick, dark clouds continued to gather and churn.
The inscription on the Great Dao appeared and then disappeared.
Day and night alternate constantly.
Winter snow and summer sun alternate endlessly.
In the short span of an incense stick's time, countless days and nights changed in the Western Regions, and countless seasons passed.
Xiao Mo gripped the long sword in his hand tightly, gazing at the dramatic changes in the sky.
His eyes were calm and deep.
Xiao Mo knew very well that the Heavenly Rules he had established with his own blood were only the first step.
This is like a subject writing down his request in a memorial to the emperor and then submitting it to him.
Whether the emperor will accept it remains to be seen.
Therefore, when the Great Dao Snow Paper, which carries the rules set by Xiao Mo, merges into the laws of heaven and earth, it is very likely to be rejected by the Great Dao itself.
The Great Dao will weigh the rules established by Xiao Mo.
They might accept all the rules set by Xiao Mo.
They might find Xiao Mo's rules too excessive and refuse them all.
They might accept some of the rules set by Xiao Mo, but then reduce the scope and duration of those rules.
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
Three deep, resonant bell tolls echoed from the heavens, shaking the very sky.
The world returned to its original daylight and seasons, and ceased to change.
The clouds in the sky suddenly parted, and a giant axe shaped like a mountain appeared in the sky.
The giant axe was formed from lightning, and its surface was covered with obscure and ancient runes.
The moment the giant axe appeared, it had already locked onto Xiao Mo's aura.
Xiao Mo had seen a similar record in an ancient book in the Wandao Sect's library.
This should be a giant axe modeled after the legendary axe that split the heavens.
"It seems that the Great Dao does not want to accept my rules."
Xiao Mo sighed softly.
He could sense the killing intent that the Great Dao had for him.
It is extremely difficult for even gods to arbitrarily establish laws, let alone a cultivator like myself.
Or perhaps even the Great Dao felt that he was overestimating his abilities.
But so what?
I don't care about any of that.
If the Great Dao does not accept it, then I will take up my sword and fight until the Great Dao accepts it.
"Boom!"
Another thunderous roar erupted as the giant thunder axe cleaved down towards Xiao Mo's head!
Xiao Mo swung the "Dyeing Ink" in his hand, unleashing the "Opening Heaven" strike of the Blood Demon Blade Technique.
The dark red blade energy collided violently with the giant axe formed from lightning.
Lightning and bloodlust intertwined and erupted.
A devastating storm swept across the land once again.
Apart from Wang Xin, who stood firmly at the center of the formation, all ten abbots of the Buddhist sects were blown away by this storm of spiritual energy.
Whether they were Buddhist disciples or demonic cultivators, they could only form a battle formation together to resist.
Even so, many cultivators standing at the forefront were destroyed by the storm, their bodies and souls annihilated.
After Master Xujing steadied himself, he immediately looked toward the center of the storm that had swallowed Xiao Mo, but he could not see anything. All he could see were streaks of lightning continuously striking down from the clouds, pointing directly at the figure in the center of the storm.
The figure continued to brandish the long sword in his hand, showing no sign of retreat.
Half an incense stick later, the earth-shattering storm gradually subsided.
The dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, the sky gradually cleared, and rays of sunlight shone down.
Immediately afterwards, the clear and profound Taoist chants spread like ripples throughout every corner of the Western Regions.
At the same time, all cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage and above clearly heard Xiao Mo's voice within their minds—
Those who innocently murder mortals, and those who use the souls and flesh of others as nourishment to cultivate evil arts, will face a severe calamity; Heaven and Earth will punish them for six thousand years.
Xu Jing and the others were startled.
They understood that the rules established by Xiao Mo had been accepted by the Great Dao.
From this moment on, this rule, which is integrated into the laws of the Great Dao, will continue for a full six thousand years.
Six thousand years...
Let's not even talk about how many changes the mortal world has undergone in the past six thousand years.
In the world of cultivation, over the course of six thousand years, countless cultivators have been born and perished.
Six thousand years is enough to define the history of the Western Regions.
Moreover, even if the constraints of the Great Dao dissipate six thousand years later.
The rules that Xiao Mo set today have probably already become unspoken rules that Western Region cultivators silently abide by.
Thinking of this, Xu Jing and the others felt a surge of complex emotions that were difficult to describe.
They never expected that this demonic lord who unified the Western Regions would ultimately establish a rule for the Western Regions.
This rule, in any case, will bring at least six thousand years of stability to the Western Regions.
From then on, ordinary people no longer had to be slaughtered like grass and ants.
The storm has finally subsided completely.
Xiao Mo slowly stepped out from mid-air.
At this moment, there was almost no intact skin on his body.
His clothes were torn, and the long sword in his hand, "Stained with Ink," had been broken in two.
Xiao Mo could no longer hear Ran Mo's voice.
To anyone who looked at it, the spirit of the demonic blade, stained with ink, had vanished, and the immortal weapon had once again become a lifeless object.
But that's not actually the case.
In the final moment of his battle with the Great Dao, Xiao Mo preserved a portion of the essence of Ranmo, which was equivalent to leaving behind a seed.
If the ink stain can be reforged from its broken blade in the future, this "seed" will naturally sprout and eventually awaken again.
However, although it sounds simple, in reality, repairing a celestial weapon to its original state is much more difficult than reforging it.
But at least, it gives my comrade-in-arms, who fought alongside me, a glimmer of hope.
"Young Master..."
Seeing Xiao Mo like this, Si Li's eyes trembled slightly, and she choked up.
She didn't care what rules the young master had established, nor did she care about the future of the Western Regions.
All she cared about was Xiao Mo's life and death.
At this moment, she could clearly feel that the young master's life force was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, and was even still fading away.
Just like the Blood Lord Peak Master back then.
Xiao Mo walked slowly but steadily toward Wang Xin.
Finally, he stopped in front of Wangxin.
Looking at Xiao Mo covered in blood, Wang Xin's eyes trembled slightly, her throat bobbed, wanting to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Do you remember what I told you before?
Xiao Mo gazed at her, a calm smile playing on his lips, his expression composed.
"I once said that I would become the greatest demon in the world."
And you—will become the only Buddha in this world.
"Xiao Mo... what exactly do you want to do..."
Wang Xin, who remained motionless, stared blankly at him.
Before Wang Xin could finish speaking, he suddenly realized that his body was out of his control.
She involuntarily raised her hand and reached out to Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo then gently placed the broken sword "Dyed Ink" in her palm.
Xiao Mo's lips curled into a smile, his voice deep and clear: "Now, I am the greatest demon in this world, and for you Buddhists and Taoists—to slay demons is a matter of course."
He paused, his gaze as deep and still as water: "Kill me, and all the karma in the Western Regions will end in your hands, and I will pave a path to Buddhahood for you."
"I don't want to...I don't want to!"
Wang Xin shook his head desperately, tears welling up in his eyes, but he couldn't control himself from gripping the broken knife tightly.
At that moment, Xiao Mo stopped suppressing his Immortal Realm cultivation and chose to undergo tribulation and ascend to immortality.
Almost the instant he released his aura, a gap suddenly tore open in the sky.
A giant bow formed from lightning was drawn in the clouds, its arrows sharp and pointed directly at Xiao Mo.
"What kind of lightning tribulation is this?"
Everyone watching this scene felt like they were dreaming.
Although the vast majority of people have never seen a cultivator in the Immortal Realm undergo tribulation and ascend to immortality.
However, at this moment, Xiao Mo's tribulation lightning was like the Great Dao itself drawing a bow, as if it wanted to shoot him through with an arrow.
However, Xiao Mo didn't even glance at the lightning tribulation he was about to face.
Xiao Mo's goal was not to transcend the tribulation.
Whenever someone breaks through to the next realm and ascends to immortality, a crack will open in the sky. For cultivators in the Immortal Realm, that is the gate to heaven.
The stronger and more talented a cultivator is, the larger the Gate to Heaven will be, and the higher the destination it leads to.
What Xiao Mo sought was nothing more than to use his breakthrough and ascension to open the path to heaven and the gate to the heavens.
Then, Xiao Mo used this magic array to hand over the path to heaven that he had opened up to Wang Xin.
Afterwards, as long as Wang Xin personally kills Xiao Mo, it will be equivalent to ending the karma of the Western Regions over the years, which is a great merit.
Using the same magic array, Xiao Mo transferred the Western Region Qi he had gathered on his body to Wang Xin.
Xiao Mo used the path to heaven that he had opened up in his Ascension Realm, plus the merit of Wang Xin killing Xiao Mo, and finally Wang Xin obtaining the fortune of the Western Regions, as well as Wang Xin's own Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart.
This path to heaven will reach an unbelievable height.
If one can complete the journey without attachment, it is highly likely that one will attain the state of Buddhahood!
Xiao Mo is going to send Wang Xin straight to the clouds!
"Xiao Mo, let me go! No... I don't want this!"
Wang Xin gripped the broken blade "Stained Ink," his entire arm trembling violently.
She struggled desperately, trying to regain control of her body, but it was like being caught in an invisible spider web; no matter how she resisted, it was all in vain.
Wang Xin could only watch helplessly as the broken blade approached Xiao Mo's heart inch by inch.
The next moment, perhaps because Xiao Mo was too tired, or perhaps because of his amazing willpower.
Wang Xin actually managed to break free from Xiao Mo's control slightly; she reached out with her left hand and tightly gripped her right wrist.
Seeing Wang Xin struggling, Xiao Mo calmly said:
"Wangxin, do you remember what happened at that temple? We made a bet: if you won, I would never kick you out; if you lost, you had to do one thing for me."
Now, kill me with this knife in your hand. That's what I want you to do!
"No, Xiao Mo, it won't work. I can't do it."
Wang Xin kept shaking her head, tears welling up uncontrollably and sliding down her cheeks.
"There's nothing I can't do." Xiao Mo shook his head, looking at the broken knife slowly approaching his heart.
Just as the blade was about to touch his chest, Xiao Mo raised his head, looked directly at Wang Xin, and the Dao patterns in his eyes suddenly flowed.
Wang Xin felt a sudden weight in his palm, and his wrist involuntarily thrust forward.
The sensation of a sharp blade slicing through flesh was clearly felt at Wang Xin's fingertips.
When he came to his senses, "Ink Staining" had already deeply penetrated Xiao Mo's chest.
Warm blood gushed out from the broken blade, soaking her pale right hand.
Wang Xin stared blankly at the scene before her, her mind a complete blank.
Xiao Mo fell forward, leaning against Wang Xin's shoulder. Warm blood stained her monk's robe, and her faint breath brushed against Wang Xin's ear.
"Killing someone isn't difficult, is it?"
Xiao Mo smiled and said, his weak tone like ripples on a lake that lingered for a long time, as if they could dissipate at any moment.
"See, didn't you do it?"
(End of this chapter)
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