Yang Mei's Space Art! The Cute Baby Was Stunned!
Fuxi's gaze lingered briefly on the Yin-Yang Ancestor before slowly shifting away.
He already knew what was going on.
Conventional methods won't work if you want to control these ancient monsters that have lived for countless years.
Ordinary tests of Dao Heart are nothing more than Qingfeng breeze to them, unable to stir up the slightest ripple, and certainly unable to arouse the slightest interest in the Little Ancestor on the mountaintop.
We must achieve victory through unconventional means.
We must let them reveal their most essential, most unknown side.
"Next, Fellow Daoist Yang Mei."
Fuxi's voice calmed down. He looked at the Daoist in the green robe, whose figure was elusive, like a wisp of green smoke, ready to dissipate into the void at any moment.
This one is Chaos Demon Gods of the same generation as Pangu and Hongjun.
Fuxi dared not be negligent in the slightest, but his curiosity was also aroused even more.
How will this Space Master choose within the Destiny Illusion he has woven for himself?
A stream of Seven-Colored Streamer rose from the River Diagram and Luo Script, its brilliance far surpassing that of the previous one by a hundred times.
As the light flows, billions of Miniature Universe are born, die, and collapse within it, and every speck of light contains the ultimate evolution of a Space Laws.
"Go!"
Fuxi pointed to a single point.
The Seven-Colored Streamer silently disappeared into the center of Yang Mei the Great Immortal's brow.
Yang Mei's body remained completely still.
He simply opened his eyes slowly, his pupils reflecting the cycle of creation and Cosmic Birth and Death. He nodded slightly to Fuxi as a greeting.
The next moment, the world before his eyes changed.
On the water mirror of the "Destiny Live Broadcast Room," the scene changes.
It is no longer a mountain of corpses Blood Sea, nor a desolate universe.
Instead, it was a vast and magnificent Doomsday Star Sea heading towards its end.
Countless stars are dying out, becoming cold, Dead Stars.
Galaxies are torn apart by the violent pull of gravity, and massive Black Hole are scars on the universe, greedily devouring everything around them.
One by one, the Divine Chains of Law snapped, the flow of time became chaotic, and space became as fragile as paper, riddled with hideous cracks.
This is a universe that is about to return to nothingness.
With Yang Mei, he stood at the center of this apocalyptic scene.
He could clearly sense that he only needed one thought.
With unparalleled control over the Space Dao, one can tear apart the Cosmic Barrier and step out in one stride.
Returning to the safe Chaos Sea, unaffected by the annihilation of this universe.
At the same time, he also saw another option.
Deep within the core of this universe, a final, purest Genesis Origin is still being nurtured.
If he were to intervene and use his Great Magic Power to suppress the collapse of the universe and restore the disordered laws, he might have a chance to preserve this wisp of origin, allowing this universe to be reborn after countless ages.
But this would consume an immeasurable amount of his energy.
It might even become tainted by the Karma of Annihilation of this universe, affecting its own path to enlightenment.
To simply live a life of self-preservation and gracefully depart?
Or should one strive to save the world, expending all their energy to save a dying universe that has nothing to do with them?
This is a more significant and difficult choice than what the previous Blue Robed Rogue Cultivator had encountered.
At the foot of the mountain, millions of living beings held their breath.
Even though they couldn't understand the profound mysteries within, the Doomsday Despair conveyed through the water mirror still sent shivers down their Divine Soul.
"If it were me, I would have fled long ago," a great demon murmured.
"Save a dying universe? The karmic consequences are too great; whoever gets involved will die!"
At the Kunlun Mountain Peak, the expressions of the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa also became solemn.
If they were in their shoes, they would probably be in the same dilemma.
This is no longer a simple test of Dao Heart, but a probing of the fundamental "Dao" of the cultivator.
Is it seeking Self-Transcendence, or seeking the Well-being of All Beings?
However, in the illusion, Yang Mei showed no hesitation whatsoever.
He didn't even have a moment's thought.
He gazed at the magnificent yet tragic apocalyptic scene before him, and for the first time, a look of "appreciation" appeared in his usually calm eyes.
"Decay, too, is a kind of beauty."
He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it carried a strange Magic Power that silenced the raging, chaotic universe.
Then he smiled.
He extended a finger, slender and translucent, and casually pointed it at the collapsing sea of stars before him.
It possesses no earth-shattering magical power.
It does not possess any world-destroying supernatural powers.
It was just a casual decision.
The next moment, something that defied everyone's expectations happened.
That collapsing sea of stars was put on pause.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Mei's fingers moved slowly in the air, the movements elegant, like those of a peerless dancer.
As his fingertips traced a line, the entire universe began to be "folded" in an unbelievable way!
He casually stacked a supernova that was exploding, transforming it into a dazzling, eternally blooming Flower of Starlight.
A colossal Black Hole that greedily devoured everything was transformed into a docile Cosmic Fountain that constantly spewed out colorful bubbles by his simple hand.
Countless galaxies colliding and being destroyed were dismantled, reassembled, and arranged into a magnificent Starry Sky Scroll Painting composed of billions of starlight under his fingertips!
He did not save the universe.
He did not escape this universe either.
He actually... treated a universe heading towards its end as a lump of clay, a work of art, a canvas for unleashing creativity!
He is using the death of the entire universe to compose the most magnificent and aloof movement that belongs only to his own Space Dao!
"Wow--!"
At the mountaintop, Lin Shen's mouth was agape in an "O" shape, and he didn't even notice the candy beans rolling down his mouth.
His large, dark eyes clearly reflected the fantastical post-apocalyptic universe in the water mirror, shimmering with an unprecedented light!
"The stars are dancing! That dark hole is blowing bubbles!"
"That uncle is amazing! He turned all the glitter into a painting!"
The little guy's face flushed with excitement as he danced around in Taiqing Laozi's arms, kicking his short legs back and forth.
"This is fun! This is so much fun!"
"It's a million times better than Uncle Fuxi's Turtle Painting!"
Fuxi, who was not far away, froze completely when he heard this ruthless betrayal from his own nephew.
He felt his Dao Heart crack open with a "crack".
His carefully cultivated "Good Uncle" image was utterly crushed in the face of Yang Mei the Great Immortal's artistic "Playing with the Universe" maneuver.
"Brother Fuxi, you flatter me."
In the illusion, Yang Mei and smiled at the void, his figure slowly fading away.
The test is over.
Without a doubt, it passed.
Furthermore, he received the highest praise ever from Lin Shen!
Fuxi's face turned pale as he forcibly suppressed the sense of defeat in his heart.
He knew that this time, he had met his match.
His gaze moved slowly, finally settling on the last person in the examination room.
That Sloppy Old Daoist was the most unreliable, the most outrageous, and the most unpredictable from beginning to end...
Qiankun Ancestor!
"Fellow Daoist, it's your turn."
Fuxi's voice carried a hint of trepidation and anticipation that he himself was unaware of.
He really wanted to know.
What kind of earth-shattering antics will this oddball, who can turn his Second Brother's maze up with Roasted Sweet Potato and Mahjong, pull off when faced with his own final fateful choice?
He made his decision.
We need to give this Old Fellow a truly soul-searching, Killer Question!
The Ultimate Test Question that he could no longer solve by resorting to underhanded tactics!