Within the Chaos Bell, Facing Taiyi

The four imperial corpses and the Buddha corpses are one thing.

Taiyi's head?

The head of the Creation God??

But if Taiyi is the Creation God, what about Pangu? What about Primordial Heavenly Venerate?

Zhang Fusheng didn't know that there were far too many Creation God in mythology: Taishang created the world, Yuanshi created the world, Pangu created the world, and Donghuang created the world.

There is even a theory that Fuxi created the world.

However, the scene I saw when cause and effect were triggered was by no means a true illusion. It was clearly a reflection of a grand scene from the most ancient past under the influence of cause and effect!

Silence, silence, and more silence.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The Buddha statue stands tall, a soft sigh escapes, and the Grand Hall has returned to Mount Song, to the Shaolin.

Buddha statue:

"Take me to see it."

The Old Abbot prostrated himself on the ground, his eyes darting around, utterly respectful.

"Yes, Your Imperial Decree."

He then rose, bowed, bent over, and hunched his back, making a gesture of respect and leading the way with small, quick steps toward the place where the heads were buried.

A Buddha statue followed closely behind.

At this moment, the entire Mount Song was shrouded in a faint golden light, completely isolating it from the outside world.

No matter what, the creatures outside cannot see into the interior.

As Zhang Fusheng walked up the mountain, he glanced to the side and saw several somewhat familiar fighter jets circling in the sky beyond the golden light.

He chuckled and shook his head, glancing at the Old Abbot leading the way, or rather— the Weaver.

Monarch of Ten Thousand Changes.

Just how many bodies did this deity quietly possess, and how many people did it become?

This guy.

Could it be that they also want to follow the path of the Great Spirit?

Once this thought arose, it was impossible to stop— Zhang Fusheng didn't believe that the path of the Great Spirit was exclusive to the Fuli Chapter.

Just like the Pure Land of Buddha and blessed land, these are universal methods of spiritual practice.

Although the Great Spirit Method is rare and scarce, it is not unique. It is highly likely that some top cultivation methods, at the Venerable level, follow the path of the Great Spirit.

After all,

Compared to the superficial and simple methods of refining the universe and ancient realms, the benefits gained from the Great Spirit Method are far greater.

As his thoughts raced, Zhang Fusheng, whose will had descended upon the Sixteen-Foot Buddha Statue, followed the Old Abbot to a stone wall at the top of the mountain.

He gazed silently.

Seeing the Old Abbot trembling, his hand shaking as he traced light and shadow on the stone wall—

I have to say, this old guy's acting was pretty convincing.

If it weren't for my profound understanding of cause and effect, and my Fiery Golden Eyes to see through all illusions, I probably would have been fooled by this old man.

As thoughts turned,

Zhang Fusheng saw the stone wall suddenly split open, but what appeared behind it was not a stone path, but rather a huge, endlessly rotating vortex.

The vortex is composed of purely distorted light and shadow, imbued with infinite colors and endless brilliance.

With each rotation, it emitted a screeching sound like millions of people simultaneously scratching a blackboard with their fingernails.

The friction sounds were endless and repeated, and even Zhang Fusheng felt nauseous and uncomfortable when he heard them now.

The Old Abbot, bowing slightly, spoke cautiously:

"Venerable One, that head is sealed behind this vortex."

Zhang Fusheng gave him a meaningful look, then walked in without saying a word.

The Old Abbot's eyes widened—clearly he hadn't expected this terrifying fellow to actually walk right in.

And that's it?

Only after seeing the Sixteen-Foot Buddha Statue completely disappear into the whirlpool did the Old Abbot come to his senses.

"Ha???"

Meanwhile, at Dragon Tiger Mountain, Heavenly Master Hall.

"Ha???"

The Old Heavenly Master also expressed his surprise and doubt: The problem was solved so easily?

He was stunned for a moment, then immediately came to his senses, recalling the terrifying power of the Buddha statue, and took a heavy breath.

"What incredible luck! A guy with unparalleled power was suppressed just like that, hehe."

After a moment of contemplation, the Old Heavenly Master reached out and pointed, and projections of the Enraged, the Immortal, and the Joyful Sinner appeared.

"It's resolved."

He spoke in a deep voice:

"That ridiculously powerful being from beyond the boundaries has been lured by me to the place where the Father God resides, and into the subspace."

The three Outer God projections exchanged glances, and the Enraged snorted coldly:

"Your schemes and plots are quite interesting. They might even be somewhat effective. When will you be able to break through the barrier on this planet, allowing us to enter, worship the Father God, and search for the Four Great Origins?"

The Old Heavenly Master shrugged and smiled wryly:

"It's difficult. There's also Heavenly Monk guarding the planet. That guy is far stronger than me, as you all know. We'll have to proceed cautiously."

The Immortal lazily raised his eyelids and spoke indifferently:

"The Weaver, you wouldn't be doing this on purpose, would you? Do you want to monopolize the Four Great Origins and gain the Father God's favor all to yourself?"

The Old Heavenly Master raised an eyebrow and spoke in a cold voice:

"The Immortal, you'd better take back those words. I spent countless years barely managing to take over this Celestial Master's body, was it all for myself?"

"Besides, without the four of us entering the subspace simultaneously to appease the Father God, the Father God, in his chaotic state, would indiscriminately tear apart and kill all living beings, including me!"

Seeing that the two sides were once again on the verge of drawing swords,

The Joyful Sinner chuckled softly and spoke seductively:

"Alright, alright, there's no need to argue anymore. The Weaver has killed a powerful outsider, that's good news."

"It seems that no one from outside the realm will descend to interfere with our affairs anytime soon."

After pausing for a moment, the Joyful Sinner continued:

"Now all we have to do is wait, wait for the Weaver to break down the barrier so that the four of us can worship the Father God together."

A fanatical look appeared on His face, as did the Immortal and the Enraged.

Only the Old Heavenly Master lowered his eyelids quietly, making it impossible to see the color in his eyes.

The Enraged licked his lips:

"That is the Father God! If the Father God is conscious, the grace we have received will make it easy for us to break through this cage!"

His face was contorted, and a horrific, bloody aura emanated from the bronze throne beneath him, as he roared:

"Then! War! War!"

"I will unleash carnage across Myriad Worlds, the war will spread and sweep through every world, and finally I will charge towards the upper realm!"

"My throne is forged from blood and skull!!"

The Immortal and the Joyful Sinner glanced at the bloodthirsty madman with a hint of speechlessness, but then, a fanatical smile also appeared on the faces of the two Outer God.

The Immortal's Whisper:

"Breaking free from the shackles, I will bestow my love upon all living beings in the Myriad Worlds. They will comprehend the true meaning of stillness, and they will all live forever."

Those the Joyful Sinner are also invigorated:

"Joy! Joy! Joy!"

"We will be crowned in the heavens, and thereafter, only Father God will be above us!"

The Old Heavenly Master quietly observed the three Outer God shouting wildly, subtly pursed his lips, and then spoke in a low voice:

"Alright, now that the key has begun excavating the Four Great Origins, we should be successful soon."

"Perhaps we can actually unearth the original form of the Primal Human Ancestor."

After a short while,

He smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

"At that time, I will definitely be able to break through the barrier and let all three of you in, all of you in!"

The three Outer God nodded, and their projections slowly disappeared into the void.

The Old Heavenly Master stood alone once again in the Heavenly Master Hall.

His smile widened even further.

"You are all me."

"It will all be me."

The Old Heavenly Master murmured, and at that moment, the bodies and Soul Spirit he possessed raised their heads.

Some knelt before blood-soaked skulls, some lay lazily amidst the stench of decay, and some indulged in extreme pleasure and torment.

Some people are searching for the four fundamental principles, while others worship [the Father God].

These bodies and souls all suddenly revealed smiles at the same time—smiles that were cunning, treacherous, and bizarre.

The smile vanished in an instant.

"I will succeed in the end, and no one can stop me."

The Old Heavenly Master muttered to himself:

Even Buddha Ancestor is no more than this.

Sinking, sinking.

Zhang Fusheng felt as if hundreds of millions of people were howling, roaring, and howling in his ears.

The resounding sounds assaulted my ears and pierced my Soul Spirit.

He felt nauseous—a golden Buddha statue shouldn't have such primal physiological sensations, since it's made entirely of gold and has absolutely no flesh or blood!

But I just felt nauseous.

Zhang Fusheng took a breath, looking around in all directions. He couldn't see any boundaries, no end, nothing at all.

There was only a chaotic mix of countless colors twisted and intertwined; there was only [chaos].

The true [Great Chaos].

Time, space, concepts, all things

Everything here is a chaotic blur, intertwined, interfering with each other, merging with each other, and breaking apart.

"Is this what's called subspace?"

Zhang Fusheng murmured, and through the Gate of the Past, he heard the conversation in the Heavenly Master Hall once again.

"Subspace"

"No, this is not warp space."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, "Upward, upward, and ever upward," but he could never reach the end. All he could see and hear was chaos.

Chaos and primordial chaos, arising from nothingness and ending without end.

He seemed to see Myriad Worlds here, as well as the long river of time, ancient places, and a vague and indistinct future.

Everything, both the things and the things, the things that exist and the things that do not exist, are intertwined here.

The Great Chaos.

Upward, upward, ever upward.

Zhang Fusheng flew against the current, seemingly flying upwards, yet also flying downwards—or rather, simultaneously and in all directions.

He took a breath in and then exhaled.

He raised his head, then lowered it again.

The sense of chaos and disorder in everything almost drove him mad, yet it also made him incredibly calm and wise.

More accurately

Zhang Fusheng murmured softly:

"This place isn't 'not a subspace,' but rather it shouldn't be called a subspace."

Their eyes flickered with a chaotic interplay of cause and effect, revealing them as one of the few unaffected by this great chaos.

Only the Eight Sceneries Palace within his own divine realm, the Buddha Heavenly Position on his body, and the trace of cause and effect of Kunlun Jade Void hidden deep in his eyes.

With these three things, Zhang Fusheng successfully anchored himself, never losing his rationality, and never completely falling into chaos.

He went upward, and upward again.

I saw a head lying quietly at an infinite height, and beside the head, at the end of chaos, two large characters were engraved.

[Chaos].

It's simply the word "chaos".

Staring at his head, Zhang Fusheng felt himself burning up, his whole body burning hot, just like when he was in that Different Dimension.

Peeking into the headless, legless remains of the dying body in the setting sun!!

It turns out that the setting sun in Different Dimension is [Taiyi].

Zhang Fusheng stared at the two large characters for "chaos" high above, and suddenly realized the truth.

Turn out to be

This so-called subspace, this place of great chaos, is the legendary [Chaos Bell].

Zhang Fusheng suddenly realized the truth, yet he remained confused and bewildered; he was joyful, yet also sorrowful.

All the contradictions are simultaneously manifested in him.

He died from the scalding heat, yet he was reborn through the same scalding heat.

He entered Nirvana while being burned, and then attained Nirvana while being burned.

But in all his chaotic states,

They all witnessed the same scene.

It is at an infinite height.

It is a head lying quietly, asleep.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, her gaze falling on herself from top to bottom and then from bottom to top.

That broken, majestic, and indescribable head,

He then spoke softly.

"Such a complex atmosphere."

"The Heavenly Emperor, the Supreme Empress Nüwa, Shakyamuni Tathagata."

A deep voice echoed in the great chaos, reverberating within the [Chaos Bell].

The head silently asked:

"May I have your name?"

Zhang Fusheng struggled to raise his head, while simultaneously lowering it to meet the gaze of that head.

He witnessed the creation of the world once again.

The Primordial Ancient Scripture, by their very nature, followed the will of creation, and thus—

My understanding of all the chapters is increasing at an incredible rate!