New and Old

Xue Min gazed at the scene and whispered:

"Those who seek gold throughout history have all followed the paths of their predecessors, but now he intends to establish his own order based on his own faith. If this Divine Ability is achieved, all the Geng Wood Lingji within a radius of ten thousand miles will obey his commands, establishing faith with heaven and earth. What a magnificent ambition!"

Ni Polu scratched his head, clearly not understanding, but he was also too intimidated by the solemn atmosphere to breathe loudly, and only whispered, "It sounds somewhat like the Confucian School school?"

Su Yao shook his head. "Confucian School is about the order of rites and music, establishing trust through education, Erecting Wood to Establish Trust ancestral laws, and establishing trust through law. The law does not discriminate between relatives and nobles, and rewards and punishments are clearly distinguished. This is completely different from Confucian School, which is one firm and the other gentle."

Yang Xuanye stood aside, his face ashen. As the prefect, in charge of the administration of the prefecture, he understood the weight of the words "establishing trust" better than anyone. Principle stand; without trust, the people will not follow. Mo Chen's Divine Ability clearly incorporated the essence of Legalist School into the cycle of life and death in Geng Wood.

Then the wooden pole suddenly trembled, and a dazzling blue light burst forth from it.

The light was not eerie; instead, it exuded an extremely upright and chilling aura, like an official judging a case or a clear mirror reflecting the law. It caused the surrounding stench to sink and no longer dare to spread arrogantly.

On the wooden pole, dense inscriptions appeared, each stroke as if carved by a knife and axe, exuding a solemn law. The inscriptions were neither words nor patterns, each stroke containing an immense power, as if the most ancient laws of heaven and earth were being awakened one by one.

Mo Chen suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils no longer showing any trace of femininity or evil, but only a stern and resolute emerald light.

He extended a finger, pointed it in the air, and uttered a single word:

"Stand!"

The sound was like thunder, exploding through the Great Void.

The wooden pole crashed down, hovering precariously in front of Mo Chen. The myriad feet of azure light emanating from it suddenly receded, disappearing entirely into the pole itself.

The wooden pole solidified, turning entirely dark blue-black, as steady as a mountain, with inscriptions appearing and disappearing on its surface, flowing slowly as if alive.

The third treasure is complete.

As Su Yao gazed at the dark green wooden pole, he felt an Vast Righteousness aura wash over him, cleansing away any trace of impurity in his Spirit Platform.

He thought to himself: This is the legacy of Shang Yang, the order of Legalist School, indeed completely different from the various schools of Immortal Dao.

Xue Min's expression changed.

He didn't speak, but just stared at Mo Chen's back, his gaze filled with an indescribable complexity.

The first three Divine Ability were corruption, life, and order. This Geng Wood one, was clearly no longer seeking a sliver of hope, but rather using its own path to reenact the path of the Dharma Ancestor.

The fourth beam of Divine Ability light silently split open the moment the wooden pole was completed.

Without a roar or a sudden surge, the ball of light, like a ripe fruit, slowly cracked open from the middle, then receded to both sides, revealing a swirling mass of dark-colored energy within.

Within that airflow, countless fine lines could be faintly seen, like the warp and weft of the universe. Each line represented an old rule, an old order, interconnected and layered, forming the "common sense" that all living beings in this world take for granted.

Mo Chen stared at the wisp of dark energy, slowly raised his hand, spread his fingers, then suddenly clenched them, and parted his lips slightly:

"Change Established Rules!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the dark aura suddenly became violent. Countless old patterns began to twist and struggle wildly, like spider webs being scorched by fire, breaking off one by one and shattering into pieces.

With each break, a faint, crisp sound emanated from the Great Void, as if the heavens and earth were resonating with it. At the same time, the sound was extremely soft, resounding directly in people's hearts, as if something deeply rooted was being forcibly stripped away.

The broken lines did not disappear, but instead re-converged, intertwined, and recombined in the air. The old warp and weft collapsed, and new warp and weft were generated. Within this small space, a transformation concerning "common sense" is unfolding.

At this moment, Mo Chen's movements became faster and faster, his ten fingers flying incessantly. As his fingers flew, the shattered patterns gathered more and more, eventually forming a huge vortex around him.

Old rules and new patterns collide, merge, and regenerate in the vortex, producing countless fine, cracking sounds, creating a breathtakingly beautiful effect.

After an unknown amount of time, the vortex suddenly stopped.

Mo Chen withdrew his hands, and the countless newly formed patterns, like rivers flowing into the sea, all disappeared into his palms.

The light faded, and he held an ancient mirror in his hand.

The mirror surface was as clear as water, yet it was completely empty.

But if you look closely, you will find that the mirror seems to contain mountains, rivers, the sun and moon, plants and insects, all silently changing and flowing. The old scene is just fixed when it is replaced by a new scene, and so on, endlessly.

The fourth treasure is complete.

Su Yao's gaze fell upon the ancient mirror, and he suddenly felt dizzy. The ceaseless changes reflected in the mirror gave him a strange feeling, as if many things he had always firmly believed in had become uncertain at this moment.

He took a deep breath and steadied himself.

Mo Chen did not stop.

The fifth beam of light has already illuminated.

Unlike the previous four, this ball of light showed almost no unusual phenomena. It simply shone quietly, like a very pale white Great Yang, which seemed out of place in the dark green Great Void at this moment.

But Su Yao knew that this was the most difficult part, the core of Geng Wood's technique:

"Renew All Under Heaven!"

The old decay has vanished, the new life has been established, the legal order has been set, and the old rules have been changed. This fifth path is both a conclusion and a beginning. It is the final destination of the previous four paths and the ultimate pursuit of the Geng Wood Path: a world renewed.

Facing the ball of light, Mo Chen did not cast any more Method Formula.

He simply walked step by step toward the ball of light.

With each step he took, the four treasures behind him trembled slightly.

The dark green beads released a torrent of miasma, fireflies surged within the clear blue crystal, the inscriptions on the dark green wooden rod seemed to boil, and the scene within the ancient mirror changed wildly.

The power of the four Divine Ability, like four torrents, simultaneously flowed into his body and then surged towards the last ball of light.

The ball of light remained still, swallowing up all the turmoil, and then began to slowly rotate.

With each rotation it makes, the surrounding Great Void brightens a little more. That brightness is vitality, hope, and the clear and bright atmosphere that should exist between heaven and earth after the decay of the old world.

Mo Chen stopped before the ball of light and slowly closed his eyes.

His dark Lü Yu began to shatter piece by piece, like old leaves falling from a branch. On his exposed skin, countless fine green veins appeared, like new buds breaking through the soil, like spring vines spreading.

The green veins continued to grow, spread, and converge, eventually gathering at a point between his eyebrows.

The verdant green between his brows bursts forth in a spectacular display.

The fifth Divine Ability, like a new sun, slowly rose from the ball of light. The light was not intense, but extremely pure. Wherever it shone, the putrid air vanished and the turbid air dissipated, as if the Great Void had been cleansed anew.

Deep within the ball of light, something is condensing.

Su Yao could no longer see clearly.

The light was so intense and pure that it stung his eyes slightly.

He closed his eyes, and the Rising Yang Mansion seemed to be bathed in that light, filled with warmth.

Is this what "Renew All Under Heaven" means?

The old world has decayed and decayed, and the first ray of light of the new world is about to break through its shell.

He held his breath and dared not move.