1269: Chapter 373 Steal the Heaven_3 1269: Chapter 373 Steal the Heaven_3 His entire being fell into a strange silence; he wasn’t unconscious, yet he wasn’t fully awake either.
The only thing he could perceive seemed to be immortals fighting in his mind, the sound of swords clashing, drums beating, and banners fluttering…
All sorts of noises merged into chaos, how long it lasted, he did not know—maybe three to five days, or perhaps three to five years.
Su He, without knowing when, could no longer sustain his human form and had transformed into a beast form.
Even in beast form, he recovered all his strength.
Only then did the sound of the Tao Te Ching in his mind suppress those chaotic noises.
Su He slowly awoke, feeling as though his entire mind was a muddle, as if on the verge of bursting from unbearable pain, he shook his head vigorously, hesitated for a long time before daring to look towards the Central World.
He recited the Tao Te Ching in his heart with all his might.
Now looking at that world, it seemed like a scaled-down model of the entire universe, with the Three Thousand Great Worlds and countless smaller worlds, various secret lands, and forbidden zones…
But over the entire world, there were faint black lines, forming symbols that fell upon the mountains and the world.
These were the black fish-like lines seen during the crossing of the Heavenly Tribulation, yet now the lines no longer connected to the grand sun and seemed like rootless sources.
Nonetheless, they firmly occupied the world, influencing everything in it.
Wind, rain, thunder, lightning…
One could not control them, yet they influenced the world bit by bit.
Was this the means by which Yuan invaded the world?
Su He had a realization.
From the World Sandtable, he could sense strands of power continuously extracting the Power of the World, using it up and at the same time consuming the black symbols.
Upon closer contemplation— the fastest draining source was all too familiar.
Thai Zu!
Below him were the Tao Masters, Ji Feixue, the Old Monk…
even the Sealed Emperor Great Ancestor.
They were the Immortal Sovereigns!
A channel of the Immortal Sovereign had just collapsed, it was the Second Ancestor of the Sealed Emperor.
The elders of the Sealed Emperor’s Palace had just changed their allegiance but had not yet had the chance to fully convert to Yuan’s supporters and followers.
Before Thai Zu changed the grand sun and Suppressed and Killed Yuan’s One Finger, was this the primary means to delay the intrusion of Yuan into heaven and earth?
No wonder both the Big Freedom Bodhisattva and the Sealed Emperor Old Ancestor were still alive and well.
Had the Old Ancestor sent me here to replace these Yuan symbols?
Like refining Boundary Stones at Spirit Mountain?
This was not the true power of Yuan here but rather the power left behind by Yuan’s One Finger, which had once been shattered and then restored.
Su He still did not know whether the consciousness within that finger belonged to the true will of Yuan or was dominated by Li’s consciousness.
An avatar?
A split body?
Or a derivation?
If these were truly Yuan’s symbols left behind, even Thai Zu would be helpless, wouldn’t he?
Su He stepped forward, reaching towards the World Sandtable, but with a hum, a force struck out, repelling him.
That was the true Power of the World, the concentration of the entire world’s power.
Su He was not the origin of all things; he had no right to touch the sandtable.
Meanwhile, the cultivators of Mystery Huang World simultaneously looked up, faces filled with shock.
Just a moment ago, the tribulation clouds in the entire sky had suddenly converged, forming a shape like a giant hand, bursting with terrifying Heavenly Tribulation’s aura, making them believe another Heavenly Tribulation was about to descend.
The hand-shaped tribulation clouds arrived quickly and dissipated just as fast, vanishing without a trace.
As if it had never appeared.
Ya Ya, who had been half-faded and nearly completely hidden within the eggshell, suddenly leaped up and cried out, “Daddy!”
The others, not understanding, turned their gazes towards the suddenly excited Ya Ya.
Ya Ya cried out, “That was Daddy’s hand!
I recognize it!
From the Dark Dragon Ruin, I held it for a long time, every palm line I know!”
The four Turtle Grandpas: “…”
Stop fooling around!
His Turtle Kid indeed exceeded expectations and was even involved in the battles of the ancestors, truly displaying the aura of a Clan Leader.
But no matter how impressive, he could not become a Heavenly Tribulation or manifest one.
That was a Heavenly Tribulation, not just any thundercloud!
To say that Su He had the power to gather clouds stronger than Heavenly Tribulation, they would believe.
But they absolutely would not believe that Su He could gather Heavenly Tribulation itself.
The nature was different; Heavenly Tribulation belonged to heaven and earth!
Ya Ya blinked, “Really…
I’m not lying to you all!”
You certainly recognize Dad’s hand, I saw you holding hands with that stinky dad when you arrived!”
Su Huanian’s face immediately stiffened.
The several Turtle Grandpas turned their heads away, some studying clouds, some studying ants, holding back their laughter, pretending not to have heard.
After the laughter, they still looked up at the sky.
They could not join the battle above, but they wondered what Turtle Kid had done.
Since Ya Ya insisted so surely that it was Turtle Kid, even if it wasn’t, there must be a reason.
What kind of battle involved heaven and earth?
Heavy thoughts weighed on everyone’s minds.
Seeing that nobody believed her, and even her mother did not help to explain, Ya Ya snorted and dived back into the egg.
With a plop, her body completely unfurled, transforming into a perfect Turtle Egg.
A Turtle Egg the size of a small vat, with thunder and lightning weaving through it.
Su He, unaware of the events in Mystery Huang, was repelled by the World Sandtable and naturally understood the reason.
After a moment of silence, his mind recited the Tao Te Ching in its entirety, and gradually, a circle of Taoist light appeared behind his head.
The Taoist Ancestor’s Fingerbone automatically detached and merged into the light behind his head.
Su He reached out his hand again towards the sandtable.
This time, the sandtable flickered but did not repel him again.
The power of Su He flowed like water into the sandtable.
This sensation was indeed very similar to the snatching of Boundary Stones on Spirit Mountain.
The Buddha…
or rather the Taoist Ancestor, must have entered here before!
The Buddha’s founding of Spirit Mountain must have taken reference from the structure of this place.
However, why didn’t the Ancestor leave his own symbols here, to transform the world into his own image?
Su He’s power continued to erode, but he did not erase the black symbols.
Instead, next to the black symbols, a symbol belonging solely to himself began to form.