Chapter 1618 Breaking the Cycle

Domineering aura, sharp moves.

The sword qi was fierce and unparalleled, seemingly invincible, while the Yin and Yang energies were incomparably profound, evolving all phenomena of the heavens.

The combination of the two was an unspeakable ease and perfection!

After the initial shock, the blue-robed scholar sighed helplessly. The moment the thought rose to the surface of his soul, his body drifted backward, as if walking through fate, avoiding the convergence of Yin and Yang.

But his movements suddenly froze.

It was the power to arrange the trajectories of all things.

It was the manipulation and ordering of all sentient beings, showing the ruthlessness of fate towards them.

But—

Yin and Yang existed before all things!

Fate was a power based on all phenomena; if the phenomena did not exist, how could there be fate?

"Mere fate, nothing more than the arrangement of suffering and misfortune for the weak."

"How dare you act presumptuously here?"

The white-robed youth's voice was calm and indifferent.

His right hand formed a sword with two fingers, ordinary and unremarkable, slicing through the gap between heaven and earth.

The Yin and Yang energies had already transformed into chains, locking the blue-robed scholar who had avoided the first round of attack. The power that seemed to control all phenomena lost its effect when faced with Yin and Yang, passing straight through as if through air.

And the Yin and Yang energies were like maggots on a bone.

Instantly, they clung to fate.

Some pulled at fate's wrists, others sealed fate's waist, and some even tore at the surrounding space-time. The other end spread downward, not in a directional sense, but in a deeper sense, not yet fallen into the mortal world, so the Yin and Yang energies spread downward.

A point of emerald green fell, transforming into vegetation. The vegetation broke through the earth and proliferated into forests in the blink of an eye, stretching for thousands of miles.

Another stream of light fell, and mountains rose, layer upon layer, like earth dragons soaring into the sky, transforming into mountains and rocky forests.

The white-robed man walked between heaven and earth.

And behind him.

Mountains, lakes, seas, water, fire, thunder.

The innate Eight Trigrams, all phenomena of the heavens, unfolded in all their glory.

Fuxi, with a single stroke, opened the heavens and created all things.

This was not the so-called single stroke he used to playfully open the cracks in the heavens and earth under Di Jun's nose when joking with A'Wa.

It was just a simple stroke in the void with his finger.

That was all.

Fuxi's true methods, always hidden beneath his own heavenly secrets, were finally revealed.

The blue-robed scholar saw his powers being broken down and scattered.

He saw the surrounding world becoming more and more prosperous, so prosperous it was almost demonic. Mountains and rocks transformed into huge hands, grasping fate in their grasp, and vines as tough as divine weapons appeared, binding the blue-robed scholar—

…The whole world was rejecting him, trying to swallow him.

Fate struggled, a vast and terrifying aura exploded, and suddenly he felt a strong sense of oppression. He saw the world transforming into a sphere, with all things trying to engulf him. Then, at the edge of his vision, he saw fingers, white and slender, huge beyond compare, propping up the sky.

The giant hand grasped the "world" in its palm.

He raised his head and saw the cold, indifferent golden vertical pupils burning like flames.

The five fingers closed.

The world returned to silence.

Boom!

A huge aura exploded. Within that silent world, there were unchanging laws that continued to exist. All things returned to death; this was precisely what fate pursued. Therefore, this alone could not effectively harm fate.

The blue-robed scholar stood in the void, striding forward.

Each step gave birth to strange phenomena.

Vegetation withered into soil, mountains and rocks collapsed, seas turned into mulberry fields, and all things turned to ashes.

"Everything returns to death."

And I shall find my destination within it.

The corners of the blue-robed scholar's mouth curved slightly, his smile gentle and sincere, yet tinged with madness:

"Can you take me there?"

He needed to destroy the blue-robed scholar.

But to him, the so-called death and annihilation were precisely his wishes and pursuits. He wanted to bring all living beings and himself to this final ending, erasing everything between life and death, breaking the cycle of reincarnation. Therefore, death could not threaten him.

The Great Dao does not die.

Sentient beings do not die.

Therefore, fate does not die.

I do not die.

The white-robed youth's expression was indifferent, and his five fingers clenched.

The ashes of all things restrained fate.

Fuxi's expression was cold, but still calm.

It was just that this guy was as difficult to kill as expected.

Although he had not been able to fulfill his wish of deconstructing death and annihilation, incorporating them into the trajectory of all things, and then relying on the annihilation of the world to send this guy away in one go while turning the prototype of the great world he had created into fireworks, he had successfully prevented fate from displaying its truly terrifying torrent of power by borrowing from all things.

Using the death of all things to briefly enhance fate's aura, he also took the opportunity to make fate's aura chaotic, unable to be controlled smoothly.

And in that instant.

A ray of sword light had already swept over.

The black-haired Daoist's expression was calm as he stepped on the Yin and Yang energies that had turned all things to ashes, almost without hesitation. Then, the sword in his palm spun, the Qingping Sword shimmering with a brilliant light that seemed to contain the power to cleave everything, and suddenly slashed horizontally.

The appearance of this sword was too clever, and the grasp of the battle opportunity was too perfect.

Fate had to stop his power.

His arms crossed, he forcibly resisted this sword.

Even though it was a body returning to silence, he felt an unparalleled stinging sensation at this moment, as if this sword was truly an existence that transcended life and death, and stood above all laws. Just as this stinging sensation scattered his power again, preventing it from being completed smoothly, the rotation of Yin and Yang erupted again.

!

...He was restrained again.

Fuxi forcibly manipulated his aura, and yes, his power was surging.

However, the rapidly surging aura in a short period meant that it was not bound and could not be operated at will.

That represented a state of loss of control for a breath or even longer.

And the moment of release was the moment when the sword light flowed and erupted.

There was actually a sense of Yin and Yang flowing and circulating endlessly between them, giving him no chance to breathe.

The cooperation between these two was seamless.

It was impossible to tell that they had just been at loggerheads, seemingly fighting to the death.

It could be called a perfect meeting of minds.

Was it fake?

Were they acting together?

Were they deceiving my clone, bluffing me?

Thoughts floated in the blue-robed scholar's mind, and then they were all suppressed.

Under the endless attacks of Yin and Yang circulation, he finally saw the problem and knew why the attacks of these two were so perfect, because both of them possessed extremely powerful Yin and Yang auras. Even the Yuanshi Tianzun at this moment was showing some characteristics of inverting Yin and Yang.

"This is!"

Wei Yuan's expression was peaceful at this moment, and his cooperation with Fuxi was even more seamless.

What he thought of in his mind was when he was trapped in the Yin and Yang tribulation, Fuxi had sent the Xuanhei Turbid World Flag and had also transmitted a jade slip. The words on the jade slip were also woven with Yin and Yang energies. At this moment, Fuxi held the Yin, and Wei Yuan controlled the Yang. If the words on the jade slip were split with Yin and Yang energies.

Then each section would have a part of the text light up, combined as follows.

Their paths were different, and they could not work together, but neither of them thought of themselves as crazy or eccentric.

But on the point that fate was a madman, even Di Jun had reached a consensus.

Then there was no doubt that they should be united against external aggression.

Neither Fuxi nor Wei Yuan could erase Nuwa from the world they envisioned for the future.

But the guy in front of them would.

This was already the biggest conflict.

The surge of Yin and Yang energies caused fate's movements to stagnate as he realized what was happening. The next moment, a violent sword intent rose, with a sense of vastness and grandeur.

The sword light crisscrossed, and the ripples of the law were so brilliant that they filled people's eyes with light, causing them to lose all vision. Even the blue-robed scholar felt a blankness in his sea of consciousness. In this blankness, he saw the black-haired Daoist with indifferent eyes, holding a sword in his right hand.

In those deep eyes, as deep as an abyss, there seemed to be golden flames burning.

That was karma, the most secret and stable force between all things in the world.

The annihilation of all things was right in front of him, and the connection between all living beings was laid out plainly before Wei Yuan. The golden threads were clear and distinct, but Wei Yuan did not strike immediately. Instead, he paused, and the golden fire of karma burned even more fiercely.

…That blazing and domineering fire seemed to have surpassed Fuxi's golden vertical pupils.

The blue-robed scholar suddenly felt a coldness emerging from the bottom of his heart.

He instantly understood.

"You want to cut off my karma?!"

The black-haired Daoist said gently, "Wrong."

"I just want to sever this concept from your own karma."

"From now on, you will no longer be fate, but just the concept of death."

The black-haired Daoist held the sword in his right hand and brushed the blade with his left finger.

The sword in his hand fell flatly.

Before this, the supreme fate was besieged by the clear and turbid worlds, and finally fell, its Dao fruit divided into three.

It became heavenly secrets, karma, and destiny.

After this sword, karma and destiny would no longer be related.

No…

It was not that they were no longer related.

Rather, from ancient times until now, karma had never been a part of destiny. The past also did not have the so-called fate splitting karma. It was only in the battle where fate fell that karma was born between heaven and earth. That was all.

Karma encompasses all things, correcting history.

"I am the beginning."

"And the strongest."

Today's first update… Fuxi's letter is in chapter 1244, and the spoof one is a thousand years later. I'm lying down.

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