Chapter 940 The Void War Records (11k, Large Chapter Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Even the midday sun appeared dim, thick lead-grey dust clouds obscuring the sky, making the scorching sun visible to the naked eye.

Across the barren and desolate land were small hills formed from piles of metal wreckage. Some of the blackish-grey hills emitted streaks of dark red light, indicating that the mechanical structures within were not completely decayed.

Houses built from metal scraps and rocks formed villages and towns among these metal hills. The densely packed, dilapidated structures were constructed from discarded metal sheets, roughly hewn strips of rock, and piles of inorganic waste. A dark brown river snaked between the hills, and most of the villages were built along its polluted banks.

If viewed from above, the town structures spread out like a spiderweb from this dark brown line, resembling black fruits growing on a tree branch.

Along the river, figures moved through the desolate ruins, clad in simple, dirty rags. They searched for usable parts, sometimes emitting joyful shouts, and other times fleeing in disarray from collapsing debris hills, followed by violent explosions that sent black-red smoke billowing into the sky, carrying a pungent, horrifying stench.

These fumes would turn into acrid, corrosive ash rain, assaulting the land, carrying away all corpses and ruins, and then flowing into the river.

The upper reaches of the river were near Upper City, where the water was translucent light grey, with low levels of radiation and heavy metal fertilizer. However, after being used and reprocessed by Upper City, the remaining wastewater became this dark brown sludge.

But even so, it was still water. The Ashura could drink this Styx-like water, and all the wastelanders outside Upper City relied on it for survival, depending on the ruins and hills for existence.

Siddhartha was born between this black river and the ruin hills.

Siddhartha was fourteen years old this year. For the people of the ruin hills, fourteen was considered maturity, like a crop ready to be harvested. Every year at the beginning, when receiving knowledge inscription from the town chief's artificial intelligence imbuement device in the center of the town, she would see children from dozens of villages around the Black River, selected fourteen-year-olds, being taken away by Upper City's Enforcement Squad.

As part of the contract, Upper City would provide the village with new genetic material and various precision high-end processed components, which could be used to manufacture precious machines, such as the *Sābbahā* water purifier, artificial womb maintenance device, Red Lotus-class main engine core, and so on.

Those new genetic factors might give birth to several newborns with superior talents in the artificial womb. These were superior genetic factors unaffected by the radiation of the ruin hills. Perhaps a Daoist could emerge, in which case a new Guard City might rise in the ruin hills, and in time, it might even become Upper City.

Of course, the chances of that were too small. At least in all these years, not even half a Daoist had emerged from the ruin hills.

This was the Realm of Hundun, the Fifth Era, the Asura Island Cluster protected by the Dharma Protector Army, on an insignificant small island, the most negligible wilderness.

In the endless Hundun sky, between the numerous floating islands and landmasses, were different time streams, 'Weak Water of Time', and the almost crystalline wall of 'Samadhi Divine Wind'. The mixture of Weak Water and Divine Wind formed 'Clouds', the 'Mahā Karma Obstacle' that even Dharma Protectors and Arhats could easily get lost in.

The islands were actually various realms, existing together in Hundun.

The Dharma Protector Army was the absolute power group that spanned the entire Hundun and countless island clusters.

Opposing the Dharma Protector Army were the 'Formless Fiends', who arose for unknown reasons, from unknown origins, and with unknown desires.

The Asura Island Cluster was 16.5 billion light-years in diameter, with 8,000 large islands, 90 million medium islands, and countless ruin hill islands like the one Siddhartha lived on. However, very few of these islands could provide a place for the various tribes to live, not to mention that due to the Fiend invasion, a quarter of the Asura Island Cluster had already fallen.

Ruin Hill Island was formed by the aftershocks of the battle between the Dharma Protector Army and the Fiends. It was a new island formed by the destruction of nearly a hundred *Indra*-class main Dharma Protector warships, with their wreckage mixed with the wreckage of other islands.

The Ashura living on it were semi-synthetic humans specialized to survive in harsh environments. They could not be born from normal sexual reproduction. Instead, artificial wombs received and reorganized genetic information, and they were born after being modified in the cultivation chamber.

At the age of fourteen, when the Ashura's brain development was complete, a gene seed would form on the back of their spine. This was their genetic information. The excellent genetic information would be taken away by Upper City's guards for specialized training.

Those of poor quality would also be taken away. After the gene seed was destroyed, they would enter the beast path for specialized labor modification, or directly thrown into the hungry ghost path resource recycling center for biomass and scrap metal recycling.

Only the most ordinary, stable species, neither optimized nor deteriorated, would be left in the ruin hills, subjected to the high spiritual radiation remaining from the engines of the many *Indra* main protector warships, waiting for possible mutations in the future.

Ruin Hill Island, and all the surrounding newly formed islands due to the great war between the Dharma Protector Army and the Fiends, all the creatures, the numerous Upper Cities, and the countless Guard Cities, villages, tribes, and all the Ashura living within them, all originated from the Dharma fleets fighting in the dark sky. They were seeds thrown upon the land, deliberately arranged to freely spread and replenish the biological group of new soldiers and consumables.

It was like throwing spores on rotten wood, waiting for it to grow many fungi, and then picking various usable mushrooms.

Siddhartha was such a fungus.

She was that still tender mushroom.

She was one of those young people about to be taken away because of her 'excellence'.

Siddhartha had far more intelligence than her peers. She could open her eyes and observe the surrounding world from the moment she was born in the artificial womb. At the age of two, she could observe the differences between the hills and choose the safest ones to pick up some edible alloys to supplement her nutrition.

The Ashura's cells could secrete high-strength alloys. They had copper heads and iron foreheads, and could swallow metal and eat iron. Depending on the needs of each Ashura, they would grow reverse-jointed limbs, several arms, or multiple eyes and long horns.

But none of that meant anything. In Siddhartha's eyes, those who lived in the ruin hills, no matter what they modified themselves into, were already dead.

In fifteen days, she would also die.

As a high-quality gene provider, Siddhartha knew that she would not be sent to the beast path or the hungry ghost path, let alone be made into a living curse tower, entering the hell path to provide energy for Upper City. Her future was very likely to enter the human path and become part of the citizens of Upper City.

But so what? What was the difference between dying in Upper City and dying in the ruin hills?

The Ashura had no family, no parents, no teachers, no heritage, and no descendants. They emerged from the artificial womb, endowed with knowledge and wisdom by the artificial imbuement device. From a young age, they had to rely on themselves to survive in the ruins. They would not have their own children, disciples, or any spiritual successors.

They were born without roots, and naturally had no successors. Living longer and better was nothing more than wasting a few more decades on this dark earth.

Siddhartha saw through all of this.

All life born in the ruin hills would be branded by Upper City. The strong could become laborers, the intelligent could become secretaries, the beautiful could become vases, and those without any of these could only become the foundation stones.

However, unless one became a Daoist, became a 'Heavenly Person', a member of the Dharma Protector Army, all beings on earth were just colonies of bacteria, just slightly larger, slightly smarter, and more colorful colonies of bacteria.

Just like the iron-eating bacteria clusters that grew on the armor of the warship wreckage, either accidentally stepped on and extinguished, or picked up and eaten as seasoning.

But what was the use of seeing through it?

She could only stay here, waiting for herself to rot, or go to Upper City to rot.

Rotting was more boring than death.

Soon, she would go to the town chief to receive the last imbuement before being taken away by Upper City's guards, knowledge about Daoist cultivation methods.

Perhaps, she could comprehend a method to cultivate extraordinary power, thereby breaking this cage, transcending the Ashura's sad cycle, becoming a member of the Dharma Protector Army, just like the 'Guru' who created Upper City in the ruin hills in the legends, leaving behind her own legend and city.

So that she could leave a unique mark on this desolate land.

Of course, that was a dreamlike extravagance.

Too clever, Siddhartha had once gone with several companions who explored the ruin hills to the end of the Black River village cluster. She had seen the world outside the scope of Upper City's power, had seen other Upper Cities.

She keenly realized that the many warship wrecks around Upper City in the ruin hills had been almost completely scavenged. Upper City in the ruin hills was too old, and the warship ruins it had explored had little remaining high-energy parts and usable resources.

In contrast, Red River Upper City could extract enough raw materials from a river of biomass leaking from a starship that had recently fallen seven hundred years ago to cultivate more Ashura. However, their mineral resources were not abundant, and they had to expand, otherwise, they would self-destruct due to the exploding population.

There would be struggles between Upper Cities. The one that survived was the most promising. The Dharma Protector Army did not have the energy to care about these trivial matters. Their enemies were the Fiends in the sky. The killing of beings on earth was their own choice. It was already the limit for them to protect these islands, so they would naturally not care about these private struggles.

Moreover, such struggles could promote the evolution and sublimation of gene seeds—the Ashura's genes contained countless knowledge and experience, and only battle could awaken those ancient knowledge.

Upper City in the ruin hills had prospered for a long time. Its creator was a Daoist who had truly become a Heavenly Person, occupied the area with the most warship wrecks in the ruin hills, and was the oldest Upper City, without exception.

But Daoists were Heavenly People. After ascending to heaven, they would not return to the earth. Over a long time, Upper City in the ruin hills had begun to weaken. As the resources in the ruin hills gradually ran out, Upper City had begun to shrink its sphere of influence. Other Upper Cities naturally approached mercilessly, taking away those originally belonging to the protection range of the ruin hills, swallowing all the population, resources, and land.

And now, with the rise of Red River Upper City, the already weakened ruin hills had become the challenged party. Even if a starving camel was bigger than a horse, Upper City in the ruin hills still controlled high-end armed forces, but it was not high enough to affect the Red River Upper City's troops, which had begun to frequently provoke, plunder, and abduct some people on the border.

Approaching the end of the old year and the beginning of the new year, Siddhartha quietly inquired about news from her companions, and the result was not good.

Red River Upper City had recently captured Tuoma Upper City. They launched an attack during a large acid storm, directly seizing three-quarters of Tuoma Upper City's land, and used a human wave to break through the Upper City's Daoist power shield after the acid storm ended.

Red River Upper City, having seized all the resources of an Upper City, could no longer suppress its ambitions. They were sharpening their weapons, preparing to continue attacking the surrounding areas.

Based on the information passed on by scattered refugees and the acid rain clouds that had been dyed iron-brown, Siddhartha could basically confirm that over ninety percent of the biological population of Tuoma Upper City had been destroyed. Everyone who had not escaped had died.

Red River Upper City already had enough of its own exploding population. After obtaining the resources, they could not possibly accept those people. They wiped out all resistance forces in that area, and erased everything related to Tuoma Upper City.

Buildings were flattened, cities were burned, populations were recycled, machines were moved away, and what followed were the colonists of Red River, who restarted the construction of new villages and towns on the rotting corpses of Tuoma Upper City.

Siddhartha saw the Red River guards, like locusts, wearing simple, broken armor and wielding guns or cold weapons, turning villages and towns that had existed for hundreds of years into flat land, establishing solid fortresses to confront the fortresses of Upper City in the ruin hills.

The two sides often exchanged fire on the border, each time leaving hundreds of corpses behind. Several times, both sides even called in artillery support, and hypersonic armor-piercing rounds easily blasted each other's underground positions to smithereens, even causing several earthquakes that shook the ruin hills.

And on top of those potholed ruins, new fortresses and fortresses were soon built, and a new batch of people and soldiers arrived, starting a new round of confrontation.

And what made Siddhartha most speechless was the identity of the soldiers who were consumed.

They were precisely those 'superior' gene holders who were a few years older than Siddhartha and had been summoned into the city by Upper City in the ruin hills in the past few years.

Siddhartha knew that everyone had already died, and she herself had already died.

She couldn't sleep, and didn't want to sleep. Whether inferior, medium, or superior, they were all consumables to Upper City. Without defeating the invaders from Red River, the ruin hills would be washed in blood. Even if they defeated the invaders from Red River, they would still be consumables of the city.

Everyone was a consumable—even the victor, Red River, was the same. Only by consuming the excess population and resources in battle could they recover from the crazy chaos and return to stable order.

Siddhartha tossed and turned, wanting to call on some companions to escape. Whether it was the ruin hills, Red River, or this world, they all made her feel suffocated. She wanted to escape to a free world.

But where could she escape to? Where in this world wasn't a ruin hill?

The battle between Red River and the ruin hills was just the most boring daily routine and the most common cycle among all the Upper Cities in this world. It was a war that had been repeated thousands of times since the island was formed. This was just a battle between Upper Cities. Not to mention the villages and towns under Upper City in the ruin hills, which often fought for high-quality genetic genes and undiscovered metal hills, seizing ownership.

Upper City held an encouraging attitude towards this. Only blood could irrigate real ability, and the potential that burst from the blood.

Similarly, the higher-ups probably held the same idea about the infighting between Upper Cities.

Only Daoists.

Only by becoming a Daoist could one transcend all these cycles, become a Heavenly Person, and not have to pay attention to this mortal world, this endlessly bitter world.

Therefore, even if it meant taking risks, she had to become a cultivator.

After a sleepless night, Siddhartha found the town chief. There was still some time before the annual imbuement. Usually, no one would go to see this administrator directly appointed by Upper City.

But Siddhartha often went. The town chief liked the bodies of young girls. Although the Ashura did not have natural fertility, they still had the five fires and six desires. He often invited young girls to his residence, and those girls could get safe, radiation-free water, enough food, and safety.

Siddhartha was one of them.

The town chief was not surprised by this. Siddhartha was very clever. He knew that she would become a citizen of Upper City. But precisely because she was clever, she would not refuse his deal. He even had channels to allow girls with medium or even inferior gene seeds to become Upper City citizens and slaves of some important figures, so that they could become members of Upper City and escape the fate of being destroyed.

This time, the town chief also had a guess as to what Siddhartha wanted to do. He guessed that she wanted to know how to go further, to seek the possibility of becoming a 'Daoist'.

Although he didn't know the answer, it didn't prevent him from trading with Siddhartha. Anyway, an underage girl couldn't do anything to him.

During a night of intimacy, Siddhartha killed the town chief. She replaced the town chief's eyes, seized the other party's memory chip, and then activated the artificial intelligence imbuement device.

The town chief never dreamed that Siddhartha would be so bold. Killing the administrator appointed by Upper City would be chased to death by Upper City and sent to the hungry ghost path to be decomposed by nanobots. It was said that before the nanobots devoured the frontal lobe and neocortex, the person being decomposed could experience the most extreme pain in the world.

But Siddhartha had already awakened. She knew that Red River Upper City was about to attack, and she also knew that unless she became a Daoist, living was no different from dying.

In that case, she only had one choice.

That was to try her best to become a Daoist.

It was impossible for the artificial intelligence imbuement device to be used at full power on one person. Imparting knowledge was not just a matter of insufficient energy. Each person's ability to withstand was different. The Ashura were war weapons of the Dharma Protector Army. Their genes contained a large amount of combat knowledge and cultivation inheritance, but they could not awaken those inheritances unless they became Daoists.

If the artificial intelligence imbuement device accidentally awakened those genetic memories before a person became a Daoist, it would directly cause the user's flesh and blood to collapse. That was not death, but turning into a mass of distorted flesh and blood, constantly proliferating and withering, alive to feel all the pain.

But Siddhartha didn't care. If she didn't become a Daoist, she would rather die.

In front of the town chief's naked and decaying corpse, Siddhartha started the artificial intelligence imbuement device at maximum power.

It was pain, absolute confusion. The essence of the imbuement device was to forcibly input a mass of pure memories into the brain. Strong currents and bioenergy would change the neural network structure of the brain, quickly catalyzing the corresponding myelin sheath to achieve the step of imbuing and mastering relevant knowledge.

The imbuement itself was actually equivalent to a physical brainwashing. Maximum power imbuement would even change the structure of the human brain. If the knowledge in the imbuement device had self-will and algorithmic characteristics, or even all of a person's emotional memories and thought patterns, then each imbuement was actually equivalent to using one person's body to create another person's mind copy.

This was more terrifying than death—the person was still themselves, but was no longer themselves. The concept of 'I' was erased and completely ceased to exist.

And Siddhartha transcended these.

In the most extreme pain, in the chaos of the brain being transformed, Siddhartha's determination surpassed the limitations of her physical body. She felt herself independent of the pain of the physical body. That body, being brainwashed by the imbuement device, foaming at the mouth, rolling its eyes, with a heart rate exceeding 210, was not where her true self resided.

Those pains, that chaos, the gradually dying nervous system, and the proteins and prosthetics gradually being destroyed by high temperature, were not the real her, just her former shell, her former residence.

She was Siddhartha, not that boring flesh and blood.

Then, at the moment of this awakening.

She obtained it.

The inheritance truly contained in the Ashura's body, the cultivation method engraved in the deepest part of the flesh and blood, only visible to those whose bodies were on the verge of collapse and whose souls could remain awake.

[—Ashura Anti-Heaven Breaking Light Method—]

One night later, the girl's dilapidated body slowly sat up. She took off the overloaded imbuement device, raised her hand, and stared at the palm of her hand, which was releasing a meaty aroma, red and swollen, and half-cooked.

Light rose, shadows surged, and the half-cooked palm and fingers seemed to reverse time, turning back into a fair and slender appearance.

Siddhartha became a Daoist.

From then on, whether it was the village, Upper City, the war between Upper Cities, those boring fights, those empty battles, would all be irrelevant to her.

She could protect her friends, become the creator of a new city, become a Heavenly Person, a member of the Dharma Protector Army, even if it was the smallest, most marginal, most insignificant member, that was still the 'Heavenly Path'.

She was no longer an Ashura, but a Heavenly Person.

Walking out of the town chief's residence, Siddhartha felt the air was fresher than ever before, the world was more lively than ever before, and everything was full of new vitality.

This was not a delusion after the wish was fulfilled, but the reality after becoming a Daoist. At this moment, Siddhartha could already perceive, control, and manipulate spiritual energy, incorporating it into her body, guiding its circulation, transforming her fragile flesh and mechanical body, and gradually converting it into an immortal spiritual body.

Siddhartha immediately planned to find her friends and announce the news of her success—she was already a Heavenly Person, and soon, Upper City, knowing this news, would welcome her into the city and regard her as the highest ruler, and her friends would also become the new high-level officials of Upper City. This was the iron law of the Dharma Protector Army. Until Siddhartha completely grew up and matured, becoming a truly qualified Daoist, she would ascend to heaven and become a member of the Heavenly People.

And at that time, in this process, the knowledge, technology, and the territory occupied by a Daoist with her power, would allow an Upper City to prosper again for hundreds of thousands of years.

Her friends were sincerely happy for Siddhartha, and also felt lucky and joyful for their choice. They were partners who had acted together since they crawled out of the artificial womb. Even if there was no blood connection, it was better than any brothers and sisters.

Watching the joy of her friends, Siddhartha also felt sincerely happy.

Until one friend, as if dreaming of the future, and sighing, said what they should do after Siddhartha ascended to heaven, the joyful girl suddenly felt a burst of emptiness.

Walking out of the joy of becoming a Daoist, calmly gazing at her achievements, Siddhartha realized a reality.

—She had not changed anything.

After she ascended to heaven, Upper City in the ruin hills would still be the original Upper City, Red River Upper City would still be the original Red River. Even if she destroyed all the surrounding Upper Cities, after a long time, her friends would all die, and the ruin hills would also be destroyed. This floating island would continue to cycle endlessly.

The Ashura would still feel pain, and everyone living on this land would still not have the meaning of their existence.

Their life and death, their joys and sorrows, their dreams, future, and hope, all had not changed in the slightest.

—She had only liberated herself, and couldn't even liberate her friends.

Although she had become a Daoist, she would still die.

She was still a dead person.

Siddhartha did not want to die.

She wanted to do something, even if it was just a little bit, to swing her angry fist at this world that made people lose everything at birth, a world that was already a corpse from the moment it was born.

So, a month later.

Siddhartha, who had become the city lord of Upper City in the ruin hills, raised the battle flag.

It was not to fight for resources, nor to counter the invasion of Red River Upper City, nor was it for some past grudges.

The girl raised the battle flag just to declare war.

To declare war on this world.

—We were born in a dark age, born in a world on top of ruins.

—But it doesn't mean that such a world is the order we should obey.

She said so, declaring her belief.

Just obeying her heart, the surging of anti-heaven breaking light, saying no to this world that she could absolutely not agree with, even if it meant sending all this order into the chaos of war.

She believed in her dream, and even in death, she would not stop.

She was not afraid of failure, because that was her choice, and she vowed to bear all the consequences.

Gathering all her beliefs, dedicating them to the anti-heaven power in her heart, the girl waving the battle flag began her journey to conquer the world.

She conquered one Upper City after another, building one new city after another. Siddhartha destroyed the suffocating hierarchical system, coordinated the allocation of resources, made everyone work collectively, used her own power as a guarantee of order, and established a preliminary new society.

The differences between superior genes, medium memories, and inferior genes still existed. This was an objective fact, but Siddhartha concentrated the artificial wombs as much as possible, placing them in controllable spiritual radiation locations, so that they could give birth to more high-quality genes, and gradually make inferior genes cease to exist.

The Ashura were born to fight.

The more they fought, whether with other Upper Cities, or with these ancient systems, the more they could enhance Siddhartha's power. This allowed her to become stronger and stronger without having to cultivate assiduously.

However, this kind of power had a limit—faced with this fierce storm sweeping across the entire world, all the rulers of the other Upper Cities were terrified.

They feared the order that Siddhartha brought, feared Siddhartha's existence, thoughts, and beliefs, so they joined hands unprecedentedly, intending to kill this Daoist, who had not yet grown strong and had not yet ascended to heaven, while she was still weak.

They succeeded.

Siddhartha's battle chess was surrounded by thirteen Upper City guard teams. Even if the power of a Daoist was far stronger than ordinary armed forces, she was not strong enough to ignore quantity.

The battle flag raised too early, although magnificent and brilliant, was indeed not bright enough to illuminate all the haze.

But Siddhartha had no choice but to raise the flag early, because if she became stronger, she would have to ascend to heaven and become a member of the Dharma Protector Army. So far, no Daoist had ever returned to their homeland, no matter who it was, Siddhartha would be no exception.

On the blood-filled wasteland, corpses piled up on top, the guard teams of the thirteen Upper Cities surrounded the figure in the very center, covered in blood, holding high the flag.

Siddhartha looked around at the corpses, her friends, her subordinates, those comrades who believed in her dream and followed her to this place had all died, and she was already alone.

Siddhartha suddenly remembered those sleepless nights a long time ago, when she was not yet a Daoist, when she always felt that she was already dead and her body began to rot, emitting a stench.

Siddhartha laughed, at least now, she was still brightly alive. She had not died yet. She didn't smell.

For the last time, she raised the flag in her hand, which was also her Daoist artifact—the surrounding coalition forces suddenly trembled, fearing the weapon in that woman's hand.

After all, that was also a Daoist. Who could imagine that they could really kill a Daoist? Even if the other party didn't want to perish together, they could summon the glory of 'Heaven' at any time and go to the Heavenly Realm in the warship.

Of course, the Dharma Protector Army would not attack any islands it protected. Even if Siddhartha entered the Dharma Protector Army and became a high-level official, they would all have died long ago, so they didn't need to be afraid.

Therefore, after thinking about this, the coalition forces were no longer afraid.

They waited for Siddhartha to ascend to heaven.

But, no one expected.

Siddhartha did not choose to call the Dharma Protector Army and ascend to heaven as a Daoist.

She just laughed wildly, rebuking this world, and the Dharma Protector Army that created this world.

—Why is this world like this? Why create such a sea of suffering? Why must all beings be allowed to sink into this, unable to be liberated?

There was no answer, and Siddhartha did not expect an answer.

She poured all her spirit into her flag, and then used all her strength to throw it towards the high sky.

Accompanied by a violent sonic boom and a world-shattering roar, a golden light flashed, and the flag was like a spear, straight into the high sky.

Siddhartha stopped breathing.

At the same time, in the sky, the incomparably thick haze, like a wall, cracked open.

The deep sky was opened with a hole by the spear, and the brilliant starlight descended between this heaven and earth, like layers upon layers of stairs reaching to heaven.

The people of the coalition forces raised their heads and looked at the sky. In their astonished eyes, what was reflected was not the real stars, but the brilliant launch ports of hundreds of millions of warships.

Those launch ports, of various colors, some far and some near, were the 'sun' and 'stars' they could see in the past.

—The Dharma Protector Army was still here, fighting with the endless Formless Heavenly Demons.

And then.

A grand and solemn voice came.

[Suffering Sea Transcendence Seed, Ashura Path, one confirmed]

Accompanying this voice, it resounded through the heavens and the earth.

There was a hand, a huge hand, vast, towering, and solemn, extending from the sky, towards the center of the battlefield, the already breathless Siddhartha.

It took away the brilliant and bright soul in this body, and in everyone's astonished gaze and fanatical kowtowing, it was recycled into the 'Heavenly Realm'.

—Fifth Era · Daye Calendar · 495,624—

Asura Island Cluster, the front line battlefield.

Dharma Protector ships as vast as floating continents were scattered throughout this airspace like stars in the sky, vigilantly confronting the monsters from the distant spacetime beyond.

The entire sky, a front line spanning light-years, was full of densely packed fortresses and aerial fortresses, but even so, every Daoist master in the Dharma Protector Army had a solemn expression and no sense of security.

Because, on the opposite side of the Buddhist army's position, infinite distortions were spreading and expanding.

—That was the wriggling thing that spread throughout the islands.

They were black, deep, like holes, living distortions of spacetime, leading to the endless and distant other side, wanting to devour everything in the present world.

The Dao domain would be eroded, humans would be devoured, and even the Dharma Protector Army could only use pure power to offset it, but could not easily defeat these dark, constantly spreading, distorted spacetime.

It could be seen that on the edge of the Mahā Karma Obstacle formed by the mixture of the Weak Water of Time and the Samadhi Divine Wind, countless, dim spacetime distortion traces were gushing out from the already devoured and destroyed island clusters, invading across boundaries.

The sun, the stars, and even islands larger than the stars, were being devoured by these indescribable dim spacetimes. Whether behind those holes was nothingness or silence, the essence of the Heavenly Demons or the ultimate distortion, no one could know, but their number was like the tide. Just gathering slightly was enough to cover an area of tens of billions of light-years.

That was the Formless Heavenly Demons.

The endless, selfless, originless, and destinationless Heavenly Demons, pure distortion, pure aberration, the ultimate demonic creatures that even spacetime could not escape.

At this moment, in a *Shiva*-class core Dharma Protector ship.

[Master, a Suffering Sea Transcendence Seed of the Ashura Path has been nurtured on Ruin Hill Island and has been sent to the ammunition depot]

The voice of the one called Master was calm and said: [Good]

[Activate the Anti-Heaven Breaking Light Boundless Cannon]

The command was immediately issued: [Activate the Anti-Heaven Breaking Light Boundless Cannon!]

At the core of the Dharma Protector ship, a master, who looked vaguely similar to Siddhartha, wearing a white robe, was meditating with his palms together.

No, it shouldn't be said that Siddhartha resembled him, but that almost all beings on the surrounding floating islands resembled him.

This master ended his meditation. He opened his eyes, spread out his hand, and shining in the palm of his hand was that brilliant and bright soul.

It was Siddhartha's soul.

[Master, the Anti-Heaven Breaking Light Realm Cannon is ready, please designate the user]

The voice requesting instructions came, and this master silently sensed the thoughts and beliefs in this soul, and then slowly opened his mouth: [This time, I will use it]

[What?] Hearing this instruction, the one requesting instructions was immediately shocked. He immediately persuaded: [Master, no! You are in charge of this fleet group, how can you easily achieve Nirvana!]

[Leave it to us to use, this defense line still needs you, Master, to guard it]

[Foolish children, what is wrong with giving up a body and a soul? I am no different from this soul, all are to protect all living beings]

The master scolded: [The six paths of Buddhist people in the surrounding 120,000 islands are all derived and manufactured from my biological cells. Their births are all due to my instructions, which can also be regarded as my descendants in terms of karma. Using my whole heart and soul to urge the Anti-Heaven Boundless Great Divine Power is enough to suppress the Formless Heavenly Demons here for more than five thousand years. This condensed transcendent soul should naturally be used by me]

[Five thousand years, can't you cultivate to my realm? Do not fall into delusion!]

The ship fell into a brief silence, but soon, there were shouts of unison from the Daoists: [Respectfully send off the Master!]

[Respectfully send off the Master!]

[Respectfully send off the Master!]

The Master put his palms together, he closed his eyes again, and incorporated the brilliant and bright soul into his body.

Cause and effect intertwined, karma surged.

Infinite power poured out, his body collapsed, turning into pure transcendence light, pouring into the center of the *Shiva*-class core Dharma Protector ship.

[—Anti-Heaven Breaking Light Realm, unfold—]

—The Light Realm is the Realm of No Color, infinite emptiness, infinite knowledge, nothing, neither thought nor non-thought, without material form and color, only heart and consciousness.

And the power of the Anti-Heaven Breaking Light Realm can destroy even such a light realm.

It was a supreme great divine power that must be driven by a soul transcendent above the mortal world, extremely pure, and with the Nirvana of an immortal master, inducing the power of destruction.

And in the end, this master opened his eyes, gazing at the infinite Formless Heavenly Demons that were constantly distorted and surging towards this spacetime.

He whispered: [Anti-Heaven Breaking Light Realm! Break!]

Then, the soul was dismembered, completely turning into pure light, and Nirvana dissipated.

[Break!]

[Break!]

[Break!]

Following this instruction, all the Daoists shouted in unison, exhausting their full power, controlling the center of the *Shiva*-class core Dharma Protector ship, guiding this incredible great power, and sweeping towards the direction of the five-sided demons.

The golden brilliant divine light spewed out from the main gun of the warship, and the light swept across the entire Asura Island Cluster. This light reflected on the spacetime of the universe, reflecting a bright expanse, as if the entire island cluster was a burning fire house in reality.

The divine light solemnly swept across all things. It was not real light, but the spacetime itself that was dominated and distorted, but the incredible energy spontaneously released endless brilliant light.

This spacetime, dominated by the soul and the endless pure light of Nirvana, was like a river, flowing. It was so beautiful, showing the most extreme ethereal magnificence.

Faced with the divine power of the Anti-Heaven Breaking Light Realm, even the Formless Heavenly Demons could not help but collapse, like dust being washed away by water. Although there were some stubborn residues at first, under the increasingly fierce flushing of the water column, they eventually melted into nothing.

Of course, the Formless Heavenly Demons were endless. In the distant future, they would return again, but at that time, the Dharma Protector Army would still block them.

The arising and perishing of an island, the awakening and liberation of a girl, and the Nirvana of a master, ultimately turned into a cannon to deal with these world-destroying demons.

The eight million islands behind this fleet could henceforth enjoy five thousand years of peace and tranquility.

And in the Dharma Protector Army's position, just in the front line of the Asura Island Cluster, such brilliance lit up from time to time.

Once, twice, four times, eight times... It was impossible to count.

In the battle between the Dharma Protector Army and the Formless Heavenly Demons, such brilliant and pure light