The Heavenly Emperor, practically weeping tears of blood and full of resentment, rejected the olive branch extended by the Primordial Saint, turned his head, and returned to the depths of the [Heavenly Palace].
The Primordial Saint was completely dumbfounded.
Why?
He saw it clearly. That Saint Sect temperament on the Heavenly Emperor was unmistakable. Since that was the case, there was no reason to reject the benefits he offered.
First the World Honored One, then the Heavenly Emperor. Methods that were once never fail had hit a wall twice in a row. This caused a haze to gradually surface on the Primordial Saint's brow.
He detested this kind of person who didn't play by "common sense" and only acted upon their own whims, simply because such people were difficult to define.
'…Forget it.'
'To be able to subtly influence Beast Taming and Myriad Treasure—even if it is but a strand of consciousness—it's only natural for it to possess something extraordinary. There are always such people in this world.'
Until this moment.
The Primordial Saint didn't even think in the direction of "is it possible the Heavenly Emperor simply doesn't understand the [Heaven-Reaching Incantation of Seven Emotions]," subconsciously ruling it out entirely.
After all, such a massive [Heavenly Palace] was placed in the Dark Void. To forge such a Dao attainment land, the Light of Wisdom and comprehension could be said to be necessary conditions. And for someone capable of doing this, no matter how poor their talent was, how bad could it really be? Could they really not understand a mere Primordial Spirit method?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Because he directly denied this possibility, all his subsequent deductions naturally felt unreasonable no matter how he thought about it, and his judgment regarding the Heavenly Emperor was opposed to the truth.
Reining in his thoughts, two plans surfaced in the Primordial Saint's mind.
First, continue to push the deity transformation and ascension. Although the World Honored One's withdrawal caused a massive unexpected change, in his view, there was still room to salvage the situation.
Second, abandon the deity transformation and ascension, settle for the next best thing, and simultaneously deal with the [Heavenly Palace] in the Dark Void, eliminating this rat playing little tricks behind the scenes.
From a stop-loss perspective, the second plan was undoubtedly better. After all, he was mentally prepared for the failure of the deity transformation and ascension, and also had a contingency plan. Rather than stubbornly pursuing this path, it was better to deal with the variables first, abandon this attempt, and wait for the next time to find a good opportunity.
However—the Primordial Saint was unwilling.
Because Deity Transformation and Ascension was never a mere ploy or a hollow pretext, but a path he had genuinely placed his hopes upon—a viable method to reach the Upper Realm of Deity Transformation.
Yes, he had long been prepared for failure—
But before complete failure, he would push for success at all costs. His wild ambitions, his dreams, his everything were pinned upon it.
He viewed myriad phenomena as false, only himself as true. And this pursuit of the Great Dao was his "true essence." If he could easily give up even this pursuit, then even this "true essence" would cease to exist. If he fell to that state, what Dao was there left to seek?
'If I am such a person.'
'Then even if the Great Dao is right before my eyes, easily within reach, it would still be like a flower in the mirror or the moon in the water, unreachable, and I would have no further qualifications to seek it.'
At this thought, the Primordial Saint's resolve was set.
He would not consider giving up. The deity transformation and ascension plan had not completely failed yet. Since it could still be salvaged, then at all costs, find a way to salvage it!
"Rumble!"
In the next second, the Primordial Saint, located on the sixth tier of [Paramita], took another step, landing on the fifth tier. Endless mighty power gathered beneath his feet.
In this instant, whether it was on [Paramita], the prairie fire set off by the World Honored One entering Nirvana, or the violently fluctuating Great Karmic Net and false history, everything was frozen. Time stood still at this moment. The false history that was originally about to return was blocked by a hazy light.
[Inevitable Fate]!
The Primordial Saint forcefully anchored the true history of the current sea of light, allowing no changes, thereby resisting the return of the false history, and subsequently forcefully stabilizing the current situation!
For a time, the expressions of the Dao Lords changed.
However, soon enough, the Sword Lord realized what was happening and sneered:
"Drinking poison to quench a thirst, he merely forcing it!"
The false history returns, and [Variables] are frantically converging like a flood crashing against a dam. Although the Primordial Saint's obstruction is effective, it cannot be maintained for long.
But when the Primordial Saint stood on the fifth tier and looked indifferently towards the Sword Lord, she still immediately understood the reason behind his actions. He was buying her time. The false history couldn't temporarily return, Sisui couldn't break free, and the [Heavenly Dao] could still be salvaged.
In other words:
"Use the [Heavenly Dao] to fill the gap of [Karma]!"
The Primordial Saint's voice was cold and stern: "Otherwise I will immediately release the suppression on the false history and let the [Heavenly Dao] collapse. When that time comes, you and I will both have to start over from scratch."
"...Alright!"
In a split second, the Sword Lord had already made her decision. Immediately, she and Cang Hao turned their mighty power, fixing their gazes upon the soon-to-return false history.
And there, a monk wearing a golden robe was seen standing tall with his palms pressed together. It was the World Honored One who had separated from [Paramita] after entering Nirvana.
At this moment, he still controlled [Karma], but no longer possessed the majesty of a Dao Lord. His entire cultivation and stature had already plummeted to Golden Core Great Perfection.
"Myriad Treasure, you truly made a wrong decision."
A sonorous cry of a sword, accompanied by a clear and cold immortal voice, drifted down ethereally: "Lowering your own stature was indeed sudden, but it was a reckless move tantamount to suicide."
As the voice fell—
The vast and boundless long river of false history, which had originally recorded a full 129,600 years of history, began to collapse!
The karma belonging to the false history gradually converged at this moment, gathering towards the source. And there, the main body of the [Heavenly Dao] gradually surfaced.
Like a spider web, it spread out without any hindrance, almost instantly encompassing the entire false history, bringing it under its control!
"I must admit, the Primordial Saint calculated very accurately."
"Back then, you, Cang Hao, and I joined forces to seal Sisui. In the end, what was presented in the karma of the false history turned into a state of mutually restricting each other."
The Sword Lord continued speaking, her immortal voice echoing:
"Originally, according to the plan, with the [Heavenly Dao] controlling the false history, we could completely dictate the karmic changes within it at will. The historical process was merely a thought away."
"However, due to your existence, an unshakable anchor point appeared in the false history, which significantly weakened the [Heavenly Dao]'s control over it."
Knowledge holds power.
As the Sword Lord spoke this knowledge, a vast mighty power and supreme profound wonder gradually gathered upon the [Heavenly Dao] at the source of the false history.
"But now, you have left."
"Proactively withdrawing from [Paramita], you without the stature of a Dao Lord are no longer an obstacle to the [Heavenly Dao]...
Regret your decision."
Rumble!
At this moment, the false history completely collapsed. The 129,600 years of time were forcefully pushed back to the instant after the Dao Lord War, the source of the false history.
And then, restart!
The false history began operating again at the source. The figures of Emperor Cang, the Six Dragon Lords, the Heavenly Lord, and the Great Sword Ancestor resurfaced, like newly born illusion.
This is the [Heavenly Dao]!
Controlling everything, encompassing space and time. After losing the World Honored One's restriction, as long as the Sword Lord wished, the false history was nothing more than a little girl she could play with at will!
'No matter what you did in the false history, and no matter what exactly happened inside the false history, it doesn't matter anymore. Under the reshaping of the [Heavenly Dao], everything will be erased and cease to exist. I can simply forge a new false history that conforms to my wishes and whose trajectory is within my control!'
The Sword Lord circulated the profound wonder with full confidence.
And then she was stunned.
Simply because the false history, restarting from the source, surprisingly did not change according to her will but entirely replicated the trajectory from before the reshaping!
'Why...?'
Meanwhile, false history Immortal Nexus.
The handsome dark-robed young man stood with hands clasped behind his back, a halo of five-colored illusionary light gathering behind him. With a smile in his eyes, he looked at the panel right in front of him.
[Colorful Talent: Unbound by Heaven and Earth]!
[This talent can be freely toggled on and off. While active, your history will possess uniqueness and will not be influenced by any external factors.]