My Simulated Road to Immortality Chapter 2382 - 1770: Dao Marks (Part 2)

Yet if the old fisherman is factored in...

No matter the count of Saints within the Taichu Immortal Realm, they scarcely stir any ripples.

Every individual at the scene holds this conviction without doubt.

In truth, only upon ascending to Godhood does one grasp the vast divide separating [God] from [Mortal].

Although those gathered are but fleeting visitors to Godhood, the transformations from that divine encounter suffice to overwhelm fellow Mountain Sea Saints.

Furthermore, the enhancement from [True and False Changes] now bolsters them.

Taichu Immortal Realm.

myriad forces clash, profound conflicts lurk beneath.

Through eons of fierce contention, this domain has settled into a delicate, peculiar equilibrium.

Every Saint lies dormant in silence, holding their breath in anticipation of shifts, hunting for the chance to achieve godhood.

Still, the emergence of the Master of Slaying Destiny alongside the old fisherman escaped their notice entirely.

The old fisherman surveyed his surroundings, voicing his feelings: "It’s been ages since I last visited this realm."

"In those days, I was just as obstinate, refusing to turn back."

The Master of Slaying Destiny showed no such nostalgia, his voice icy: "Rousing them early on actually benefits them."

"Proceed."

No sooner had the Master of Slaying Destiny uttered these words than all Saints across this realm, irrespective of their concealments or guises, were abruptly aware of a blade silently poised above them, blurring the boundaries of illusion and substance, authenticity and deception.

Devoid of tangible shape, it defied all attempts at dislodging.

That blade suspended high evoked the precariousness of a threadbare existence.

"Who dares?"

Fury surged in most Saints’ cores as they strained to pinpoint the force wielding that blade’s silhouette.

A few dimly perceived an ill portent and sought to flee the realm, retreating to the Mountain Sea.

But the instant they departed the Taichu Immortal Realm, darkness engulfed their sight.

Next, they realized entrapment in some mysterious location.

"Best to remain still for the time being."

A serene voice descended from above, carrying an irrefutable command.

"This voice belongs to..."

"The Old Fisherman of Mountains and Seas?"

"His might reaches such horrifying depths?"

Within, the Saints trembled in terror, their countless questions spilling forth uncontrollably.

Sealing Saints in a flash, seizing them with mere intent.

What level of power does this represent?

With such prowess, why abstain from the Divine Split contest?

As bewilderment gripped them, figures kept plummeting from the heights.

Each one turned out to be recognizable figures from the Taichu Immortal Realm.

The Saints’ shock intensified steadily.

Wrapping up the Taichu Immortal Realm required little effort or time.

"Sigh, how dull. I figured they’d put up at least some fight." The Master of Slaying Destiny lamented.

"I could free them all, and you attempt it anew, sans the True and False Changes." The old fisherman offered, grinning.

"No need. Too much hassle." The Master of Slaying Destiny replied with a shrug.

He then let out a sudden sigh: "The True and False Changes hold endless mysteries, yet they aren’t truly ours. I fear that in future existences, lacking cohesion and the true-false amplification, adaptation will prove challenging, breeding desires for more."

"Much like our past chase for godhood. Aware it’s beyond reach, the fixation lingers stubbornly."

"Should that come to pass..."

"Halt me then." The Master of Slaying Destiny stated gravely.

"And me as well." The old fisherman’s grin faded.

Shortly after.

"Haven’t reaped such a rich yield in ages—let’s toast!"

A gourd materialized in the old fisherman’s grasp; he gulped deeply before tossing it offhand to the Master of Slaying Destiny.

The Master of Slaying Destiny accepted without scorn, quaffing deeply.

Following that, the pair cast a look at the now hushed Taichu Immortal Realm and withdrew unobtrusively.

Freedom was restored to the Saints.

Despite regaining liberty, the blade lingered overhead, deterring any Saint from rash actions.

"Godhood remains a mere phantom; squander no energy on it."

"Naturally, I realize words alone won’t sway you, hence the blade poised above."

"Aid in remaking the Mountain Sea. Upon its completion, freedom shall be yours."

The Master of Slaying Destiny declared in a frosty tone.

His phrasing carried a measure of civility, even employing "please."

Yet the Saints sensed the blade inching nearer.

Though hesitant to commit, each nodded assent.

"Still, the Mountain Sea spans without limit, achieving its remake..."

"Even our interference would barely matter." Ta intoned solemnly.

"Fear not; simply guide the way." Zhang Fan interjected.

In an instant, myriad illusory forms emanated from Zhang Fan.

"Through the True Spirit Infusion technique, I’ll ceaselessly generate Mountain Sea Saints. You shall direct, supported by the ensuing Saints. With collective endeavors, despite the Mountain Sea’s myriad fractures today, its restoration won’t drag on forever."

"True Spirit Infusion? Forging Saints?" The words struck the Primordial Saints to their core, shaking them profoundly.

The formerly known Mountain Sea lay in ruins.

Abruptly, they comprehended that the Mountain Sea’s secrets ran far deeper than presumed.

Circumstances overpower the will.

Reluctant though they were, the Saints yielded to the blade’s coercion.

Remaking the Mountain Sea proved an arduous, exhaustive endeavor.

Despite the Primordial Saints’ might and the later Saints’ support.

Exhaustion weighed heavy on the Saints’ bodies and spirits amid the protracted rebuilding of the Mountain Sea.

Yet when the blade’s shadow mercilessly felled [Suo] in his bid to evade this doom, the remaining Saints straightened up.

They pressed on grudgingly.

Suo survived the ordeal.

The blade’s gleam stripped him of his Dao Path, demoting him from Saint status.

Nevertheless, True Spirit was imposed upon him forcibly, reshaping his Dao Path, and he was thrust back into the Mountain Sea’s rebuilding labors.

This round offered no ease.

Akin to the freshly forged Saints, he toiled directly, navigating the Void Realm. His form served to forge the pathways for the Mountain Sea’s renewal.

The Primordial Saints merely supervised the operation, intervening only when pivotal to maintain progress.

The gulf in their roles felt minor at first but widened into abyssal disparity over time.

Suo’s harsh fate utterly dashed the Primordial Saints’ notions of flight.

Though the Mountain Sea’s overhaul stretched long, under these conditions, it held a finite span.

Grit through it, and relief awaits.

With the Mountain Sea restored, liberty beckons.

Given the Master of Slaying Destiny, the old fisherman, and the fellow [God creation Guests]’s divine prowess, deceit seemed implausible.

"Mr. Fan’s approach proves brilliantly clever. I reckoned enforcing control would demand endless toil."

"Who knew the Saints would prove so obedient, easing our burdens greatly." Old Man Wangji praised.

"Only..."

The God creation Guests turned their eyes to the Eternal Void World.

Cultivating the true and false still feels remote.

"Once the Mountain Sea stands rebuilt, and fresh True and False elude us, what follows?"

Zhang Fan stayed composed, his eyes deep with insight: "The Mountain Sea Saints must endure further then."