Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 359: The Root (Silver Extra)

Chapter 359: Chapter 359: The Root (Silver Extra)

Mesoamerican Federation.

Within the suddenly pitch-black sky, a new star was rising.

...

After ascension, what lies beyond?

Zhong Shenxiu’s features had become non-functional, his thoughts scattered, as if he had glimpsed a river composed of countless secret histories...

The real world was the Ascension Altar, also encompassed within the vast concept of the Spirit Realm.

But now, he had completely detached from the Spirit Realm.

From the perspective of an outsider, he overlooked all the changes and historical shifts in the entire Spirit Realm.

This was the ’Transcendent’s’ viewpoint!

After ascension, the angle from which he viewed anything had changed.

As if he had switched to a different pair of eyes.

Zhong Shenxiu’s thoughts continued to diverge, feeling a thin membrane.

The next moment, he passed through this thin boundary and arrived at an indescribable place.

It seemed to be located between the many stars, yet beyond the real world, linked to the Spirit Realm by a myriad of threads while also transcending the concept of the Spirit Realm itself.

After arriving here, everything in the Spirit Realm lay bare within his thoughts.

Even, regardless of past or future, all were clearly presented in Zhong Shenxiu’s thoughts.

"The origin?"

"I’ve really reached the origin..."

Zhong Shenxiu saw the past histories, including the ’Scar-faced’ Mormon, who had worked in the Mojito Consortium for decades before voluntarily resigning to buy a plantation in the south, where he had long since died of old age.

And his children, in the future, there could be two possibilities, becoming plantation tycoons or facing destruction!

Zhong Shenxiu also saw the shadow of Julie. This woman conducted a series of dangerous experiments and, although aged, she was luckily clinging to life. She was preparing for a dying struggle, attempting to climb the Golden Sky Tower.

Regarding her future, there were also two possibilities, to become a ’Perfected Being’ or to face destruction!

The future of the Mojito family could perhaps see them become the number one affluent family in the federation, producing three presidents, or they could be destroyed!

Thousands upon thousands of people, with only two possible futures, as if the world had come to a certain fork in the road, facing a choice.

And one path lead to destruction!

"The possibility of destruction represents the prophecy of world annihilation... but it can still be changed, as long as it is steered toward the other path..."

"And at this moment... is the choice in my hands?"

Zhong Shenxiu had a feeling that his decisions would influence the future of this world!

Light, or destruction!

It all hinged on a single thought of his!

"Am I that impressive? The world owes me a huge debt of Heavenly Show Points!"

He criticized in his thoughts, pondering over many things.

The Master of Black Blood was preparing to descend into the real world using him as a vessel, no doubt bringing destruction.

And the three gods of order, the Year Presider, the Keeper of Secrets, and the Seven Difficulties were preparing to lure out the Master of Black Blood, to besiege him.

For this, the Keeper of Secrets intentionally revealed the demise of the Feathered Serpent Nobles to him, hinting that Da Mo would not stand by idly when facing the tail-eating snake.

And the stance of the Moth Lord remained ambiguous...

Now, he had ascended.

Even if he made an incarnation of himself, it would only be in the origin, with no impact on the real world.

The Master of Black Blood would surely rage!

"Let the storm... come more fiercely."

With this thought, Zhong Shenxiu’s mind was no longer constrained, violently released.

In the land of origin, more secrets emerged.

This gave him a brand-new sensation, as if he had acquired a peculiar "sense."

Though it was a different system, it was akin to being forcibly promoted to the Primordial Spirit Realm!

What is the Primordial Spirit?

Without harboring internal thoughts, rejecting external distractions, solely self-governing, without a speck of worry, without a trace of consciousness, seeing through the emptiness of the five aggregates, knowing the body to be illusory, yet within me lies the true self—that is called the Primordial Spirit!

Once one attains the Primordial Spirit, the world is never the same again!

With the vision of the Primordial Spirit, Zhong Shenxiu suddenly witnessed a scene within the origin lands that he had never discerned before, the impending danger!

A seething sea of black and crimson blood!

It had arrived unnoticed at some point, enveloping all directions, ready to enshroud him!

The Master of Black Blood!

No!

This being did not even need to make a move, for Zhong Shenxiu had already seen the black blood vessel patterns on his body transform into thread-like tentacles, binding him like chains.

This was the price of using the Elixir of Immortality! It was also the source of the illusions that continuously tormented him!

He looked at the overwhelming blood sea, his spirit experiencing intense bewilderment and shaking.

In a daze, Zhong Shenxiu seemed to glimpse the "Dao"!

Everything that this blood sea represented appeared to be what he had sought his whole life, the very thing he pursued with such arduous endeavor.

He wished he could burn his entire body, his essence blood, his Primordial Spirit, and everything else to throw himself into it.

If it was an ordinary person who saw the true form of the Master of Black Blood, they would likely have gone mad long ago!

But Zhong Shenxiu was different.

A point of lucidity within the Primordial Spirit still controlled everything.

This allowed his thought processes to remain active:

’The true form of the Master of Black Blood could perhaps be considered the ultimate transmutation of an immortal body. Not to mention an ordinary person, even a Cultivator at the Divine Power Realm like me would go insane upon seeing it, suffer grave injuries, have their spirit contaminated, or even die on the spot...’

’But after attaining the Primordial Pill and acquiring a "fruit status," Cultivators gain a certain resistance to indescribable Dharma Bodies. While still affected, one would only suffer minor injuries, not be gravely injured...’

’And right now, benefiting from the land of origin, I’m equivalent to a forcibly elevated Primordial Spirit. Viewing the symbolic essence of the Master of Black Blood from this perspective, I might get hurt, but it wouldn’t be fatal!’

...

’Of course... it’s but a fleeting power to struggle, nothing more. If this continues, there’s no need for the blood sea to even stir; I myself would collapse.’

Zhong Shenxiu spoke with difficulty, "I beseech... the cycle of time, the Guardian of epochs, the master of years... Sisui!"

To be bait requires the resolve of bait!

Sisui and the Master of Black Blood were natural enemies to begin with!

And now that he had been chosen to be bait, it was time to fulfill that role!

Dong dong!

After completing the prayer, Zhong Shenxiu suddenly heard a resonant bell sound.

In the detection of his Primordial Spirit, an imposing clock tower emerged.

Each piece of its brick and stone seemed constructed from mystical concepts, the large clock face at the very top dividing into twelve time zones.

Just a glance at it, and Zhong Shenxiu’s mind unbiddenly conjured up a concept:

Three hundred sixty-five days in a year, thirty days in a month, twenty-four hours in a day...

It was time! Under the influence of this clock tower, what was once disordered time became defined!

Sisui!

This entity had taken action!

The hands on that clock started to suddenly move in reverse.

A bizarre scene unfolded, the black and crimson sea began to recede, or rather, it was forcefully twisted back to a previous time and state.

Zhong Shenxiu, with a bewildered expression, gazed at his own body.

Above it, the black blood vessels were rapidly undulating.

The curse of the Master of Black Blood still existed!

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