Free Web NovelChapter 510: Chapter 7: Primordial’s Contingency, Attaining the Celestial Realms Today
Chaos.
The Blind Daoist rubbed his red, swollen face and felt the nine great lumps on his head, which no calamity could wear down and no age could erase.
He took a deep breath.
"Supreme..."
The old Daoist smiled and waved his hand, cutting the Blind Daoist off. He set the Eight Trigrams Furnace aside and beckoned to the Lame Daoist, who was peeking from a distance, enjoying the show.
The Lame Daoist hesitated for a long while before limping over. He maintained a safe distance from the Supreme and asked warily,
"Supreme, what is your intention?"
The old Daoist let out a breath and laughed heartily before saying,
"No need to panic. I’ve let off my steam. I’ve even put down the Eight Trigrams Furnace, so I won’t strike again."
Upon hearing this, both the Blind Daoist and the Lame Daoist breathed a sigh of relief. As detestable as this Supreme could be, he always kept his word. If he said he wouldn’t strike, he absolutely wouldn’t.
With this in mind, the Lame Daoist boldly approached. He gave the bruised and swollen Blind Daoist a pitying glance before asking,
"Supreme, what is this all about?"
The Blind Daoist touched the nine great lumps on his head again and said sullenly,
"You wouldn’t have come all this way just to beat me up. Spit it out, what’s wrong?"
The old Daoist’s expression turned serious. He tapped the Eight Trigrams Furnace, and a vast hum emanated from within, sealing off this region of space.
It temporarily formed a place similar to the [Origin], cutting off any possible spying eyes. At the same time, it created a Forbidden Land, cutting off any chance for the Blind or Lame Daoists to escape.
Immediately, a Wind-Fire Meditation Mat materialized from the void. He sat down upon it and said lightly,
"I need the two of you to explain to me right now why Ancient History has fallen into complete chaos."
After a pause, the old Daoist’s expression grew profound.
"So much so that even at the very end of the River of Time, in the present space-time, everything has fallen into [Chaos]. The illusory and the real are colliding, the false and the true are intersecting."
The two Daoists looked at each other, their expressions unchanged, and spoke in unison,
"Supreme, it is as if a fog clouds my vision. I cannot see clearly and have no idea what is happening in the current situation!"
The Supreme Moral Heavenly Venerate gave a smile that was not quite a smile.
"You’re really not going to talk?"
The Lame Daoist backed away warily, speaking with righteous conviction.
"Don’t you try to beat a confession out of me again. If it has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me. How could I possibly explain it?"
Then, his tone softened slightly.
"However, the current situation is indeed very strange. History after the Han has collapsed, presenting countless different paths simultaneously. This should be related to Xiaoxuan, turning the past into the future and the future into the past."
Beside them, the Blind Daoist mulled it over for a moment before speaking slowly and deliberately,
"First, what Spirit Treasure said is what I also wished to say. This matter is unrelated to me... It is most likely because of our martial nephew. He is an Innate [Indeterminate Variable].
Spirit Treasure said that our martial nephew Lu Xuan has gained a bit more Transcendent Dao Rhyme. The Source of all this is him... Supreme, have you seen something?"
The old Daoist frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then gave the two Daoists a deep look.
"You two may not have noticed, but I am [Existence] and [Process]. My understanding is the deepest. The boundary between the past and the future has already blurred.
The Current World’s space-time is in complete Chaos. The illusory and the real have collided. There is an unknown Dao Fruit acting as a pusher behind the scenes, seemingly attempting to [Refine the False into the True], guiding a possible future from illusion into reality."
At this, the expressions of the two Daoists grew serious, and both felt a pang of guilt.
The Blind Daoist spoke softly,
"The way to make this chaos disappear is simple. Just have our martial nephew stop returning to the past before he achieves his Dao Fruit, and all will be well. But..."
The Lame Daoist shook his head, interrupting,
"No. The opportunity for our martial nephew Lu Xuan to achieve his Dao Fruit has already appeared. It is in the middle reaches of the River of Time. He must go back."
After a pause, he said faintly,
"The pusher behind the scenes is very mysterious. They have made a [future] that might have happened in the [past] become real, guiding everything. But for our martial nephew Lu Xuan, this might not be a bad thing. This also greatly increases his chances of attaining the Dao Fruit."
Hearing this, the Supreme closed his eyes in contemplation.
After a long while, he wearily rubbed his brow, slowly beginning to speak in a warning tone.
"That suddenly appearing illusory history is very strange. I feel it has something to do with you two, but since things have come to this, I won’t say much more.
Watch yourselves, especially you, Spirit Treasure. With all this chaos, I can see the end might arrive ahead of schedule. At that time, you will be the First in the world."
The Lame Daoist’s spirits lifted, and he began to chuckle foolishly, his mind on some pleasant thought.
The Supreme suddenly had a whim. He asked thoughtfully, in a casual tone,
"By the way, Spirit Treasure, if you become the First in the world, what do you plan to do?"
The Lame Daoist smiled.
"Suppress all my enemies!"
"Is that so?" The Supreme’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He asked again, "Among these ’enemies,’ am I included?"
The Lame Daoist’s expression changed.
"Supreme, what are you saying! We are all one and the same..."
The more he spoke, the more his guilt showed. He turned to flee but was suppressed by a large, aged hand. The old Daoist chuckled.
"We are all one and the same, our minds are connected. You think I don’t know just how cunning you are?"
"Primordial, save me!"
The Blind Daoist silently turned his head away.
"Mercy, mercy!"
He spoke with pity, and as the Chaos trembled, his figure faded into the void and fled far away.
’The false and true collide, the illusory and real combine...’
The Blind Daoist stared at the completely chaotic end of the River of Time, a decision forming in his mind.
’Supreme doesn’t know, but I do. If what the Goddess said is true, then the pusher behind the scenes is most likely Taiyi.’
’This chaos is inextricably linked to me. Supreme wasn’t wrong about one thing—I really must watch my step.’
