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

But considering the old fisherman as well...

No matter the count of Saints within the Taichu Immortal Realm, they simply can't stir up significant turmoil.

Every individual here firmly believes in this fact.

After all, true comprehension of the vast divide between [God] and [Mortal] only dawns upon ascending to Godhood.

Although those present serve as mere temporary visitors to Godhood, the transformations from that experience alone suffice to overwhelm fellow Mountain Sea Saints.

Moreover, there's the enhancement from [True and False Changes].

Taichu Immortal Realm.

Countless entities vie for dominance, with profound conflicts simmering beneath the surface.

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

Every Saint lurks in seclusion, holding their breath in anticipation of shifts that could propel them toward godhood.

Yet, the emergence of the Master of Slaying Destiny alongside the old fisherman failed to draw their notice whatsoever.

Surveying his surroundings, the old fisherman voiced his sentiments: "It's been ages since I last visited this realm."

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

Far less nostalgic, the Master of Slaying Destiny spoke in a frosty manner: "Rousing them prematurely is truly beneficial for their sake."

"Proceed."

The instant the Master of Slaying Destiny uttered those words, every Saint across this realm—irrespective of their concealment spots or disguises—abruptly sensed a blade suspended silently above them, blurring the boundaries of illusion and substance, authenticity and deception.

Devoid of tangible substance, it defied all attempts at dislodgement.

This blade dangling overhead evoked the fragility of a life teetering on the brink.

"Who dares?"

Rage surged in the hearts of most Saints as they sought to pinpoint the force wielding this shadowy blade.

A few discerned a dire premonition and endeavored to flee the realm, retreating toward the Mountain Sea.

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

Next, they realized they were ensnared in some enigmatic location.

"It's wiser 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 is utterly horrifying?"

Within, the Saints quaked in terror, their minds swirling with endless uncertainties.

Sealing the Saints in a flash, ensnaring them with mere intent.

To what cultivation level does this ascend?

If their power reaches such heights, why abstain from the Divine Split contest?

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

Astonishingly, each one was a recognizable denizen of the Taichu Immortal Realm.

The Saints' alarm intensified progressively.

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

"Sigh, how dull. I expected at least some resistance from them." The Master of Slaying Destiny lamented.

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

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

He then abruptly heaved a sigh: "The True and False Changes possess boundless depth. Yet, in essence, they aren't ours to claim. I fear that in the coming existence, absent unity and the augmentation of true and false, adaptation will prove challenging, breeding avarice."

"Much like our former quest for godhood. Despite knowing it's beyond reach, the fixation lingers stubbornly."

"Should that scenario unfold..."

"Halt me then," the Master of Slaying Destiny declared gravely.

"Likewise for me," the old fisherman responded, his amusement fading.

Shortly thereafter.

"It's been ages since such a plentiful haul—let's toast!"

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

The latter accepted without disdain and quaffed generously.

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

The Saints regained their liberty.

Despite this release, the blade persisted overhead, deterring any Saint from rash actions.

"Attaining godhood proves a mere phantom pursuit; abandon such vain endeavors."

"Naturally, I recognize that words alone won't sway you, hence the blade poised above."

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

The Master of Slaying Destiny intoned icily.

His phrasing carried a veneer of politeness, even invoking 'please'.

Still, the Saints distinctly perceived the blade inching nearer.

Though hesitant to commit, they all inclined their heads in assent.

"Yet, the Mountain Sea spans infinitely; achieving restoration..."

"Even our interference would yield negligible impact," Ta stated gravely.

"Have no fears; merely guide the process," came the assurance from Zhang Fan.

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

"Through the True Spirit Infusion technique, I'll perpetually generate Mountain Sea Saints. You shall direct them, bolstered by those who follow. With collective diligence, despite the Mountain Sea's myriad fractures, its triumphant restoration lies not far off."

"True Spirit Infusion? Forging Saints?" The revelation struck deep into the Primordial Saints' cores, shaking them profoundly.

The erstwhile Mountain Sea, now in ruins.

Abruptly, they grasped that the Mountain Sea's secrets delved far deeper than they'd ever fathomed.

Circumstances overpower the will.

Despite reluctance, the Saints yielded to the blade's compulsion overhead.

Rebuilding the Mountain Sea demanded arduous, exhaustive labor.

Even harnessing the Primordial Saints' prowess, augmented by trailing Saints' support.

Exhaustion plagued the Saints, both body and spirit, amid the protracted Mountain Sea revival.

Yet, when the blade's shadow mercilessly felled the fleeing [Suo] who sought to evade destiny, the remaining Saints straightened up.

They pressed on, albeit begrudgingly.

Suo survived the ordeal.

The blade's gleam stripped his Dao Path away, plummeting him from Saint status.

Nevertheless, True Spirit was coerced into him, reshaping his Dao Path anew, before thrusting him back into the Mountain Sea rebuilding.

This iteration brought no ease, however.

Akin to the ceaselessly spawned Saints, he toiled manually, navigating the Void Realm. His form served to forge the pathways essential for the Mountain Sea's renewal.

The Primordial Saints merely supervised the operations, intervening decisively when needed to maintain order.

Such disparities might seem minor briefly, yet prolonged, they forged entirely divergent realities.

Suo's starkly altered fate utterly demolished any lingering Primordial Saints' dreams of flight.

Though the Mountain Sea revival dragged on interminably, under prevailing conditions, it harbored a finite conclusion.

Bear through it, and relief awaited.

With the Mountain Sea mended, emancipation beckoned.

Given the Master of Slaying Destiny, the old fisherman, and fellow [God creation Guests]' formidable might, deceit seemed implausible.

"Mr. Fan's approach is brilliantly clever. At first, I anticipated suppression and vigilance to demand immense toil."

"Who knew the Saints would prove so amenable, sparing us considerable strain," Old Man Wangji praised.

"Only..."

The God creation Guests directed their sights toward the Eternal Void World.

Cultivating true and false remained a remote prospect.

"Should the Mountain Sea restore fully, yet fresh True and False elude us, what course then?"

Zhang Fan stayed composed, eyes brimming with depth: "In that case, the Mountain Sea Saints must endure additional hardship."