Silence filled the starry sky.
Wang Yiyi's father, who was on the boat, did not speak. The old man in the distance did the same. However, his expression changed several times at that moment, but in the end, a hint of wariness rose in his heart. He cast a deep glance at the gigantic tree standing tall in the galaxy, then at the figure on the boat, and chose to leave.
Although he left, a new person arrived.
A blurry figure appeared, seemingly capable of sweeping through the starry sky. It silently converged on Wang Yiyi's father on the lone boat. It was a man.
It was impossible to see his face clearly, only his long, flowing hair. It was as if each strand of hair was like a river of stars. The only thing that could be seen was the image of a pill furnace embroidered on one corner of the man's robes.
"Eight Extremes Dao?" said the man softly, looking at the black tree. He seemed to be both muttering to himself and inquiring.
"Eight Extremes Dao," replied Wang Yiyi's father calmly. His expression was the same as ever.
After a moment of silence, the man slowly said, "I've only heard of the first five Extremes of the Five Extremes. After that, the two Extremes oppose each other, and finally reach a higher level …. Young friend, you seem to have comprehended the pinnacle of enlightenment. As for the sixth Pole … do you understand it?"
"The Dao of Metal is your Karma," said Wang Yiyi's father coolly, his expression the same as ever. "Why ask me?"
The man was silent for a few breaths of time, then looked at Wang Yiyi's father. "Even so, I'm not familiar with the Eight Extremes Dao. Is his sixth Pole the Dao of Death from the Fallen Net?"
This time, Wang Yiyi's father was silent for a long time before replying, "Not only that."
"He also fused the Past into it, making the sixth Pole the Extreme Yin Underworld, as well as the Extreme Past.
"If that's the case … then it's obvious that his seventh Pole is the Extreme Yang Saint, which is also the Extreme Future …. Although it seems like two Poles, it's actually four Poles. No wonder, no wonder …." The man with the pill furnace embroidered on his robes sighed, but didn't say anything more. He turned and walked off into the void, disappearing into the starry sky.
However, the instant his figure completely disappeared, his voice still came from the void and entered the ears of Wang Yiyi's father, who was on the lone boat.
"Brother Wang, the Eight Extreme Dao was created by the Celestial Ancestor. Does this senior's Immortal … come from the same source as Little Baole's Immortal?"
It seemed like he was asking for an answer, but the words that came after he left made it clear that … he didn't want an answer. Or rather, he didn't need an answer.
Wang Yiyi's father slowly looked up from his boat. He didn't say anything, but his eyes grew even more profound. After a long moment passed, he looked back at the black tree up in the starry sky. The profound look in his eyes was gone, replaced by gentleness.
He had a premonition that his daughter was about to … walk out of this world.
As he waited, Wang Baole walked through the starry sky in what had once been the World of the Stone Steles. He looked at the universe that he had once thought to be boundless. He looked at the countless planets and countless lives in this universe. Wang Baole sighed softly.
"I have no past," he murmured. "I have no future." Wang Baole murmured. His past and future had become his destiny, which he had given to Little Missy. At the same time, they had become his Dao.
Daos needed to be carried, just as the Dao of the five elements needed to carry the Dao. The past and the future also needed to be carried.
Therefore, he had turned the Underworld Dao of Death into a vessel for his past. The vastness of this Dao … came from the shocking obsession of Luo, a Cultivator.
"As for the future," Wang Baole murmured softly to himself. "I also need something to carry the Dao. As for that object … I already have some speculations." He looked down into the starry sky, and his gaze softened.
"Therefore, the only thing I have right now is the present … and my World." As he spoke, Wang Baole walked into the black tree, in what had once been the most mysterious region of the World of the Stone Steles.
Here … was a planet called Planet Heavenly Fate.
Here … was a god who had been created, called Heavenly Dharma Excellency.
Heavenly Dharma Excellency had a book.
It was called … the Book of Heavenly Fate.
Wang Baole walked toward Planet Heavenly Fate, toward the mountain peak where he had come all those years ago. There … Heavenly Dharma Excellency sat cross-legged in meditation. His eyes were open, and a smile could be seen on his face as he looked at Wang Baole.
"From the moment my consciousness was born, a voice told me … that one day, I would see a true god descend. That voice told me that when I saw a god, I would be free.
"I've been waiting all this time," Heavenly Dharma Excellency said softly. Then he rose to his feet and … bowed deeply to Wang Baole.
As he bowed, his body began to grow blurry, and so did Planet Heavenly Fate. Gradually … the planet vanished, and an enormous book appeared, floating in the starry sky!
Heavenly Dharma Excellency also vanished, transforming into an old ape. He bowed deeply to Wang Baole, then faded away.
At the same time, the Book of Heavenly Fate trembled and floated in front of Wang Baole, as if waiting for him to take it.
Wang Baole didn't immediately take it. He stood there in front of the Book of Heavenly Fate, looking back into the starry sky.
Then, he said softly, "Are you willing to … be protected by me?"
That voice was clearly very soft, but when it spread out, it instantly reverberated through the entire World of Black Wood. It reverberated through every single planet in this world and into the consciousness of every single living being.
In that moment, all living beings in the world of the stone steles could sense it. Their hearts trembled, and their souls trembled. In their minds … appeared images of Wang Baole's life!
They saw Wang Baole's happiness. They saw his growth. They saw his sorrow. They saw his madness. They saw his determination to protect the world of Blackwood.
That was … the only thing that could truly be considered his own.
After a long time passed, the voices of the living beings in the world of the stone steles responded.
"I'm willing!"
"I'm willing!"
"I'm willing!"
It didn't matter if it was the plants, the cultivators, the mortals, the beasts, the mountains, rivers, or even the planets. All living beings responded. Their consciousnesses converged, causing the Book of Heavenly Fate that Wang Baole was in to gradually shine with a brilliant light.
Within the light, amidst the countless responses, Wang Baole heard the voices of his family and friends from the solar system. He heard the excitement of his Master, and he heard the excitement of his childhood friends.
There were Zhao Yameng, Zhuo Yifan, Lin Tianhao, and Du Min ….
It wasn't just the solar system. It didn't matter if it was the Heterodox Dao, the Craft Sect, or even the Central Domain. There were people he was familiar with, and there were also people who were hostile to him. But now, everyone … was responding.
In the end, Laozu of the Xie Family and Laozu of the Seven Spirits Dao were silent. They sighed softly and responded.
As they spoke, the entire World of Stone Steles shone with dazzling light. In the end … a response came from the land of the fallen. All of the voices in the World of Stone Steles fused together to form a vast and ancient voice.
It was the voice of all living beings. It was also … the voice of the world spirit of the stone steles!
"I'm willing!"
The moment the voice appeared, the world of the stone steles disappeared. Everything turned into rays of light that converged on the Book of Heavenly Fate from all directions. Within the pages of the book, they became … words.
Books were naturally formed by words.
This book was the world!
Wang Baole's eyes shone with determination. He slowly extended his right hand toward the Book of Heavenly Fate.
His palm faced upward.
In an instant, the Book of Heavenly Fate transformed into a ray of light that shot toward Wang Baole's palm. It grew smaller and smaller until it finally landed on his palm. It replaced Wang Baole's palm lines and completely fused with his palm.
In the next instant, Wang Baole carefully clenched his right hand.
It was as though he was holding a precious treasure.
He raised his head. There was no longer a starry sky in front of him. There were no gods.
There was only an endless void. It was like a black hole without any suction force. In this void, other than him … there were several figures in the distance. They were lower than him and were silently looking at him.
Those figures were led by Little Missy. Beside her was Laozu of the Moonstar Sect, as well as … an old ape and a fox.
After a long time, Wang Baole lowered his head. He didn't look at Little Missy. Instead, he looked at his palm. In that three-inch palm, there was …
His world.
…
This volume ended. The next volume will be opened on Monday: I am not a Celestial!
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