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Chapter 912

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Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhou Bai was shocked. "Is this the so-called memory of mending the void?"

Zhou Bai still remembered that in the memories he had obtained in the past, almost all of them were about Ji Wufan using the 64 hexagrams to mend the void.

"Then this memory is the scene when he really used the 64 hexagrams to mend the void, right?"



"Master!"

A young man appeared in the image and said respectfully, "All the Yang Spirit cultivators in the world are here."

In the sky, an immortal with fluttering clothes and spatial ripples appeared in front of him. "Immortal Supremacy Wufan, the immortals of the seven Dao meridians in the world are all here."

Another righteous god wearing armor and burning with golden flames descended with a rainbow light. "Immortal Supremacy, the twelve righteous gods of the Celestial Court, a total of 3,600 righteous gods are all here."

Looking at the people, immortals, and gods in the picture, an old voice came from outside the picture, "Ever since my Purple Cloud Palace forged the sixty-four trigrams to mend the void, everyone except me died from the backlash of the void. In the past four hundred years, generations of outstanding people have come forward, sacrificing countless people's cultivation time and resources …"

"Today, the 64 hexagrams have been completed. We can finally mend the void and reshape Tendo …"

The young man looked over with tears streaming down his face. "Master …"

The old voice said, "Separation in life and death is a natural part of Tendo. You and I are both cultivators. Don't be like a little girl. I'll leave Purple Cloud Palace to you."

The young man held back his tears and choked. "… I will definitely make Purple Cloud Palace flourish. Everyone in the world, regardless of their status, can cultivate immortality."

"I'm relieved that the human race can be passed down from generation to generation."

The image turned to the immortal and god at the side. The old voice sounded. "After that, it will be up to everyone to mend the void."

The immortal and god nodded respectfully.

In the next moment, countless immortals and cultivators joined forces as if they had formed a large array.

64 pillars of light pierced through the sky and earth, piercing into the vortex one by one.

Every time a beam of light pierced the vortex, the black vortex would shrink a little.

When the last pillar of light pierced through, the scene in front of them moved forward along with the pillar of light. Accompanied by a loud rumble, they were all sucked into the pillar of light.



Looking at the endless darkness in front of him, Zhou Bai thought to himself, Did Ji Wufan bring the 64 trigrams into the void together?

Just as Zhou Bai was wondering if this memory was over, the darkness in front of him suddenly dissipated.

What appeared in front of Zhou Bai was the appearance of various sects, cultivators, humans, and immortals.

One by one, the fragments appeared in front of him. Although he could not see the details clearly, he was able to understand the trajectory of history.



One year later.

The youth stood in the main hall of the Purple Cloud Palace and looked at the newly accepted disciple in front of the hall with a smile on his face.

He turned around and saw the golden statue of Ji Wufan. He sighed and said, "Master, the world is at peace now. Under the Purple Cloud Palace, everyone can cultivate the Dao. There's no distinction between nobility and inferiority."

"The Celestial Court has confiscated all void Dao techniques. The seven Dao meridians have banned the use of void power."

"In a few hundred or a few thousand years, no one in the world will know about the void power."

"I begged the righteous god of the Celestial Court to use Great Hao Immortal Steel to create this statue for you. It will exist for millions of years to see the future of mankind."



Light and shadow flickered, and the scene in front of him became brighter.

100 years later.

The young man had already turned into a young man. His eyes were filled with vicissitudes.

Looking at the huge statue in front of him, the young man sighed and said, "Master, no mortals in the world now know about the existence of the void."

"The infiltration of void power is almost non-existent. The Dao sects in the world are thriving."

"Now, everyone in the human race has the right to cultivate the Dao."

"Master, we've succeeded."

"The Celestial Court and the seven Dao meridians have discussed and decided to mark this day as the Heaven Mending Day every year to commemorate the contributions of you and your predecessors."



Light and shadow flickered. The scene in front of him was extremely bright and emitted waves of gentle light.

1,000 years later.

A white-haired young man sat cross-legged in front of the statue. There seemed to be the rotation of the galaxy and the alternation of the sun and moon in his eyes.

"All relevant information about the void has been wiped clean."

"Master, apart from some immortals and old fellows, no one in this world remembers about the void anymore."

"The connection between the void and the physical world has been completely severed by us."

"I'm about to ascend as well. All these years, we've explored more and more places, and the number of cultivators has been increasing. There are more and more geniuses every year."

"The human race is becoming more and more prosperous."

"Today is the Heaven Mending Day again. Thank you, Master."

"This golden age was created by all of you."



Amidst the white light, the surroundings of the statue had changed, and the weather changed.

10,000 years later.

Two young cultivators passed by the statue and looked at it. "Why is there such a statue in the backyard? Who is this person? "

"This is the founder of the Purple Cloud Palace, Immortal Venerate Carefree. The Heaven Mending Day every year commemorates him."

"Huh? This is what Immortal Venerate Carefree looks like? The Heaven Mending Day? Did it really mend the sky? "

"According to the elders' speculation, the Heaven Mending Day should be the apocalyptic crisis caused by the Great Solar Decay in the past."

"Enough, enough. Hurry up and prepare for the exam. I haven't been able to cultivate to the Golden Core in 30 years. If I still can't pass the exam, my supplies will be reduced again."



The scene changed, but it was no longer as bright as before. Instead, it gradually began to dim.

100,000 years later.

There were broken walls and ruins around the statue, making it look extremely desolate.

Dozens of lights broke through the clouds and landed around the statue.

"Is this the ancient Dao meridian, the ruins of the Purple Cloud Palace?"

"I heard that in the past, the Purple Cloud Palace did not discriminate between the rich and the poor. All mortals were taken in and cultivated together."

"There's such a Dao sect? Isn't that a huge waste of resources on a bunch of useless people? "

"Isn't that so? With our aptitude, we're just ordinary in the major Dao meridian, but cultivating for a year is equivalent to cultivating for ten or even a hundred years for mediocre people in the mortal world. "

"Everyone cultivates, but they're just digging their own graves. That's why the Purple Cloud Palace became worse with each generation. The cultivation resources of the geniuses were diluted, and their foundation was insufficient. Mediocre people wasted resources, but they couldn't achieve anything from cultivating. "

"It's said that the later sect leader wanted to change the internal system of the palace. He chased all mediocre people out of the palace and brought a group of geniuses to cultivate and reform the Dao sect."

"What happened in the end?"

"They were besieged by tens of thousands of mediocre cultivators. Although these geniuses had good aptitude, they didn't have enough cultivation resources, so they couldn't truly grow."

"In the end, both sides suffered great losses. The Purple Cloud Palace was also torn apart and gradually withered."

"Eh? There's actually a statue left here? Who's this statue of? "

"I don't know. Maybe it's a senior in the Purple Cloud Palace."

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