NABC Chapter 928 A Divine Mission to Save the World (Long Chapter)
Chapter 928 A Divine Mission to Save the World (Long Chapter)
Chapter 928 A Divine Mission to Save the World (Long Chapter)
In the silence, countless miracles and calamities flowed and condensed, just as in the beginning of chaos, when the pure air rose and the turbid air sank.
A thousand years after the Primordial Celestial Venerable recreated heaven and earth, on an ordinary night, the immortals and gods bid farewell to all living beings high in the heavens, using themselves as equal weights on a scale, and taking the Nine Netherworlds with them into the eternal future.
—A long period of time that extends from now into countless future cosmic cycles.
Thus began an era in which all laws withered and declined.
When the soul loses its source substance, the world ceases to generate spiritual energy. Races and seekers who rely on these two substances gradually decline and perish under the corrosive influence of time.
Perhaps they discovered that the human race, this primate species favored by heaven and earth, still possesses the potential to create miracles.
As times changed, before their descendants completely lost their spiritual brilliance and turned into beasts, those among the myriad races with a long-term vision began to intermarry with the royal families of various countries among the old human races.
They traded their remaining power as a totem to protect the chosen human race and help them develop. The price was that the country or tribe had to remove bloodline restrictions and become the full representative of their race.
Without the miracles of celestial arts—like plucking stars from the sky and summoning clouds and rain—resources and land naturally increase as one gains at the expense of the other.
Thus began the war between various human races and totem spirits.
Strangely, every few hundred years, a figure like the emperor in ancient legends would appear out of nowhere, ending the chaotic world of turmoil and strife, unifying the world, establishing a kingdom, ushering in prosperity, and finally heading towards division and a new unification.
And so, generation after generation passed.
Dragons, phoenixes, demons, monsters, and spirits—all the races that existed in legends and stories have disappeared from the human world. Royal power has also turned into the dust of history. And those totems have long lost their former mystique, becoming spiritual symbols in human clothing, architecture, and culture.
Ordinary and mundane, with a touch of beauty amidst flaws, most humans have an emptiness in their souls and hearts, regrets always permeate their lives and they can never find a miracle.
The human race has been preserved, and the human world can continue to evolve.
All beings look towards the future, never looking back.
In the alley where the walls were covered in moss, most people had woken up and were taking their thermos flasks out to fetch water and throw away their trash.
"Go eat breakfast quickly." An aged voice urged.
"Even Lord Dongjun is up, and you're still holed up at home."
The incandescent bulbs lit up as the plastic rope was pulled, and then the clanging of pots and pans echoed through the alleyways.
An old man and a young boy, carrying noodles, sat on a worn-out chair, casually scrolling through their phones.
"These online novels are getting more and more outrageous, distorting the origins of chaotic gods and demons, and the protagonists even trample on immortals and forget their ancestors!"
The elderly man in the Taoist robe was a little indignant: "Adaptation is not random fabrication, and fiction is not nonsense. Don't you understand this?!"
"After all, these are legends from who-knows-how-many years ago. In that recently released game, the female versions of the Heavenly Court are almost up to the Heavenly Emperor." The school uniform boy put down the basin and said:
"But I still prefer the female version of Tanlang-kun; she's practically my dream wife."
"In this degenerate age, demons are rampant!" The old man glared at the boy with annoyance. "Get lost, before all the patriarchs strike you dead with a bolt of lightning, you little devil!"
The boy in the school uniform wiped his mouth, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and was about to run out the door when he turned his head to look at the enshrined token.
He rubbed his slightly reddened palms and said devoutly, "By the Ancestor of Chaos Gods and Demons, please bless me to have a good final exam today."
After all these years, and with all the gods in the world gone, people have still managed to get to where they are today through their own efforts.
They eat and drink as they please, without much reverence, yet deep down they believe that immortals once existed. They pray when they have needs, even if no miracle occurs.
I just want peace of mind.
This is the era that belongs to humanity.
The boy placed a fruit as an offering and ran away, while the offering token was now surrounded by the wisps of incense smoke, as if it were placed in the clouds of a celestial palace.
The moment the pen touches the paper is eternity.
Beyond the plural histories created in an instant.
The schemers who severed the connection between heaven and earth and separated the Heavenly Court from the mortal world are currently inside the Heavenly Palace, watching the projections of different tokens in Jiang Mingzi's hand.
Images from various future timelines all converge on the same ending.
"I never imagined that the Three Truths in the Same Month Decree, which I casually copied and discarded in the human world, would still be effective." Panda Jiang Mingzi poked the dreamlike future landscape with great interest.
"So, this is the future you want to create?" Huai Shi asked.
“Stripping everything in the Immortal Realm from history, while the Nine Netherworlds, in the process of conceiving that reflection of ‘a fleeting moment,’ ushered in the eternal opposition and entered a state of stagnation.”
"Is it worth it?"
This means that the celestial realm is not only the jailer guarding the Nine Netherworlds, but also becomes a prisoner itself. All miracles encompassed by the concept of the Heavenly Court need to be separated from history along with the celestial realm.
"Fellow Daoist, you don't care about our current situation, but instead focus on such trivial matters?"
The Primordial Celestial Venerable's gaze swept over the others, only to find that they all looked indifferent.
Compared to the celestial realm and their own condition, most people's attention was focused on the somewhat conspicuous Taiyin and the Heavenly Emperor.
"Isn't it only possible to take human form with a red soul ring that's 100,000 years old?" Haotian asked, puzzled.
Taiyin's serene demeanor, as tranquil as moonlight, immediately crumbled: "You weren't reincarnated and lost your memory?"
"Why would I be reincarnated and lose my memory when I go to work?" Haotian asked, puzzled. "I wasn't born into another world as the Heavenly Emperor because I was created by the Star Train at the beginning."
"And yet I went to the trouble of reincarnating into human form," Taiyin clicked her tongue, displeased. "It's pointless."
She turned to look at Yuanshi, pointed at Haotian, and the question in her eyes was self-evident.
"It seems that you, Heavenly Emperor, have not been affected by the Mandate of Heaven at all," Yuanshi Tianzun asked without much surprise.
"Then why should you allow me to make the plans?"
An infinite number of moments can create multiple histories. Whether it is to select the most correct history from them or to give birth to the corresponding weight within the Nine Netherworlds, both eternity and moments are necessary things for the Heavenly Court.
It wasn't exactly deception; he simply told the other party that the Heavenly Court was still lacking a Taiyin, and that the Heavenly Emperor had completely integrated into this era, so entering the cycle of reincarnation to gamble on probabilities was the other party's voluntary act.
There's a glimmer of hope, but it's normal for the probability to be low.
"The Heavenly Emperor has his own duties to perform. Why should I interfere with what you do?" Haotian remained indifferent.
“That’s true.” Yuanshi Tianzun paused for a moment before speaking:
"As the originator of this world, I naturally must seek a path to eternal peace for all living beings in this world, regardless of the methods used."
He turned to face Huai Shi.
"Therefore, there is no such thing as worth it or not worth it, and the so-called destiny is not important. What is important is that I am willing to bear this cause and effect, and I am willing to use you, the guests from the outside world, for the sake of all the beings in this illusory world."
He is not the Monkey King Meng Qi.
As mentioned before, he is without origin or supreme, the beginning of all things, hence the name Yuanshi. He governs all things, and is supremely revered among the Three Pure Ones, hence the name Tianzun. He is the head of the Three Pure Ones in this world, the Jade Pure Purple Void Supreme Emperor Taishang Daojun.
Whether it is Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly, or the butterfly dreaming of being Zhuangzi, one should not ask about the past or the future in one's actions, only in this way can one verify one's true nature.
This was something everyone had anticipated.
"But Heavenly Venerable, have you ever thought about this?"
Klein stroked a divination coin in his hand and said:
"If this plan fails, when this era comes to an end, humanity may not even have the ability to move on to the next era."
Anyone can see that the "Severing the Connection Between Heaven and Earth" technique aims to marginalize humanity and allow it to develop independently.
However, this raises a problem: although the Nine Netherworlds, the burial ground for the remains of the past, are now in a state of eternal stillness, the nascent form of the impending calamity is undeniably present.
Moreover, the human world, which is banished from both realms, will continue to accumulate new miracles and calamities. Even in the degenerate age, this corresponding thing is like a tiny speck of dust, but one day it will gather into a desert.
"The immeasurable eons are caused by the collapse of cause and effect that supports the operation of the universe. If there were no primordial variables brought about by this final eon, and no endless cycle of the five eons of the Dragon and Han dynasties, at least this world could continue."
Yuanshi Tianzun looked at everyone and said, "Whether good or bad, at least you are alive. As long as you are alive, you have a chance."
Ironically, the protagonists of this world have never been humans, the Heavenly Court, or the gods, but rather outsiders like Huai Shi and Klein.
The era will change as the exploration progresses. For them, whose sense of time is blurred, it is just a trial or a dream. But for the creatures born from this witch's night, it is a real era of thousands of years.
so.
"Fellow Daoists, please pause your exploration here for now, even if only temporarily. At least," Laozi raised his eyes and said, "we have struggled."
Upon hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun stared at Taishang Laojun for a long time before finally looking at Haotian, who was high above, wearing imperial robes and a heavenly crown, and sitting on a jade throne with a dragon's head.
"What do you mean by the thousands of years since the beginning of the era and the current Heavenly Court?"
"It is but a fleeting moment in eternity."
Haotian lowered his eyes, his voice resonant and calm: "Even so, it is still a precious and real thing."
The Heavenly Court returned to silence, the immortals stood silently, and the celestial realm was no longer disturbed.
All that remains are the light and shadow cast by the mirror image of the same moon, and the noisy human world.
Everything is fine.
boom--
The sound waves spread, like bubbles bursting, echoing from an abyss that had been frozen for who knows how long, breaking the eternal stillness.
A raccoon blinked, the ancient look deep in her eyes gradually fading away. She looked around and saw all the broken garbage bags and the trash spilling out of them frozen in place. She scratched her head in confusion.
"Has the version update entered a new phase?"
Instead of seeing the pink puppy, she spotted a pink bunny. After poking the immobile March 7 with her baseball bat, she began to explore on her own.
When she entered this place by collecting unique trash bags from this universe, she understood her mission.
This broken trash can universe needs to be saved; there must be a trash king who will rule all the trash cans!
So no matter what difficulties you encounter, just keep forging ahead. These are the twelve trials on the road to garbage, this time.
"Finding a Stand user who can stop time is the key." A flash of inspiration struck Xing.
Following her instincts, she swung her baseball bat through the abyss, prying open one sealed trash can after another, but unfortunately, she didn't find a man with an invincible face, nor did she discover the uniquely styled Cleopatra.
After a fruitless search, I picked up a black cat that was making a hunting motion and a little black rabbit that was almost eaten.
Xing glanced around and found that in the carriages with different classification labels, the wet waste, dry waste, kitchen waste, and non-combustible waste were still motionless.
There was no other way but to try to learn the version of the Titan of Ages' power ahead of time in the unchanging abyss.
Oronis traces the threads of time, supporting the past, present, and future of the world, allowing all things to flow. Once he learns this power, he will surely be able to embark on the path of saving the world from garbage once again.
She was so convinced of this, and the ancient seal script in her eyes flickered once more.
Invisible ripples spread outwards from the raccoon's body. The black rabbit, which looked like a newborn cub, twitched its ears and opened its red eyes for the first time in this deep, desolate abyss.
Seeing that her efforts had yielded results, Xing nodded in satisfaction.
She tried again, and the black rabbit glanced around before jumping onto the black cat's head, after which the black cat was able to move.
"Meow--!"
The two raced each other, and along their path, animals reacted slightly, but soon returned to stillness under the intervention of some unseen force.
Xing frowned and began to rack his brains, trying to find an enhancement device to improve his time manipulation abilities.
"Actually, there is another way."
A humble voice sounded in my ear.
Xing opened his eyes and found that Black Dream Eater, one of the seven buckets under the Garbage King, was respectfully kneeling in front of him.
“My king, I am willing to be your messenger and go to the undamaged trash cans and bags, where there must be a way to save all the trash.”
"In that case."
After a brief silence, Xing nodded and said, "Go, Lord of the Broken Flute."
A phantom talisman landed on the forehead of the piper in the form of a dream tapir, causing him to lie almost prostrate on the ground, lowering his posture even further.
"As you wish, great King of Trash."
The surroundings were dark and hazy, and a chaotic vortex swept it away.
Black Peacock King asked curiously, "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid that he's using you and will betray you in the end?"
“There may be an element of exploitation involved, but Lord Broken Flute will not betray me,” Xing said.
"Oh?" the withered king asked curiously, "Why?"
“Because Huan Yuqing just caught up with him,” Xing said.
"?" The withered king raised his right monocle, puzzled. This young king was to his liking, but sometimes he really couldn't understand what the other was saying.
Ok?
He took off his right monocle and tossed it aside casually.
This thing doesn't suit my aesthetic at all. When did I put it on?
An endless abyss, a dark place of all worlds.
Menek sat in the dilapidated fairy palace, pulling out bone spurs from his face one by one, wincing in pain as he did so.
"Old man, if you won't help me, fine, but can't I borrow those two fellow Daoists' bodies to go into the void and avoid trouble?" Menek said.
The Three Pure Ones of the Abyss poured a cup of water into a teacup full of cracks: "With your thousand-faced features, you should have many bodies to use. Why bother coming here to provoke my two young friends?"
A few drops of water were moistened on the old, loose-skinned fingers, and flicked onto the brows of the winged man and the alluring woman, severing the karmic ties that had once connected them with Menek.
Just now, the other party tried to possess someone through this connection but was forced out.
"I was just trying to avoid him on the way... Ouch... This Hades' elbow strike is a critical hit with an enchantment, he chased me all the way from the abyss to the void just to elbow me, all because I played a joke on him last time..." Menek complained:
"He completed the ascension ceremony so quickly and secured Hades' throne. Shouldn't he get to know his interpersonal relationships?!"
He's been catching me off guard for ages, but there's still a remnant of his presence in the void, so he had no choice but to come here to lay low for a while.
"He probably despises powerful individuals who possess or steal bodies. You'd better apologize to him in your original form to show your sincerity," said the Three Pure Ones of the Abyss.
He picked up his teacup and took a small sip.
Seeing that the other party hadn't poured him a glass or welcomed him, Menek didn't show any emotion. He just brazenly wandered around like he was on a tour.
"This is my first time here; I haven't had the chance before..."
Menek's figure flashed up and down, "Why are they all broken and tattered? Sigh, I miss the treasure vault of the City of Heavens."
"I'm getting old and my memory is failing, I almost forgot. If you hadn't used someone else's body to travel to the void, I'm afraid that city lord would have tracked you down as soon as you showed your face." The Three Pure Ones of the Abyss laughed, "The enmity of being blocked is something that if he hadn't been afraid to enter the Abyss directly, I'm afraid that it wouldn't just be Hades chasing you now."
"..." Menek twitched the corner of his mouth, as if his sore spot had been hit.
Suddenly, he stopped in front of a talisman that was interwoven with black and silver.
"Old man, what kind of treasure is this? So much high-quality blood energy, hey... why is there your blood in it too?" Menek reached out and picked up the talisman: "Did you make this?"
“No…” The Three Pure Ones of the Abyss ran their fingers along the rim of the teacup a few times: “It is a talisman crafted by a junior, intended to save all living beings during the immeasurable final calamity.”
“The final tribulation…” Menek turned to look at the celestial phenomena outside the palace, where immortals and demons were locked in a fierce battle, and chuckled: “Doesn’t he know that the so-called final tribulation is you? You even bled to help him refine this thing?”
"He simply doesn't know that the void dimension in which the world exists has been completely replaced by the Abyss." The Three Pure Ones of the Abyss spoke calmly:
"The beings who use this talisman will have their fate changed imperceptibly by every word and deed, causing reality to change in the direction they desire."
“I did want to give him a chance, but unfortunately, at that time no living being could bear the destiny of saving the world in the immeasurable end times.”
"Even the darlings of heaven and earth, the saints of all ages, and the most wicked demons... in the end, they will be affected by the power of the talisman and crushed by the calamity and the destiny that burdens the world."
“That’s because he’s not trying to save the world that’s about to fall into the abyss, but the world that’s already in the abyss.” Menek’s tone turned mocking: “To bring a dead world back from the abyss to life in the void will eventually crush everyone.”
Knowing this, you still bleed to help him. A saint of his caliber would have had the opportunity to leave this world and go to the next void.
"With you messing things up like this, we'll probably be stuck on this for good, and die without ever knowing who the real culprit is."
"Do I have to see him die with regret and resentment to be satisfied?" The Three Pure Ones of the Abyss said calmly, "At least he tried. In the end, even if he sinks into the abyss and returns to the ruins with all living beings, he will not leave with regret."
"Such a classic supervillain's line! I really wish Chaos would unleash a few superheroes to arrest you!" Menek's mocking laughter echoed through Asgard.
"But there's something I'm really curious about. Could you please answer it for me, senior?"
Before Sanqing could reply, Menek began to speak on his own:
"Those of us born into the abyss have no other choice but this path, but Hades, who has been hindering me, isn't the first being to transcend and voluntarily enter the abyss to occupy the conceptual throne..."
"For example, you seniors, why don't you all stay in the void instead of entering the abyss to reclaim this myth after transcending your own destiny?"
"Whatever regrets you may have, or whatever you desire, you are all capable of achieving it with just a thought, right?"
Because of these beings who voluntarily entered the abyss to bind themselves, once he obtains the divine throne and completes the ritual, he can simply lie back and relax thanks to the shared status. Even without effort, someone will carry the burden for him and help him improve his level.
But Menek was finding it hard to contain his curiosity, especially after being elbowed several times.
Of course, he was prepared to be kicked out by the Three Pure Ones of the Abyss for asking such a private question, so seeing the old man get angry was a bonus.
"Before I reached the state of perfect enlightenment, everything I was once familiar with returned to this abyss in accordance with the cycle of five kalpas."
The Three Pure Ones countered, "If I'm not here, where else would I be?"
"Hmm?" Menek paused, then: "And that junior you mentioned who crafted the talismans, and that world..."
“Naturally, they are descendants of the previous generation, who are similar to and share the same origin as the ancients, from the next era after the calamity of heaven and earth.” Sanli said matter-of-factly, “But they are not the same person after all. Even if I could revive them with methods that surpass creation, aren’t their remains lying in this Abyss of Return to Nothingness?”
"You crazy old man..." Menek's eyes twitched. He suddenly felt that he had spent too much time with the other person, so he decided to find another place to run away: "Can I borrow this thing to play with? How do I use it?"
He raised the talisman in his hand, only to find that the Three Pure Ones' eyes gradually turned sharp.
It wasn't an angry or other negative emotion in her eyes, but rather...
Accident?
Menek was somewhat surprised, but he noticed that the talisman in his hand began to glow with a pure light, its energy shifting and changing, clearly indicating that it was in effect...
"Me, the savior?!"
I typed 5700 words before 2 pm, and typed the rest on my phone on my way to and from work in the afternoon.
(End of this chapter)