Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 688

Chapter 686: Great Strength Creates Miracles

After listening to what Venerable Shenzang and Emperor Shun said, Jiang Li stretched out three fingers: “I have three questions.”

“The first question is, I am immortal and indestructible, and the black tide cannot swallow me. No matter how much you, Tiandao, want me to help you go to the parallel world to deal with other Tiandao, in the end it will be me who survives, not you.”

Venerable Shenzang has never thought about this problem: “Even suicide is not allowed?”

Jiang Li shook his head: “I can’t do it. I can’t die by suicide.”

Venerable Shenzang was stunned. He had never heard of anyone who couldn’t die even by suicide.

“Second question.” Jiang Li looked at Emperor Shun. “Establishing order won’t happen overnight. How long will the Black Tide take to descend upon our world?”

“The Black Tide will descend upon the River of Time in ten years. As for how long it will take to reach your world, I can’t predict, but it’s definitely ten years from now.”

“Ten years is too short. I can only survive the Immortal Tribulation once more. It’s impossible to establish the order you’re talking about across the universe.” “

…Although your calculations are flawed, we truly don’t have enough time. There’s nothing we can do about it. We’ll save as many worlds as we can.”

“Then, third question. Since the Black Tide has been strengthened by the Possibility Convergence, from ‘possibility’ to ‘inevitability,’ can I destroy the Possibility Convergence and restore the Black Tide to its original state?”

Emperor Shun: “…”

He had traveled through time, planned through eternity, and calculated the universe, finally arriving at the second solution. Then Jiang Li suddenly proposed the third.

Crucially, the more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

If someone traveling through the River of Time could nearly bring it to its knees, then destroying the Possibility Convergence seemed not impossible.

Emperor Shun nodded sincerely: “Emperor Jiang Ren’s idea is really simple… different from that of ordinary people. This is possible. Destroying the place where possibilities converge, although it cannot make the rules of destruction disappear completely, it can restore the rules of destruction to their previous uncertain state.”

Jiang Li asked: “How feasible is it?”

Emperor Shun shook his head: “I don’t know. There is no precedent for this. I am not sure how likely it is.”

“Emperor Jiang Ren, if you want to go to the place where possibilities converge, then ten years later, the black tide will come to the river of time. You can follow the channel opened by the black tide, go upstream, and enter the place where possibilities converge.”

“In that case, I will make preparations for both situations. Jiuzhou will continue to explore the heavens and all worlds, and try our best to achieve the ‘order’ that you, Emperor Shun, requested.”

“On the other hand, I will wait until ten years later and go to the place where possibilities converge.”

“This is the most comprehensive.”

“The matter has been handled properly. Heaven, it’s time to settle the matter between you and me.”

Seeing Jiang Li’s appearance, Venerable Shenzang knew that he would not be able to survive Jiang Li’s hands.

“Things have come to this. I will no longer defend myself. It’s simply that as ‘Heaven,’ I do not wish to die at the hands of ‘Man.'”

Venerable Shenzang lost his instinct for survival and closed his eyes. His soul returned to Heaven, his body to the Dao, leaving no trace in the world.

Everyone felt as if something had shattered.

From the shattered immortal realm wafted a wail, a mournful, inexplicable sadness.

“The Dao has fallen, the heavens weep, the earth weeps,” the Confucian sage whispered. “With the immortal realm gone, its Heavenly Dao has vanished.”

“From now on, it will be the age of Man.”

“No, no, no!” the Immortal Emperor cried out in horror, his immortal body disintegrating, shattering into fragments, starting with his fingernails.

The Immortal Emperor was the spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao. Now that the Heavenly Dao was dead, he too would follow in its footsteps.

“I will not die like this!” the Immortal Emperor roared. The Immortal Burial Spear transformed into a beam of light and merged into his body. He released boundless radiance, attempting to halt this transformation.

The Immortal Emperor employed every possible means to save his life: escaping from his shell, rebirth from the ashes, the death-replacing elixir, the dual-life Gu… all to no avail.

This transformation was irreversible, and even his immense powers were powerless.

“I will not resign myself to this! I will not resign myself to this…”

His arms, legs, torso, and head vanished one after another, transforming into feathers of light. Finally, even his soul vanished.

A generation of Immortal Emperors, fallen.

Emperor Shun sighed, “The Way of Heaven is bound by the law of the jungle. It cannot be defied, it cannot be defied. How tragic.”

“Anyone in the world can develop intelligence, except the Way of Heaven. Sadly, the impartial Way of Heaven has developed intelligence, becoming an independent entity, transforming from ruthless to compassionate, from fair to selfish.”

“Indeed, the Way of Heaven desires to bring order to the world, but it cannot.”

“Buddha, Confucian Sage.” Jiang Li saluted. The fame of these two elders resonated throughout the heavens and the universe, and a proper gesture of respect was due.

Although the Buddha and the Confucian Sage had already arrived at the battle scene, events unfolded so swiftly that Jiang Li didn’t even have time to greet them.

The Buddha returned the greeting, “Your power is unprecedented. I feel unworthy to accept your offering.”

“I see your solemn appearance, faintly radiating a Buddha’s aura. Could it be that you have some connection to my Buddhist sect?”

The Buddha saw Jiang Li differently than ordinary people. He looked at him as if he were a future Buddha.

Jiang Li hesitated, then said uncertainly, “Perhaps it’s because I’m in the Mahayana stage.”

“What is the Mahayana stage?” The Buddha had never heard of this level of cultivation.

Jiang Li explained, “The name of the Mahayana stage comes from Mahayana Buddhism. Those who defeat the Heavenly Dao and the immortals are at the Mahayana stage.”

The Buddha was curious: “There is such a magical level. I wonder which master named this level?”

“Changcun Immortal Weng.”

The Buddha suddenly realized: “So it was him, the youngest disciple of the Taoist Patriarch. The Taoist Patriarch is truly extraordinary. Not only is he at the pinnacle of the immortal path, but the disciples he taught are also extraordinary. He actually created a new realm that surpasses the Heavenly Dao and the immortals. If possible, I really want to meet him.”

“Is the Buddha coming to Jiuzhou?”

The Buddha shook his head, his smile bitter: “I have been deceived by the Heavenly Dao and have no face to face all living beings.”

Jiang Li wanted to remonstrate with the Buddha. After all, it was difficult to say who was right or wrong in this matter, and there was no need to blame himself for it.

Unfortunately, the Buddha had made up his mind, and no amount of words would do.

The Buddha passed away, his body vanishing, leaving behind a complete golden skeleton, seated in a lotus position. Scripture flowed across its surface, as if innately sacred .

“Why bother?” Jiang Li sighed, but without much sadness.

Though the Buddha had passed away, his soul remained. He would journey to the underworld, but it was unknown whether he would remain there or choose to reincarnate.

“Rusheng, what about you?”

“I heard the Taoist reincarnates into the Nine Provinces. I want to go see it,” the Rusheng smiled. What he didn’t say was that he actually wanted to see the unique Nine Provinces even more.

Before Emperor Shun returned to the River of Time, he solemnly warned Jiang Li, “Be careful of my descendant named Ji Zhi. He’s quite capable and ambitious.”

Jiang Li was puzzled.

“He could very well go back five hundred years and beat you up when you were still a weaker person.”

Jiang Li clasped his fists tightly. “Thank you, Emperor Shun, for the reminder.”

(End of this chapter)