Chapter 2138: Five Myriad Years of Saintly Toil, One Instant for All Beings Gods and Buddhas

"Very good! Dominating the foundation of the country, the prestige of the Dou clan!" Meng Tianhai praised. "This Yunmeng Boat, I'll confiscate it first!"

The torrential blood river leaped up like a dragon, entirely pulled out from this rootless world, and swallowed by Meng Tianhai in one gulp!

The fifty-four thousand years of calamitous water, considered the blood river defense line of the Human Race, became empty in a single thought. This made the Evil Sea feel a kind of "suddenly bald" sensation.

However, the Yùdài Sea quickly flowed in, and the more outer turbulent waves naturally invaded inward.

And Meng Tianhai lifted his eyes to look, injecting infinite great power into his gaze, causing the boundless turbulent waves to raise shocking waves, suddenly retreating a hundred Li, turning the turbid into clear!

With his personal power, he saw it with one eye and expanded outwards a hundred Li of pure water, making the Yùdài Sea add a few points to its "waist circumference."

This kind of power is simply hard to imagine.

He is no less a man who has faced various Saint legacies alone for fifty-four thousand years.

Previously, he awakened ancient great power, hitting various Grandmasters with his fists, already demonstrating the top tier strength below Transcendence.

That is still not his limit.

Until this moment, with fifty-four thousand years of blood river as his Dao Body!

That magnificent and peerless dream boat was held in his palm, small and exquisite, like a child's toy.

Meng Tianhai said no more, but his attitude was very obvious—he very much expected how the Chu country would kill him after he walked out of the Hongchen Gate.

Standing on the golden bridge, Song Póti had already lost her connection to the Yunmeng Boat. She was completely defeated, although outsiders could not see her struggle within the blood river.

But she also said nothing, only looking at Meng Tianhai with eyes that completely saw a dead man.

"Wú Bīngyì has arrived." Meng Tianhai looked again at the Legalist Grandmaster in the field. "Will you open the Chìzhōu Tripod yourself, or shall I personally seize it back?"

Wú Bīngyì did not utter a word, only lifting his only remaining left arm—

Clang, clang, clang, clang.

Pure white Law No. Two Door chains, like snow pythons roaming the sky, slowly swam down from the Chìzhōu Tripod, then suddenly leaped, shrinking sharply, finally swimming into Wú Bīngyì's large sleeve.

Red light instantly filled the Evil Sea!

The Chìzhōu Tripod suddenly broke free, spinning wildly in the air, greatly releasing its treasure light, and continuously expanding, quite having the momentum of escaping once and angrily pouring out onto heaven and earth.

But one palm covered it, pinching it into a small tripod.

The red small tripod, and the small cloud boat, now both stopped in Meng Tianhai's palm.

"Wú Bīngyì never compromises. You are willing to simply return the Chìzhōu Tripod to me only because you know I am going to die." Meng Tianhai smiled. "Yes, the times I endured in the past have once again become my retribution. After peeling open the Luóhuā Saint Realm, fifty thousand years of chasing longevity, the blood river is depleting, and this process is irreversible—if I do not transcend, I must die without a doubt."

He spoke of life and death, but it was as if unrelated to himself.

He lowered his head to look at the two treasures in his palm, smiling inexplicably. "Cave Heaven treasures, nurtured by heaven and earth. Why is its name Chìzhōu, and yours Yunmeng? Why are they nurtured by heaven and earth, yet to be imprinted with human marks? Why say it belongs to me, and it belongs to you?"

His horizontal palm was like land, with two Cave Heavens upon it.

This palm once divided life and death, this palm once grasped the flood.

His five fingers were like peaks already toppled, his palm simply closing. The Chìzhōu Tripod and the Yunmeng Boat were gently pinched, removing all their imprints. From now on, they would no longer be controlled by anyone, including Meng Tianhai himself.

Then he smiled and threw them out. "Go!"

The light of the Chìzhōu Tripod and the Yunmeng Boat shone, flickering only once, then completely leaving the crowd's vision, disappearing into the depths of the calamitous water, not knowing which corner of this boundless Evil Sea they went to.

The crowd was silent, not understanding Meng Tianhai's meaning.

They had thought Meng Tianhai seized the Yunmeng Boat and robbed back the Chìzhōu Tripod to prepare for his next Transcendence or escape, yet he casually discarded them, fundamentally not caring!

Dòu Zhào was even more indignant and unfair—if you don't care, then why did you rob my Great Chu's Yunmeng Boat? If you don't want it yourself, you can't stand others having it either?

Meng Tianhai said in a long voice, "These two things are both ownerless, hereafter they roam the Evil Sea. Whoever encounters them is who, those with fate get them!"

"This is meaningless." Song Póti said faintly. "The belonging of the Chìzhōu Tripod aside. The Yunmeng Boat belongs to the Chu country, this is an unchangeable fact. No matter who gets it, it will eventually have to return."

Meng Tianhai smiled. "Perhaps there will be exceptions."

Song Póti said, "No exceptions. The moment I am here, I represent the Great Chu Dynasty with full authority."

Meng Tianhai only shook his head. "Time is truly a fearful weapon. Initially, only the South would not be subjects, but now they even think... only you are in the world."

He held up his palm, stopping Song Póti's words. "No need to explain anything to me, I know your three-thousand-year family, forever prosperous in the South country. I understand time more than you do, and I see a more distant Great Chu Dynasty—when Xiōng Yìzhèng first shouted 'only the South will not be subjects,' I was in the calamitous water, also floating a big white for him."

Xiōng Yìzhèng is precisely the Great Chu Taizu, a legendary hero inscribed in historical books, who, in a war-torn era, single-handedly raised the banner in the Southern border.

Only at this time did people suddenly recall that this man, who was using the blood river as his Dao Body at this moment, had truly lived through and experienced a long history.

The Immortal Palace era, the Yīzhēn era... the entire new start of the Dao Calendar for three thousand nine hundred and twenty-three years, all occurred before his eyes!

Meng Tianhai displayed his large sleeve. "The rise and fall of the forces behind you, including the honor and past you possess, I see it all in my eyes. I understand you more than you imagine. Although you came to plot against me today, I actually have no resentment or hate towards you. Everyone is a person in the scheme, if they don't transcend, who can obtain freedom? Your actions against me before can be written off with one stroke!"

"You are quite carefree!" Sī Yǔ'ān held the Kūnwú Sword and said slowly. "How can it be written off?"

Meng Tianhai glanced at him and said calmly. "In this life, I have killed countless people, swallowed countless people, and done all sorts of evil deeds. They are all unrelated to various Saints, all my own choices. You are Guān Chángqīng's disciple, hating me is expected, killing me is your ability! But if you don't, then blame yourself for being too weak!"

He did not go to kill Sī Yǔ'ān.

He did not care about Sī Yǔ'ān's hate!

Everything he does is for himself, he can do anything, and he doesn't mind anyone coming to seek revenge—regardless of the reason.

One can kill people, and one can also be killed, isn't this the essence of the world?

Virtue shackles and legal locks are burdens for the strong!

He only lifted his boot and walked towards a higher place.

His feet stepped on void stairs, yet every step landed on a real place. Those rule nodes that cannot be captured by the naked eye submitted beneath his boots. He went higher and higher, as if he wanted to walk to the infinitely high place of this rootless world, seeking the non-existent dome of the Evil Sea.

No one stopped him.

Even Sī Yǔ'ān did not draw his sword at this moment.

In the calamitous water at this time, the liberated Meng Tianhai was indeed invincible—his only enemy was his lifespan. He should have died long ago but did not, and painstakingly arranged to shake off the Luóhuā Saint Realm. Those greedy years would naturally pursue him.

He must die if he does not transcend, but having lost the Luóhuā Saint Realm and the opportunity to open a great world, what will he rely on to transcend?

Meng Tianhai himself did not seem to feel that he lacked the qualifications.

He stepped up the stairs, and asked in a leisurely voice, "Do you know, what kind of Transcendence path is this?"

Only the sound of waves in the Evil Sea.

Everyone was silent.

Meng Tianhai continued to walk, narrating very naturally. "Initially, I received the invitation of Chén Dū Zhēnjùn Wèi Xún, entering the vast sea to attack Gāo Jì, and chopping off half of a dragon horn. I therefore also saw Gāo Jì's Transcendence path. One body with ten thousand pupils, one eye with ten thousand years. He succeeded because he supported the Sea Race, and also failed because he supported the Sea Race.

"In the battle to seal the Mí Realm, I was present as Péng Chóngjiàn. I saw the three ascents to the absolute peak, all three bodies derived the Dao and fused into the Sea, shattering in cause and effect, destroyed by old hate. Three bodies deriving the Dao, two races merging, one life transcending, and in the end, it was all an empty mirror flower and water moon!

"I saw Xuán Yuán Shuò, the fish dragon on the horizon, who faced the vast sea alone, twice approaching Transcendence, ultimately his heart tied to the Human Race, his efforts failed near success.

"The Tài Xū Alliance, you all personally experienced it! Xú Yuán established metaphysics, built the Tài Xū Illusion Realm, prominent learning with one hand, the flood of Human Dao with the other, seemingly great momentum, but actually fragile and unbearable. His metaphysics needs disciples to spread, his Tài Xū Illusion Realm needs great powers to recognize, needs the people of the world to participate. He seemed to have many choices, but every path needed the support of others! What was the final result, you all also saw.

"And so on, too many to enumerate. This is still only the story after the new start of the Dao Calendar. Flipping through history, all who placed their hopes on others, one by one, all ended up like this.

"Placing hope on others is a stupid act!

"Even more so on the path of Transcendence.

"The strong are destined to be lonely.

"The strong must walk alone!"

Meng Tianhai spoke more urgently, walked faster, a single step covering tens of thousands of Zhang.

Having stayed for fifty-four thousand years, tempering his Dao Body, completely shaking off the residual influence of the Luóhuā Saint Realm, and confirming that he had obtained true freedom without constraint...

He stepped out his last step.

"My path is different from all of them.

"My greatness is only sought from myself!

"I did not become a god in the Myth Era, I did not become an immortal in the Immortal Era. Because gods and immortals are all useless ones, all cowardly! I will become me! Past, present, future, eternally unique, eternally transcending!"

Boom, boom, boom!

The high dome of the Evil Sea actually tore open blood-red lightning stretching for tens of thousands of Li, and merely the afterglow that sprinkled down exterminated countless calamitous monsters.

Even though Jiāng Wàng and the others were in the Study Sea, they could feel this world-exterminating might.

Chén Pǔ looked up at the sky, his tone grave. "This Transcendence path, he actually wants to force his way through with power!"

"The so-called absolute peak is the limit of the current world. The so-called Transcendence means being above the absolute peak, not only does one's power need to exceed the current world limit, but one also needs to transcend time and space, cause and effect, everything." Song Póti said. "Without an essential leap, relying solely on brute force, it is impossible to succeed."

"That is true for anyone, but Meng Tianhai is an exception who has an opportunity." Wú Bīngyì's voice was cold and severe. "With fifty-four thousand years of blood river as his Dao Body, he has swallowed countless heavenly talents over tens of thousands of years and knows all the heroes of the world. His accumulation is thick, unparalleled in the world."

"This is probably the path he planned early on. In the schemes of the various Saints, there was no path he could walk. Fifty thousand years of hard labor by the various Saints, an instant of all living beings, gods and Buddhas. Fusing ten thousand into one body, he wants to fill the Transcendence gulf with pure power." Ruǎn Qú sighed. "Indeed, where in the world is there a mediocre Transcendence path?"

Everyone said the calamitous water was boundless, the heaven and sea infinite, but at this moment, it seemed cramped.

Meng Tianhai's power was so strong, nowhere could contain it!

Under the terrifying blood-colored lightning, time and space all gave birth to chaotic flows. Ten thousand things were put together, colliding into a piece of chaos.

And Meng Tianhai rose high along the path, unobstructed by ten thousand kinds. His blood-colored sect master robe Dao Body collided and shattered all the chaotic flows of time and space, colliding and opening up the world-exterminating lightning.

Around him, countless huge virtual shadows of gods and Buddhas once again appeared. Although the faces of these gods and Buddhas were fuzzy, their temperament was clearly visible.

The first to move mountains, Péng Chóngjiàn, the grandmaster of techniques, Huò Shǐ Jì, the chief sword of the world, Guān Chángqīng, the first to govern water, Fù Lántíng... and the great ancestor who founded the Blood River Sect even in death, the second generation sect master who contributed his life to the Blood River Sect.

A hundred kinds, a thousand kinds, all became one Dao.

"I, Meng Tianhai, cannot be the dog of various Saints, even if this dog is called wise and makes ancestors. I absolutely will not be the immortal will of the Luóhuā Saint Realm—yes, life is limited, the price of freedom is high, for this moment, I have paid everything. Various positions! Then let me see if the moment of freedom I fought for with fifty thousand years can seek eternal Transcendence!"

He finally looked down below.

He looked at Ruǎn Qú, Wú Bīngyì, Chén Pǔ, Sī Yǔ'ān, Song Póti, but not only at them.

Jiāng Wàng in the Study Sea, Dòu Zhào, Chóng Xuán Zūn, all the people in the True Origin Fire Realm, all in his line of sight.

He looked at all the ants below him with equal eyes.

He even still looked at his 'old opponents' over the years, the three evils in the deepest part of the Evil Sea.

Finally, he said—"Fellow Daoists of various positions, whether you hate me, dislike me, or are my enemy, or my foe. Thank you for coming to witness my journey!"

He lifted his head, his voice extremely calm. "Although I don't need an audience either."

The Evil Sea trembled!

The boundless turbid waves all roared!

Those who could touch the rules could all feel the rules avoiding him.

The origin of this rootless world avoided the Dao for him!

At this moment, Jiāng Wàng couldn't help but think—the three evils hidden in the depths of the Evil Sea, who do not come out except during evil tribulations... Will they also be nervous? Although the Evil Sea is boundless, will it be too crowded to accommodate another honored Transcendent?

Meng Tianhai's Dao Body had become incomparably huge at this time, about thirty thousand Zhang high, a single wrinkle on his blood-colored Dao robe was a deep ditch.

The huge virtual shadows of gods and Buddhas in the sky also faded into insignificance.

At this moment, it was so clearly manifested—although there were gods and Buddhas filling the sky, he was the only "尊"; spanning fifty thousand years of history, he was the only "真".

This world could no longer completely bear his power. Around his Dao Body were countless fine cracks, as if floating and dancing, dense black lines!

Cracking the world into fluff!

"Aren't we going to stop him?" Dòu Zhào involuntarily asked. "Are we just going to let him transcend?"

Song Póti glanced at him faintly. "This kind of minor scene does not require your action yet."

What will happen next?

Stronger individuals from various sides? Stronger Cave Heaven treasures?

The means of the various Saints' legacies?

Even... the Dharma Bodies of the emperors of the Six Countries personally arriving?

Jiāng Wàng's heart was full of thoughts. He had already witnessed more than one story of impacting Transcendence. He knew things would definitely change. The various sides of the current world would not allow Meng Tianhai to transcend. The power that these Dao-derived True Monarchs in the Evil Sea at this moment could mobilize was absolutely not just what they had now.

He just didn't know what would come to stop all this.

Just at this moment, he heard Jì Lí's uncontrollable exclamation.

He also looked up—

That door, which had been suspended above the Evil Sea since ancient times, surrounded by the blood river and the Yùdài Sea, forever hazy in light and shadow, moved.

The backup hand that the various True Monarchs relied on was actually the Hongchen Gate!

It was an ordinary wooden door, with an upside-down "Fu" character pasted on it, just like the door of an ordinary commoner's home. It was as if if you pushed it open, you could see a harmonious and beautiful family.

But it was of course impossible to be ordinary.

It stood horizontally above Meng Tianhai with a kind of almost unquestionable correctness.

Meng Tianhai, in the midst of his leap, laughed for a long time. "The three evils of the Evil Sea are also afraid of me, resisting me. You are also resisting me, wanting to stop me! Am I a person or a ghost? A god or a Buddha?

"Heaven gives birth to ten thousand useless things, today I also know I am I!

"I have already passed through many eras, bidding farewell to people and moving forward. I do not belong to any era, and they do not deserve to own me. Every era has its deepest secret, and I have not seen it yet. Come! Let me welcome you! Let me see what exactly you have planted inside the Hongchen Gate!"

"It's over." Ruǎn Qú's voice fell like a bell, and she flicked her sleeve, covering the vision in the Study Sea.

Almost at the same time, Jiāng Wàng's pupils leaped with Immortal patterns, Dòu Zhào's eyes emitted golden light, Chóng Xuán Zūn's pupils were like star children, their vision piercing the fog, looking up towards the high place "unwisely".

They saw, above Meng Tianhai's tens of thousands of Zhang Dao Body, the light and shadow on the Hongchen Gate changed rapidly, as if vast history was flipping its pages at this moment.

Those long years were rapidly turned over, and the final instant was fixed. The words engraved on the door were—

"Fù Rén Town Home."

Jiāng Wàng was suddenly shocked! He had seen this line of words before!

Dimly, such a voice rang out, gentle and benevolent, yet with a kind of inviolable dignity—"You are very lucky, and also very unlucky. To choose me... Jì Fù Rén!"

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