Chapter 2508: I Once Opened the Window to See the Sea

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This single eye has abnormally complex folds, yet it is fresh, tender, and lively, as if it were a wrinkled fetus just pulled from amniotic fluid.

But the pupil is very bright. Jiang Wang looks at this single eye, as if he sees himself reflected within it—

Clearly it is Qu Shoufu's body, but the single eye reflects a set of green robes.

It seems that everything belonging to the life named "Jiang Wang" is illuminated in the pupil.

His movements involuntarily slow, and his eyes are wide open watching this tentacle swell, seemingly wanting to burst Miao Rulai!

As the carrier, Miao Rulai's cultivation is already higher than Qu Shoufu's.

And Zhuge Yixian, as the descending body, is also undoubtedly stronger than the current Jiang Wang.

From the moment of descent, each of them has been constantly transforming the descended body to accommodate more of their own power—this is also why Jiang Nanpeng was sleeping deeply in the blood coffin at first. Obviously, he doesn't feel that scheming and fighting with suspicion has any meaning. Perhaps the core of this scheme within the jar is to transform the carrier as much as possible to unleash more power.

Miao Rulai has transformed this body very well. Between raising his hand and throwing his foot, it's as if heaven and earth respond, and the power of trigram and witch ways surges wildly.

But he still has only one face, pierced by the tentacle of the fleshy tentacle monster.

"Both of us are inside the transcend jar, limited by our bodies. Actually, the power gap between us... isn't that big." Miao Rulai hangs there motionlessly, one hand grabbing the tentacle that is constantly twisting in his chest, his five fingers sinking into the flesh of the tentacle: "You even have a vision far surpassing mine, but I fear you'll be like a clever housewife who can't cook without rice!"

Starlight flows on the smooth and sticky surface of the tentacle.

His power and the power of the fleshy tentacle monster are engaged in the most direct confrontation. Like two wrestling fighters, they have already fiercely collided.

Miao Rulai's face has golden star patterns on the left half and black spirit patterns on the right half. The lively patterns interweave with each other, covering him with a magnificent mask.

This is the proof of the star witch!

That year, Zhuge Yixian followed Chu Taizu Xiong Yizheng's rise, fighting every battle with his face covered. He would plan in the tent, decide victory a thousand li away, and when necessary... behead generals, seize flags, and break through formations alone!

His most famous feat that year was during an army intersection attack. The enemy army suddenly sent out strange soldiers, killing into the rear, intending to behead the strategist and cause the Chu army to fall into chaos.

As a result, the small group of strange soldiers killed their way to the outside of the military tent. Zhuge Yixian temporarily put down his book and picked up a sword. Lightly and easily, he hung the head of that enemy army expert, who had intended to decide the victory with one stab, in front of the tent.

After his former companions left one by one, Zhuge Yixian almost never took action again. He seemed to be forever in Zhanghua Tai. Only the twelve star gods of the Yellow Path could still represent a part of his will and act in the human world.

It seems that many people have forgotten how martial and brave Zhuge Yixian once was.

And now, Miao Rulai has come to reappear.

"Tian Yuan flesh insects, evil knowing evil eyes—" Miao Rulai, wearing a mask, stares at the fleshy tentacle monster. His body shape almost rises simultaneously with the fleshy tentacle monster, becoming more majestic and powerful: "These things were already extinct in ancient times. You are indeed a wild ghost from that era!"

He is strengthening his understanding of the nameless one during the battle. The wounds he suffers, every attack he encounters, all provide him with more calculation resources. With this, he stirs the power of the stars and roars at the river of fate.

Suddenly, starlight is seen like a dragon, completely piercing the sky. Dozens of star dragons dance wildly, forming trigram bindings and shackles, instantly twisting, entangling, and binding this fleshy tentacle monster.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The fleshy tentacle monster roars endlessly, constantly growing more tentacles. Those tentacles whip the air madly, almost substantially stirring the rules here, as if to break out of the jar.

These tentacles, called "Tian Yuan flesh insects," twist one by one. At the end of the fleshy tentacles, eyes gradually open again!

The eyes on this monster's body light up one by one, making it look like a multi-branched candlestick.

Xu San, who escaped to the edge of the door, only feels that the air has become heavy, and breathing is particularly difficult.

It seems that every point of light released from these "evil knowing evil eyes" weighs heavily on his heart.

It must be divine power. So many people are gathered here, constantly moving and fighting, and the guest room already seems very cramped. But with such a big open fight, there is actually still room, as if it is very spacious! Even this fleshy tentacle monster itself is already thousands of zhang tall and is still constantly swelling, but this small room seems to extend infinitely as well.

The space here has a sense of contradiction, and time, in his perception, has a strong conflict.

Worthy of being a transcend jar.

Xu San cannot understand all this. The more he thinks about it, the more chaotic he becomes. He constantly adds all kinds of seals to himself, although he knows it's useless—he saw earlier that coroner Wang and city king were also constantly adding all kinds of defenses to themselves and their lives. As a result, one was simply and neatly killed, and the other became the way he is now.

Speaking of which, among so many people in this room, he seems to be the only one who hasn't been descended upon.

Could it be fortune?

"Cannot let it continue to open its eyes!" Miao Rulai says urgently: "Evil knowing evil eyes have the ability to perceive the world. They can forcibly destroy the barrier of things, see through the fundamentals of things. Seeing is knowing, knowing is devouring, hence the name 'evil knowing'! Once the nameless one opens enough eyes in this form, it will unleash a power that no one can control here! This transcend jar will also be unable to contain it anymore!"

Just at this moment, the fleshy tentacle monster in front of him suddenly shakes.

That mountain-like ferocious body completely flips over and fiercely smashes onto the ground—

Looking again, it is Jiang Nanpeng, whose true name is "Huang Weizhen," standing under that huge evil body.

Like an ant standing beside an elephant.

But what is smashed onto the ground is that elephant.

Jiang Nanpeng holds a fleshy tentacle in his hand, and his palm grips an evil knowing evil eye. He says with extreme indifference: "Come—look at me. Know me. Devour me."

Let the evil knowing be!

Miao Rulai is also driven high into the sky by the tentacle that has already drilled into his chest and through his dao body.

Suddenly, a streak of sword rainbow sweeps over, simultaneously cutting off this tentacle in front of and behind Miao Rulai, leaving only a section, perfectly embedded in his body, instantly drowned by starlight.

The sword rainbow goes straight to the distant sky.

Qu Shoufu's head does not turn back. His body rides the sword, and the sword silk becomes a cage, densely embedded into the body of the fleshy tentacle monster.

From Miao Rulai's perspective, he only sees the thick tentacle section that was cut open in front of him—it was abnormally smooth the instant it was cut, like jelly. After seeing the wind, it instantly became full of bumps.

"This world always has so many so-called smart people. They think they understand everything and often point fingers—but what do you all understand!?" The fleshy tentacle monster lets out a roar: "Zhuge Yixian! Huang Weizhen! You all think you understand me very well! You only see a piece of clothing or a wisp of fallen hair, and you actually think this is history."

"I laugh." This monster laughs wildly, but the sound is actually sad: "I laugh at you all for mistaking error for truth, and for practicing error in the name of correctness!"

Jiang Nanpeng does not speak. He just grabs that fleshy tentacle and pulls the entire fleshy tentacle monster again, hanging it over and smashing it onto the ground.

This is the response.

The huge fleshy tentacle monster is like a rolling meatball.

And Lin Guangming, embedded in the middle of this body, drooping his head like a hanging prisoner, suddenly lifts his head, and his eyes open again, revealing a pair of vertical pupils! But these eyes are amber colored.

That is not a pure amber color, as if many, many colors are all melted together. It possesses abnormally complex power.

The evil knowing evil eyes at the tips of those flesh insect tentacles, after these eyes open, seem to establish contact with each other, echoing deeply.

The fleshy tentacle monster instantly stands firm with its tentacles. And there are sounds of whips howling, as if hundreds of top experts, each holding a whip, with different killing methods. They strangle Jiang Nanpeng, collide with Qu Shoufu, and pursue Miao Rulai.

"You can—"

Chen Kaixu, whose true name is 'Zuo Xiao', appears in front of Lin Guangming at this moment, delivering a straightforward punch, directly blasting Lin Guangming's face: "Say something specific, don't just talk about false and empty concepts like error and correctness!"

Lin Guangming's head explodes into a mist of blood.

But the pair of amber colored eyes remains suspended in its original place.

Surrounding these eyes, blood threads rapidly interweave, if they exist, if they don't. His head is just constructed like this.

Chen Kaixu then uses his horizontal palm as a knife, cutting this head in half.

Lin Guangming seems to have a kind of undead power. The two halves of his head stick together again.

Chen Kaixu gives another punch.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fight seems to fall into a strange stalemate—

Jiang Nanpeng constantly smashes the fleshy tentacle monster, Chen Kaixu constantly blasts Lin Guangming's head, Qu Shoufu's sword silk sinks into the monster's body like a stone into the sea, and he is still constantly cutting down sword silk...

"You used three hundred and sixty-five kinds of whip methods, some of which I recognize, some I can only guess. The time span ranges from ancient times to near ancient..."

Miao Rulai, heavily injured, still continuously analyzes the power of the fleshy tentacle monster.

"These killing methods are all very old, but they are also some not rare items. What are you still concealing? Are you afraid of exposing yourself?"

He stirs the starlight with one hand, using it as a thread to turn on the star disk on the dome. Without reservation, he displays the power of a star divination master, wanting to encompass everything about this fleshy tentacle monster under the starlight.

A beam of starlight descends from the sky, like a spear, constantly piercing the evil knowing evil eyes.

"But do you expose yourself and then die, or do you bring these secrets and die now?"

The most fatal point of the transcend jar is that it limits everyone's power.

It is limited within the shell of the descended body, and limited within the causal trap of transcending one's self.

Everyone being treated the same and suppressed is also, to a certain extent, the equality of all beings.

The power gap still exists, but that supreme level that transcends everything, once pressed down... then everything becomes concrete, and the absolute peak can also touch the one who is transcended!

So why did Jiang Wang bury the sword silk one by one?

He knows that he is not swinging his sword for no reason.

"Jiang Wang! Zuo Xiao! Zhuge Yixian! Huang Weizhen!"

Within the body of the fleshy tentacle monster, a thunderous roar of anger is sent out, each voice calling out a true name: "You will never know who I am!"

Lin Guangming's head pops out: "I will forever be impossible—"

This head is blasted apart.

It condenses again, and actually grins and laughs: "Impossible to say my name!"

Miao Rulai's dao body constantly overflows with blood mist. Because of overuse of power, this body is far unable to support it and is on the verge of collapse. He is constantly repairing it, maintaining it at a critical point where it is about to collapse but not yet, allowing him to attack the fleshy tentacle monster with his strongest offense.

"No need to know your name, only need you to die!"

Miao Rulai's body shape falls down, landing exactly on the altar to Yin Guan's left.

This green flame strange altar, it is not known when it has been completely covered with spirit patterns.

An old witch ascends the witch priest's altar.

Miao Rulai spreads his long hair, steps the Big Dipper pattern, and chants incantations: "God commands the heaven spirit, orders Chu Hengzhong. Taiyi hangs the world, the witch respects and orders death!"

Above the fleshy tentacle monster, a small bronze bell suddenly condenses.

Cloud qi is born on the outside of this bell, the walls are engraved with gods and spirits, the carvings explain the dao, and ancient rust swallows time.

Zhuge Yixian's exclusive killing method—Heaven Spirit Witch Command Taiyi Bell!

A single extremely ethereal ring.

Miao Rulai spits out a mouthful of fresh blood wildly.

That fleshy tentacle monster is still lying dead on the ground!

The countless sword silks buried in its body all protrude at once, cutting this huge evil body into pieces. They turn it into piles and piles of stacked rotten meat.

Chen Kaixu's palm knife chops down, and no head grows out again.

And Jiang Nanpeng just stands there quietly, quietly grabbing that tentacle—

Inside the body of the fleshy tentacle monster, countless kinds of power seem to collide, but they all cannot break through its skin, only tumbling inside the body, because they are all suppressed by Jiang Nanpeng!

Inside its abdomen, there is still a muffled thunder-like sound, only the sound is getting weaker and weaker: "You all don't know who I am. I still have a chance to come back... come back!"

"You have no chance." Miao Rulai says spitting blood: "I have already obtained enough information about you. When I contact Zhanghua Tai, I will set up a stele and engrave text for you, write your life, write your death into the ending of the stone carving."

He raises his hand and grabs the star map in the sky, completely covering the fleshy tentacle monster: "Remember, it was a Chu person who buried you."

"... Come back!" There is such a weak last sound from inside the body of the fleshy tentacle monster.

Vaguely, as if it didn't even ring up.

Gurgle gurgle gurgle...

This huge pile of corpses continuously makes bubbling sounds, then "pa," "pa," "pa," "pa," constantly breaking and constantly disappearing.

It's over!

Xu San breathes a sigh of relief, hiding the Heaven Spirit Called It Out Desire Sword, which slowly sinks down again... This time, he only feels that he is already soaked in sweat.

Miao Rulai slumps onto the altar at once, and with incomparable satisfaction, says weakly: "Thank you all, the nameless one has now received death! The great trouble in the South Domain has been removed! Especially, I want to thank—"

He pants, slowly elaborating on each person's merit, and suddenly raises his head: "Jiang Zhenjun, why are you looking at me like this?"

"I think the nameless one is not necessarily dead," Jiang Wang says.

Xu San suddenly tenses up again!

"Indeed, it can also be said like this!" Miao Rulai laughs: "Until I truly find out his name, bury him, and set up a stele and engrave characters for him, he cannot be considered completely dead—but rest assured, this old man has full confidence. This scheme is a great merit completed!"

"I am saying—" Jiang Wang says: "Maybe he is still alive here."

"Where did this thought come from?" Miao Rulai frowns, very puzzled: "We just killed him together."

Jiang Wang says: "I think the nameless one, as a transcendent existence, will not die this simply."

"You feel this is simple?" Miao Rulai sounds as if he heard something unbelievable, supporting his injured body, he says: "He was first startled out earlier years when Huai Gonggong swept the Fallen Immortal Forest, impacting transcendence, and had a great war with Emperor Shizong. After that, he was caught by the Mountain Sea Dao Lord the instant he returned, and has been consumed by nearly two years of transcend war. And then we, with the Immortal Palace in the Fallen Immortal Forest, found his true name, locked his identity, and then made the transcend jar, forcing him into the jar... Finally, it was we these people joining forces that forced out his identity and killed him."

"Jiang Zhenjun actually feels this is simple?" Miao Rulai is too unable to understand, to the point of being a little angry: "Do you feel that all the efforts we put in are still not worth mentioning?"

"Everyone is very effortful," Jiang Wang says calmly: "But not all efforts can harvest success. In short, I don't believe that the nameless one died just like this."

"This world does not change with your perception. Fact is fact." Miao Rulai looks at him deeply: "Okay, we should go back."

Jiang Wang still stands there motionlessly: "I affirmed at the beginning that the descending bodies in Guanlan Tianzi San are all existences that have already died before. And those people who are still alive in the normal present world time-space order are all themselves appearing here. This is the replica of all the clues from the star witch in Guanlan Tianzi San, and also the power of Senior Huang Weizhen, which makes all this become true."

He shakes his head: "But the nameless one's power confuses everyone's identity, making it pitch black inside the jar, and everyone has to grope forward in the dark. I also cannot confirm my view."

"I don't understand why you say this?" Miao Rulai frowns: "What influence does your view have on the result?"

Jiang Wang says to himself: "It was Tian Anping's death, and Yin Guan's death, that helped me confirm my view. Also Xu San, coroner Wang, I am very familiar with them, I know they really exist."

"Those who died in positive order time-space were occupied by outsiders, they are the main characters of this scheme game. While those who are still alive in positive order time-space are just a projection staying here, they are the supporting roles of this game, and also the game's background."

"I confirmed their names and identities one by one, I confirmed that they are all themselves."

"I think the city king should also be the city king."

His fingers hook, and a streak of sword rainbow that swept far away to who knows where, flies back again.

A section of tentacle falls down.

It is exactly the tentacle that he cut off that pierced Miao Rulai, and at that time the sword rainbow took away the section behind Miao Rulai!

This streak of sword rainbow flew almost infinitely within the transcend jar. It was Jiang Wang intentionally exploring the limit of the transcend jar. At the same time, he also borrowed the transcend jar itself to hide its action trajectory, until this moment, it returned with a thought.

The evil knowing evil eye at the tip of the tentacle originally reflected the life of the person named Jiang Wang. At this moment, within it, there is only a wisp of quietly burning... gold, red, and white three-colored flame.

Its name is Samadhi, realizing its true self.

Miao Rulai is very perplexed: "Why did you hide this section of tentacle... Wasn't the fight just now enough to prove that he is the nameless one?"

Jiang Wang says: "It only proves that monster has the nameless one's power."

Miao Rulai feels that this person is really stubborn: "But he didn't dare to give his true name!"

Jiang Wang says: "Many people have hardships that prevent them from exposing their identity. Especially a killer like this who lives in the shadows."

For example, if Chu Jiang Wang, whose identity has not yet been exposed, were here, could she say she is Lou Jiangyue?

Miao Rulai endures his temper: "This is the last person after we all gave our true names one by one. He has both the nameless one's power and the performance of the nameless one not daring to give his true name. If he is still not the nameless one, who else could he be?"

"Maybe it's you?" Jiang Wang looks at him: "Maybe it's me?"

Miao Rulai pants lightly on the altar: "Your unfounded words and improper behavior do make me suspect that you are the nameless one. But I believe my judgment. I confirm that you are Jiang Wang, and I also confirm that we have just killed the nameless one—so what are you doing?"

In his wise eyes, too many complex emotions flicker at this moment, even some chaos. He is really not too understanding. To the point that his cognition has produced conflict!

He looks at Chen Kaixu: "Huai Gonggong, Jiang Wang is a very smart person. Why is he repeatedly drilling into a dead end today? Could it be that he is being influenced by the nameless one? Help him see."

But Chen Kaixu does not move.

"Let me sort it out..." Zuo Xiao's attitude makes Miao Rulai more perplexed, even a little anxious and uneasy. He points a finger at Jiang Wang: "You say you affirm that the descending bodies in Guanlan Tianzi San are all existences that have already died before. This does indeed conform to the aesthetics of heavenly machinery in a certain sense."

"But this has one problem that cannot be explained—"

"Among the people in Guanlan Inn, only four died in positive order time-space." He gradually raises four fingers on his right hand: "Chen Kaixu, Jiang Nanpeng, Miao Rulai, Qu Shoufu."

"But there are five people who have been descended upon."

He then slowly counts out five fingers on his left hand: "Mountain Sea Dao Lord, the nameless one, Huai Gonggong, you Jiang Wang, and me, Zhuge Yixian."

Putting his two hands together, there is suddenly an obvious difference.

He seems relieved: "Your view is fundamentally contradictory!"

"Yes! I am also thinking," Jiang Wang looks at him: "Where is the problem?"

Miao Rulai smiles: "I really want to say, the problem is in your brain. But this time, I owe you a lot for your actions. Good Jiang Zhenjun, if there is anything, we can talk about it again when we go back. Even if you still have doubts, we must first thoroughly nail down the nameless one before we talk again. Allow me to go back, find out his name, and give you a complete account from beginning to end. Perhaps you will no longer doubt at that time."

"Yes," Jiang Wang slightly lowers his eyes: "I think, at that time, no one in this world will doubt."

Miao Rulai looks at Chen Kaixu again, then at Jiang Nanpeng, and finally looks back at Qu Shoufu: "You are all really too strange today—what do you mean?"

"Could it be, you all, are all the nameless one?"

He seems to have aged a lot in an instant, but then he strongly wipes away that weariness.

He sways and stands up on the altar: "If the situation is this bad... I will just fight like this. In the name of Zhuge Yixian, I—"

"You still, don't use the name of Zhuge Yixian again," Jiang Wang holds his sword and walks towards him.

"Why?" Miao Rulai is stunned: "What do you mean?"

At this time, a voice rings out, but it does not come from the mouth of any person in the room.

"Because—"

The fan window that Jiang Wang had closed early on when the scheme game began, suddenly pushes open at this moment.

In the strong wind and heavy rain, the arrogant Zhong Li Yan, with eagle eyes and a short beard, leads the serious Zhuge Zhuo, wearing a witch robe, who steps in under the light of the lightning.

Little Zhuge Zhuo raises his head, revealing a pair of eyes as deep and immeasurable as an abyss, and looks towards Miao Rulai: "If you are Zhuge Yixian, then I... who am I?"

Rumble rumble rumble!!

The startling thunder that had rolled for a long time outside the window finally explodes into the room.