We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

Xiao Mo raised his eyes, gazing at those great Dao fragments drifting down like flying snow from the sky.

They slowly drifted down from high above, finally converging upon that faintly visible illusory altar.

Under the formation’s continuous operation, not only was the life essence of the Ten Great Buddhist Temples’ Ascension realm abbots being extracted, they were even being used as spirit stones to maintain the formation’s operation. Their root bones also suffered varying degrees of damage.

Their originally Ascension realm cultivation had now dropped to the Immortal realm.

Moreover, because their root bones and meridians were damaged, they would likely find it difficult to step into the Ascension realm again in this lifetime.

All of this was within Xiao Mo’s calculations.

In Xiao Mo’s view, as long as his plan succeeded, from then on, no one’s realm could threaten Wangxin.

After about half the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, under the formation’s effect, the snow-white great Dao fragments gradually condensed, finally transforming into a page of pure white, flawless paper.

That paper surface was smooth as a mirror. Touching it felt like nothing, with not the slightest rough trace.

This paper was white in the purest and most complete way, as if everything in the world related to “white” began with it and ended with it.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, Xiao Mo took steps forward, walking through the air step by step.

Finally, he stopped before that white paper.

His right hand gripped the blade hilt tightly. His left hand slowly passed over the blade. His palm slid across the sharp edge, and fresh blood immediately stained the blade red.

He used the blade as brush and blood as ink, writing character after character of vermillion red on that white paper, stroke by stroke.

At the same time, that snow-white paper page bearing the great Dao’s meaning, along with the characters Xiao Mo wrote upon it, like a mirage, clearly manifested in the Western Region’s firmament.

Whether common people in the mortal world or cultivators, they all raised their heads and clearly saw every character on that “white paper.”

Everything seemed close at hand yet also seemed separated by vast distances.

They did not know what exactly had happened, but they could feel that the Western Region might change because of this white paper and every character upon it!

[Those who innocently kill mortal common people, those who cultivate evil techniques using others’ divine souls and flesh as nourishment—heaven and earth will not tolerate them.]

When Xiao Mo finished the last stroke, that great Dao snow paper suddenly trembled.

The great Dao snow paper seemed to struggle as it accepted everything Xiao Mo wrote, yet also seemed to fiercely reject this law forcibly imposed upon it.

Xiao Mo merely watched calmly, waiting for the result.

“Whoosh!”

Suddenly, the white paper violently rolled up, then exploded with a boom, transforming into countless fine luminous white snow fragments that slowly rose into the air.

Within these snow fragments all bore the laws Xiao Mo had written, gradually merging into the great Dao in the unseen realm.

“Rumble!”

The firmament resonated. Heaven and earth responded.

Thunder after thunder exploded from deep within the firmament.

Heavy dark clouds continuously condensed and churned.

Great dao inscriptions manifested and disappeared.

Day and night continuously alternated.

Winter snow and summer continuously rotated.

In merely the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the Western Region changed through countless days and nights, passing through countless four seasons.

Xiao Mo gripped the long blade in his hand tightly, gazing at the dramatic changes in the sky.

His eyes were calm as an abyss.

Xiao Mo was very clear that the heavenly dao rules he had just established using blood as ink were merely the first step.

This was like a minister writing his request on a memorial and then submitting it to the emperor.

As for whether this emperor would accept it, this was truly uncertain.

Therefore, when that great Dao snow paper bearing the rules Xiao Mo had established merged into heaven and earth’s laws, it very likely would be rejected by the great Dao itself.

The great Dao would naturally weigh the rules Xiao Mo established.

Perhaps it would entirely accept the rules Xiao Mo established.

Perhaps it would feel Xiao Mo’s rules were too excessive and completely reject them.

Perhaps it would accept part of the rules Xiao Mo established, then reduce the scope of these rules and their duration.

“Dong!”

“Dong!”

“Dong!”

Three profound bell tolls came from the firmament, shaking the clouds.

Heaven and earth returned to their original daytime and season, no longer changing.

The clouds in the firmament suddenly broke open. A giant axe shaped like a mountain manifested in the sky.

That giant axe was condensed from thunder. The axe body was engraved with obscure, ancient runes.

The moment this giant axe appeared, it had already locked onto Xiao Mo’s aura.

Xiao Mo had once seen similar records in an ancient text in Ten Thousand Dao Sect’s library.

This should be a giant axe transformed based on the legendary Heaven-Opening Axe as its prototype.

“It seems the great Dao is unwilling to accept my rules.”

Xiao Mo sighed lightly.

He could feel the great Dao’s killing intent toward him.

Even divine beings found it extremely difficult to arbitrarily establish laws, much less a cultivator like himself.

Perhaps the great Dao felt he was overestimating his abilities.

But what did that matter?

He did not care about such things.

If the great Dao would not accept it, then he would advance with blade in hand and kill until the great Dao accepted.

“Boom!”

Another shocking thunder exploded. That thunder giant axe cleaved straight down toward Xiao Mo’s head!

Xiao Mo swung “Ranmo” in his hand. The Blood Demon Sword Formula’s “Opening Heaven” blade strike swung out.

Dark red blade energy violently collided with the thunder-transformed giant axe.

Thunder light and blood-killing energy intertwined and burst forth.

A heaven-destroying earth-annihilating storm once again swept in all directions.

Except for Wangxin standing firm at the formation’s eye, the Ten Great Buddhist Temples’ abbots were all blown away by this spiritual power storm.

Whether Buddhist disciples or demonic sect cultivators, they could only form formations together to jointly resist but even so, quite a few cultivators standing at the very front had their bodies and spirits destroyed by the storm.

After Master Xu Jing forcibly stabilized his form, he immediately looked toward the center of the storm that had engulfed Xiao Mo. He could see nothing clearly, only seeing heavenly thunder continuously striking down from the clouds, directly targeting that figure in the storm’s center.

That figure continuously swung the long blade in his hand without the slightest retreat.

After half the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, this earth-shaking storm gradually subsided.

The dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed. The sky gradually cleared. Rays of sunlight shone down.

Immediately after, clear and mysterious dao rhyme immortal sounds, like ripples, spread to every corner of the Western Region.

At the same time, all cultivators at Foundation Building realm and above clearly heard Xiao Mo’s voice in their heart lakes: [Those who innocently kill mortal common people, those who cultivate evil techniques using others’ divine souls and flesh as nourishment—tribulations will be difficult to pass, heaven and earth will punish, continuing for six thousand years.]

Xu Jing and the others’ hearts seized in alarm.

They understood that the rules Xiao Mo had established had already been accepted by the great Dao.

From this moment forward, this rule merged into the great Dao’s laws would continue for a full six thousand years.

Six thousand years—

Setting aside how much vicissitudes the mortal world would experience during these six thousand years, in the cultivation world, during these six thousand years, countless cultivators would be born and perish.

Six thousand years was enough to set the tone for the Western Region.

Moreover, even after six thousand years when the great Dao’s restraints dissipated, the rules Xiao Mo established today would likely have already subtly become unspoken rules that Western Region cultivators kept in their hearts.

Thinking of this, Xu Jing and the others’ thoughts churned, complex beyond words.

They had never expected that this demonic path master who unified the Western Region would ultimately establish a rule for the Western Region.

And this rule, regardless, would bring at least six thousand years of stability to the Western Region.

From now on, mortal common people would no longer be slaughtered like grass and ants at anyone’s will.

The storm finally completely subsided.

Xiao Mo slowly stepped out from mid-air.

At this moment, there was almost not an inch of intact skin on his entire body.

His clothes were shattered. The long blade “Ranmo” in his hand had also broken into two sections.

Xiao Mo could no longer hear Ranmo’s voice.

To anyone’s view, the demonic blade Ranmo’s weapon spirit had dissipated. This immortal weapon had once again become a dead object but actually, this was not so.

In the final moment of fighting the great Dao just now, Xiao Mo had preserved one part of Ranmo’s origin, equivalent to leaving behind a seed.

If Ranmo could be reforged from the broken blade in the future, this “seed” would naturally gradually sprout and finally reawaken.

However, though it sounded simple, in reality, repairing an immortal weapon to its original state was even more difficult than forging a new immortal weapon but at least, this gave his comrade-in-arms who had fought alongside him a hope.

“Young Master—”

Seeing Xiao Mo in such a state, Sili’s eyes trembled lightly, her throat choking.

She did not care what laws Young Master had established, nor did she care how the Western Region’s future would be.

What she cared about had always been only Xiao Mo’s life or death.

And at this moment, she could clearly sense that Young Master’s life essence had weakened like a candle in the wind, even continuously flowing away… just like the Karma Blood Peak Master from years ago.

Xiao Mo walked step by step, slowly yet firmly, toward Wangxin.

Finally, he stopped before Wangxin.

Wangxin looked at Xiao Mo covered in blood. Her eyes trembled slightly. Her throat gently rolled. She wanted to say something but could not utter a single word.

“Do you remember what I once said to you?”

Xiao Mo gazed at her, the corners of his lips bearing a calm smile, his expression composed.

“I once said I would become this world’s greatest demon. And you.. would become this world’s only Buddha.”

“Xiao Mo, what exactly are you trying to do!”

Wangxin, who had been unable to move all along, stared at him in a daze.

Before Wangxin’s words fell, she suddenly discovered her body was not under her control.

Involuntarily, she raised her hand, reaching toward Xiao Mo.

And Xiao Mo gently placed the broken blade “Ranmo” in his hand into her palm.

The corners of Xiao Mo’s mouth curved into an arc. His voice was low yet clear: “Now, I am this world’s greatest demon. And to your Buddhist path, slaying demons is perfectly justified and right.”

He paused, his gaze like still deep water, “Kill me. All the Western Region’s cause and effect will end in your hands. And I will pave a great path to Buddhahood for you.”

“I don’t want to! I don’t want to!”

Wangxin desperately shook her head. Tears welled in her eyes, yet she could not control her hand gripping the broken blade.

At this moment, Xiao Mo no longer suppressed his Immortal realm cultivation and chose to undergo tribulation to enter Ascension.

Almost the instant he released his aura, the firmament suddenly tore open a gap.

A giant bow condensed from thunder opened in the clouds. The arrow tip was sharp, pointing directly at Xiao Mo.

“What kind of lightning tribulation is this?”

Everyone watching this scene felt like they were dreaming.

Though the vast majority had never seen an Immortal realm cultivator undergo tribulation to enter Ascension, Xiao Mo’s lightning tribulation at this moment seemed as if the great Dao itself was drawing the bow, as if to pierce him with one arrow.

However, regarding the lightning tribulation he was about to face, Xiao Mo did not even glance at it.

What Xiao Mo sought was not to undergo tribulation.

Whenever someone broke through to enter Ascension, the firmament would open a rift. For Immortal realm cultivators, that was the Heaven Ascending Gate.

The stronger the cultivator’s strength, the higher their talent, the larger this Heaven Ascending Gate became, and the higher the place it led to.

What Xiao Mo sought was merely to borrow his breakthrough to Ascension to open the heaven-reaching path, to open the Heaven Ascending Gate.

Then Xiao Mo would use this formation to transfer the heaven-reaching path he had opened to Wangxin.

Afterward, as long as Wangxin personally slew Xiao Mo, it would be equivalent to ending all the cause and effect in the Western Region over these years. This was tremendous merit.

Similarly, through this formation again, Xiao Mo would transfer the Western Region’s fortune condensed on himself to Wangxin.

The heaven-reaching path Xiao Mo opened with his Ascension realm, plus the merit from Wangxin killing Xiao Mo, plus Wangxin obtaining the Western Region’s fortune, plus Wangxin’s own Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart—

This heaven-reaching path would reach an inconceivable height.

As long as Wangxin could complete it, she very likely could achieve the Buddha realm!

Xiao Mo wanted to send Wangxin straight to the heights!

“Xiao Mo, let me go, don’t… I don’t want this!”

Wangxin gripped that section of broken blade “Ranmo.” Her entire arm trembled violently.

She desperately struggled, trying to regain control of her body, yet as if trapped in an invisible spider web, no matter how she resisted, it was futile.

Wangxin could only watch helplessly as the broken blade inched closer to Xiao Mo’s heart.

In the next moment, perhaps because Xiao Mo was too exhausted, or perhaps because Wangxin’s will was astonishing, Wangxin actually slightly broke free from Xiao Mo’s control. Her left hand reached out, tightly gripping her right wrist.

Watching Wangxin struggle, Xiao Mo said calmly, “Wangxin, do you remember what happened at that temple before? At that time, you and I made a bet. If you won, I would never drive you away. If you lost, you would agree to do one thing for me. Now, use the blade in your hand to kill me. This is what I want you to do!”

“No… Xiao Mo, I can’t, I can’t do it…”

Wangxin continuously shook her head. Her tears had already uncontrollably surged from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks.

“There’s nothing you cannot do,” Xiao Mo shook his head, watching the broken blade slowly approach his heart.

Just as the blade tip was about to touch his chest, Xiao Mo raised his head, staring directly at Wangxin. The Dao patterns in his eyes suddenly flowed.

Wangxin only felt her palm sink. Her wrist uncontrollably thrust forward forcefully.

The sensation of the sharp blade piercing flesh clearly spread through Wangxin’s fingertips.

When Wangxin came to her senses, “Ranmo” had deeply entered Xiao Mo’s chest.

Warm fresh blood flowed out along the broken blade, soaking her plain white right hand.

Wangxin stared blankly at the scene before her. Her mind went completely blank.

Xiao Mo fell forward, leaning on Wangxin’s shoulder. Warm fresh blood stained her monk’s robe. His weak breath stirred beside Wangxin’s ear.

“Killing one person isn’t difficult, is it?”

Xiao Mo said with a smile, his weak tone like ripples on lake water that had lingered for a long time and could dissipate at any moment.

“See, haven’t you done it?”