Capítulo 2194: Chapter 1665: All Saints Display Their Divine Techniques
Qiu Xinhui nodded: “Precisely the fragnts of Mountain Sea torn to shreds by Dao Yan.”
“The last evidence that Mountain Sea once existed.”
“Like sand and pebbles, dispersed in the darkness. Perhaps it is the Realm of Eternal Silence’s intention, as a testant to its own achievents. Or perhaps…”
“A threat to us, the last resisters.”
Qiu Xinhui smiled.
“Like the dead coral at the ocean’s bottom, continually battered onto the shore by rolling waves.”
“Among these occasional fragnts, though I stand at the end of Mountain Sea, I can witness the glorious scenes of its past.”
“In addition to…”
“The mories you bring from afar.”
Li Fan seed to understand.
The Mountain Sea Last Saint before him managed to weave his understanding of Mountain Sea with re scattered pieces from the past.
It’s truly hard to imagine what heights he might reach if he lived in the normal ti-space of Mountain Sea.
“However, you don’t seem to have attained sainthood through the Path of Imagination?”
In their previous standoff, it wasn’t only Li Fan being observed.
Li Fan also sensed so mysteries from Qiu Xinhui.
In this end of Mountain Sea, the Path of Imagination is everywhere. Yet it is not the foundation of Qiu Xinhui’s cultivation.
Qiu Xinhui did not deny this: “The thods of Imagination, while extraordinarily mysterious, cannot support the last piece of pure land in this Apocalypse where Mountain Sea is terribly weak.”
“If I attained sainthood solely through this, my existence might be preserved, but this place would have long ceased to exist, annihilated by Dao Yan.”
Qiu Xinhui did not outright explain which Dao Path he followed.
Yet Li Fan vaguely felt that this Mountain Sea Last Saint before him seed different from saints achieved through the Mountain Sea Path like him.
“The end of Mountain Sea, all rests upon oneself.”
“Consulting ancient fragnts, in despair, realizing the Divine Technique to save the world.”
“If not for this person leading the Mountain and Sea Walkers upstream, traversing the past and present, all strongn throughout the ti-space of Mountain Sea might still be fighting their own battles.”
Li Fan silently looked at the so-called end of Mountain Sea shrouded in darkness.
It’s different from the Mountain Sea he resides in.
There is no river of ti here anymore.
Only the last ‘dot’ remains.
No past, no future.
All events happen simultaneously within this one point.
Once Li Fan slowly adapted, nurous scenes erged naturally in front of him.
Those are the people like him, who ca here from various sections of Mountain Sea to support.
Compared to Li Fan, their circumstances are more miserable.
The vast majority beca utterly talentless waste upon arrival.
Though Qiu Xinhui helped them nd through the Path of Imagination, from this mont on, their state was fixed in the instant they arrived.
Moreover, the number of saints who successfully reached the end of Mountain Sea is pitiably small.
Including Li Fan, there are only five.
Together, they guard the last hope of the people.
Before Li Fan, a scene of Mountain Sea glimring with starlight floated in the void.
This is precisely the imaginary collection journeyed from the past Mountain Sea.
“How much control is there now?”
One figure pointed towards the Mountain Sea illusion before him.
In an instant, the external darkness seed to swirl. The Mountain Sea scene flickered briefly and then dimd.
This repeated a thousand tis in a single mont.
Yet never did the Mountain Sea light reignite.
“Still lacking sothing.” The figure sighed.
“No need to lose heart, everyone. The outco of Mountain Sea is already destined. Our desire to defy fate is naturally not easy. I’ve suspended the flow of ti, pegging it at the mont before destruction. As long as my power remains, there’ll be plenty of ti to accumulate more strength.”
Speaking was a white-haired sage.
It was he who created the anomaly of suspended ti now at the end of Mountain Sea.
“Imaginary material is actually sufficient. But when Mountain Sea completely revives in that mont, the devouring suction from the Realm of Eternal Silence, even united, we can hardly escape.” The ever-changing saint driving the Mountain Sea illusion spoke again.
This saint’s form is hard to see clearly, like existing in endless transformation without a fixed shape.
“If only there were more helpers.”
The scene fell silent.
Qiu Xinhui comforted: “Having the help of everyone is already a thousand blessings. After all, the end-plan of Mountain Sea is not as prudent as traveling to the beginning of Mountain Sea. For most people, the future is unknown. But what happened in the past is fixed and unchangeable.”
The white-haired sage stroked his beard and sighed: “This is indeed human nature, truly unavoidable. Even if the plan succeeds, where it ultimately returns is still an unknown number. Unlike the other plan, which even holds hope for pilfering Mountain Sea’s power, achieving sothing grander.”
Upon these words, all saints humd coldly.
Li Fan naturally understood what the white-haired sage ant.
If they truly stopped Mountain Sea from devouring gods at the origin of ti.
Then indeed, there might be an opportunity to seize the power of ‘God’ for oneself.
Just like Mountain Sea once did.
For the saints in Mountain Sea, the temptation is undoubtedly monuntal.
“Only regretfully, observing the river of ti’s tumultuous change, I still haven’t seen signs of success.”
The eyes of the white-haired sage seed to penetrate the barriers of the Realm of Eternal Silence, gazing at the ancient Mountain Sea.
He mocked aloud.
“Daoist, what are your thoughts?”
After all saints expressed their opinions, Qiu Xinhui looked at the quietly silent Li Fan.
The robe woven of the mysterious Tao worked hard to block the saints’ sights.
Li Fan pondered briefly, then spoke: “What I practice is the Path of Mystery.”
“Infusing the imaginary Mountain Sea with vitality,”
Li Fan said, with his hand like a brush, injecting strands of life into the Mountain Sea illusion before him.
The Mountain Sea’s light and shadow, infused with life, produced many changes naturally.
If previously it was a free-hand landscape painting, now it began to turn into a sowhat realistic ink painting.
“But it can only aid the imaginary Mountain Sea, supporting a while longer. The plan’s pivot still lies with everyone.” Li Fan apologized as he spoke.
“With your assistance, victory becos a bit more likely.” The constantly changing saint spoke once again of his deductions.
Although the Mountain Sea starlight is still unseen to reignite, he nevertheless said so.
“However, I have an idea, uncertain if it’s feasible.”
After a long silence, Li Fan suddenly spoke.
“Daoist, speak freely.” Qiu Xinhui nodded.
“In the Realm of Eternal Silence, that silent true spirit, perhaps it can be used as assistance?”
“Since help from the past is insufficient, we shall forge it ourselves.”
“Crossing through the void, I discovered there accumulated true spirit within, enough for sainthood…”
Upon hearing Li Fan’s words, all saints revealed surprise.
“Creating saints?”
Without directly refuting Li Fan’s plan, they cautiously inquired: “We may indeed absorb a tiny portion of the accumulated true spirit for personal use. But firstly, the true spirit originates from the void, impacting the mind. More critically, invoking a portion of the true spirit requires ten tis the power and cannot be sustained. Unless, Daoist, do you have a difference?”
Li Fan did not deny, but nodded confidently.
“Everyone, watch!”
Then, Li Fan gestured towards the dark void at the end of Mountain Sea.
Contrary to the transit crossing, a great happening occurred.
The end of Mountain Sea was like being at the infinite darkness’s bottom.
All previously swallowed true spirits accumulated by Mountain Sea were piled here.
With one gentle stir, it was as if heaven collapsed.
Already assailed by storm and rain, now there was the ferocious collision of an unknown beast.
All saints changed color and worked together to stabilize the situation.
When the storm subsided, all stared in shock at Li Fan’s hand.
There, though nothing could be visually seen.
Yet they could feel the presence of accumulated true spirit’s aura.
“How could this be?!”
The white-haired sage’s whiskers flared, incredulously staring at Li Fan.
In his ancient eyes, as if the river of ti reversed, seeking clarity on Li Fan’s origin.
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