Chapter 1895: 781, One thought, Life of All Things_2<div>
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Where there is a spark, there is hope.
Even if this me extinguishes, it can bring light to the living!
Light!<div>
Living beings!
From beginning to end, Han Muye was never refining mes just for the sake of refining mes.
What he sought was light!
The light that illuminates all things and nourishes living beings!
Where there is light, there is fire, there is light, there are living beings.
The divided clusters of mes began to pulsate.
It wasn’t that they possessed spirituality directly, but rather the spaces they illuminated vibrated continuously with the breath of life.
At this moment, the entire space within the Purple Sun Cauldron began to churn, swirling with endless joyous atmosphere.
“Life…”
Watching the throbbing mes, Zheng Yaoyang murmured softly.
The Frost Giant and Azure Dragon beside him could no longer afford to be sentimental.
The spatial power around the Frost Giant grew fiercer, his body seeming almost to melt.<div>
He couldn’t resist this kind of power.
The power of light.
As for the Azure Dragon, it was entwined with streaks of cyan-gray Flowing Light.
The various characteristic powers thatposed his body were sprouting anew.
His Azure Dragon body, impacted by the various characteristics that had solidified and were now rising anew, seemed about to copse.
In front of Han Muye, the divided mes had reached over a thousand blooms.
Then the next moment, they were ten thousand, a hundred thousand, hundreds of millions!
Living beings gathered, reproducing endlessly!
Not all of these mes burned brightly and continuously.
Many of them had barely divided before already bursting into nothingness.
“Life, death.”
“It turns out they are not rtive, not rtive…”<div>
Mystification shone in Zheng Yaoyang’s eyes.
He reced his physical body with a method of simting life, then pursued the path of immortality.
His theoretical foundation had always been that life and death are rtive, that life reces death.
Those powerhouses in the divine realm who gave up their physical bodies and fused their soul power into Puppet Fighters did so because they believed in the rtivity of life and death, believing their physical bodies would ultimately decay and continuously decline.
They had tried too, but that nearly immortal physical body was never perfect.
Therefore, they turned to Zheng Yaoyang, willing to be his experimental subjects.
They had seeded.
Zheng Yaoyang had seeded too.
It was perfect.
Apart from a period of weakness, a time of not being able to control power, everything was perfect.
This method of merging one’s soul into a Puppet Fighter in exchange for immortality had already been spread and propagated within the divine realm.
In the divine realm, powerhouses who could afford it, even if they had not switched bodies temporarily, would also prepare such a body for themselves.<div>
Zheng Yaoyang, looking at the scene of the mes being born and extinguished before him, felt a chill run through his body.
Even as a body conglomerated from me Power, he felt an icy cold.
If the powerhouses in the divine realm knew that life and death were not opposing, but rather a form of self-evolving existence that does not interfere with each other, what would those powerhouses do?
They would angrily destroy the Zheng Family.
They would go mad.
A Puppet Fighter body obtained at an immeasurable cost, would it be useless?
Or to say, does this expenditure not have a true effect?
“How can this be…”
“Impossible, impossible…”
Zheng Yaoyang stared intently at the mes in front of Han Muye, growling in a low voice.
His lifelong beliefs were copsing.
His body also felt like it was going to copse.<div>
He himself had given up his physical body to be a Puppet Fighter body!
Before Han Muye, streaks of me fell.
They were the mes from inside the Purple Sun Cauldron converging.
Each mended in Han Muye’s palm.
Before Han Muye, countless afterimages appeared.
He saw at the peak of the mountain, a Thunder Bandit striking down, then a me soaring up, this me burning for thousands of years incessantly, eventually solidifying into a spark.
He saw within a profound abyss, tendrils of dead qi and demonic qi entwined, and a green me igniting, stubbornly refusing to extinguish.
He saw a me led by mortals, burning through fields and forests, driving away wild beasts, creating a radiant heaven and earth.
He saw a me grasped by a cksmith, the mes flowing and refining all sorts of weapons, Dharma artifacts, spiritual weapons…
Life of All Things.
Life of All Things ends.
mes gathered, merging with the mes he had previously dispersed.<div>
Within the entire Purple Sun Cauldron, the mes came together, ultimately transforming into a figure in a long robe.
“Master!”
Zheng Yaoyang and Linghui Silver Moon both eximed in shock.
Who could the figure standing before them be, if not their master, Xu Ziyang?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
“No!” As Zheng Yaoyang’s body shook, he eximed in a low voice, “This body, it bears Master’s essence, this is, the power of fire transforming into the force of life, guiding the path of rebirth.”
His face filled with shock as he looked at Han Muye, fear evident in his eyes: “You, you, this is the Artifact Refining Forbidden Zone, how can life be refined here—”
Artifact Refining Forbidden Zone.
Refining weapons is refining weapons, not creating life.
Creating real life is something cultivators in this world cannot achieve.
Yet the body before them was clearly condensed entirely from fire as its foundation.
Such a feat should not be within the capabilities of cultivators.
“Thank you, Mr. Han.”
Xu Ziyang, who had opened his eyes, smiled and bowed to Han Muye.
A robust soul power surged once again within him.
This body, founded on the Golden Crow Divine me, not only could perfectly carry his strength of the soul but even allowed him to advance further.
Although he did not know where this further advancement would lead.
“This should be the promise given to you back then, right?”
Han Muye looked at Xu Ziyang before him and said softly, “The reward for guarding the Purple Sun Cauldron.”
That soul avatar on the Nine Mystic Peak of the Liantian Sect had refined seven treasures.
These seven treasures were definitely very useful for Han Muye.
Xu Ao was the guardian of this Purple Sun Cauldron.
“Actually, whether there’s a reward or not really doesn’t matter.” Xu Ziyang turned his head to look around at the heaven and earth, his face a mix of emotions.
“If it weren’t for the Purple Sun Cauldron’s protection, I wouldn’t have been able to survive.”
Purple Sun Cauldron.
Han Muye also looked up.
The world in front of him began to shake and tremble.
As if it were responding to him.
He spread his hands, and a me appeared in his palm.
Just like before: splitting, scattering, flickering, and extinguishing.
In the blink of an eye, ten thousand divine mes converged again in the Purple Sun Cauldron.
Golden Crow Divine me.
The genuine Golden Crow Divine me.
For Han Muye, who could turn the Golden Crow Divine mes into life, it was a simple task for him to create these mes which contained all the understood rules from the ten thousand Golden Crow Divine mes.
Of course, this is where the spatial power of the Purple Sun Cauldron truly shines.
Away from the space of the Purple Sun Cauldron, Han Muye stillcked the means to create Golden Crow Divine mes.
His cultivation abilities, his level in refining weapons, were not enough to truly create life.
The Purple Sun Cauldron was the ce to nurture and condense the Golden Crow Divine mes.
Or rather, to preserve the spark of life.
With the spark, there’s hope.
“You, you’re leaving me hope, aren’t you?” Han Muye murmured softly as he looked at the re-gathered Golden Crow Divine mes before him.
“Buzz”
The Purple Sun Cauldron vibrated, and Han Muye reached out and gently took hold of it.
In front of him, a series of phantoms emerged.
Eventually, these phantoms all merged into one scene.
A Golden Cauldron stood imposingly, stretching from heaven to earth, crossing countless worlds in the void, leaving behind myriad of mes.
These mes illuminated each of those worlds.
Among them was the Primordial Universe.
So it turns out that the origin of the Golden Crow n was like this.
Before Han Muye, a three-foot high Golden Cauldron gently floated.
“My gift, it’s satisfactory, isn’t it?”
A light chuckle echoed by Han Muye’s ear, then faded away.
It was that soul avatar seated atop Nine Mystic Peak.
The gift was indeed substantial.
With this Purple Sun Cauldron, Han Muye could now control the Power of Fire across the world.
This power was life and death.
One day, through the me Power, Han Muye could refine real life.
“Your gift, I ept it.”
The value of the Purple Sun Cauldron was secondary; the spark of life and hope it brought was what Han Muye truly valued.
Moreover, since the gift had been presented, Han Muye was confident in epting it.
Lifting his hand, the Golden Cauldron directly entered his divine spot.
The three soul imprints that were originally in the divine spot instantly scattered.
The other treasures also carefully distanced themselves, as if they were afraid of being devoured by the massive cauldron.
Having stored the cauldron, Han Muye turned around.
Before him stood Zheng Yaoyang, Linghui, and Silver Moon.
On the other side was the reborn Xu Ziyang.
“Honor the bet, acknowledge the loss; you know the rules of the Purple Sun Cauldron.”
“Your soul imprints have already merged with the Purple Sun Cauldron, life and death lie within a single thought from Mr. Han.”
Xu Ziyang addressed the three people before him indifferently.