ragginovel Chapter 1773 Cicada Hidden
Chapter 1773 Cicada Hidden
Chapter 1773 Cicada Hidden
"The true one has vanished, the false one remains! You two each owe me a life!"
While Zhang Fan hesitated, the boundless and vast purple aura was completely consumed.
Without the protection of the purple aura, this eternal world once again fell into turmoil.
"What a pity, just a little short." Jia Yucun sighed softly.
As the creator of this world, he vaguely sensed that some supreme and profound Daoist technique was about to be conceived here. Only one final step remained.
But a single step can make all the difference.
"If I can truly be born, the mark will be complete. With this mark, my eternal void world will also give birth to its own true and false transformation, thus escaping the endless cycle of reincarnation. Either way, I will die." As Jia Yucun pondered, he had already made up his mind.
"I'll try to buy you a little more time. Will it work out...?"
Before he could finish speaking, the silver light surged and shot out into the sky.
Although the Eternal World seemed to have stabilized again, Zhen Shiyin and Zhang Fan knew that its foundation had been lost.
It won't be long before they completely fall apart.
"The distinction between truth and falsehood will eventually return to the true God."
"And I, the chosen one, this avatar, will also return..."
"His body."
"This is what is called an inescapable fate."
Zhang Fan had a vague idea of why he could never finish the last stroke.
"It turns out that even he didn't fully understand the difference between truth and falsehood. As an avatar, he naturally cannot surpass the original body."
Zhang Fan immediately felt relieved.
Then a thought struck him: "So, my understanding of the transformation between truth and falsehood is already on par with my original self? How is that possible?"
In Zhang Fan's mind, his true self, as the mastermind behind everything, must have reached an unbelievable level of strength, perhaps even capable of going toe-to-toe with a true god.
Although he never gave up the idea of getting an explanation from him, he never dared to underestimate him.
Unexpectedly, he now finds himself in awe that his lifetime of arduous cultivation has enabled him to be on par with him.
This was an idea Zhang Fan had never had before.
I never imagined it, I dared not imagine it.
In that instant of insight, an uncontrollable ambition begins to grow in one's heart.
"What is true and what is false, who controls and who decides?"
"It remains to be seen!"
"There's still... one last chance!"
Zhang Fan knew that the true body must be waiting for him outside this eternal world.
When this place is shattered, before returning to the true god, he will first absorb himself.
But that is precisely my only chance of survival!
Thinking of this, and looking at the nearly completed painting and the True Departure before him, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes.
"Please lend me your head, senior!"
The brush that paints the picture of truth and falsehood appears inexplicably and falls silently.
The main focus is on the true disappearance of the hidden body.
A look of astonishment appeared on Zhen Shiyin's face. He didn't understand why Zhang Fan had changed so drastically in the blink of an eye.
"You have a chance to start over, but I may not."
"Please grant my request, senior!"
Seeing that Zhen Shi was hidden beneath the ink of his own calligraphy, yet still managed to survive, though his body trembled slightly, Zhang Fan was secretly alarmed.
Instead of imposing further pressure, he flashed a light and transmitted all the insights he had just gained to the other party.
Zhen Shiyin's gaze left Zhang Fan and looked beyond the Eternal Void World.
I don't know what came to mind, but they actually gave up resisting.
Its form dimmed, its light gradually faded, and it finally turned into a lifeless white dot.
It slowly fell into Zhang Fan's palm.
Zhang Fan remained silent for a moment, then bowed respectfully towards the spot where Zhen Shiyin had fallen.
Without hesitation, he swallowed the lifeless white dot.
Although for Zhen Shiyin, falling was not true death, sacrificing his entire life just to give Zhang Fan a sliver of a chance to win was already an immense debt of gratitude.
Zhang Fan seized the last moments, savoring the taste of the deathly radiance left behind by the True Departure.
"Death is merely a facade."
"The true and false Dao are invisible and unknowable to the True and False Daoist Master Zhen Shiyin. However, he attempted to use the imagery of life and death to represent the true and false creation."
"The result was like the blind men touching an elephant, only seeing a small part of it. But, it did indeed have a certain degree of truth and falsehood."
"Very nourishing!"
As if struck by a flash of inspiration, Zhang Fan quickly added another half stroke to the painting, one on top of the other.
Then look at this eternal void world.
He could sense that the fake Yu Cun had already perished.
As Jia Yucun had said before, although this realm could exist independently of mountains and seas, it was ultimately just a void, and its foundation was entirely built upon Jia Yucun's cultivation.
Faced with the might of a true god descending to earth, there was no way to resist.
It was no longer a tremor, but an imminent and complete collapse.
Zhang Fan put down his pen, extinguishing this world before it was destroyed.
"The living are governed by emptiness, and are outside of illusion."
A fleeting silvery-white light, strikingly similar to that on the fake Yu Cun's body, flashed in his eyes. Zhang Fan finished the last half of the painting on the scroll, one of the real and fake.
"Not seeking to completely deconstruct the transformation between truth and falsehood, but only seeking..."
"I will surpass you!"
The left eye is silver-gray, and the right eye is pale.
At the same time, images of becoming a god-like figure, such as fishing, killing, breaking formations, forgetting scheming, having a stroke of luck, and folding paper, appeared in his mind.
"This is firewood; it will ignite both real and false fires!"
The painting, a masterpiece created by his own hand, was instantly reduced to ashes, turning into a raging fire that only he could see.
The eternal void world is no more, and Zhang Fan has fallen into the final stage of returning to the gods.
Even though he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind, he was still momentarily lost in thought when he was actually in the situation.
What a terrifying end-of-the-world scene this is.
Living beings are gone, mountains and seas are gone. The Dao is annihilated, the illusory realm is gone.
Only a sliver of starlight, like a god's single eye, hangs high above.
Like the rising sun, its crimson glow overflows, bursting forth and about to engulf everything.
Apart from the God who is about to descend.
Only two figures remained, like duckweed in the wind, still struggling to hold on.
They are of one origin and share the same source; they are the original essence.
"Come back now!"
The voice of the deity was cold and indifferent, like an elder in a clan reprimanding a junior.
Zhang Fan felt himself drifting uncontrollably toward the other person.
Its power to attract and bind people is even stronger than that of those who submit to God.
At this moment, Zhang Fan realized that he seemed out of place with the vast torrent of returning gods around him.
Only by subtly aligning with the original self in front of him.
Is this what you rely on?
Zhang Fan sneered inwardly.
"The clone returns to the original body; it seems that this is how it should be."
"But today, I'm going to tell you..."
"Nothing in this world is ever a given!"
A resolute glint flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes.
Not only did it abandon its resistance to the attraction of the main body, it even accelerated its rush towards it.
Just as it was about to return to its original form, a ball of true and false flames blazed and burst forth from within its body.
"Fool!"
"What can true or false destiny do to harm me?"
Faced with Zhang Fan's counterattack, the original body remained completely unmoved.
He murmured to himself, "When the truth is taken for falsehood, the falsehood becomes truth!"
The raging fire, which was still burning fiercely just moments before, was extinguished and disappeared in an instant.
It's as if it never existed.
The true self's cold voice rang out: "Is this all you rely on? You actually dare to try to overthrow me and take my place by using the true and false Great Daos..."
Before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly changed.
Because around Zhang Fan, it seemed as if blurry figures were appearing.
True disappearance, false existence, old fisherman, Xuanyuan Hong, slaying the master of fate, breaking the formation...
They seemed like independent individuals, yet also as if they were conceived from Zhang Fan.
"Haven't you always wanted me to submit?"
"In this life, I have comprehended many great principles of mountains and seas, and have also thoroughly understood the foundations of many who have become gods. My understanding of the true and false great principles is now even greater than yours!"
"But I am willing to give you everything, let us become one!"
Zhang Fan's eyes were filled with madness. As the real and false flames were extinguished, his body collided with the real body.
Like two water droplets merging, instantly becoming one.
but……
One after another, the figures of those who had become gods appeared within the scene, their spirits lingering and never fading away.
"It really is! It really is!"
The starlight from overhead grew even more intense.
The vessel of the true and false paths drifted uncontrollably toward the single, high-hanging eye.
The voice was ferocious, and it was really screaming over and over again.
However, the presence of the illusory figure makes it difficult to activate the transformation between truth and falsehood.
Each time Zhen Huan was about to start, another faint voice would sound, interrupting his progress.
"Really!"
"not return."
"Really!"
"not return."
……
The phantom of the God-Chengke is not actually a group of God-Chengke who have already perished.
Rather, it was an anchor that Zhang Fan used to distinguish himself from the original.
Only those who become divine beings amidst the constant resetting of mountains and seas can retain some vague memories.
In this life, through his interactions with the group of people who had become gods, Zhang Fan confirmed that his original self had never had any contact with them during previous reincarnations.
All the possibilities of mountains and seas, the paths he has walked, the things he has experienced—the true self may have experienced them all.
The only exception is the various types of people who become gods.
Therefore, it can be used to distinguish him, Zhang Fan, from the original.
Upon closer inspection, the two drops of water have merged.
But the later addition of that drop imparted certain unique qualities, allowing it to exist independently for the time being.
Without a doubt, given the main body's control over the clone, this unique ability cannot last long.
A clone is, in the end, just a clone.
From the moment of its creation, it was destined to an inescapable fate.
Under normal circumstances, these phantom images of gods could at most prolong Zhang Fan's life for a short while.
Nothing can be changed at all.
but now……
In the midst of the end times, this fleeting opportunity is enough to turn everything around.
He was getting closer and closer to falling into the true god realm, yet Zhang Fan showed no intention of giving up his fight against him.
She had a strong desire to drag him down with her.
I finally lost all composure.
"Do you want to die?"
"Don't drag me down with you if you want to die!"
"As long as it can be real, there is still any possibility. But if one falls into the trap of becoming a true god, then there is no turning back, no chance of redemption!"
Anger, panic.
Zhang Fan witnessed all of the Venerable One's ugly behavior.
He simply replied coldly, "It's precisely because I don't want to die that I'm willing to risk my life!"
Starlight is scattered everywhere.
It was as if they had completely leaped into the world.
The high-hanging star now resembles a great sun, standing proudly alone.
Both Zhang Fan and the original body could clearly perceive that the difference between truth and falsehood attached to them was becoming increasingly thin.
There is always the possibility of them leaving completely.
"Madman! Madman! If this continues, we will all die!" the original body roared, breaking through its defenses.
"It really is true!"
Zhang Fan's eyes were burning with determination; even in the face of life and death, his mind became increasingly calm.
Realizing that the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived, Zhang Fan dispersed the image anchors of all the people who had become gods.
They no longer resisted the complete merging of the two.
This deity was overjoyed.
It was eager to completely devour Zhang Fan and then return to its original anchor point.
but……
The next moment, as if he had swallowed a pebble, the original body not only failed to digest Zhang Fan, but instead ended up with a mouthful of blood.
"How is this possible! How could you..."
Zhang Fan sneered: "Without the enhancement of the transformation between truth and falsehood, how much stronger can your so-called true self really be than me?"
"Let us have a fair fight."
"It will determine who is superior and who is inferior, and it will also decide who lives and who dies!"
After saying that, Zhang Fan pounced on the original body.
There is no Taoist magic, no supernatural power.
It was a bloody, pure battle of wills.
Two extremely similar, or even identical, divine souls are engaged in a life-or-death struggle for their own survival.
Never die.
At this moment, they seemed to have forgotten the end of the world and their impending doom.
They had no eyes for each other and were determined to settle the score.
At all costs.
The horrors were too great for outsiders to comprehend.
To outsiders, it seems like only a moment later.
But for the two in the arena, it felt like billions of years had passed.
"Damn it, fucking fucking, you fucking..."
The deity was on the verge of death, constantly cursing.
However, all he received in response was Zhang Fan's unrestrained, maniacal laughter.
The water droplet changed again.
The two are completely united.
In the end, I won.
Despite being extremely weak as the victor, Zhang Fan was not truly happy.
He devoured the original body with his clone, inheriting everything from the other.
But at that moment, he didn't have time to examine it closely.
The difference between the real and the fake remains on the body is now as subtle as a spider's thread.
The return of the true god is infinitely close.
"Fortunately, Heaven hasn't forsaken me!"
"The difference between truth and falsehood can be activated even if only an inch remains."
"It really is! It really is!"
Zhang Fan finally uttered the two words that the original body had called out countless times before.
There were no other thoughts obstructing it.
After a brief pause, the true and false paths descended upon this place.
The sky was filled with starlight, then suddenly dimmed.
It was as if an invisible giant hand had grasped the sun in the sky.
Then, with irresistible and immense force, it was dragged downwards step by step.
A strange scene appeared before Zhang Fan's eyes.
As if time had reversed, countless radiant stars slowly returned to the star.
The desolate darkness re-emerged.
That cold, deathly silence, compared to the divine radiance, was all the more reassuring.
This was far too dangerous.
The final arrival of the true god is only a hair's breadth away.
The process of erasing the impending true god and resetting the system actually took longer than all previous ones combined.
But in the end, they succeeded.
The tension that had been building in Zhang Fan's mind finally eased.
Breathe a long sigh of relief.
He gazed one last time at the fading figure of the true god, his spirit soaring: "I can defy fate and reclaim my true form. From now on, I can shatter stars and slay gods!"
"You just wait!"
As if sensing Zhang Fan's thoughts, at the last moment, the vanishing starlight suddenly burst forth again for a moment.
Then it disappeared without a trace.
A wave of darkness swept in, engulfing Zhang Fan's consciousness.