Capítulo 2223: Chapter 1682: Secretly Observing the Mountain Sea’s Mystery

The Realm of Eternal Silence seemed to have sensed the reemergence of the Mountain Sea from annihilation.

Dark currents suddenly surged, causing the holy chains of All Saints to sway incessantly.

The Shadow of Mountain and Sea flickered uncertainly, like a candle in the wind, possibly extinguishing at any moment.

The bodies of All Saints stood firm, safeguarding the newborn illusion of the Mountain Sea like a dam.

In this stalemate, their respective thoughts had already dispersed to various parts of the Mountain Sea illusion.

This segment of the Mountain Sea, devoured by the Void Realm, had stretched uninterrupted for over fifty-eight thousand six hundred years.

Li Fan, because his original self was still on the Other Shore, only wandered with his differentiated consciousness at the edge of the illusion near the real Mountain Sea.

“Even though there is the protection of the holy chains, being within the Void Realm is indeed very different from the real Mountain Sea situation.”

“In the real Mountain Sea, countless possibilities coexist. But in this segment of illusion, the vast majority of possibilities have yet to recover. There are only a few possible paths that can be called the veins of the Mountain Sea.”

Even though it felt like being in an illusionary and unreal world where everything was so blurry and hard to distinguish concretely, Li Fan immediately identified one of the main veins.

It was none other than the Xuanhuang World he was more than familiar with, the primordial one!

Without hesitation, Li Fan’s consciousness teleported into it.

The illusion emitted a faint radiance, integrating his consciousness.

Li Fan invested his consciousness, seemingly turning into a state between illusion and reality.

…

Even if not a true Saint, mastering the Tao of Xuan Pin, the intensity of Li Fan’s consciousness was not much weaker than that of the Saints.

Therefore, merely spending a bit more time, his consciousness soon awakened.

He gently shook his head, dispelling the sense of unreality, attempting to fully integrate into the current possibility.

After a long time, the strange feeling of being out of sync with the surrounding world finally dissipated.

Li Fan began to check his own state.

“Because at this point in time, there is no existence of ‘me,’ I can only parasitize in the body of another.”

“Xuanhuang World, Shenmu Sect, Li Bufan. This name is quite interesting…”

“An era of great cultivation where sects stood tall, and the Immortal Road was yet unbroken.”

Li Fan’s gaze fell on the overhead Divine Tree, overshadowing the sky, whose shade covered more than three miles around.

“Not long ago, the Wild God Sect summoned twelve Desolate Gods to appear, causing tremors among the world’s sects.”

“Three of these Desolate Gods joined forces to attack, but were fortunately repelled by the Divine Tree.”

“However, the Divine Tree was injured as a result.”

“The Divine Tree is the entire foundation of the Shenmu Sect, affecting the sect’s future prosperity or decline.”

“The sect’s elders have tried every possible method to heal the injury of the Divine Tree. Among them, Elder Qu Changchu heard that the Reincarnation Sect had a Ten Thousand Years Pearl, potent in catalyzing time, so he went to request it.”

“But he only brought back a painting.”

“Though it temporarily alleviated the Divine Tree’s injury, it ultimately only treated the symptoms, not the root cause…”

Li Fan carefully reviewed all the memories in “Li Bufan’s” spirit consciousness, finding his expression subtly complex.

“This timeline, I’ve seen it before.”

In the core depths of the Rotten Stump Dojo, guided by the secret whispers left by Sun Piaomiao within the Bronze Cast Immortal Crane, Li Fan locked onto and glimpsed a represented timeline.

“In the 213th year of the Heavenly Net Era. It begins with Da Yuan offering sacrifices and ominous omens, and ends with Yong Chi’s defiance and Yanmao’s profound changes…”

“This is precisely the timeline I am in now.”

“It is also a vital vein of the Mountain Sea illusion, where the so-called Mountain Sea memory is condensed.”

“It seems Sun Piaomiao’s guidance was not without reason.”

Li Fan’s thoughts turned, slightly exercising his somewhat stiff body.

He recalled the prior instructions from the Saints on the Other Shore.

“To nurture the illusion of the Mountain Sea, from illusion to reality, self-generating, the most crucial thing is to let it proceed naturally. In other words, allow what was meant to happen, to continue along the historical vein.”

“Yet, because this segment of the Mountain Sea only exists in illusion, with the Void Realm on the outside watching closely, it’s necessary to compress the time for the key veins to sprout.”

“In short, it means facilitating a series of key events to occur earlier without altering the original course of history.”

“If one could employ the means of the Saints, it would undoubtedly be easy. However, the illusion of the Mountain Sea is truly too fragile. Saints, themselves being capable of being on par with the Mountain Sea, would, if detected intruding with external forces, likely provoke instant rejection, risking counterproductive effects.”

“More critically, once the illusion of the Mountain Sea discerns the distinguishing features between itself and these real saints from the external world, it will realize it is already in ‘annihilation.’ The truth maintained by all Saints would then instantly shatter like bubbles. Everything returns to the origin.”

“Need to toil again, linking from the previous Mountain Sea to the Saint’s Long Chain, resuming the act of catalyzing…”

These were all various lessons summarized by the Saints from the Other Shore during the previous connection with the Mountain Sea.

Though the conditions seemed quite stringent, for the performing Saints, all paragons of excellence above the Mountain Sea, it was merely a bit inconvenient.

“First, it’s necessary to clarify what the key memory of the Mountain Sea truly pertains to.”

“Though, it’s simple.”

Li Fan sat in meditation, communicating with his original self on the Other Shore.

The original self’s gaze locked onto the Mountain Sea illusion shrouded in darkness, focusing on the primordial, Xuanhuang realm.

Observing the situation after the current point in time.

The revival and dependence of the Mountain Sea illusion.

Even if somewhat blurry, it was distinct from other lights and shadows, recognizable at a glance.

“A figure descends from the Immortal World secretly to Xuanhuang, teleporting from the Mountain Sea Fishery to elsewhere.”

“The Divine Tree increasingly withers, arousing Ruo Mu’s covetousness, triggering a battle of unprecedented scale.”

“The Wild God Sect summons the Desolate Gods again, yet the Immortal World offers no response.”

“…”

“No, these are probably not the key.”

Suddenly, a thought stirred in Li Fan’s mind, his gaze penetrating through these peripheral sights to reach the true core within the Mountain Sea illusion.

The image was vague, a figure could vaguely be seen, suddenly awkwardly “falling out” of the void.

He glanced around, seemingly somewhat joyous.

He muttered a few words under his breath, then pinched his fingers to cast magic, concealing himself.

Within short blinks, the appearance of the individual became indistinguishable within the Mountain Sea memory.

Yet the Mountain Sea had altered due to their presence.

The Mountain Sea Fishery, initially gradually sealed off due to the lower realm’s shadow intruding, slowly reopened.

The War between the Divine Tree and Ruo Mu, initially evenly matched, however, as if blown by an invisible wind, the Divine Tree’s green leaves suddenly withered, putting it at a disadvantage.

The Outer World’s Dao Yan tides inexplicably influenced, changing direction. Lightly brushing against a corner of the Primordial Immortal Realm, large tracts of Immortal Domain were then erased. The Xuanhuang World and its many sects lost contact with the Upper World.

…

As if an invisible great hand was manipulating, changing the Mountain Sea centered around the Xuanhuang World. Each shift seemed to weave an invisible thread.

A densely woven Great Net was slowly forming.

The mysterious figure nodded slightly, sitting within the net.

As if waiting for something.

Who knows how long passed, when the figure suddenly raised its head.

Raising its hand high, grasping distantly upward.

The Mountain Sea, as if twisted within this moment!