Prologue, the destruction and beginning of an era

Boom

On the mountain peak, the middle-aged Taoist nodded in satisfaction, his expression having been listless for quite some time, as if this painting had drained too much of his vitality.

Moments later, a magnificent and colorful scroll appeared solemnly and majestically in the void. At the center of the scroll, a colossal figure of the "Daoist Master" was vividly depicted, as if it had come to life.

The practitioner delivered a heavy punch, causing the scroll in front of him to be sent flying with a loud bang. It floated and swayed, and after being shaken several dozen yards away, it suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blood light, automatically rolling up and transforming into a stream of light, disappearing into the boundless expanse of space

However, now everything has come to an end, the world is collapsing, and the scent of destruction is everywhere

At the forefront, a middle-aged Taoist priest, who appeared quite authoritative, suddenly turned around, gazing at several companions with a deep and pained expression

The Great Buddha shook His head, turned away, and behind Him, the endless Buddhist realm slowly closed, leaving only a faint echo in the void

Amitabha!

The dark sky was torn apart, and lightning as thick as an arm fell through the twisted gaps. Accompanying it was a fierce wind mixed with dense smoke, the acrid scent of brass, and the pungent odor of sulfur.

I attained enlightenment, and thus these eight principles can determine whether one can achieve liberation, all depending on the law of causation. Alas, sentient beings are blinded by ignorance and delusion, ultimately unable to discern the truth of this world

In silence, the "new world" born from the great cataclysm is bound to develop an entirely new trajectory. Faced with the unfamiliar characters in the scriptures, no matter how much effort they put in, for future generations, it can only be a source of lamentation!

However, how can the Daoist tradition be preserved and continued? The life of the next world must inevitably arise from the foundations of ignorance and unawareness, starting everything from zero. The scriptures we have written in the characters of this world, how will they come to understand them? And how will they inherit them?

Another middle-aged Taoist shouted

It is impossible; this world is destined for destruction

On the mountain peak, several individuals slowly raised their heads, gazing at the sky, where the battle was still ongoing

Upon finishing this sentence, the middle-aged Taoist suddenly bit his index finger, and with a single point, a resounding boom echoed as golden light burst forth in the void, radiating countless ripples.

Several individuals clenched their fists tightly, their hearts convulsing, wanting to do something but feeling powerless to struggle. In this war, their strength was indeed too weak.

In the nearly obliterated center of the world, a solitary mountain peak, measuring over ten miles in circumference, floats in the void. On the peak, several middle-aged Daoists with long white beards, wearing jade crowns, stand silently like towering mountains overlooking the abyss, each with a pale complexion and a sorrowful expression

Words are merely tools of thought; the truly powerful doctrine is something that can only be understood intuitively and cannot be conveyed through words. Since written language may vary greatly, let us depict the "scripture" as "painting".

In mid-air, thousands upon thousands of dimensions flicker in and out of existence, and countless powerful beings continuously emerge from these opened alternate spaces.

A corner of space slowly unfolds like a giant curtain, revealing the endless realm of Buddhas and their lands behind it. A pure white Buddha gazes down at the countless "ocean of scriptures" that continuously rise and vanish, proclaiming the Buddha's name, with an expression that conveys boundless compassion.

The Great Buddha pointed with a finger, creating ripples that instantly revealed eight scrolls of scriptures, each depicting a Buddha. As the eight scrolls were retracted, they similarly merged into the tide of scriptures, transforming into shooting stars and vanishing without a trace

Several individuals clenched their fists tightly, feeling utterly powerless in the face of a world on the brink of destruction

These fierce winds swirl across the land, emitting waves of mournful howls. Wherever they pass, heavy mountain peaks silently crumble, transforming into the finest particles and vanishing into thin air

Go ahead. From now on, no matter how many epochs or eras pass, as long as one obtains this scroll, whoever it may be shall be my disciple

The middle-aged Taoist leader pondered for a long time and finally made a decision that would impact countless eras and epochs in the future

one, two, three ... ...

Regardless of the next world, the world after that, or any number of worlds, as long as they are still human, as long as they possess sufficient talent, and as long as they can perceive the teachings we have left behind, then they will be able to grasp the essence within. Thus, no matter what great calamities occur, our lineage will never be severed

Are we really going to do nothing at all

After a long time, with a tremendous and earth-shattering roar, the world collapsed This marks the end of one era and the beginning of another

Medicine cannot save the dead, but Buddhism helps those with affinity

His gaze traversed the painting, a colossal divine form spanning the vast void, one hand pointing to the heavens and the other touching the earth, inexplicably emanating a grand essence of boundless transcendence and eternal immortality

The number of imitators is increasing, and behind the Daoist, thousands of scriptures slowly rise from the darkness, carrying the countless aspirations and dreams of the "Daoist Sovereigns," "Celestial Sovereigns," "Immortal Lords," "Star Emperors," and many other powerful figures of this era, soaring into the depths of space and literature

Yet no one faltered; Yakshas, Rakshasas, Asuras, Martial Saints, Martial Gods, Celestial Beings, Evil Gods, Demonic Races... countless super strong beings surged forward one after another, continuously leaping into the air, only to fall back down like raindrops, their severed limbs and broken arms scattered throughout the void

In this ancient world that has existed for hundreds of thousands of years, countless lives have thrived, numerous brilliant civilizations and powerful dynasties have existed, and thousands of super beings such as martial saints and martial gods have been born

... ...

Among them are ancient giants of immense strength, capable of shaking mountains and splitting peaks; there are towering beasts of the witch tribe, reaching hundreds of zhang, their white bones piled together; there are terrifying great demons with rib-like wings and six arms that can shatter the vacuum... All of these are endless and continuous

We are finished, ... this world is finished

However, the most terrifying sight is at the very top above the dark clouds, where enormous hands that block out the sun exude an aura of destruction, decay, or rot... or masculinity, antiquity, vastness, sanctity, or darkness, continuously crashing in from the depths of unknown time and space. With a gentle grasp, many living beings are reduced to flesh and mud, turning into powder.

Watching this scene, several middle-aged Taoists had blood-red eyes

"Unwilling! This is a war between gods and demons, why must our world be destroyed?"

As the light of the flowing stream rises, figures emerge without any lingering attachment, suddenly soaring up, with smiles on their faces, resolutely charging towards the depths of the battlefield in the sky

At higher altitudes, the intensity of the battle becomes increasingly fierce, with thousands of powerful consciousnesses that can change the color of heaven and earth continuously shooting out from the depths of the void, colliding with a thunderous roar. Each impact is earth-shattering, causing mountains to collapse and the ground to crack, triggering the annihilation of countless spacetime around them

... ...

Give it up

This is a truly brutal battlefield, where everything turns to ash and flesh becomes mud

The world will continually face destruction, yet upon the ruins of the old world, new life will invariably emerge, just as we did in the past. As long as our traditions can be passed down, this world cannot be deemed extinct

Boom

The rumbling sound reverberated deafeningly, echoing through the heavens and the earth

Fight! Only through battle can we achieve victory

Our fate has already been determined; whether we live or die is of no consequence. It has taken this world hundreds of thousands of years to develop to the level of civilization we possess. These powerful forces, the martial arts and philosophical traditions that have accumulated the efforts of countless individuals, should not be extinguished with our deaths. They must be passed down through generations

Everyone nodded; this was a shared wish in their hearts before the arrival of the apocalypse