Chapter 77: The Battle Across the Long River of History
One palm shocks the heavens, spanning millions of years of space-time, from the past to the present, with an overwhelming and mighty power that defies imagination, reversing space-time, transcending everything, suppressing the universe.
Lin Huang's eyes moved, nodding his head, "Good. Good. Good. Indeed, you are unparalleled in your overbearing manner, simply because you glanced at me once in the long river of history, even if it means traversing millions of years of space-time, you would still want to suppress and kill me. Truly, you are unmatched in your overbearing manner, exhausting all the elegance of our kind!"
Lin Huang let out a sigh, his tone was emotional, but his heart was as clear as ice, without any fluctuations in emotion. He threw out a punch, and the cycle of water, fire, wind, yin, and yang emerged, revolving endlessly, encompassing the universe.
Rumble rumble rumble
Two fists collided, shaking the heavens and earth. The entire Astral God battlefield suddenly collapsed, countless geniuses were instantly slaughtered by the shattered void, their flesh and blood souls sacrificed, transformed into a figure, standing tall, appearing in front of Lin Huang's eyes.
This figure shrouded in the mist of history, can't be seen clearly, but Lin Huang knew that this was not a clone, but the true body of that person, just the true body of that person from a million years ago, is the Dao intent that was blasted out with a single palm, shattered the battlefield of the fallen gods, and then used the blood, flesh and souls of countless geniuses as sacrifices, crossed through time and space, walked out of the true body of a million years ago, to cross the long river of history, and suppress Lin Huang.
Such means, almost divine.
Lin Huang's battle intent surged greatly, but his heart was calm and tranquil, without sorrow or joy. He stretched out a hand to grab at the void, cutting through the air with a slash that severed the connection between the battlefield of fallen gods and that figure. His fingers snapped in succession, pulling out Tong Bao, Hao Renjie, and Yuan Tianzhan. With a flicker of movement, he helped Xun Qingcheng escape after wiping away the remaining bloodstains.
These few moves were as swift as lightning, and the action was not obvious, but in the eyes of Xu Qingcheng and others, Lin Huang's single-handed support for the sky, breaking through the void, all laws uninvaded, all calamities unpolished, all kinds of void air flows that could easily strangle them to death were suppressed by Lin Huang with ease, and a path to life was forged in this doomsday destruction.
Taiyi Jin, Xuelinglong, Tianshou Hou, Hongren Yi and others also took the opportunity to escape and were not killed on the battlefield of the fallen gods.
That figure was cold and emotionless, with a wave of his hand, he single-handedly supported the sky, struck the earth, shattered the heavens, and created all sorts of illusions. But Lin's icy silver eyes saw through his tricks, nodded slightly, "Interesting, is this what they mean by 'dreams come true'?"
A long whistle, Lin Huang threw out six divine fists, the long fist was horizontal and vertical, tearing through the void, shattering all living things, the heavens, the sky, and the earth.
"A great dream for several thousand autumns, what year is it tonight?"
That figure burst out laughing, his long fist stirring up a storm, the battlefield of fallen gods behind him completely collapsing, turning into boundless spiritual energy that rose to the sky and infused itself onto his body.
Another palm strike, a burst of radiance, shining like the sun and moon together, with stars twinkling in all directions. All living beings prostrate themselves before the arrival of the divine kingdom, possessing supreme authority and the ultimate law.
The throne is supreme, a god stands upright, shining through the ages. With one palm, it conveys the truth of the supreme divine, reversing the rules and playing with reality. In an instant, there is the power to transform reality into a dream world.
Lin Huang's expression didn't change, he let out a long sigh and said, "A great dream that has lasted for thousands of autumns?! Dreams are ultimately just dreams! They aren't reality! Let me tell you what is real!"
Lin Huang treaded on the void, taking three steps forward. With each step, a lotus flower bloomed beneath his feet. The ground surged with golden lotuses, as if divine spirits had descended upon the world. With one punch, he killed, "This land is real!"
One punch shook the divine country, and the gods were even more enraged, distorting everything, suppressing everything.
"This water is also real!"
Another punch, Lin Huang's face was solemn, the rules of water rippled, affecting the source of water in the surrounding three thousand worlds, a torrential flood descended, submerging the divine kingdom and destroying the divine spirits.
"I was unaware of being a guest in my own dream!"
That figure sighed, stretched out his hand, and with a single finger, the dazzling power of the rules was triggered, twisting Lin Huang's perception, turning reality into a dream, letting the floodwaters surge and engulf him, but unable to harm him in the slightest.
His eyes moved slightly, and he took another step forward. "Everything is an illusion, only power is real!"
"So this wind is real! This fire is also real!"
Lin Hu laughed loudly, unleashing a gust of wind and fire, stirring up the rules, annihilating everything. Various divine winds descended, and various divine fires blazed, blowing and burning, instantly enveloping that figure in an instant.
"All worldly things are but dreams and illusions."
That figure emerged from the wind and flames with an expressionless face, saying calmly, "Life is a dream, death is also a dream."
With a single point, Lin Huang's crisis erupted, one word decided life and death, affecting the unknowable rules of the underworld, to determine Lin Huang's life or death.
Lin Huang shook his head and pointed out with a similar tone, "Life and death are just a cycle of reincarnation!"
Words become law, Lin Huang's divine body shattered and then reborn, experiencing a life-and-death crisis, his divine body became even stronger, with an internalized divine light that makes one's heart palpitate.
"All phenomena are empty and false."
That figure shook his head, and with a single finger, he distorted the rules, spoke out of law, and in an instant, he shook people's hearts. Lin Huang felt that his own existence was illusory, not real, and everything in this world was illusory. Only by awakening, following his way, could one find their true self and seek reality.
This is the way of becoming a god, profound and powerful, seeking reality through dreams. This is the way of cultivating truth, the supreme way.
Lin Huang suddenly seemed to have an epiphany, his icy silver eyes gazing out at nothing. What enemies were there? What starry skies? What self? All these things were mere illusions.
Lin's eyebrows furrowed, his icy silver eyes flashing, and he let out a loud shout, punching out with one fist. "I am real! My power is real! Your way is not my way!"
One punch shook the void, reenacting the cycle of earth, water, fire, wind, yin and yang. The six paths revolved, life and death intertwined, Lin Huang sat amidst it all, like a deity, radiating the six paths' aura, gazing coldly at that figure.
"Seeking reality through dreams. The way of cultivating truth is indeed extraordinary, unfortunately, unfortunately, different paths do not converge!"
Lin Huang let out a sigh, his heart not stirring up even half a ripple. He threw out a punch, performing the Water, Fire, Wind, and Yin-Yang techniques, and then another punch that executed the Six Paths of Reincarnation, life and death cycling endlessly.
This is Lin Huang's way, with six births, there are also six destructions.
When the earth, water, fire and wind are destroyed, it is the day he reopens the six paths, interprets the earth, water, fire and wind, yin and yang, and becomes a god. This is the most powerful path, but also the most difficult path.
Compared with seeking truth in dreams, the path of reality is even more vast and difficult.
The battle between the two is not just a struggle for life and death, nor a contest of strength, but also a dispute over the way.
Lin Ao seemed to have gained some insight, this was the first time he had taken a step forward in his battle with Da Sheng. He felt deeply moved and also made Lin Ao realize that the path of guarding the way in the second part of Treading on God would be extremely difficult.
That figure gazed at Lin Huang's path, with some insight, but soon shook his head. The way is irreversible, and it is impossible to distort Lin Huang's Dao mind. If so, then destroy Lin Huang's divine body and erase Lin Huang's soul.
My way is unique; this is what saints and sages contend over, without end or death.
The two men's battle became earth-shattering and intense, unmatched. Both had reached the pinnacle of power, with their divine bodies fully formed, controlling the rules with every move. They slaughtered heaven and earth, each exchange having the power to destroy the world and collapse stars.
The war shook heaven and earth, fortunately it was in the extraterritorial starry sky, if it were in any world, it would not take a few battles to destroy a world.
Two people's fists and palms intersected, and they didn't know how many moves they had exchanged.
Lin Huang suddenly sighed and took a step back, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. The figure also stumbled backwards, one hand broken.
"You are ultimately not real." Lin Huang sighed, somewhat regretful, looking at his own hands. The figure's face was expressionless, and its body began to collapse.
Having traversed the long river of history for millions of years to arrive at the present, this figure's ability to endure for so long has already inspired fear. Wanting to continue on, yet unable to escape the power of the long river of history.
