My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 238 225: I Will Open the Divine Path for All Living Beings

Mayan Civilization.
Countless Mayans watched the battle in the sky between Emperor Liana and Emperor Hongqi, feeling chills all over their bodies and praying in their hearts that the two Mayan deities would not fall.
"Fourth realm Great Perfection..."
"We have revived from prehistory to now and finally reached such a degree."
...
Many Mayan beings felt a deep sense of pride from within.
Emperor Liana and others joined forces to create their own technique.
The Immortal Dao tribe, with special souls, has flexible souls in every inch, enabling them to compress the Golden Core and refine the Nascent Soul.
The Xirang tribe, with special bodies, has flesh that can split and possess self-awareness, allowing a single strand of hair to become a clone.
"The Shushan Mahe lineage, the sea of consciousness of the fourth realm, cultivates the Infinite True Martial Sutra!"
"They divide the soul into five parts, all in the brain, while the Shushan Mahe lineage divides the soul into 8.4 billion parts, distributed in every particle of the body."
"Our tribe's greatest feature is that each body particle can store consciousness, and by condensing a Celestial Palace in the 8.4 billion particles of the human body, we naturally achieve immortality, rebirth from a drop of blood!"
In the distance, Ziying spoke earnestly.
This is the best plan, unimaginable,
and it's the only technique that might surpass the other side's millions of years of foundation!
Bailong, with his deep knowledge, can naturally create similarly complex Immortal Dao, deducing hundreds to thousands of divine powers to complement each other, but they?
They could only rely on themselves.
So, hurried into action, they chose the most "ingenious yet unrefined" way, using their species' traits to create the simplest and most primitive sea of consciousness and Celestial Palace, constructing more than 8 billion Celestial Palaces.
Winning by numbers.
No need for foundation, taking the simplest path, proving the Dao with strength, avoiding the flashy paths.
"These two methods are simply two extremes," Tang Meng sighed, "one compresses the soul's Celestial Palace to 'one', the other splits the soul's Celestial Palace to the maximum!"
"One is the limit of number, the other is the limit of quality."
Ziying spoke calmly, "The opposition of the poles is precisely like the cosmic yin and yang... just like Dao and Buddha, Dao cultivators know who I am, Buddha cultivators know I am he."
The crowd was shaken.
The confrontation of the dualities was incredibly mysterious and awe-inspiring.
...
The battlefield in the sky completely collapsed.
With the joining of Liana and others, they also unleashed the power of the fifth realm, absorbing the surrounding matter and condensing space.
"You have already done your best."
Liana and others stepped forward, letting those young generations cultivated by grand sorcerers, who suffered countless casualties, step back, joining forces to block the Immortal Dao traitor, the Earth Immortal Ancestor.
Boom!
The whole world seemed to collapse.
The scene in the sky had already surpassed everyone's imagination limit in the current world.
A true myth revival.
Everyone looked up, it was no longer a battle of mere mortals, but a war of true myths on this planet.
"It turns out, we are not here to save Emperor Liana... but the Immortal Ancestor. His fall tens of thousands of years ago was the beginning of the entire apocalypse era." Professor Naxika tightly held onto the building beside her, gazing up at the sky battle.
This was the true history...
Naxika clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.
She could not imagine what kind of tragic future it would be, but the fall of this heroic figure, the Immortal Ancestor, was indeed the greatest loss in the history of civilization.
Boom!
Bailong was engaged in a fierce fight with those three.
The earth was collapsing heavily, but he was in a state of disadvantage.
After all, he was already too old, and the consumption of deducing the Immortal Dao foundation was too great, to fight against three vigorous, equally powerful anomalies at the same level, his strength enduring until now was extremely fortunate.
"White Emperor, you still have the leisure to be distracted," a hideous shadow said.
Speaking with a body covered in severe injuries and blood, yet showing no concern.
All three understood that regardless, as long as they killed Bailong, even if it cost them their lives, everything would be worth it.
Bailong remained serene, in the center of the triangle formed by the three, calmly speaking:
"With the exploration during this period and battling several of the same realm, I have finally comprehended some possibilities of the sixth realm, once again speaking the Dao to all beings."
"You!!"
The hideous shadow was furious.
This one was distracted even while fighting them...
Even to the point that in Bailong's eyes, everything was still within his sermon scope, and combating them was meant to showcase the possibilities of the fifth realm.
However, the two beside held him back.
The Immortal Ancestor paved the era, a vague reverence was hidden within their hearts, and at this exhausting, deducing moment, it was rather favorable, so his life force even more waned, heightening the possibility of killing him...
"You three can also listen, education is not class-restricted."
Bailong remained composed, like a dragon crouching or a tiger laying, exuding vast pressure, sitting in the sky, "Our inherited memory has no sixth realm... Today, the time is brief, unable to establish the specific breakthrough method of the sixth realm, but I can illuminate a road with a beacon, speculating and directing the sixth realm."
The three stared at Bailong.
Just after breaking the fifth realm, already thinking about the sixth realm...
Does this man have nothing else in his mind?
In an instant, they didn't know what to do...
They now truly realized that this stubborn man before them, from the beginning, never intended to win against them and return alive, but to exhaust the last potential of his body, to peek at the sixth realm during the breakthrough of the fifth realm's unity between Heaven and Man...
They suddenly fell silent.
Even the most foolish wouldn't do this.
Suddenly thought of a possibility:
He knew he was doomed! But how did he know he was doomed?
Only possible because, through those future civilizations, he knew the future...
Just like that galloping figure, loudly proclaiming outside their palace: "Those future civilizations are coming to change history! To change the tragedy of our Mists winning."
It turns out,
We truly wronged Moruo?
He sincerely sided with us?
In other words, we are destined to win... then the Immortal Ancestor will die.
They were startled, looking at the man seated above, continuing to lecture. At this moment, they did not feel a strong joy at winning or that this powerful man no longer had fighting spirit, but rather sensed a kind of inexplicable bitterness, as if trapped in the cage of destiny, unable to help themselves...
Destiny?
Is destiny truly inevitable?
They are the Divine Blood descendants.
Like several drops of blood falling from a deity's remnant body, transforming into beings across the world, to save themselves... as if mere flies grown on a deity's remnant, pitiful in the skin flakes, with a destiny predetermined from the start, living only to resurrect ancient deities and demons throughout their lives.
Cough, cough.
Bailong sat on the ground, his hair white as silver, continuously coughing up blood, ignoring the surrounding trio, speaking clearly to the world:
"Always, my inherited memory was indeed contradictory, for multiverse simply does not exist, only multiple civilizations."
"What does this mean?"
"If the universe is singular, how can civilizations have a way to inhabit other multiverses, forming multiple civilizations?"
Celestial Emperor Bailong, his hair disheveled, suddenly sat on the ground, writing and drawing against the sky as a canvas, the sky filled with doodles of various texts and images.
"In the end, what is real, what is false?"
"From what origin do we come to life, where do we go in death?"
"Can time truly be traversed? Is the essence of the world spirit or matter? Is the world knowable or unknowable?"
"Are we perhaps... a dream of another being?"
"Knowing oneself, but are we truly ourselves? Rather than a mere dream of an existing entity?"
He seemed to have seen something, showing a pure, clear, innocent smile, yet mixed with a complicated, fervent, and sincere expression, "However, with the condensation of space, I have thoroughly understood, there is no real multiverse in the world."
"The world is a single universe."
His voice gradually rose, "Yet there exists parallel cosmos civilizations, what is a parallel Earth?"
He pointed to his brain, "It is the brain space of a sixth realm omnipresent being..."
Everyone trembled.
Finding it inconceivable, a parallel universe, inside the brain of a sixth realm being?