Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 226 When the Heavenly Thunder Descended from the Ninth Heaven

During the first reincarnation—

Zhu Wuyao: Write a book to make some money.

Ye Xiaozhou: Cut from the south of the city to the north.

The second cycle begins—

Zhu Wuyao: Let's have a fight.

Ye Xiaozhou: Why not make some money?

As it turns out, the diverse life at Feidu Lake truly is a paradise on earth.

Breaking the deadlock through bloodshed is absolutely unacceptable.

Moreover, as the number of reincarnations increases, the awakening time will be postponed, and once the opportunity for awakening has been used, the second reincarnation will not feel any incongruity.

Just like people who are caught in a dream, few people realize that they are dreaming.

If you don't want to be completely assimilated, you have to reduce the number of reincarnations; otherwise, the chances of regaining consciousness will gradually decrease.

"This is a bit troublesome."

Before Zhu Wuyao could even begin to feel a headache, Ye Xiaozhou had already realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Why are you in such a hurry to go out?" Zhu Wuyao asked.

"Of course, we're here to watch the show!"

Ye Xiaozhou became interested, propped his arm on the table, and said:

"You should have noticed it too, right? The Heavenly Dao has been operating with exceptional ferocity in recent years. Before that, although we divination cultivators couldn't change fate at will, we always had some roundabout ways to circumvent it."

"But in the past two years, everything has been determined by fate, and we have no control over anything!"

"I almost went to do it myself."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuyao realized that the unusual nature of the Heavenly Dao was not just her imagination.

It is a fact that actually exists.

she asked:

"What does this represent, and what's the excitement about it?"

Ye Xiaozhou laughed and said:

"Every 1,800 to 1,000 years, the human race will usher in a period of great fortune. There will always be people who are born in response to this opportunity, who will rise to prominence and make rapid progress in their cultivation, and who will have the potential to reach the Divine Transformation Realm."

Then, she looked at Zhu Wuyao, who seemed to be carefully examining something, and said thoughtfully:

"Hmm... just like you?"

“You’ve only been practicing for a year or two, yet you’ve already reached the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.”

Zhu Wuyao touched his chin, "Similar" and "is" are not the same thing.

She felt that the phrase "born in response to the times" had nothing to do with her. Even if she had some extraordinary encounters, they should be considered perks for transmigrators.

Why can't it be you?

Upon hearing this question, Ye Xiaozhou shook his head and said:

"It can't be me. If I were to reach that position, I would be struck by lightning every day."

"It seems like it's time to learn some lightning avoidance techniques..."

At this point, Ye Xiaozhou suddenly remembered something and said:

"By the way, I always arrive a little earlier than you in each reincarnation. There's a prophecy in the City of Winged Bounds: 'When heavenly thunder falls from the ninth heaven...'"

"and then?"

"Gone!"

Gone?

What kind of prophecy is this?

Why is there only the first half of the sentence? What will happen after the heavenly thunder falls from the ninth heaven? Will Lake Feidu flow again? Will all living beings be freed from the cycle of reincarnation? Or will the world end?

"Wait a minute, in this panorama of humanity, has there never been a thunderstorm?"

Zhu Wuyao seemed somewhat bewildered.

"It rained, but nothing happened." Ye Xiaozhou was also a little confused.

"Where did this prophecy come from? Have you found out?"

"You know what, even though I've lost my memory, it might be my divination instincts acting up. After hearing this prophecy, I took it to heart and actually went to inquire about it."

"The results of it?"

"Guess what, no one knows where it came from, it's like a rumor started out of nowhere, it just spread out of nowhere."

...So the result was no result?

Zhu Wuyao thought for a while, and considering the characteristics of all living beings, he came up with a guess—

You pour a ladle of water, I pour a ladle of water, and the consciousness of all living beings constitutes this vast ocean.

However, if someone's ladle of water is unique enough and plentiful enough to infiltrate the consciousness of all beings, it will be like a drop of red ink in a glass of water.

He single-handedly changed the underlying nature of all living beings.

In other words, perhaps someone's obsession is strong enough that he or she hopes for a thunderbolt to fall from the heavens.

This obsession is so powerful that it can affect every single person in the world.

Zhu Wuyao suddenly frowned.

Having reincarnated countless times without ceasing, and even becoming an indelible mark on the faces of all beings, this person must possess extremely strong spiritual consciousness.

An enemy? Is it a friend?

How can one make lightning fall from the heavens?

I wonder if building a giant lightning rod to attract lightning would even work...

After I explained my speculation to Ye Xiaozhou, she also seemed thoughtful. She said:

"In other words, if our consciousness is strong enough, we can also etch our obsessions into the images of all living beings?"

Zhu Wuyao laughed at these words, and she said:

"You are in the late Foundation Establishment stage, I am in the middle Foundation Establishment stage, and among this diverse group of people, there may be a few Nascent Soul stage demons."

"Our little obsessions may not be able to make all beings the same; on the contrary, it is very likely that we will be made the same by all beings."

"but……"

Upon hearing the word "however," Ye Xiaozhou looked up, waiting for Zhu Wuyao's follow-up.

Zhu Wuyao didn't keep them in suspense. She took out the travelogues from her luggage, placed them on the table, and said:

"The combined efforts of the two of us may not be enough, but if all beings in the universe share the same obsession, and these thoughts surge like a river, perhaps we can contend with it."

Ye Xiaozhou casually picked up the top book.

She opened the book and saw that it said—

"On another land, there lives a race whose appearance is completely different from ours. Their eyes bulge outwards, with black pupils filling their entire eye sockets."

"Its head was very large, but its body was exceptionally slender and thin, and its skin was grayish-brown with some bluish-gray tinges."

"They call themselves Martians."

"The Martians' flying artifacts are very different from the flying swords and flying boats in cultivation. They ride on round, bowl-shaped artifacts, which are like inverted saucers and are called flying saucers. They have the ability to fly and escape into the ground."

"Furthermore, they did not stand on the flying saucer while flying, but sat inside it. When they landed, a mysterious blue beam of light appeared, probably because they were afraid of being ambushed and had set up a magic array."

"They have little interaction with foreign tribes, have formed their own kingdom, and often talk nonsense, such as saying that this world is just a star, and that they also came from the stars in the sky."

"It is estimated that he only married close relatives, hence the family history of mental illness, which is why he talks nonsense and has an grotesque appearance."

……

Ye Xiaozhou watched in amazement.

Zhu Wuyao recalled the incident with particular embarrassment.

This is outrageous! Her memories, placed within the worldview of the cultivation realm, have resulted in such a bizarre product of their fusion.

No wonder it's incompatible.

Ye Xiaozhou almost couldn't stop reading. With great difficulty, he put down the book, looked up, and asked:

"You must be exhausted. I never imagined that someone who writes books would have so many chaotic thoughts in their mind. Are you really alright?"

"Cough... I read too many miscellaneous books when I was a child. Writing storybooks requires accumulating a lot of stories, and they are not all my own ideas."

Ye Xiaozhou's eyes widened, and he said with a face full of surprise:

So, are there really Martians in the world?

...Okay, now there's one more person who believes in extraterrestrial life.