My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 565 - 551: Forty-Nine Patterns of Heaven, One Lost by Man
Fu Qingjun swept through the entire primordial universe.
This mausoleum was demolished inch by inch, thoroughly inspected, and with the final checks here, there was completely no place left to hide.
Although the opponent faked death multiple times in a nested manner, this time he was undoubtedly dead.
Although Fu Qingjun was almost certain he was dead, he prudently swept the place again, inch by inch, re-inspecting the grand tomb of the universe.
"He is indeed dead."
Finally, Fu Qingjun breathed a deep sigh of relief, stopped and looked up at the sky,
Then he bowed his head, gazing at the barren black wasteland.
He had to admit, he was destroying some precious historical relics, the painstaking efforts of the entire Era Cosmos over countless billions of years, all reduced to nothing.
"Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil."
Fu Qingjun turned and left. The entire universe had returned to chaos, equating to him personally destroying the world.
There was no way to hide in this universe, no one could survive.
Crack!
With the rules of immortality fully integrated, Fu Qingjun faintly felt a change in his body.
All the forty-nine cosmic seat rules he mastered, 99.5% suddenly and slowly jumped upward.
100%
This was the true Great Perfection.
The rules of immortality and creation, both twin rules, representing the soul and body of the universe respectively, both secretly enabling interception.
Due to the interception of the Immortal Venerable, the immortality rules Fu Qingjun acquired later were incomplete.
Now, with the other small half of the immortality rules returned, he finally achieved the universe’s Great Completeness, Great Perfection!
The Celestial Venerable’s seat was thoroughly 100%
He felt like a huge vase, filling the last missing piece, becoming completely complete.
A completely omnipotent body.
Fu Qingjun’s eyes suddenly fixed, his terrifying aura once again soared, reaching a qualitative transformation, and he suddenly remarked:
"The cost this time was great, but this harvest can fully compensate for it, and a significant threat has been eliminated!"
Fu Qingjun began organizing the gains from this battle, secretly analyzing the results from the attack on the Immortal Venerable,
He had become completely whole.
The conceptual aspect of Celestial, all forty-nine seats, was under his control.
Yet at the moment Fu Qingjun became completely whole, an inexplicable pull, a premonition,
He sensed some deeper kind of incompletion.
While he might have been akin to a vase made of countless fragments, now that the vase was entirely assembled complete, he discovered a natural lack in it.
The bottle mouth was missing!
He faintly felt one rule was still missing.
"The universe is so wondrous?"
Fu Qingjun suddenly murmured, "There is actually a fiftieth seat, across the vast river of the universe, yet no one realized it existed?"
If he hadn’t fully completed the rules, he wouldn’t have detected it either.
"This rule does not belong to life, space, or time, but perhaps is a fourth concept, an independent seat, hence no one detected it."
"This rule is probably the zeroth seat."
"It too governs the operation of the universe’s fundamental rules. It’s the concept of concepts, the pinnacle of concept rules!"
"It must be uncontrollable. No one can grasp its power."
"It operates on its own, obtained in a manner entirely different, which is why historically, no one could discover its existence."
How many great minds and heroes are there in history?
It’s not that no one questioned other seats, nor was there a lack of research.
If this seat could be controlled, grasped, someone would have mastered it long ago.
Even if someone acquired this seat, no one could detect it, because it is the zeroth concept outside the three major concepts, the ultimate in the unknown!
Fu Qingjun kept speculating and deducing, and in his mind emerged a terrifying conjecture, he finally realized who it was,
"The zeroth seat, the rule called: Grand Momentum."
At this moment, he began to recognize the true existence of Grand Momentum.
The entire universe’s mysterious framework, life, space, and time, all exist as seats, and "Grand Momentum" is no exception.
"So that’s how it is!"
"Ahahaha, so that’s how it is!!"
"The Dao is fifty, Heaven forks forty-nine, man escapes one."
Fu Qingjun’s expression revealed a hearty satisfaction, suddenly laughing heartily, "Forty-nine Celestial Venerables, master forty-nine ways, but no one can master that singularly elusive Grand Momentum seat!"
This Grand Momentum, no one can master, no one can intercept.
So even if Fu Qingjun wanted to obtain it, there was no way to begin.
"The descending target is probably characterized by ’youthful passion,’ ’extraordinary intelligence,’ and ’astounding adventure,’ the young heroes of the times, with the seat responsible for overturning the decaying forces hindering the universe’s development. It descends quietly, and leaves quietly."
Fu Qingjun had somewhat sensed it,
That is to say, it might have descended upon him,
Because at that time, he perfectly matched these characteristics,
Youthful passion,
Extraordinary intelligence,
Also, the legacy encounter of the Vortex Country,
Such a person, if not the protagonist, then who is??
So it came, and ultimately, he did have luck, rising with the Grand Momentum, wielding the universe’s bestowed sword to scythe through decay!
After all, it is only natural, as the universe is so ruthlessly real, without momentum and opportunity, no matter how extraordinary one is, they cannot rise.
But Fu Qingjun’s decay was faster than imagined,
He hadn’t yet overthrown the decaying ancient beings while contributing to the universe’s development, and he began to decay, so it quietly left.
He recalled a certain time when he felt lost,
As though something precious had suddenly been lost, it must have been when his seat departed.
It was painful.
Fu Qingjun suddenly felt somewhat uncomfortable,
"This seat’s capability should be abundantly prosperous fortune."
"But it is not as mysterious as it sounds, not every person it descends upon is necessarily a protagonist. It only descends upon the hero who fits the role, allowing that hero to act as a specially designated universe white blood cell, clearing away the viruses within itself, overturning the ruling class of the old era that obstructs the development of new generation beings and monopolistic capitalists."
"This hero is not destined to win, if the decaying rulers kill him, if he fails, Grand Momentum quietly leaves and descends upon another fitting character."
"In this manner, endlessly recycling."
"The essence of Grand Momentum, at its root, is a self-protective evolutionary mechanism of the universe’s mother body, like the immune system of a living organism."
However, while it seems inconspicuous without substantial abilities, unlike life, time, or space, which have exaggeratedly extraordinary abilities, it is inherently the most extraordinary ability.
Grand Momentum.
Also known in legends as the ’Dao.’
Invisible and intangible.
But those who flow with it are born, those who resist it perish.
All generations of Celestial Venerables deeply venerate it, the stronger they are, the more they fear the next great cosmic catastrophe, and the subsequent reshuffling,
They relentlessly descend into rebirth, blending into the new heroic camp of Grand Momentum, and this is not a jest.
"Those who gain the Dao, receive more help, those who lose the Dao, receive less help."
