My Simulated Road to Immortality-Chapter 2377 - 1768: Cicada Concealed

"Zhen Shi Yin, Fake Yu Cun! Each of you owes this old man a life!"

In Zhang Fan’s hesitation, the endless mighty Zi Qi was unexpectedly completely consumed.

Without the protection of the Zi Qi, this Eternal World once again plunged into turmoil.

"What a pity, just a little bit short." Fake Yu Cun sighed softly.

As the creator of this world, he vaguely sensed that a supreme and profound Taoist Technique was about to be conceived here. It was just the final step away.

But the difference of a single step could mean worlds apart.

"If it could truly be born, the engraving would be completed. With this mark, my Eternal Void World would also give rise to its own True and False Changes, allowing it to escape the Endless Samsara. Either way, destined to die." In contemplation, Fake Yu Cun made up his mind.

"I’ll fight for a little more time for you. Whether it succeeds..."

Before finishing the words, Silver Radiance burst forth, shooting beyond the Heavens.

Although the Eternal World seemed to stabilize once more, Zhen Shi Yin and Zhang Fan knew that its foundation was lost.

It wouldn’t be long before it was completely ruined.

"True and False Changes, returning to the True God."

"And I, as the Heavenly Destiny Child and avatar, will also return..."

"To his body."

"This is the so-called inescapable Destiny."

Zhang Fan already vaguely understood the reason why he could never land that last stroke.

"It turns out that the True and False Changes, even he has not entirely comprehended. As an avatar, naturally one cannot surpass the original."

Zhang Fan suddenly felt somewhat relieved.

Then he had a thought: "So, does that mean my understanding of the True and False Changes is no longer below my original? How is that possible?"

In Zhang Fan’s longstanding view, his original body, as the mastermind behind everything, must have reached an unimaginable level of power, perhaps capable of wrestling with the True God.

Though he never gave up on demanding an explanation, he never dared to underestimate his original.

Unexpectedly, he was astonished to find out that after a lifetime of arduous cultivation, he could now stand shoulder to shoulder with him?

This was a thought Zhang Fan had never entertained before.

Never once dared to think.

In that moment of realization, an uncontrollable ambition began to grow in his heart.

"Which is true and which is false, who is the master and who is the fragment."

"Still unknown!"

"And... one last chance!"

Zhang Fan knew, his original must be waiting for him beyond the Eternal World.

After this shatters, before returning to the True God, he must absorb himself first.

"But that is precisely where my only chance of survival lies!"

Thinking of this, looking at the nearly completed painting in front of him and Zhen Shi Yin, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Fan’s eyes.

"Please lend me your head, senior!"

The brush for depicting the True and False Painting inexplicably appeared and quietly descended.

It heavily pointed at Zhen Shi Yin.

Zhen Shi Yin’s face showed a trace of bewilderment, not understanding why Zhang Fan would undergo such drastic change in an instant.

"You may yet have a chance to return, but I may not."

"Please, senior, fulfill my request!"

Zhang Fan saw that under his true pen stroke, Zhen Shi Yin could still barely survive, only trembling slightly, and was inwardly taken aback.

He did not impose the stroke heavily again, instead, a flash of Radiance, transmitting all his insights to the other party.

Zhen Shi Yin’s gaze lifted from Zhang Fan and looked beyond the Eternal Void World.

No one knew what he thought of, but he truly gave up on resisting.

His figure dimmed, the light gradually receded, finally transforming into a small white dot of death silence.

Slowly falling into Zhang Fan’s palm.

Zhang Fan paused in silence for a moment, solemnly bowing in the direction of Zhen Shi Yin’s fall as a salute.

Then without hesitation, he swallowed the small white dot of death silence.

Though, for Zhen Shi Yin, falling was not true death. But to sacrifice a lifetime, just to give Zhang Fan a sliver of fighting chance, was a kindness as deep as a mountain.

Zhang Fan seized the last moments, carefully savoring the taste of the death silence brilliance Zhen Shi Yin left behind.

"Death is but a façade."

"The True and False Dao, though invisible and unknowable to Senior Zhen Shi Yin, he tried to trace and allude to the True and False Creation with the imagery of life and death."

"The result was like a blind man feeling an elephant, capturing only a part, yet there was indeed a taste of true and false in it."

"A great supplement!"

As if a flash of Spirit Light, Zhang Fan fervently wrote, adding half a stroke to the True and False Painting.

Then looked again at this Eternal Void World.

He could sense that Fake Yu Cun had already fallen.

As Fake Yu Cun had previously said, though this realm could exist independently of the Mountain Sea, ultimately it was merely void and its foundation entirely built on Fake Yu Cun’s cultivation base.

Facing the might of the True God’s descent, there was no resistance at all.

No longer trembling, it was about to directly and completely collapse.

Zhang Fan landed his stroke, extinguishing it just before this world perished.

"The living are ruled by the void, outside of the false."

A flash of silver-white Radiance, reminiscent of the light on Fake Yu Cun, flashed across Zhang Fan’s eyes. He finished the last half stroke on the True and False Painting.

"Not seeking to completely deconstruct the True and False Changes, only seeking..."

"To surpass you!"

Left eye silver gray, right eye pale white.

Simultaneously in his Spirit Consciousness appeared countless God creation Guests like Fishing, Life Cutting, Breaking Formation, Wangji, Miracle Luck, Paper Folding.

"This is the fuel, igniting the fire of true and false!"

The True and False Painting, painted by his own hand, was instantly set ablaze. Transformed into a blazing fire that only he could see.

The Eternal Void World was no more, and Zhang Fan fell into the finale of the Returning to God.

Even though he had deduced it countless times in his Spirit Consciousness, when he truly found himself within, there was still a moment of disorientation.

What terrifying Apocalypse.

Living Beings no more, Mountain Sea no more. Dao Yan no more, Void Realm no more.

Only a wisp of Starlight, like the single eye of a God, hung high above.

Like the rising sun in the east, the sky glowing with crimson, soaring and emerging. Ready to devour everything.

Except for the oncoming God.

Only two figures remained, like duckweed in the wind, still struggling to hold on.

One body, one origin, original self.

"Still not coming back?"

The original’s voice was cold, like an elder in the tribe reprimanding a junior.

Zhang Fan only felt himself unconsciously drifting toward the other.

The force of attraction was even stronger than the Returning God.

At that moment, Zhang Fan perceived that he seemed completely out of place with the mighty Returning God flood around him.

Only with the original ahead did he vaguely resonate.

"Is this what you rely on?"

Zhang Fan sneered inwardly.

"The avatar returns to the original, it seems it should be so."

"But today, I will tell you..."

"In this world, there’s no such thing as what should be!"

A glint of determination flashed in Zhang Fan’s eyes.

Not only did he give up resisting the original’s pull, he even accelerated towards it.

Just as he was about to return to the original, a blaze of true and false fire erupted from inside him, bursting forth.

"Foolish!"

"True and False Creation, how could it harm me?"

Facing Zhang Fan’s counterattack, the original was unmoved.

Chanting softly: "When the true becomes false, the false is also true!"

In an instant, the flames burning fiercely moments before were extinguished and disappeared.