Chapter 1301: The Tenth Extreme!

08 Apr, 2025

Chapter 1301: The Tenth Extreme!

The path to comprehending the Tenth Extreme was destined to be difficult and filled with obstacles.

Even though Xu Qing had often pondered and had comprehended many times along the way, and even Young Master Mi Ming had once shown him his own comprehension …

However, all of this could only be used as a reference for Xu Qing and could not be directly chosen.

This was because his Constitutional Flower needed his own experiences as nourishment to bloom the law that belonged to him alone!

"This is the process of the Constitutional Birth Law…"

Xu Qing murmured. He raised his foot and did not land in midair.

He was thinking.

He was thinking about whether his preparations were completely sufficient.

"With the five elements as the foundation, time and space are superimposed to form space-time… Through this turbulence, I've confirmed that my space-time is incomplete, and I've comprehended right and wrong as one. Only then is space-time.

"At this point, the basic Space-Time Constitution will finally be complete.

"Next…

"If the complete space-time is seen as a point, then …"

Xu Qing raised his head and his foot landed.

The moment it touched the void, his Ninth Extreme that surpassed space-time turned into a Dao sound that reverberated in the space-time turbulence.

"Space Stacking Universe."

These four words seemed to have a strange magic power that led Xu Qing's mind and spread out continuously, making him feel as if he was about to touch the most profound and mysterious place in the universe.

In an instant, the void in front of him suddenly changed. It was as if he was infinitely rising at this moment, and at the same time, the space-time turbulence that he was originally in was infinitely shrinking.

In the end, space-time became a point in Xu Qing's perception.

This point contained all the information contained in Xu Qing's Space-Time Constitution.

And outside this point … in Xu Qing's perception, he suddenly sensed that more points were forming.

More and more, densely packed, and finally occupied his entire vision.

They formed countless flickering points of light.

Dense space-time power spread out from each point of light. Each of these points of light seemed to contain a world, a piece of space-time, and the trajectories of all living beings in that space-time.

They carried the joys and sorrows of countless people, intertwined with the different lives of everyone.

This was the Ninth Extreme that Xu Qing had once comprehended.

Space Stacking Universe!

However, before he reached the peak of the Quasi-Immortal realm, the power that he could use was limited. It was only after he reached the peak of the Quasi-Immortal realm that Xu Qing could use it to its greatest extent.

Thus, Xu Qing looked.

Within these dots of light, he saw countless versions of himself and countless different lives.

It was as if a different kind of painting was slowly unfolding before his eyes.

In one of the paintings, there was a scholar.

The scholar was dressed in a moon-white robe and had a silk headscarf on his head. He held an ancient scroll in his hand and was strolling in an elegant courtyard.

Flowers bloomed in the courtyard, and the fragrance of the flowers was faint. However, there was a touch of melancholy between the scholar's brows, as if he was thinking hard about the obscure principles in the book, or perhaps he was lamenting about his unrealized aspiration.

Occasionally, he would sit before the stone table and dip his brush in ink. His handwriting was delicate yet revealed tenacity, and it was as if every single stroke of his was writing his persistent pursuit of knowledge in this world.

However, he didn't know that at this moment, he was staring at him from outside space.

......

In another time and space, a chivalrous expert appeared.

He wore a conical bamboo hat and was dressed in black. A longsword hung from his waist, and the patterns on the scabbard were simple and mysterious.

At this moment, he was walking on the official road. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and every step he took carried a sense of freedom and heroism.

Along the way, bandits and bullies would occasionally block his way. This chivalrous expert only needed to draw his sword lightly. With a flash of the blade, those bandits fell to the ground.

Then, he sheathed his sword and continued on his way without stopping.

The setting sun in the sky stretched out his back in the dusky yellow.

It was as if there were endless stories behind him. Those were the gratitudes and grudges of the pugilistic world. It was a different kind of life written with passion and chivalry.

Until the sun set.

.....

Outside space, Xu Qing retracted his gaze.

In this silence, his eyes turned deep as he continued to stare at the other paintings.

It was as if he wanted to see through these paintings, see through the river of time and space, and understand the parallel patterns.

Thus, he saw the craftsmen, the officials, the butchers, the bandits, the children, and the elderly.

The myriad forms of life.

In another space-time, Xu Qing saw himself in the form of a doctor.

In a simple clinic, the doctor carefully took the pulse of the injured. At times, he frowned in thought, and at times, he comforted the patient.

A pair of deft hands skillfully fiddled with various medicinal herbs. He either brewed decoctions or ground medicinal powders, all for the sake of alleviating the pain of others.

Occasionally, he would walk out with a medicine box on his back, shuttling through the streets and alleys. With a gentle smile on his face, he was patient with every citizen who came to see him.

He used his medical skills to protect the health of everyone in this small world.

Although it was ordinary, it had extraordinary meaning.

......

One after another, one life after another.

There were similarities and differences between them.

It was as if the same seed under different nourishment would bloom into flowers that were both similar and different.

Xu Qing looked on quietly, and slowly, a look of understanding appeared in his eyes.

"The former me was wrong …"

"My constitution came from my understanding, and was also limited by my understanding."

"The former me, on this Ninth Extreme, was only obsessed with the path that belonged to cultivators in my understanding."

"Therefore, those space-times that I saw were all cultivators."

"It can even be said that they were all what I imagined myself to be. That kind of parallel is a pseudo-parallel."

"And the real parallel, the real overlapping of universes, is actually what I see after my space-time is complete and I use this turbulence to push away the fog …

The myriad forms of life. "

"Each life has its own unique taste, with its own joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. They all have their own trajectories …"

Xu Qing murmured.

This was his real Ninth Extreme, the parallel universe.

It was a grand picture formed by countless choices, countless possibilities, and countless opportunities.

"Unfortunately, I can't completely control it now."

Xu Qing closed his eyes and said softly.

"Seeing and doing are two steps. I now only have the qualification to see these countless parallel universes. As for interfering, there is not much I can do."

"Unless I use the way of the past, but that is a small path … It's like being blinded by a leaf."

"And seeing is a manifestation of walking into the constitution of the Great Dao."

Xu Qing was deep in thought.

"Then my Tenth Extreme, is from seeing to doing?"

Xu Qing pondered.

He still had some doubts that he had not completely figured out.

After a long time, Xu Qing opened his eyes.

"Doing seems to be within the scope of the Ninth Extreme. At most, it's half a step to the Tenth Extreme, not beyond …"

Xu Qing shook his head. There was a gap between this and the Tenth Extreme he was looking forward to.

So Xu Qing continued to stare at the pictures, looking at the different versions of himself in them.

He did not know how much time had passed.

Until, in one of the pictures, Xu Qing saw another version of himself.

He was a little special in that space-time.

He was a painter.

This artist had painted many paintings in his life. There were paintings of beautiful ladies, majestic mountains and rivers, and vivid and lifelike birds and beasts. He was even more famous for his works.

In his later years, for some reason, he burned all of his works, leaving only a blank piece of rice paper.

Then, he stared at the rice paper for a long time, raised the brush, and only drew one stroke on the blank paper.

When the tip of the brush stopped, Xu Qing, who was outside the space-time, looked at this scene and was shocked.

He whispered softly.

"Return to one."

"This is Return to One!"

"The Tenth Extreme is Return to One."

Xu Qing's eyes shone with an unprecedented light, and the fog in his mind instantly dissipated.

"Then the question now is … how to Return to One!"

Xu Qing looked at the pictures in front of him, at the countless versions of himself. He already had an answer in his heart as to how to Return to One.

"Let all versions of myself in the overlapping universes develop the thought of Return to One.

"Using this thought as a guide, like a line, connect all versions of myself in space-time!

"In this way, I can gather all the thoughts of Return to One and form a Return to One in all the parallel universes!

"As for how to do it …"

Xu Qing narrowed his eyes. He knew that the biggest obstacle in front of him was the incomplete Ninth Extreme.

Although he could see the Ninth Extreme, he could not completely control it.

"I can only interfere with a small part of it."

If he could only interfere with a small part of it, it would be too difficult to make all versions of himself in space-time understand the thought of Return to One.

On the one hand, there were too many space-time dimensions, and on the other hand, there were too many forms of life. The different selves would produce too many distracting thoughts, making it impossible to unify them.

This required complete control over the power of parallel universes.

Xu Qing's eyes flashed.

"Actually, there's a trick …"

"The God of Pain …"

Xu Qing suddenly raised his hand and took out the coffin of the God of Pain, which he had suppressed, from the Immortal Palace within his Immortal Embryo.

The moment he placed it in front of him, the surroundings rippled. Xu Qing raised his right hand and pressed it against the coffin without hesitation.

As the coffin trembled, Xu Qing's consciousness entered it in a tyrannical manner.

It filled the body of the god in the coffin who was already at the end of his life.

He took over it to a certain extent.

After doing this, Xu Qing's eyes shone with a strange light.

His plan was to use the God of Pain's Godly Authority to weave an illusion for all versions of himself in space-time.

According to different lives, different experiences, and different obsessions, he would form different illusions.

In the end, he would let all versions of himself in space-time be immersed in their own illusions, and it would be difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

What he needed was for this illusion, for all versions of himself in space-time, to have the same exit!

That exit was to gradually form the thought of Return to One.

In this way, he could use a trick to complete what he needed.

He would let all versions of himself in space-time form the thought of Return to One.

The illusion was originally limited to himself, and it could only be an illusion. It could not affect reality, just like a dream.

But this illusion … contained reality!