The King of Black Fog

Chapter 1349 - 590: Changzhou Eternal

"Now you can't be called a 'Lone Moon', there are twelve more just like you," the voice of the Wind of the Four Worlds held a tone that left one unable to imagine her 'Four Worlds' reputation.

People had never heard of her.

This might be the scariest part—those beings who had heard of her were already dead.

"Indeed, not yet. I must continue to strive," Li Changzhou put away the mindset of a winner, not daring to relax.

"I answer one of your questions, shouldn't you answer one of mine?" Li Changzhou asked.

The Wind of the Four Worlds chuckled, "The Value Game is truly splendid. Beings like you dare to set conditions with me; if not for the rules, whatever I asked, you would answer obediently on your own. However, you are soon to become a Saint. Fine, ask away, and I'll tell you what I can answer."

"Though I know you probably can't answer, I still want to ask—shouldn't you have met the winner, who is it?"

"The sigh of [the Past], ultimately not the result he wished for, does it leave you uncertain?" The Wind of the Four Worlds inspected him playfully.

"Not uncertain, just curious. If not him, why did he give up? If it is him, why say it's not the result he hoped for? Is it because in the end I was the one who won, not 'him'?"

"Or perhaps the winner is Creation, and ultimately he did not achieve 'Creation' himself, but relied on the Value Game, so the result was not to his liking?"

"So that's how you think," the Wind of the Four Worlds nodded.

"And the answer?" Li Changzhou asked.

The Wind of the Four Worlds glanced at him, "Certainly can't say that, ask something else."

"What is in the Ninth Holy City?"

The Twelve Holy Temples are only in the Eighth City, making one suspect that the Ninth Holy City is the 'Winner.'

The Wind of the Four Worlds didn't answer directly, "If the universe is likened to a person, the Ninth City would be the brain."

"Entering the Ninth City makes one a winner?"

"You still don't understand," said the Wind of the Four Worlds, "You are in the Ninth City, I am too, and this Eighth City is here, the present universe is here, infinite planes are also here—what's called the Value Game can be seen as the universe weighing its own value, all beings are a kind of concept, and whichever concept has the highest value, the universe chooses it as the main consciousness."

"Is there another universe outside of this universe?"

"I also asked the winner this question."

"And the result?"

"The search is ongoing."

"May I ask you one more question?"

"Hmm—" The Wind of the Four Worlds seemed reluctant, folding her arms and tilting her little face in thought, "Alright."

"How long is the Holy City open?"

"You want to cultivate here?"

Li Changzhou nodded.

"It will last until all Saint Positions in the Twelve Holy Temples have owners," said the Wind of the Four Worlds, "But I advise you not to cultivate into a Saint on your own, the main temple does not encourage hasty growth; after entering, it provides an environment for you to become a Saint until you succeed, spending billions of years inside while only a blink of an eye passes outside."

"Thank you."

The Wind of the Four Worlds waved, a breeze swept by, and the saintly figure vanished, even a Semi-Saint like Li Changzhou was unaware.

Li Changzhou did not enter the main temple, instead, he descended back to the First Holy Temple.

Gathering the fragments of supreme materials;

The "Fragrant Leaf Crown" absorbs the scripture morality of the deceased great ones;

Sailing in the galaxy, studying the fish within the river;

Fully comprehending each stone of the Saints;

Standing before a Life Vine where a single leaf is equivalent to a Life Star, in contemplation;

Letting the Primordial Divine Book "Rooted" absorb the Constant Star Rain, personally gathering, filling "Honey Pot World" and "Constant Sand World" with the starry sky.

In the Constant Star Rain, Li Changzhou used the gathered fragments to reforge the bronze spear, "Fragrant Leaf Crown," and war robe.

With the excess materials, he crafted various Supreme Heavenly Devices and ordinary heavenly devices.

If he were to become a Saint, these would be insignificant, but he was not just after these materials, doing these things was itself a form of cultivation.

Finally, he returned to the Twelfth Holy Temple, sitting alone cross-legged in the vast, immeasurable hall, the glow of the main temple enveloping him.

He took out Black Bone, completely destroyed it, turning it into nourishment for the Primordial Divine Tree.

The faint, ethereal chanting began; Li Changzhou entered Divine Consciousness Time.

The "Fragrant Leaf Crown" resonated with Dao sounds, stone carvings of Saints emerged in his visualization, roaring and revolving around him.

The Wind of the Four Worlds said it was better to cultivate in the main temple, but he would not fully follow her words. If she were the truth, why wasn't she the 'Winner'?

Li Changzhou, now able to question Saints, indicated how high his realm had become.

He cultivated various Holy Techniques, aiming for Divine Body Enhancement to progress further, occasionally standing up to practice the "Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique."

Afterward, he sat down, retracing the path of the Value Game in his thoughts.

From the first stage of the Sea Island and Desert, to the second stage of the Republic, Ming Dynasty, Song Dynasty, and Tang Dynasty.

Including various activities, such as Fire Burning Prague, conquering the Four Seasons Star, Starry Heavenly Road, and the Nine Holy Cities.

Could Heaven and Earth Mysterious be among them?

The Primordial Divine Tree rooted itself in the Holy Temple, so towering it seemed unreasonable, nearly filling all space, as if supporting the ceiling of the Holy Temple.

One by one, Dao Flowers bloomed, every leaf etched with scripture insights.

In a daze, the tree crown seemed to form a Divine Country, inhabited by countless beings.

In the end, Li Changzhou broke down everything, [Heavenly Will·Fate], black mist, mana, Divine Will, Heavenly Demon, Visualization, all Dao Flowers, everything.

The Primordial Divine Tree shrank to two meters high, appearing ordinary.

Transformed into a mortal, Li Changzhou sat cross-legged under the tree, resembling a youth idling in a park.

If not for the Divine Body's special nature, he would have perished due to lack of oxygen, radiation, and other reasons.

Inside him, appeared nine Holy Cities, as he began his cultivation journey, progressing all the way into the Seventh City, challenging the Eighth Holy City several times.