"So this is the so-called Illusory Phantom Mist?"
Gu Qingfeng carefully sensed the descending Illusory Phantom Mist. The more he sensed it, the more it resembled the chaotic mist he had seen in the Original Sin Nightmare.
No!
It wasn't just similar—this was exactly the mist that changed like chaos in the Original Sin Nightmare.
How could this be?
Could it be that the Original Sin Nightmare was actually located within this Illusory Land?
It didn't seem so.
As Gu Qingfeng wandered leisurely through the Illusory Phantom Mist, sensing it all the while, he discovered that this thing truly could affect a person's spirit. After being influenced, one didn't go insane or lose oneself; it was more like experiencing a kind of hallucination.
Hmm?
Thinking of this, Gu Qingfeng seemed to gain some insight. In his view, the so-called Illusory Phantom Mist was like a kind of divine miracle.
When a divine miracle descends, each person's comprehension differs, and the mysteries they perceive are also different.
The Illusory Phantom Mist was the same. After the spirit was affected, the hallucinations each person experienced were different. To be precise, it wasn't a hallucination but also a form of perception.
Especially since the Illusory Phantom Mist resembled the transformations of chaos. Each transformation was as if it gave birth to endless worlds and spaces; each transformation also seemed to contain the past, present, and future. It was truly profound upon profound, marvelous upon marvelous.
From wisdom comes confusion, distinguishing self from other; a hundred kinds of yang, a hundred kinds of yin, transforming into Heaven and Earth.
No sight of good, no sight of evil, only cause and effect remain; a thousand sages, a thousand demons, let others say what they will.
That voice, both familiar and strange, came intermittently, as if from the ancient times, the primordial era, the archaic era, even the Daoless Age of chaos. It was as if it came from the past, yet also from the future, and even from the immediate present right before him.
Gu Qingfeng pondered these words.
He didn't know how much time passed before he seemed to gain some insight.
In a daze, it was as if he perceived something, like a dream, arriving at a strange place.
Here, there was still no Azure Heaven, nor any Great Earth.
It was similarly shrouded in mist.
Different from the Illusory Land, this place wasn't empty. There were many, many mountains.
Truly many—one right next to another, everywhere, as if aside from mountains, there was nothing else here.
And atop each mountain was a peak.
On the peaks seemed to be carved some oddly shaped characters.
What in the world?
Gu Qingfeng drifted over for a closer look. When he clearly saw the large characters on the peak, he could hardly believe his eyes. Because the four large characters carved on the peak were none other than "Tomb of the Witch Dao."
Looking at other peaks, one read "Tomb of the Monster Dao."
And "Tomb of the Spirit Dao."
"Tomb of the Control Dao."
"Tomb of the Ghost Dao."
"Tomb of the True Dao."
The more Gu Qingfeng looked, the more alarmed he became; the more he looked, the more a creeping sensation ran down his spine. Just moments ago, he had been wondering why there were so many mountains here and why each mountain had a peak. Only now did he realize—these damn things weren't mountains at all, but graves! And the peaks on each grave weren't peaks, but tombstones!
What made Gu Qingfeng even more shocked was that these graves were actually tombs of the Three Thousand Great Daos.
The Monster Dao, the Devil Dao, the Ghost Dao, the Witch Dao, including the Immortal Dao—even the tomb of the Heavenly Dao was here.
What was going on?
Why were there so many tombs of Great Daos here?
Moreover, the Great Daos were currently fine. Especially the Immortal Dao, which had become the leader of the Great Daos, dominating the Great Wilderness. Although the Monster Dao and Ghost Dao had declined, they hadn't disappeared. And though the Heavenly Dao, Devil Dao, and Witch Dao hadn't appeared for a long time, they hadn't perished either.
Who the hell was so damn bored as to set up so many tombs of Great Daos here?
Suppressing the feeling of his scalp tingling, Gu Qingfeng continued looking. The tombs of various Great Daos were almost all here. Some of these Daos had truly vanished, but others had not. Moreover, among the tombs were many Daos he had never even heard of before.
What was the Sorrow Dao? The Derivation Dao? The Law Dao?...
Among them were also the Sin Dao, the Evil Dao, the Good Dao, and so on—all sorts, everything imaginable.
Who exactly had set up so many tombs of Great Daos here?
And where was this place?
Gu Qingfeng pondered as he inspected grave after grave.
He had gained insight within the Illusory Phantom Mist; in other words, this place was something he had perceived through his contemplation.
And the Illusory Phantom Mist had descended within the Illusory Land, which belonged to the Wu Dao Age.
Could it be that this place also belonged to the Wu Dao Age?
That is to say, these tombs of Great Daos were all buried during the Wu Dao Age?
Likely, that was the case.
The reason the Wu Dao Age was called the Wu Dao Age was because during that era, Wu Dao Daozun exterminated all the Great Daos between Heaven and Earth, thus creating the most mysterious age in history.
Thinking of this, Gu Qingfeng estimated that these graves were probably built by someone, perhaps to commemorate the various Great Daos after they fell during the Wu Dao Age.
Gazing at the tombs of the Great Daos, Gu Qingfeng felt some confusion. He didn't know what terrifying events had occurred during the Wu Dao Age, nor how the various Great Daos had offended that lord Wu Dao Daozun, to the extent that this lord had damn well wiped out all the Great Daos in one go.
This was truly insane.
Gu Qingfeng had never admired anyone in his life. However, after fusing with the Blood of Original Sin and learning more and more about the Wu Dao Age, he genuinely grew to admire that Wu Dao Daozun more and more.
Exterminating the Three Thousand Great Daos in the Wu Dao Age, burying Heaven and Earth damn well, heard to have severed cause and effect to achieve True Godhood, also heard to have slain gods, and learned some secret of Heaven and Earth.
It could be said that this Wu Dao Daozun was absolutely the overlord who ran rampant through Heaven and Earth, without equal.
When he was alive, he was already this formidable, tossing Heaven and Earth into turmoil.
After his death, he created an Original Sin, conjured a Causal Black Hole, and with just a single drop of the Blood of Original Sin, he scared the Three Thousand Great Daos into constant fear.
This compelled Gu Qingfeng's admiration. He sighed, "As the old saying goes, your lord is always your lord. When alive, he's your lord; when dead, he's still your lord. Whether you admit it or not, he's your lord."
If Wu Dao Daozun were still alive, Gu Qingfeng would definitely offer his knees in respect to express his admiration.
However.
Admiration was just admiration. Although Gu Qingfeng admired that Wu Dao Daozun, he had no desire to become a second Wu Dao Daozun.
He neither had such grand ambitions nor such overwhelming ambition.
Most importantly, he was a lazy person. In life, he only enjoyed drinking and sleeping; beyond that, he had no interest in anything else.
He truly couldn't be bothered to stir up trouble.
If he really wanted to cause trouble, back when the Wu Dao Mountain descended, he wouldn't have abandoned himself to ignite the karmic flames of Original Sin.
After wandering here for a while, aside from the tombs of the Great Daos, this damn place had nothing else. Gu Qingfeng lost interest in staying any longer. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed someone cleaning the tombstone on one of the graves.