Small mountain village.

It was already summer, but the climate seemed unusual this year, with the weather feeling rather cold.

Li Fan sat under the peach tree, sipping tea and reading a leisurely book.

“Little Li, are you home?”

Outside the small courtyard, Second Elder’s voice rang out.

“I’m here, please come in.”

Li Fan replied, and Gong Ya had already stepped forward to open the gate.

Only to see Second Elder and Uncle Zhang walking in together.

“Second Elder, Uncle Zhang, why have you come? Please sit.”

Li Fan put down the book and said with a smile:

“Gong Ya, go and pour some tea.”

Gong Ya went to pour tea, while Second Elder and Uncle Zhang sat beside Li Fan. Only the hint of hesitation on Second Elder’s face suggested he was unsure how to begin.

“Second Elder, is there something on your mind? Feel free to speak.”

Upon hearing this, Second Elder finally said:

“Little Li, it’s like this… I had a dream last night.”

Li Fan was puzzled: “A dream?”

Second Elder nodded and said:

“I dreamt that our village was hit by a disaster—the roads were cut off, the houses collapsed… in the black fog, Ghostly Beings were running rampant, devouring and gnawing on villagers… Even a single blade of grass, not a single tree could survive…”

His expression was solemn.

Li Fan heard this and chuckled, saying:

“Second Elder, there’s no need for worry. This is merely a fleeting dream. Rest early, rise early, meditate more, and don’t be troubled. What weighs on your mind during the day can seep into your dreams at night.”

But Second Elder grew anxious, saying:

“Little Li, you don’t understand—not just me, but Old Wang had the same dream as well!”

“This is definitely a sign of a major problem!”

Upon hearing this, Li Fan couldn’t help but be surprised. Two people had the same dream?

This sounded rather strange indeed…

He looked at Uncle Zhang and asked: “Uncle Zhang, you dreamt of this too?”

Uncle Zhang nodded and said:

“I dreamt only a little—just the descent of black fog… But it seemed there were Ghostly Beings in the fog as well.”

Li Fan pondered for a moment and said: “So… you’ve come to find me in hopes of… interpreting the dream?”

Second Elder nodded and replied:

“That’s right. This dream is eerily similar to what the Divine Jumper said in the past. He’s mostly dead now, so we hoped to have you take a look…”

Li Fan was curious and asked: “What did the Divine Jumper say?”

Second Elder answered: “I can’t quite remember well myself. It’s only in recent days that bits of his words returned to me… Something about… ‘When villages crumble and people perish, not even the resilient grass shall remain; the Supreme of yesteryear has become dust…’ The rest is forgotten.”

Villages crumble and people perish? Not even the resilient grass shall remain? The Supreme of yesteryear has become dust?

Li Fan felt that this Divine Jumper… really did know how to craft a tale…

Always stirring up trouble…

Still, Li Fan took it seriously and immediately said:

“In that case, let me interpret the dream for you both.”

Li Fan paused briefly and said:

“Mist has no color—arising from the alternation of day and night, appearing with ebb and flow. During daytime it appears white, at night black.”

“At its darkest hour lies the brink of dawn. The black fog in your dream is less about the mist itself and more about the moment—when daylight has yet to arrive, and night reaches its peak gloom.”

“At such times, fear paralyzes hearts, chaos disorients resolve, and Ghostly Beings easily roam, devouring life forms.”

He smiled faintly and said: “But ultimately, dawn is already upon us.”

“After dawn, light shines forth; when daytime comes, you’ll find that the night’s mist was nothing more than pearls that enchant the soul.”

Second Elder and Uncle Zhang seemed contemplative.

“Little Li, I understand your meaning… but the words of the Divine Jumper often prove true in the end. Even if there’s hope for change, what about the villagers at that time…” Sёarch* The NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Li Fan smiled and said:

“If a calamity truly occurs, the villagers can simply leave to avoid danger. That’s all there is to it.”

“The world is vast—there’s always a sanctuary somewhere.”

Second Elder and Uncle Zhang remained silent for a moment.

Li Fan then spoke: “Gong Ya, bring the brush and ink.”

Gong Ya promptly brought out the brush and ink.

“Uncle Zhang, do you still remember the calendar the Divine Jumper left on your wall?”

Li Fan asked.

Uncle Zhang nodded and said: “Of course, there’s only one page of it left now. The Divine Jumper once said that when the final page is ripped off, everyone will die.”

Li Fan chuckled lightly and said:

“Then, if I were to tell you that not only will the final page remain intact, but that the other pages will reappear as well, would you believe me?”

He realized that Uncle Zhang and Second Elder had deep faith in the Divine Jumper.

Thus, it was necessary to start with the Divine Jumper’s prophecy to instill some confidence in them.

Otherwise, his initial intention was simply to research the calendars himself without informing others.

With the brush and ink ready, Li Fan took up the brush.

He began to draw…

This time, he was painting the third calendar page!

The one carrying the “Divine” symbol!

Over the past few days, through repeated contemplation and using the Immortal Path and Saint Path calendars as a foundation, he felt confident enough to deduce the content of the Divine Path calendar.

As the brush descended, Su Baiqian, Dugu Yuqing, Qing Chen, and others nearby all stirred and looked over in surprise.

“Master, is the Divine Path Space-Time about to reappear?”

…

Within the Forbidden World, tremors shook the Nine Continents.

Across heaven and earth, various anomalies appeared.

It seemed heavenly flames descended, consuming all life; hurricanes swept through rivers, crushing everything in their path; heavenly thunder roared, shaking the skies…

Earthquakes erupted, the ground quaked violently; floods surged, drowning the world; swarms of poisonous insects, snakes, and ants swept across the mortal realm…

“Earth-shaking and heaven-stirring—this is the sign of a cosmic upheaval!”

“All Nine Continents can feel it—what level of calamity is this? Has someone walked the fabled Forbidden Path?”

“This is the true essence of the golden era—the Forbidden Path can finally be traversed. We have hope now!”

…

Yet, at this moment.

Suddenly, two astonishing beams of sight pierced straight into the Forbidden World, sweeping across the skies above the Nine Continents.

These two beams of gaze appeared capable of devouring even darkness, wherever they passed, obscuring the heavens and sun, plunging all beneath into pitch-black midnight!

“That darkness from before has returned!”

“Darkness—it’s the darkness taking action. The Path of Creation and the cosmic upheaval has stirred dark apprehensions!”

“Will it be snuffed out?”

The world trembled in fear.

The darkness-like gaze swiftly arrived, casting itself over Kunlun Holy Realm’s skies.

The present Kunlun Holy Realm was nearly a realm unto itself, on the brink of detaching from the Nine Continents, yet as those beams finally fell upon it, catastrophic shifts erupted!

Where the darkness reached, it severed this newborn world’s connection to the Sea of Karma, obstructing the weave of time and space.

The entire burgeoning Kunlun Holy Realm was instantly plunged into eternal darkness.

“The Dark One!”

“Is it the Dark Supreme?!”

“Darkness strikes again—is this fate repeating itself? Back then, the Tai Yin Empress and Ancient Sun Emperor were snuffed out. Now they’re reborn, but is it the same ending?”…

At this moment, those within the Kunlun Holy Realm were tense beyond measure.

The entire realm seemed shrouded in blackness, and within this darkness, Zi Ling, Lin Jiu Zheng, Lu Rang, Wu Dade, Mu Qianning, Wu Xiaokun, and other cultivators who had ignited the Sacred Flame were like faint beacons for dawn, seemingly on the verge of being consumed by the encroaching gloom!

Yet, it was at this moment.

Boom!

It was as if from the heights of the firmament, a stroke descended.

Carrying boundless Divine Path Space-Time, it swept across, causing even the darkness to dissipate instantaneously.

A dark cosmic soil of death was seemingly summoned back to life.

That was…

The remnants of the once-deceased Divine Path civilization!

Amidst the Divine Path civilization’s soil, there was no trace of divine resonance; shrouded in black fog, it resembled the Immortal Land and Sacred Soil similarly corrupted by darkness, and deep within the Divine Realm’s steps of time stood a girl in a black skirt, cold and detached, her eyes shut tight.

Beside her, nothing accompanied her—not like the Dark One or The Stopper, who had the Dark Holy Flame or Dark Rose by their sides.

And at this moment.

Within the Kunlun Holy Realm, amidst the mountain forests, a middle-aged man subconsciously gazed at the floating soil of the Divine Realm and suddenly cried out:

“Little Monkey…?”

Ao Wushuang was utterly shaken, taken aback…

…

Does anyone still remember this Little Monkey… Good night.

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