He agreed?

Above the Emperor's Court, within the Demon Domain, in the hidden places of various continents, countless gazes fixed on this place wavered, filled with unwillingness, jealousy, and sighs.

Yes, who could refuse such a creation?

That was the Saint's seat!

Since the beginning of time, had there ever been such a creation?

"Such a creation..."

Gautama joined his hands, gazing at the heavens.

Above the clouds, the Emperor's figure stood with his hands behind his back. From the western reaches of the heavens, compassionate gazes descended here. Above the vast ocean of the South Sea, the Great Dragon Gate hummed and trembled, as if an supreme being was about to descend.

The Demon Domain, the Outer Heavens, the Netherworld Ghost Kingdom...

Waves of will rippled, eyes lowered, focusing on this place.

Without any concealment, it was grand and vast, as if not caring at all whether it would be watched or discovered.

Just like the great sun patrolling the sky, never caring whether it was being watched.

"Oh?"

Above the Nine Heavens, Di Yan showed no joy or sorrow, his gaze like an ancient well, an unruffled sea of stars: "This Emperor thought you would refuse..."

"The only Saint's seat since the beginning of time, who could refuse?"

Gautama's expression was calm.

Memories and reality gradually overlapped in his heart, and what overlapped was not only memories, but also various indescribable things.

Under a nearly identical scenario, 'another self' refused the gifts of the Saints and entered Nirvana peacefully. This was great courage, a great decision.

In the past, he did not feel it deeply and could not understand why 'another self' was not even afraid of death, but did not have the courage to take a gamble.

But now, under the blessing of the Bodhi Dao Fruit, seeing and even touching that threshold, he gradually understood why.

If possible, who would want to enter Nirvana on the day of their Dao's completion?

It was just that his strength was inferior to others.

"Very well, then."

Di Yan gazed at Gautama, and after a long time, said indifferently: "Do you know, what is the Saint's seat?"

Di Yan's expression was calm, and his voice did not fluctuate in the slightest, still rumbling like heavenly music, echoing throughout the universe, audible in all directions.

"The Saint's seat..."

"Concerning the Saint's seat, can it really be so casual, allowing people to listen in?"

"Is this the Saint's demeanor? This is the Saint's seat..."

......

Throughout the Four Seas and Four Continents, and even above the Emperor's Court, many great cultivators who heard these words looked at each other, all seeing the shock and hope in each other's eyes.

Saint's seat!

Ancient legends say that the path of creation is long and arduous, far beyond what it was before. Only with the blessing of the Saint's seat can one go further and become completely detached from the constraints of time and space.

But even the nine Daoist Venerables, the five Divine Emperors, the three Buddhist Buddhas, the six great Demon Sovereigns of the Blood Sea, and the eight Lords of the Netherworld, did not know what the Saint's seat really was.

At this moment, listening to Di Yan's casual voice, which did not seem to care about being heard, the waves in their hearts naturally rose to the sky.

In addition to excitement, there was more doubt?

What does He want to do?

"...One cycle, one tribulation, this is the root of heaven and earth! Birth is a cycle, destruction is a tribulation, the alternation of birth and destruction is the way of the evolution of heaven and earth...All things have birth and death, heaven and earth have creation and destruction. Between origin and end, there is great terror, and there is also great creation!"

Above the Nine Heavens, the wind and clouds surged. Di Yan stood with his hands behind his back, and the gaze he cast at Gautama had an unusual fluctuation for the first time:

"Since the Saints preached the Dao, heaven and earth have been created and destroyed twelve thousand nine hundred and fifty-nine times. Only one more time is needed to transform into a 'Saint's seat'..."

Heaven and earth created and destroyed?!

The plain voice echoed within the heavens, between thousands of mountains and valleys.

Di Yan's voice was as calm as before, but in the flow of his words, all those who heard it heard an indescribable indifference and coldness.

Even, cruelty!

"It, it is so..."

Above the Emperor's Court, the Xuan Emperor's body swayed, and a hint of fear and realization appeared in his eyes.

Does heaven and earth really have a lifespan?

And only one hundred and twenty thousand years?

This was a doubt that had lingered in the hearts of many creation-level and even near-Saint great cultivators for countless years. No one knew whether heaven and earth really had a limit, and no one knew whether the Saints' repeated creation of heaven and earth.

Was it a great merit or a great sin.

But at this moment, hearing the voice echoing in the sky, even the evil giants who had killed countless people could not help but feel a deep chill in their hearts.

"The Saint's seat has always existed between heaven and earth..."

Di Yan slowly spread out his palm, and wisps of purple light almost invisible to the naked eye flowed and changed between his fingers, reflecting his expression uncertainly:

"End this epoch, and you can take it yourself!"

"Heaven and earth are created and destroyed, and the Saint's seat is transformed..."

Under the Bodhi tree, a breeze stirred, lifting Gautama's wide sleeves and caressing his calm expression.

He lowered his eyes and looked into the mortal world.

The Southern Continent was prosperous and had a strong population, the Western Continent was desolate but had endless vitality, the Eastern Victory Continent, where humans and beasts lived together, was harmonious and peaceful, and in the Northern Continent, countless people were still struggling to survive.

How many living beings are there between heaven and earth?

In the land of the Great Zhou in the Eastern Extremity of the Southern Continent alone, there were already far more living beings than in Jingzhao, and the entire Southern Continent was ten times that number!

And the Southern Continent was only one continent.

Above the Four Seas, there were countless islands, and in the Star Sea, there were countless more life-bearing stars.

Crack, crack, crack~

Looking at the Emperor's figure above the Nine Heavens, listening to the cold voice echoing between heaven and earth, Yang Jian's five fingers suddenly clenched, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword made of divine iron was creaking as he gripped it.

In this instant, many great cultivators, including Yang Jian, suddenly understood why the Saints above the Nine Heavens did not care at all that the secret of the Saint's seat was being heard.

You, know how?

If you don't know, so what?

He, doesn't care at all!

Thunder and rain are all heavenly grace, and creation and destruction are also irrelevant to you!

Ding~

In the Southern Continent, Great Zhou, on the Heavenly Sacrifice Platform, the sound of a divine weapon falling suddenly rang out. Then, a clanging sound rang out loudly, and Long Xingyi suddenly turned around, only to see that all kinds of magical treasures and divine weapons had fallen to the ground.

"You, you..."

As soon as Long Xingyi opened his mouth, he realized that his voice had become extremely hoarse, as if covered with rust, making people shudder: "Pick them up, pick them up!"

"Your Majesty."

A minister sighed dejectedly, his expression wooden: "That, that is a Saint..."

"Saint..."

Zeng San let out a long sigh, and a sense of sadness also welled up in his heart.

At this moment, mortals might be ignorant, even if they heard the heavenly voice echoing throughout the universe, they would only be at a loss as to why.

But they had already heard, and even saw, the meaning behind this sentence.

Heaven and earth have already been created and destroyed twelve thousand nine hundred and fifty-nine times, so why would they care about one more time?

"Saint, Saint. Ha, haha."

On the Heavenly Sacrifice Platform, someone laughed miserably, and as they looked at each other, an extremely desperate aura spread in everyone's hearts.

"I..."

Looking at the Great Zhou officials shrouded in despair, Long Xingyi felt powerless in his heart. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. In the end, he let out a long sigh and lowered his head.

His gaze fell on the humming and trembling divine sword, which also seemed to be in fear.

......

Despair spread not only in Great Zhou.

The central areas of the Great Liang and Ascension Divine Dynasties were also silent. In the mountains of the Southern Continent, in hidden and unknowable places, the originally fluctuating auras also completely subsided at this moment.

Southern Continent, Eastern Victory, Northern Continent, Western He...

In the place where the vast heavenly voice flowed, despair as deep as the night that could not be dispelled was spreading extremely, like countless fearful hands, grabbing everyone's hearts.

At this moment, the light between heaven and earth remained the same.

But in the eyes of countless people, it looked like the eternal night in ancient legends!

Gautama's silence seemed extremely interesting in Di Yan's eyes: "You are hesitating."

"Heh~"

Looking at the palm holding up various purple lights, Gautama suddenly smiled: "Is this really the Saint's seat?"

"You doubt this Emperor?"

Di Yan clenched his fingers into a fist, pinching the misty purple energy into his palm, shaking his head with regret: "This Emperor doesn't need you to believe it? You are too procrastinating, this Emperor doesn't mind bestowing the Saint's seat on someone else..."

As soon as these words came out, in the many unknowable places between heaven and earth, one great cultivator after another couldn't help but feel their hearts pounding.

If it weren't for their fear of the terrifying will that permeated the heaven and earth at this moment, I'm afraid someone would have couldn't help but rush forward.

Even so, the gazes cast towards the Nine Heavens became extremely hot.

"Do you really have a Saint's seat?"

Gautama's expression calmed down, and a hint of purple light flowed in his eyes: "Or rather, are you really Di Yan?"

Rumble!

The moment the words 'Di Yan' were uttered, the sky suddenly roared and shook.

A purple thunderbolt, like a dragon or snake, tore through the void, carrying boundless and terrifying destructive power, and struck towards Gautama under the Bodhi tree.

This thunderbolt came extremely abruptly, but the shock it brought was far less than the shock that Gautama's words brought to the world.

Someone actually dared to impersonate a Saint?

And could deceive so many great cultivators in the world?!

How is that possible?!

The world was in an uproar. For a time, even great cultivators like Long Xingyi felt their hearts go numb.

"Heh, you really aren't Him!"

The purple thunderbolt was extremely fierce, but Gautama shook his head and chuckled. At the same time as he raised his hand, the Buddha Kingdom in his palm reappeared, taking the thunderbolt into his palm, and couldn't help but sigh:

"I heard that at the beginning of the ancient times, a supreme treasure was born in the chaos. It was later obtained by the Heavenly Saint, and after several twists and turns, it became the treasure that suppresses the luck of the Imperial Heaven Court, the 'Da Dao Ji'. Legend has it that this treasure records the history of the evolution of heaven and earth from ancient times to the present, and it also imprints the shadows and Dao inheritances of all living beings and gods and demons from ancient times to the present...

The only thing that can deceive the cultivators of the world is this treasure."

Gautama shook his head slightly, also with solemnity.

With his current realm, coupled with the blessing of the Bodhi Dao Fruit, and the experience of 'another self' truly facing the Saint, he was actually deceived.

The strangeness of this Da Dao Ji made him not dare to underestimate it.

"How can you see through My disguise?"

Above the Nine Heavens, 'Di Yan' supported his chin, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, which then turned into an extremely dark cold light.

Just as it was about to speak, its heart suddenly shook.

"Your flaw lies in..."

Suddenly turning his head, he only heard a surge of tides in the void, and the ocean was boiling. He saw that the sky seemed to have turned into a mirror on the verge of shattering, and countless void cracks suddenly appeared.

The next moment,

A crystal-clear and flawless hand, as white as jade, crossed the fragmented and mottled void and grabbed towards the 'Di Yan', or rather, the 'Da Dao Ji' whose expression had changed drastically:

"Too much nonsense!"