Chapter 808: Heavenly Way

Chapter 808: Heaven’s Will

"Why... why? Why does my cultivation have no effect at all?"

Before him lay everything in the distance. Li Huowang kept trying—on other deities of fate, even now, out of thin air—but still, nothing worked.

"Could it be... could it be because I don’t possess the true and false heavenly will anymore?" Li Huowang suddenly lowered his head. A vast mirror of himself appeared before him once more.

Ji Zai began searching inside it, looking for events that had once occurred. Suddenly, he raised both hands slightly, and a mirror materialized before him.

The version of Li Huowang within it was different from what he had seen before—he had a head made of lotus roots joined together.

"Not bad? You really think so? Let me ask you this—what exactly did that North Wind say just now? Why do I feel like *you* were the one who started the trouble?"

Hearing Li Huowang's words, Ji Zai was momentarily at a loss for how to respond. He had said such things long ago, but time had blurred the memory of why he had asked them in the first place.

After a quick moment of contemplation, Ji Zai spoke to the reflection in the mirror: "Something has happened, so I need your help."

"Help? What can I possibly do for you? Isn't it you who is the heart of my being?"

Listening to his past self speak those words, Ji Zai felt a mixture of emotions rise within him. “Why do we divide our heavenly will so clearly? Aren’t I just you?”

Li Huowang rubbed his head with a headache, his newly fleshed lotus-root skull throbbing. “I’ve finally found some peace—can’t I just live a quiet life for a while?”

Ji Zai looked up at the chaos above, his voice tinged with urgency. “You chose this path. My choice is yours. You shouldn’t complain.”

“Fine then, what do you want from me?” Li Huowang asked with a hint of resignation.

“The Way of Forgetfulness is dead. This is our chance. You must help me seize the true and false heavenly will of Yin-Yang Doumu!”

In this situation, he needed to possess the heavenly will to participate in this confrontation.

Upon hearing this, the Li Huowang in the mirror nearly laughed out loud. “Hmph! How am I supposed to do that? I’m just an ordinary man—how can I fight against a deity who governs two heavenly wills?”

“And besides, aren’t we the guardians of confusion? Can’t we just manage our own heavenly will? Why must we go to war with Yin-Yang Doumu? I’m exhausted. Give me a few years to rest before you demand anything else!”

A powerful force pressed down upon him. Even though Li Huowang was wrapped in dragon aura, he was sent flying far away.

Ji Zai, upside-down, urgently shouted at the mirror: “I’m not trying to cause trouble—I only wish to protect myself. Don’t forget, helping me is helping yourself. If something happens to me, everything that came before will be rewritten!”

“Self-preservation?” Li Huowang was startled, turning to look at the present-day Ji Zai. “What exactly happened in Baiyujing? How could it threaten even a deity like you?”

“Think about why the Celestial Observatory wanted that Divine Mountain Ghost Eye. Think about why that dice went to such lengths to possess the Dragon Vein. The storm is coming—they all sense it. Don’t pretend you don’t feel it!”

Looking at his past self, Li Huowang felt a deep frustration—like trying to teach iron to become steel.

“Is it Yu’er Shen?” Li Huowang asked gravely.

Feeling the chaos above, Ji Zai gave a bitter smile. “If there were only one Yu’er Shen, it would be easier.”

This wasn’t merely one deity versus another—it was a clash between deities themselves.

“What else is there? Where are they from? What do they intend to do?” The Li Huowang in the mirror continued to chatter, but Ji Zai was growing impatient.

Yet after so much conversation, he suddenly recalled when he had first spoken with Ji Zai.

It was shortly after defeating the dice. His head had been temporarily replaced with lotus roots due to the explosion.

“I can’t tell you that. First, if I told you, they’d know who you are. Second, the future version of you didn’t tell the present you.”

A flicker of bewilderment passed through Li Huowang’s eyes. He couldn’t understand what the other was talking about.

“You want me to help you seize the true and false heavenly will. At least tell me what to do next!”

“You might start with Bei Feng. Find the hidden heart of Doumu and eliminate them. The rest will be left to me.”

With that, Li Huowang clenched his fists, and the mirror shattered in his hands.

From the cracks came a furious shout from the reflection:

“Damn it! Now you tell me?! Bei Feng has already been captured by the Heavenly Observance Bureau! With their watch over me, how could I possibly meet him again?!”

Ji Zai slowly raised his head, feeling the changes outside. Gradually, he sensed that whatever was threatening him had lessened. The gap between him and them was closing.

“The true and false... the true and false heavenly will—I’ve obtained it!” As Ji Zai shouted the words that had long been destined, he thrust his arms upward and pushed the darkness before a deity aside.

At the moment of contact, information flowed through the void, connecting them. Threads of unity linked them—they were one. From this moment on.

Each deity carried within them another heavenly will. That’s why all deities could feel pain, could distinguish truth from falsehood.

They were one. They were one with Baiyujing. Those threads were the Way of Unity. And when they merged, they became Da Nuo.

“So, do you think this is better?” Yi Donglai sat cross-legged on a chair, brow furrowed as he stared at the strange arrangement on the sand table.

Some models were tied tightly into a large ball and placed on the sand table. The figure representing Li Huowang was also stuffed inside.

Opposite this ball was another, filled with various monster models bound by black ropes.

Yi Donglai pushed his glasses up his nose and looked silently at Li Huowang. “And then? What happened next? Why do you believe you belong to them?”

Li Huowang coughed lightly, not answering. He slowly raised his right hand and grasped the white-thread-wrapped model ball.

After weighing it briefly in his palm, he suddenly exerted force with one arm, lifting the ball high and hurling it toward the black ball in the sand table.

The two balls collided. The violent impact caused the black and white ropes to snap, sending all manner of bizarre models spinning into the air in every direction.

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