Calamity of Tomorrow

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhou Bai was shocked: "Is this the so-called memory of mending the void?"

At this moment, Zhou Bai still remembered that the memories he had received from the past were almost all about Ji Wufan using the 64 hexagrams to mend the void.

'So this piece of memory is the scene when he truly used the 64 hexagrams to mend the void?'

...

"Master!"

A young man appeared in the scene, respectfully saying: "All the Yang God cultivators in the world have gathered."

In the sky, an Immortal with clothes fluttering and creating spatial ripples with every move came forward: "Wu Fan Immortal Venerable, the Immortals of the seven great Taoist paths are all here."

Another, wearing battle armor and burning with golden flames all over, descended with a rainbow light: "Immortal Venerable, all 3,600 righteous gods from the twelve divisions of the Heavenly Court are present."

Looking at the people, Immortals, and gods in the picture, an old voice came from outside the scene: "Since our Purple Cloud Palace forged the 64 hexagrams to mend the void, and everyone except me perished from void backlash, these 400 years have passed with generations of heroes giving their lives, sacrificing countless years and resources to cultivate the Dao..."

"Today, the 64 hexagrams have been completed, and we can finally mend the void and reshape the Heavenly Dao..."

The young man looked over, tears streaming down his face: "Master..."

The old voice said: "Life and death are a natural part of the Heavenly Dao. We are cultivators; do not display such tender emotions. This Purple Cloud Palace is now entrusted to you."

The young man held back his tears, choked with emotion: "... Disciple will surely carry forward the Purple Cloud Palace, allowing everyone, regardless of status, to cultivate Immortal arts."

"Seeing the human race continue this legacy through generations, I can now leave in peace."

The scene turned to a single Immortal and one god beside him, the old voice resounded: "Severing the void will be up to all of you."

One Immortal and one god nodded respectfully.

In the next moment, numerous Immortals, gods, and cultivators united, forming a grand formation.

Sixty-four beams of light reached skyward, piercing into the vortex one by one.

Each light beam pierced the vortex, causing the black vortex to shrink slightly.

When the last beam of light was sent forth, the scene moved forward with the beam of light, accompanied by a loud crash, plunging into the light.

...

Gazing into the endless darkness, Zhou Bai pondered: 'Is this where Ji Wufan took the 64 hexagrams and collided into the void?'

As Zhou Bai wondered whether this piece of memory had ended, the darkness before his eyes suddenly dissipated completely.

Before Zhou Bai stood flashing scenes of mountain gates, various cultivators, humans, Immortals, and gods.

Segments appeared before him; though he couldn't see the details clearly, they allowed him to understand the trajectory of historical development.

...

A year later.

The young man stood in the main hall of the Purple Cloud Palace, looking at the newly accepted disciples before the hall, a smile on his face.

He turned around and saw Ji Wufan's golden statue, sighing: "Master, the world is now at peace, under the Purple Cloud Palace, everyone can cultivate, no longer distinguished by status."

"The Heavenly Court has collected all void techniques, and the seven great Taoist paths have banned the use of void powers."

"In a few hundred or thousand years, no one will know of the void's power."

"I requested the righteous gods of the Heavenly Court to create this statue for you using Taihao Immortal Steel, to last for hundreds of millions of years, always watching over the future of humanity."

...

The light and shadow flickered, and the scene became increasingly bright.

A hundred years later.

The young man had turned into a young man of mature appearance, with a hint of world-weariness in his eyes.

Looking at the enormous statue before him, the young man sighed: "Master, the current world of mortals already knows nothing of the void's existence."

"The penetration of void's power is nearly non-existent, and the world's Taoist sects are flourishing."

"Now, any person of the human race has the right to cultivate the Dao."

"Master, we have succeeded."

"The Heavenly Court and the seven great Taoist paths have agreed to designate today every year as the Day of Mending Heaven, to commemorate your and our ancestors' contributions."

...

The light and shadow flickered, and the scene grew exceedingly bright, radiating waves of soft light.

A thousand years later.

A young man with white hair sat cross-legged before the statue, his eyes seemingly containing the rotation of the stars and the alternation of sun and moon.

"All data related to the void has been thoroughly cleansed."

"Master, aside from some Immortals, gods, and elders, no one in this world remembers the void."

"The connection between the void and the Material World has been completely severed by us."

"I am about to ascend soon. Over these years, the places we explored have increased, and the number of cultivators continues to rise, with talents emerging every year."

"The human race grows more prosperous and thriving."

"Today is once again the Day of Mending Heaven; thank you, Master."

"This prosperous era is all your creation."

...

Within a field of white light, the statue was surrounded by changes over millennia, as seasons shifted and winds and clouds changed.

Ten thousand years later.

Two young cultivators passed by the statue, looked at it, and asked: "Why is there such a statue in the backyard? Who is this person?"

"This is the founder of the Purple Cloud Palace, Wu Fan Immortal Venerable; every year on the Day of Mending Heaven, we commemorate him."

"Oh? Is this what Wu Fan Immortal Venerable looked like? The Day of Mending Heaven, did it really mend the heavens?"

"According to several elders' speculation, the Day of Mending Heaven should have been a past apocalypse crisis from the sun's decay."

"Enough talk, enough talk, hurry up and prepare for the exam. I haven't managed to cultivate a Golden Core in thirty years. If I fail the exam again, the next supplies will be reduced."

...

The scene transitioned, but it was no longer as bright as before, gradually starting to dim.

One hundred thousand years later.

The surroundings of the statue were in ruins, appearing extremely desolate.

Dozens of escape lights broke through the clouds, landing around the statue.

"Is this the ancient Taoist lineage, the ruins of the Purple Cloud Palace?"

"It's said that in the past, the Purple Cloud Palace accepted all commoners without distinction, unifying the cultivation of the Dao."

"Such a Taoist sect? Wouldn't that be wasting a large amount of resources on a bunch of useless individuals?"

"Indeed, for talents like us, we're just ordinary in various Taoist paths, but practicing for one year is equivalent to a worldly person practicing for ten, even a hundred years."

"Everyone cultivating the Dao is nothing but digging their own grave, which is why the Purple Cloud Palace became less with each generation, its brilliance depleted, while its roots ran thin. Mediocrities wasted the resources, yet achieved little in cultivation."

"It's said that later Sect Leaders wanted to reform the palace's system, expelling all mediocrities while leading a group of geniuses to cultivate, to reinvigorate the Taoist path."

"And what happened?"

"They were besieged by mediocrities numbering in the thousands, even tens of thousands. Although these geniuses had talent, their cultivation resources were insufficient, preventing real growth."

"In the end, both sides were mutually damaged, and the Purple Cloud Palace was torn to pieces, gradually declining."

"Huh? A statue here? Who does it depict?"

"Don't know, maybe a senior from the Purple Cloud Palace."