Born with immortal seed

Chapter 930 Heavenly Venerable's Mark
Yuan Ying Sword was taken to the Hidden Dragon Realm, but Bai Zichen still has three Azure Emperor Longevity Swords that are entwined with his primordial spirit that he can use.

With a single swing of the sword, the river of time seemed to rise above, encompassing everything.

The divine light struck without causing a ripple; it was all received.

This is the embodiment of the all-encompassing Great Dao of Time, which even he himself has not yet reached the source.

The divine light illuminated the blessed land of Taiwei, making it a kaleidoscope of colors, stretching to the sky like a rainbow.

But faced with the black and white river of time, it cannot be tainted in the slightest, dividing it into two completely different worlds.

It was enough to suppress the combined attack of multiple people, but all of them vanished like fireworks in the background.

"The Azure Emperor's Longevity Sword!"

Zhong Zhu let out a low roar, filled with disbelief.

"What is your relationship with Senior Qingdi? Mo Dashui washed away the Dragon King Temple, and his own people fought each other, making a spectacle for everyone to watch."

The sword light hovered but did not fall, but the erosion of time's true meaning already made him uncomfortable.

If it truly happens to you, the five signs of decay will inevitably arrive prematurely, leaving you with no choice but to actively undergo physical death and reincarnation.

The previous Time and Space Divine Power was one thing, but to cultivate the Azure Emperor's Longevity Sword to this level, one must have received the true teachings. A rogue cultivator could not cultivate to this level by relying on fate alone.

Few people know that there is a familial bond between Taiwei Blessed Land and the Azure Emperor, one of the five sons of the human race.

The Azure Emperor achieved enlightenment by relying on the imprint of the Eternal Heavenly Venerable in the Taiwei Blessed Land.

This past has never been made public, but every owner of the blessed land is well aware of it.

Therefore, Zhong Zhu was both afraid and panicked. If this person was unaware of this relationship, it would be too unjust for him to die under the Azure Emperor's Longevity Sword.

"Azure Emperor... I didn't learn my supernatural powers from him, you've come to the wrong temple!"

There are quite a few cultivators who know how to use the Azure Emperor's Longevity Sword, which means that it is not a secret passed down only to the Azure Emperor. Bai Zichen did not expect that the other party could contact him directly.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he discovered the problem.

Ignoring him, the Azure Emperor is undoubtedly the person with the highest level of the Dao of Time in the Immortal Realm.

He also had a close relationship with the Hall of Longevity, and it is highly likely that he knew some of the secrets of the Celestial Venerable of Longevity that were not known to outsiders.

However, he was too powerful and lived in seclusion, so even the invitation from Tianjianzi, who was also one of the Five Masters, was rejected. He was never considered a target.

Zhong Zhu's subconscious opening of his mouth proves that the Azure Emperor is definitely related to the first Eternal Heavenly Venerable, otherwise he wouldn't have spoken of his own people.

"It's irrelevant, we're all family. Fellow Daoist, you've achieved great success in the Great Dao of Time. I can take you to see the Ancestor's Imprint, and perhaps you'll gain some enlightenment."

Upon hearing Bai Zichen's words, Zhong Zhu panicked even more.

Either an unworthy disciple has emerged from the Azure Emperor's sect, wanting to emulate his master and experience the Heavenly Venerable's imprint once more.

Another possibility is that the Azure Emperor no longer wanted to bear this karma, and his disciples served him.

With the disappearance of Taiwei Blessed Land, this causal connection has lost its source and ceases to exist.

Either way, it is extremely dangerous. Who cares about the ancestral master's dying wish? Opening the forbidden area three times will surely bring disaster.

Two hundred thousand years ago, the then-master of the blessed land entered once, and the Azure Emperor entered once. Since then, no one has truly entered the forbidden land that contains the mark of the Heavenly Venerable.

To show his sincerity, Zhong Zhu clasped his hands together, and many of the myriad divine rays flew upwards backwards and then shrank back into the void.

"If you add this fan in your hand as an extra, I won't hold it against you."

Bai Zichen spoke in a casual tone, as if he were begging for a blade of grass by the roadside.

The banana leaf fan failed to stir up the innate youthful energy, but it was clear at a glance that it was no ordinary storm.

One should focus on one's own path; unless it is a rare and precious treasure, it will remain idle in one's hands.

However, his three avatars are different, and whether or not they possess powerful magic weapons directly affects their combat strength.

Huang Tingjing's incarnation is the weakest, but with the extra banana leaf fan for protection, there are few who can defeat him, at least among those in the Void Refinement stage.

"How can it be!"

Zhong Zhu jumped up, saying that opening up the brand damaged the Taiwei Blessed Land, and the banana leaf fan was like cutting off one's own flesh.

But before he could make the next move, the light of the sword descended several feet further, closing in step by step.

"Wait, fellow Daoist, wait! It is indeed a great loss that you did not obtain the Primordial Qi Azure this time. It was my oversight. This Eight Winds Eight Transformations Fan can represent a token of my goodwill."

Zhong Zhu was enveloped by the light of the Time Sword, and his connection with the Great Dao became blurred, so he quickly changed his tune.

Nothing external is more important than life itself.

Moreover, the Eight Winds and Eight Transformations Fan is a purely destructive magic weapon, offering no benefit to reincarnation.

Once you understand this, giving up something won't feel so regrettable.

"Please show me the way, I am very curious about the Heavenly Venerable's mark and have long wanted to see it."

Bai Zichen caught the thrown banana leaf fan, and the light of the Time Sword landed, forming a circle of illusory cage.

Now that the sword has been drawn, it would be a waste to let it dissipate. It's a good time to try out the newly researched variation of the Azure Emperor's Longevity Sword.

It split into several paths, forming an illusory sword cage.

If the bell and candle show any abnormality, the light of the Time Sword will suddenly erupt, and they will be immediately swept into the river of time.

It could be said that his life was in his hands.

"Fellow Taoist, come with me."

Circumstances dictate that Zhong Zhu must keep his head down and keep moving forward, cursing his dead disciples in his heart.

If they hadn't lured people in, preventing the Blessed Land Formation from functioning fully, this calamity wouldn't have occurred.

After flying over several mountain ranges, amidst the misty clouds, a purple bamboo forest came into view.

“Back then, our ancestor became a disciple of the Heavenly Emperor here, studied Taoist arts, and lived here for thousands of years… This is why there are entanglements. The passage of time is unpredictable. Even if one achieves perfect unity and stays for too long, something will happen. One trip in and out can last for hundreds of years.”

Zhong Zhu looked towards the purple bamboo forest with a sigh, his feelings of holding a treasure trove but being unable to use it were not something he could tell outsiders.

"Many powerful individuals coveted the ancestral master's mark, but they all hesitated before the bamboo forest. Only the Azure Emperor broke the rule."

"Alright, allow me to take a look."

Bai Zichen felt an immense attraction from the purple bamboo forest, as if something within it was calling to him.

Having understood the secret hidden here, there is a good chance that by surpassing the Five Virtues Longevity Peach Tree, one can truly find the answer one needs.

Correspondingly, the risks also increase exponentially.

If what remains inside is not the mark of the Celestial Venerable of Immortality, but rather a backup plan of the Heavenly Emperor, they might be trapped and unable to leave.

The foot that had been taken paused only slightly before it firmly stepped forward.

To defy the Heavenly Emperor is a perilous path; once you begin, there is no turning back.

If you're not even willing to take this small risk, then don't even dream of making that unprecedented rebellion in the history of the Three Realms.

Just be a humble being undergoing tribulation, abandon all illusions, and wait for the Heavenly Emperor to awaken.

"You're so arrogant! You think you can do what the Azure Emperor could do!"

Once the figures disappeared, Zhong Zhu's face darkened, and he said through gritted teeth.

He assumed the visitor was a disciple of the Azure Emperor, and that regardless of their purpose, they were taking the opportunity to benefit from the greatest fortune of the Taiwei Blessed Land.

Don't they realize that in millions of years, only the Azure Emperor has successfully comprehended it, while many great figures at the level of the Five Sons have given up halfway?

The blessed land owner who entered the Purple Bamboo Grove believed that his talent was on par with that of the patriarch, and that his achievements on the path of time had reached their limit.

As a result, when he emerged from the Purple Bamboo Forest a hundred days later, he had become wrinkled and white-haired, with cloudy eyes and a mouth full of meaningless ramblings.

After years of suffering, he died in his bed like any other ordinary person.

"This kid mustn't die of old age in the bamboo forest, causing me to lose my Eight Winds and Eight Changes Fan inside... It would be best if he came out and then died on the spot when his life force was exhausted!"

Thinking this way, Zhong Zhu felt much of the frustration in his heart dissipate.

What's given away will eventually come back to you, and the other party will most likely be dead and gone, so you won't lose anything and you'll even get your revenge.

As for the widely circulated belief that the Purple Bamboo Forest must be sealed off after entering three times or a great calamity will befall the world, Zhong Zhu paid no attention to it.

With his aptitude, he was destined to be forever separated from the path of time and would have given up long ago.

Since he wasn't thinking about that aspect, it meant he suffered no loss.

……

Chaos reigns above and below, front and back; darkness surrounds the past and future.

After traversing countless eons and crossing numerous Pure Lands, one finally sees a perfect, flawless, and radiant Buddhist world.

There are countless merit ponds here, where white lotuses bloom everywhere, exuding a timeless Zen-like atmosphere.

Anyone who sees this scene will be speechless. There are only a hundred named merit pools in the world, each with its own specific function.

After all, the total number of artifacts passed down from the previous era couldn't possibly be that many.

The Eight Treasures Merit Pool of the Heavenly Palace is the most famous, as it can help sixth-level body-forging cultivators achieve physical sainthood, ensuring the continued prosperity of the Heavenly Palace's body-forging path.

For those who wish to cultivate their physical body, the Heavenly Palace is the best place, even surpassing the Daoist court.

Compared to what's right now, even if you add them all together, it's still just a drop in the ocean.

It only makes one wonder if they are mistaken or if it is a fake that is all show and no substance.

But given the vastness and grandeur of this Buddhist world, it's impossible to set up replicas.

This scene is so intriguing; how was it achieved?

White lotuses sway, revealing a few lotus seeds in the pond, from which one can vaguely see a human figure being conceived.

A merit pond holds a lotus seed; the entire Buddhist land truly holds countless bodies.

In the distance, a young novice monk carries a glass vase, running barefoot on lotus leaves without wobbling.

Holding the bottle in his right hand, he dipped his left hand in water and flicked it, the water droplets landing precisely on the lotus seeds.

In the blink of an eye, the young novice had completed over a hundred merit pools.

They seem tireless, tireless, and forever moving forward.

If someone were present, they would be able to tell that he was using an extremely advanced supernatural ability, something that ordinary Buddhist practitioners could not achieve.

"Oh dear, why has this lotus seed withered?"

The black lotus seed lowered its head, becoming hazy, and the human form receded into chaos.

The young novice monk remembered that his master had specifically mentioned this lotus seed, indicating that it was a relatively important one among the countless Sambhogakaya bodies.

They immediately put down their work and went to report to their master.

The lotus seeds in the Merit Pond grow extremely slowly, and they rarely perish completely.

Looking back after thousands of years, it's possible that no difference will be found.

"Master, the body of Agent A309 is withering away, as if it has lost all its vitality."

The young novice monk ran to the four towering Bodhi trees. The trees were clear and bright inside and out, pure and free, and looking at them made him feel insignificant.

He immediately knelt down and loudly reported the situation.

"Number 309...is that the body that was left in the Hidden Dragon Realm?"

At the top of the four Bodhi trees, connected by a crystal-like throne, lies a plump Maitreya Buddha, his mouth always smiling, as he pinches lotus seeds and throws them into his large mouth.

No matter which direction you look from, the fat Maitreya Buddha appears to be the same, as if there are countless people facing him.

Beneath the seat lies an immeasurable Buddhist realm.

Each Bodhi leaf is a complete pure land, inhabited by countless living beings.

And there are countless Bodhi leaves like these.

He rules over countless Buddha kingdoms, resides high above the immeasurable Pure Land, connects heaven and earth, and has countless manifestations. He is the master of the Saha Buddha Land, one of the five sons of the human race, and the ancient Buddha mentioned by Tian Jianzi.

At his level, there are very few things that interest him anymore; apart from how to take the final step, everything else is illusory.

The ascension of Bodhisattvas, the change of Buddhas in the Saha Buddha Land, and even the turmoil in the Three Realms are all irrelevant to him.

He could sense that he was only a hair's breadth away from the unprecedented realm of Buddhahood.

In any case, among all Buddhas, the future Buddha is his reward body, and is one of the five great Buddhas residing in the Saha Buddha Land.

There is another incarnation who can travel with Tianjianzi without being suspected of being the true body, which shows the extent of his cultivation.

Even without his presence, the Saha World remains well-ordered and proceeds according to his will.

The Buddha has been around for at least 100,000 years and has not used his full power.

Unless he challenges a true spirit, there is no target worth his attention.

"Indeed, my master mentioned it four thousand years ago, asking me if I showed any signs of rapid growth."

The young novice was supported by a lotus platform and raised to the same level as the Bodhi tree.

He raised his head slightly and saw the fat Maitreya eating lotus seeds one by one, which startled him so much that he slammed his head to the ground again.

Only a disciple like him, who had been tending to the Merit Pond year-round, could discern out of the corner of his eye that these were not ordinary lotus seeds, but lotus seeds in the Merit Pond that were nurturing human figures.

At that moment, the fat Maitreya treated them as snacks and swallowed dozens of them in the blink of an eye.

"Great, changes are a good thing!"

The fat Maitreya Buddha always had a smile on his face, and it was impossible to know whether he was truly happy or angry.

"The Three Realms are a stagnant pool. Even if I seek the middle path, it will be difficult to make a breakthrough. The whole world will try to stop me from taking the final step."

"If Buddhism is allowed to rise above Mahayana Buddhism, how can there be any place for immortals in the Earthly Immortal Realm!"

The young novice monk dared not engage in such a discussion, pressing his forehead tightly against the lotus leaf.

"Issue my decree, ordering all the great Buddhas to rush to the Heavenly Abyss to subdue demons and eliminate evil; order all the demon gods in the Earthly Immortal Realm who have been summoned by my talisman to take action. After being raised for so many tens of thousands of years, they must not have grown fat by now."

The Buddha turned the prayer beads in his hand, circled them once, and slowly spoke.

"I understand, I will do it immediately."

The young novice waited a moment, and when he was sure there were no other instructions, he backed away from the Bodhi tree.

A single sentence could cause a huge upheaval in the Immortal Realm.

"Is the Demon Buddha's incarnation dead or imprisoned? In that world, there is actually someone who can defeat my incarnation... Could it be that the person we've been waiting for has finally appeared!"

Buddha never expected that a seemingly insignificant move would have the potential to play a decisive role.

I thought at the time that if things were really as I expected, that person was probably no match for me, but dragging him down would still be useful.

It's merely a matter of borrowing luck on behalf of the deceased, creating a tiny opening for the original entity.

"We're determined to offend the Heavenly Emperor severely, but once we take that step, we'll be on the same path. What is there to fear?"

Its plump body straightened up, wobbled to its feet, opened its mouth wide and inhaled, sending all the lotus seeds flying towards it.

Some of the most mature lotus seeds are so lifelike that they are clearly shaped like human figures.

The Buddha simply opened his mouth wide, and countless Buddha images entered his body, all forming the Nirvana Mudra. The surging, boundless Buddhist intent seemed to fill the three realms.

The fruits cultivated over many years have finally come to a bountiful harvest. Not to mention one's own incarnation, the entire Saha world, all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and countless sentient beings are all worth offering as sacrifices.

As long as he can elevate the Pure Land to its highest level, connect the three realms, and imprint his mark on every node of the past, present, and future, he will become a Buddha.

The dead can be reborn in his pure land, so what is the point of sacrifice?

(End of this chapter)