Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 826 The palace is too empty
The nine ancestral gods represent the five elements of heaven and earth, and the cycle of birth and death of yin and yang.

It is the foundation upon which this world operates.

For both religions, these nine ancestral gods are actually a very troublesome matter.

Even if there are two Buddhas, Yuqing and Xianshi, who have transcended to the level of esoteric beings and whose realm has surpassed that of the Ancestral Gods, if someone were to actually attack them and cause them any harm, the world would be thrown into turmoil.

These nine pathways are all indispensable.

Without fire, the five elements are incomplete; without extinguishing, the world is in chaos. As for yin and yang, there must be no slightest error.

The two religions only wanted to replace the position of the True God Religion and let these ancestral gods return to their rightful place; they did not want to destroy this world.

Since it is a manifestation of the Heavenly Law, then it should obediently become an inanimate object and be controlled by the Celestial Court, instead of wandering the mortal world as a living being and interfering in its affairs.

Since the two leaders transcended worldly concerns, they have been preoccupied with this matter.

Over the long years, and given that the nine ancestral gods naturally preferred to sleep, they finally accomplished most of the task. After falling into slumber, most of the ancestral gods never woke up again.

The cultivation levels of the two transcendent experts were like an invisible hand, gently lulling them to sleep in an endless dream, with only one more needed to achieve perfection.

Who could have predicted that some trivial matters in the Southern Continent would suddenly alert the righteous gods who were still active in the world? This group of people spent a lot of effort to awaken the last ancestral god who was about to fall into eternal slumber.

Thinking of this, the present Buddha couldn't help but glance at the future Buddha, whose face was full of helplessness.

It's hard to say that this matter has nothing to do with the other party.

But actually, this trouble isn't that big. After all, the Fire Ancestral God didn't notice anything amiss. He simply wanted to avenge the Righteous God Sect. Just give him face and coax him back, and that's it.

"Then this old monk will stop for now."

The Buddha of the present world withdrew his gaze. He now needed to extricate himself from his duties to capture the demon emperor who was causing chaos in the world. The eight ancestral gods who had been suppressed by the two of them and put into a deep sleep should now be handed over to the Jade Purity Sect Master.

This process requires utmost care.

If these ancestral gods are alarmed and they become aware of the intentions of the two religions, they will surely rise up in resistance with all their might.

If we were to suppress them again using forceful means, and accidentally injure one or two of them... or even shatter one of the nine meridians, the consequences would be countless times more serious than those of that little demon emperor.

"Please rest assured, Buddha, we will assist our senior brother."

The two leaders of Shangqing and Taiqing slightly raised their palms, concentrated their minds and breathed, and infused their divine souls into the behemoth that is the Heavenly Dao, carefully sensing the nine thickest meridians.

If the other two categories are like mayflies, then the Three Pure Ones can be called the eyes of Heaven, and the three Buddhas of the past, present, and future together form the ears. With their combined power, they can deceive Heaven's vision and hearing.

These nine ancestral gods are the skeletons that support the body of this giant beast.

The body must follow the movements of the eyes and ears; if the movements are reversed, it is an inversion of the Heavenly Stems!

"bring it on."

The handover would take a little time. The Buddha's expression became slightly more solemn. He slowly and carefully extracted his soul from the four meridians that he was responsible for suppressing, and then the Three Pure Ones joined forces to accept it.

"..."

The future Buddha silently watched all of this.

The other party is a transcendent being in this life, and the great power they wield is beyond even the reach of the sect leader himself.

The more serious the expression on the Buddha's face and the more careful his movements at this moment, the more it demonstrated the other party's determination to resolve all the troubles at once.

I wonder if Shen Yi would be happy or apprehensive if she found out about this.

As a first-rank emperor, the fact that he could receive such attention from a transcendent Buddha also meant that the other party's chances of survival were extremely slim.

"As for the one still outside..."

The Buddha of the present world suddenly opened his eyes. Before he set off, he decided that the ancestral god who was currently walking in the world should at least be controlled, if not put back into slumber, so that he would not have the opportunity to go back and awaken the other ancestral gods and interrupt this handover.

"He's been looking for me, so just leave it to me."

The future Buddha slowly rose to his feet, a chilling smile appearing on his face.

He knew better than anyone that the Ancestral Gods were a bigger problem than Shen Yi. In other words, if these nine were not properly settled, the Buddha of the present world would not dare to set off for the Divine Dynasty with peace of mind.

This might be the last bit of time he can buy for that unpredictable change.

Although I don't know what use this little bit of time will actually be.

"..."

However, not only the Buddha in the present world, but also the other religious leaders present glanced at him with a slightly strange look, and no one spoke to him, as if they had not heard him at all.

No one knows what anyone else is thinking.

The reason why no one mentioned it was simply to save face for this future Buddha.

In the minds of many religious leaders, this person is no different from Houtu Huangdiqi; both are immortals and Buddhas who are positioned incorrectly.

People usually ignore his petty squabbles and underhanded antics, letting him amuse himself as he pleases. But how could we possibly entrust him with something so important?

"Cough cough."

The future Buddha stood somewhat awkwardly on the lotus platform, about to explain a few more words, but was interrupted by the present Buddha.

"This matter will be entrusted to the Buddha of the past. Please take the remaining Buddhas with you and make sure it is done quickly and efficiently."

"This old monk will set off immediately."

The emaciated monk nodded slightly, then slowly drifted away from the vast sea of ​​clouds aboard his lotus platform.

"As for you," the present Buddha looked to the future and said calmly, "As I said before, since you find it troublesome, then you don't need to worry about the Ancestral God's affairs. Since you have nothing to do, go and keep an eye on the North Pole Emperor to prevent the Houtu Emperor from causing any more trouble."

"This……"

The future Buddha cursed inwardly. The other party wasn't afraid that Houtu would cause trouble; they were clearly afraid that he would secretly cause trouble down there again, so they just made up an excuse to send him away.

Forget it, kid, you'd better pray for yourself.

The cult leaders had their intentions written all over their faces. If the Future Buddha continued to pester them, he would only be humiliating himself. He could only laugh awkwardly and slap his disciple on the head: "What are you still standing here for? Can't you see they're chasing us away? Hurry up and go, at least you'll have some peace and quiet."

Without saying a word, the monk Zhikong followed the Future Buddha and left the sea of ​​clouds.

He dared not show the slightest worry, for fear that these distinguished beings would discover his unusual behavior.

Only after leaving the Northern Continent did Zhikong close his eyes, his face filled with a daze.

During his time following the future Buddha, he witnessed many things that were unimaginable before, and he also learned what transcendence meant, an existence that even the Emperor could not resist.

Just like that day, he witnessed firsthand how the Earth Goddess Houtu was suppressed. The supreme and ineffable Heaven and Earth Parents could not even stir up a ripple.

Zhikong desperately wants to send the message out, even at the cost of his life.

But when he looked up at the figure in front of him, a hint of despair flashed in his eyes.

Zhikong could see that this "master" was not of the same mind as the other immortals and Buddhas, but he could also see that the other party was different from Houtu Niangniang. He was only concerned with his future and nothing else, so he could not give up everything.

Saying a few words from the side is fine, but getting the future Buddha to do something outrageous is highly unlikely.

Just then, the Future Buddha yawned lazily: "I'm tired and need to find a place to rest. You go and keep an eye on things over there. If anything happens..."

The old monk turned back and gave Zhikong a deep look: "You can send another message to your master."

The words fell.

Zhikong's vision blurred, and he felt dizzy.

When he came to his senses, he found himself on a mountaintop, surrounded by a group of immortals exuding a vast and pure aura.

"..." Monk Zhikong was stunned for a long time before looking up in disbelief.

The unexpected turn of events the other party mentioned naturally refers to the fact that Houtu Niangniang would be unable to contain her emotions and forcibly break through the restrictions to emerge.

But even if something like this, which would benefit Lord Shen, actually happened, how could I possibly send a message to the Future Buddha?

Zhikong is not stupid. Even though he has been trying his best to hide it, how could the future Buddha, as the leader of the sect, not notice anything amiss? Now he has entrusted this matter to me and given me the opportunity to act alone and leak the two sects' plans. Isn't this a tacit approval?
In the sky, the old monk felt the gazes from below and a smile appeared on his face.

However, compared to the chill he had deliberately created earlier, his smile was now very calm, with only a hint of ferocity hidden deep in his eyes.

To be honest, if the entire calamity proceeded smoothly without any waves, even if the Future Buddha was dissatisfied, he could only go with the flow. Therefore, the most outrageous thing he ever did was to intentionally or unintentionally hint to the monks to take action against the righteous gods, and that was all.

The problem was that someone gave him a glimmer of hope.

Like a ray of light in the long night, it was so dazzling.

Then, the others had to extinguish the light in front of him.

Once that fleeting thought of greed arises in your heart, how easy is it to suppress it again?

Should he remain a figurehead leader for life, or take a gamble and become a true Buddha...? He wanted to make a decision immediately, but he needed someone else to give him a push.

It seems that this is far from enough.

But he still refused to let that light go out.

"This humble monk greets all the immortals."

As the old monk departed, Monk Zhikong finally withdrew his gaze and greeted the crowd ahead.

Even after consuming the Golden Cicada Dao Path and staying by the giant's side to refine it with his help, his cultivation level would undergo earth-shattering changes every day. However, his starting point was still too low, and compared to these Golden Immortals, he was still just an insignificant minor cultivator.

The immortals were taken aback for a moment, but dared not be the slightest bit presumptuous.

Led by Xuanweizi, they all stood up to return the greeting.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Jin Chan."

"Junior Brother Jin Chan, you're too kind."

The leaders of both religions have reconciled, and the two religions need to work together openly.

This little monk is no ordinary person.

The future Buddha once took on disciples and bestowed upon them the path to enlightenment, but none of them were like this, always kept by his side and treated like his own children. Compared to this, the fallen Golden Toad Monk was not even worthy of being called a Dharma protector.

It can be said that this person will definitely have a place on the future Buddha Lotus.

Such a fortunate opportunity has made many people envious and even a little jealous.

Unfortunately, Monk Zhikong seemed completely unaware of his potential for instant advancement, and even disregarded these things entirely. He composed himself and simply explained his purpose.

"The Buddhas are indeed very meticulous."

After learning why Jin Chanzi had come, the Arctic Emperor nodded slightly and looked back at the mansion below the abyss.

With another future Buddha presiding over this place, it should be enough to dispel this woman's thoughts.

At the same time, Houtu Niangniang also looked up indifferently.

Shi Mu bit her lip hard.

Having served the Empress for many years, she could naturally sense that the other party was constantly mobilizing her inner strength, preparing to break through at any moment.

However, with another emperor watching over them, and now with the addition of the leader of the Bodhi Sect, they have no chance of winning and no opportunity to leave this place.

Just as the atmosphere became slightly tense.

Monk Zhikong quietly turned around, even though this was a trap deliberately set for him by the two sects, he had no choice but to jump in now.

If we don't spread the word now, we'll never have another chance.

……

Five dark, ancient cities.

Below them were figures shimmering with golden light.

Sitting on the throne, Wu Jun felt like his buttocks were being pricked with needles. He secretly glanced at Ke Shisan in the distance and found that although the boy appeared calm, he was actually clenching the armrests so tightly that he almost crushed them. Only then did Wu Jun breathe a sigh of relief, realizing that he wasn't the only one who was nervous.

It's only been a short time! Before it was tamed by its master, it was only enough time for it to take a nap.

He initially felt that based on his great contributions to his master, he was well-deserving of the title of Palace Master. The highest level he could manage was the Dao Realm, which was about the same as his own abilities.

but now……

Wu Jun glanced down in fear and almost fainted.

These are all clay sculptures from those shrines and temples, and they would be placed on the top shelf even on an offering table.

"Stealing the sky and changing the sun".

The Eastern Emperor slowly looked back and saw the monks before him, including nearly twenty Great Freedom Bodhisattvas.

Even if this spectacle isn't quite as impressive as the Celestial Court's for the time being, it's still quite formidable.

He gave a bitter smile.

The Emperor should have been fearless, but he felt the fear of death in front of Shen Yi, and even now, he feels that even death has become a luxury.

The dignified emperor had been reduced to a prisoner, a puppet whose life was at the mercy of others.

"Shen Yi, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?!"

"I'm afraid, so I need to transcend."

Before the crowd paid homage, above the five palace masters, a young man in black robes sat high in the clouds, his imperial voice slowly echoing out.

The Eastern Emperor wanted to rebuke again, but as soon as the thought arose, a violent tearing sensation struck his body, as if uttering another wrong word would cause him to completely lose consciousness.

He glanced around and finally understood why all these bodhisattvas were silent and still.

The Eastern Emperor sadly closed his eyes: "There are very few paths to transcendence in this world. The Buddha, the Trinity, controls the long river of time, while the Three Pure Ones transformed into one breath, separating the pure from the turbid. They are the purity of this world."

"Originally, there was still one stream of turbidity left..."

In the beginning of chaos, the clear became the sky, and the turbid became the earth.

The term "turbid" refers to the mortal world.

This is the third path to transcendence, but unfortunately, Shen Yi has already blocked it with his own hands.

"Even if you rely on the imperial aura and hide in the imperial city, the sect leader will not let you go again."

"How much longer can you hide?" The Eastern Emperor asked with a silly laugh, while the Joyful True Buddha, in a daze, also looked up.

Under everyone's gaze, Shen Yi did not respond.

His figure slowly disappeared into the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

As he left, the appearance of the outside world flashed by in an instant, leaving all the immortals and Buddhas stunned.

It was a boundless wilderness, with a clear sky and no yellow clouds.

Just when everyone thought Shen Yi would stay in the capital and make a last-ditch effort, this emperor actually took the initiative to leave the Divine Dynasty!
(End of this chapter)