Taoist Master Xuanhuang

"Quick, set up the formation!"

Those who see it in the Buddhist temple understand what opportunity is in an instant.

The opportunity lies in the scattered origins caused by the collapse of the realm; the preciousness of these origins goes without saying.

"go with!"

Even monks would be envious; they would drool.

The opportunity arose on the Pagoda of Cause and Effect. How much of this dissipated primordial power could one person absorb and refine?

As mentioned earlier, this is not the Star Mother Primordial Sovereign's method of destroying the world; it is something that can be gradually overcome and refined.

This is the disintegration of a realm under the rules of heaven and earth, so it is very fast.

If one relies solely on personal refinement, the substance may dissipate before much has been refined.

To gain more, the Pagoda of Cause and Effect is needed to absorb it.

The Pagoda of Cause and Effect has no specific number of levels, making it virtually infinite and currently the best method.

"rise!"

The Buddhist sect reacted swiftly, with a group of eminent monks sitting cross-legged and activating the Pagoda of Cause and Effect to frantically absorb the scattered source energy.

"Boom——"

It was as if a hole had been opened in the heavens and earth, and the vast primordial energy was absorbed into the Pagoda of Cause and Effect.

However, even so, the speed of the realm's collapse was still faster. All told, from the discovery of the realm's collapse to the arrival of the Buddhist sect and the beginning of absorbing its essence,
It absorbed less than 40% of the original power; more than 60% of the original power was erased by the rules of heaven and earth, returning to its original form as the power of heaven and earth.

But that was enough; it was a completely unexpected delight.

The Buddhist sect's first goal was to kill a saint, but unexpectedly, not only did it go too smoothly, they also gained a realm's origin for free.

What more could you ask for?
As if it had eaten too much, the pagoda became much heavier, and even the Buddhist high-ranking officials, who were pushing it with all their might, felt a bit strained.

It's not hard to imagine that after absorbing so much source power, it won't be long before the Causal Pagoda refines this source power and reaches the level of a fourth-tier magic weapon.

This is the first fourth-tier magic weapon crafted by human cultivators, and it is of great significance.

This can be considered a moment of great achievement for Buddhism, but!

Minghui had a vague feeling that something was wrong, like a storm was brewing.

However, this is not the time to investigate. At this moment, the Buddhist monks have successfully acquired the goods, and everyone is all smiles.

Looking at the once vast territory, now erased by the rules, leaving behind a seemingly chaotic but vibrant land, the Buddhist sect knew that their third gain had arrived.

The saying "When a whale falls, all things come to life" is quite fitting here.

The demise of one realm always brings other opportunities.

The scattered primordial power is most abundant on this land beneath our feet. Before long, this place will become a treasure land full of spiritual energy, permeated with Dao essence, and where spiritual veins are born.

This has been documented.

There are records of the realm where the Star Mother Yuanjun was destroyed, in which all the essence of the surrounding area was concentrated in the realm.

The birth of a new realm greatly influences the prosperity of its surrounding areas.

The birth of the realm was like a giant, greedy snake, devouring all the surrounding life force, spiritual energy, and everything else.

Only then can the conditions for the birth of a realm be met.

Once a realm perishes, it returns to its original state and gives back to the earth, quickly transforming into a vibrant little holy land.

Moreover, it's even better than the realm that the Star Mother Primordial Sovereign destroyed.

After all, with the destruction of the Star Mother Primordial Sovereign, a small portion of her essence was wasted.

The Enlightenment Realm is different; it was directly destroyed by the sweeping rules, and more of its essence dissipated into the world. Since it is the closest to the world, it has received the most benefits.

This is the third takeaway.

The Buddhist community was also in a state of division, and the leaders of some factions set their sights on this place.

However, now is not the time to fight; let's talk about everything back at headquarters.

However, they didn't just leave; they left behind many experts to occupy this place.

If they all leave and someone else discovers they got a good deal, the loss would be too great.

…………

"Boom!"

Heaven bestows merit!

Qingyun Mountain, a sacred place, has peaks that pierce the sky like jade hairpins, with temples and palaces appearing and disappearing amidst the surging sea of ​​clouds.

The Buddhist headquarters, Dajue Chanlin, sits atop the main peak. Its golden roof and glazed tiles radiate a warm yet profound Buddhist light under the blazing sun. The sounds of morning bells and evening drums, like a tranquil pulse, maintain the solemn order of this sacred place for millennia.

Suddenly, the celestial phenomena became abnormal.

The midday sun was not obscured by the clouds, but its light was instantly diluted by another entity—not dimmed, but covered by a purer, more primal light!

The heavens have torn open a gigantic maw of mercy!
Silently, the clouds above the heavens naturally split open to both sides, creating a gap hundreds of millions of miles long.

Deep within the rift, instead of a pitch-black universe, flowed a warm, profound, and all-encompassing azure-colored light. Then, an indescribable torrent of seven colors crashed down from the core of the rift!
This torrent is neither light nor air: it has the brilliance of light, yet is as condensed as liquid glass; it has the flow of air, yet is as heavy as the molten essence of stars.

With Daoist principles as its core, the surging flow is not simply composed of energy, but rather of countless intricate and ever-flowing golden runes.

Each rune is like a miniature star, containing the supreme essence of perfect goodness, benevolence, and justice. Wrapped around the runes are seven colors of light: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—the Seven Virtues. These seven colors are not fixed, but rather intermingle, transform, and rise together like living things, embodying the immeasurable merits of "nurturing, educating, protecting, sacrificing, ordering, purifying, and compassion," like the seven virtues rotating in a cycle.

A silent thunderclap, a torrent of water cascading down, without a sound of it breaking through the air, only an overwhelming sense of the weight of the space permeating the surrounding area.

At this moment, all the plants and trees on the peaks of Qingyun Mountain, whether new buds or ancient trees, bowed deeply in unison and naturally towards the direction of the cascading torrent. This was not due to any pressure, but rather a natural sense of closeness and reverence.

Wherever the torrent passed, the void was stained with a layer of pure and flawless glassy luster—the traces of heaven washing away the glass.

The purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth that perpetually surrounds the sacred land is found only in the seemingly non-existent Xuanhuang Main Peak.

Compared to it, other peaks appear as murky as dust.

The air became exceptionally fresh and clear; each breath felt like drinking nectar, cleansing the marrow and cleansing the spirit.

Whether it was the shadow of accumulated inner demons or the dust of resentment accumulated in the crevices of the rocks, all were silently smoothed out by the supremely benevolent and righteous power contained in this torrent.

The landing point was none other than the Great Enlightenment Zen Forest!

The seven-colored torrent did not crash down violently, but rather, as if possessing sentience, it suddenly differentiated, flowed, and permeated at the very moment it was about to touch the highest point, the "Great Hero Golden Summit":
With the golden roof transforming into a lotus platform, the entire gilded bronze hall seemed to come alive, and the countless Buddha and Bodhisattva reliefs on its surface instantly radiated boundless light.

Golden light and a torrent of seven colors merged, coalescing at the top of the hall into a gigantic, seven-colored lotus platform of merit, slowly unfurling and covering the entire mountain peak. The lotus petals swirled, and seven-colored rays of light, like jewels, cascaded down, enveloping the entire Zen grove.

The Buddha's realm appears in illusion. In the depths of the Zen forest, in the caves where eminent monks and virtuous masters secluded themselves, in the stupa forest enshrining the relics of the true meaning, and even in the gaps between the bricks and tiles of the scripture pavilion, golden Buddha images, some bright and some dim, rise up (upon closer inspection, they are actually the appearance of Xuanhuang).

These illusory figures are not independent, but rather transform into countless fine golden streams of light, actively welcoming the descending seven-colored torrent, merging with it, growing stronger, and finally flowing into the enormous seven-colored lotus platform.

In the sacred land of Liuli, the seven-colored glow of the sunset, like a gentle waterfall, cascades silently down from the edge of the lotus platform, flowing and overflowing along the eaves, white jade steps, and ancient Bodhi trees of the Zen forest.

Wherever you go, the bricks and stones are as warm and smooth as jade, the ancient trees and leaves are as green and fresh as new, and even the moss in the corners shimmers with a translucent light.

The entire Dajue Chan Forest seemed to be bathed and reborn in pure nectar of merit.

"what happened?"

This sudden change startled all the cultivators of Qingyun Mountain.

There was only one place that remained completely still, unmoved even by the vastness of heavenly merit. It seemed to transcend merit and all cause and effect, making it difficult for merit to approach.

This is the main peak where Xuanhuang is located.

However, this unimaginable scene struck like a heavy drumbeat in the hearts of all living beings on Qingyun Mountain.

Daoist sect - Zixiao Cloud Platform.

On the "Purple Cloud Terrace" high on the East Peak, several Taoist elders suddenly froze in their whisks.

The leading old Taoist priest held a "Hun Tian Jade Ball" (a jade mirror for peeping at the heavens) that had been nurtured for a hundred years.

With a "crack," a spiderweb-like crack appeared on the surface! His eyes widened, the deep pupils reflecting the torrent of seven colors, and he murmured as if in a trance:

"Heavens... Heaven's favor... Such abundant virtue... could only be obtained through great merit... Could it be that Buddhism... has successfully annihilated the demon-possessed saint?"

It is a department that all four super sects have, the inner sect that sorts out the sect's fortune and merits.

Confucianism - Haoran Academy.

Deep within the Haoran Academy on the western slope, the sound of students reading aloud abruptly ceased.

The plaque with the words "Upright and Bright" written in the original handwriting of the Supreme Sage (the real Confucius) hanging in the center of the Minglun Hall suddenly burst out with unprecedentedly brilliant golden light, almost breaking free from the plaque's constraints!
Inside the hall, the bamboo slips and jade books in the hands of the great scholars moved on their own without wind, rustling and making a sound. Countless illusory images of words carrying the wisdom of sages appeared uncontrollably.

A white-haired Confucian scholar, his beard and hair standing on end, gazed in the direction of the seven-colored torrent, his voice tinged with a barely perceptible bitterness: "Immeasurable merit... the merit of education? the virtue of protection? No, no! This is the success of slaying a demon-possessed saint?"

His tone was filled with a suffocating sense of shock.

Martial Arts Alliance - Shaking Mountain Martial Arts Arena:

The "Shaking Mountain Martial Arts Arena" on the North Cliff was originally a place where blood and energy soared to the sky and shouts shook the heavens.

At this moment, all the martial artists who were training their bodies on the training ground froze instantly! Their surging blood and qi, which they were so proud of and which could shake mountains, were involuntarily restrained, quieted down, and even trembled slightly under the bright seven-colored light.
Several grandmaster-level experts (grandmasters refer to masters in the Martial Arts Alliance who have gathered various battle intents) had their muscles taut and as strong as steel, but fine beads of cold sweat seeped from their foreheads, and their pupils were as narrowed as pinpoints as they stared intently at the flowing seven-colored glow.

One man's Adam's apple bobbed as he growled hoarsely, "Damn it... what domineering 'momentum'! Subduing the enemy without a fight... this... this is the power recognized by the merits of heaven and earth?!"

The vast martial arts arena fell into a deathly silence, with only heavy breathing rising and falling like the panting of trapped beasts.

Spirit beasts of rogue cultivators, the Eight Great Masters, and birds and beasts:

Countless cultivators who had secluded themselves in the various Qingyun Three Thousand Caves were deeply shaken.

The cranes and birds that used to flit between the peaks all folded their wings and landed, lowering their long necks toward the Zen forest.

The powerful spirit beasts, who had been cultivating in seclusion in the deep ravine, opened their millstone-sized demonic eyes in horror. The depths of their pupils reflected seven colors, revealing a deep fear and incomprehensible awe.

Throughout the holy land, wherever they were, all living beings involuntarily stopped what they were doing, their eyes captured by the only color in the world, their minds filled with immense bewilderment and awe.

The seven-colored torrent continued to pour in for a full nine breaths.

Nine breaths later, the crack in the sky slowly closed, as if it had never appeared.

But the cascading torrent of seven colors has not completely dissipated; its essence has been thoroughly integrated into every inch of land, every brick, and every Bodhi leaf of the Great Awakening Zen Forest.

At this moment, the entire Dajue Chanlin complex is enveloped in a warm, translucent, and iridescent luster. From a distance, it no longer appears merely as a magnificent golden structure, but rather as a giant, seven-colored Buddhist treasure inlaid atop Qingyun Mountain.

The Dao's blessings permeate the air with a profound aura that brings peace of mind, eliminates distracting thoughts, and even subtly enhances enlightenment. Being in it feels like being constantly nourished and protected by the power of pure merit.

A rainbow of fortune, a condensed and dazzling seven-colored rainbow of fortune, rose from the lotus platform at the Golden Summit and soared straight into the sky, leaving an enduring and sacred mark on the sky above Qingyun Mountain, proclaiming the glorious favor of the heavens!
"What a petty heart!"

Within the main peak, a phantom slowly appeared.

It is the manifestation of the will of Xuanhuang.

He looked up at the main peak of the Buddhist temple, but what he saw was not some divine blessing, but rather a 'provocation' from heaven and earth.

It was merely the slaying of a demonic saint; it was far more than that.

The coincidence is that the headquarters of the Buddhist sect is located in Qingyun Mountain, in Xuanhuang's old lair.

This place is already a place that even the will of heaven and earth finds difficult to reach, or even dares not to reach.

Qingyun Mountain Holy Land is a mythical place in the world, a forbidden place, a place that does not exist.

The will of Heaven and Earth will avoid it.

But an opportunity has arisen. Slaying the demonic saint brings merit from heaven, and the Heavenly Dao can finally descend openly and legitimately. It is certain that Xuanhuang cannot express any dissatisfaction.

What is a mere fourth-tier demonic saint?
In the eyes of Heaven, the rewards bestowed upon his disciples by the Xuanhuang lair were far more important than any merit.

So a shocking scene that defied the rules occurred, leaving the other three of the four superpowers dumbfounded. Was it really that outrageous to kill a demonized saint?
Actually, that's not the case; saving face is more important than reality.

The Way of Heaven appears vast, but in reality? Buddhist merits are not many, and they are only those that conform to the rules.

It's just that what's presented is very impressive.

The Heavenly Dao goes to great lengths to demonstrate its existence.

Of course, it can be considered a success; it did indeed alarm Xuanhuang.

The will of all has been solidified and the incarnation has returned; it must be said that the Heavenly Way has succeeded.

However, Xuanhuang felt speechless.

"In the end, it is the Heavenly Dao, which is formed from the rules of heaven and earth. In the end, instinct outweighs wisdom. It's meaningless."

The Xuanhuang incarnation disappeared after speaking.

Now that he has descended into the main world, even to Qingyun Mountain, he can only descend with his will; his true body is very difficult to descend unless he spends a lot of time calming the chaotic aura on his body.

Otherwise, Qingyun Mountain would crumble the moment it descends.

The weight of chaos is too great to bear.

...(End of chapter)