Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

The Realm of the Unreal!

The world that appeared before Jiang Sheng at this moment was a complete reversal, contrary to the natural order and the principles of heaven and earth.

Whether it's true or false, or whether it's a complete reversal of right and wrong, this little world is more of a novelty to Jiang Sheng: an independent little world hidden in Zhuzhou that has never been discovered, and it's even possible that neither the demon race of Zhuzhou nor the three Dao sects of the Nine Provinces have noticed it for the past twenty or thirty thousand years.

As he was pondering this, a faint aura appeared in the distance and swept towards Jiang Sheng.

The aura flickered, seemingly real yet illusory. One moment it was a weak Golden Core realm, the next it transformed into an incomparably powerful Fusion realm, and then in the next moment it reached the Nascent Soul realm.
Sensing the same strange aura as this small world, Jiang Sheng did not make any rash moves, but simply tightened his grip on the hilt of the Qingping Sword.

Lingluo glanced at Jiang Sheng's movements and subconsciously extended her divine sense to sense the surroundings, but found nothing. This surprised Lingluo: with her late-stage Void Refinement cultivation, even if her divine sense was inferior to Jiang Sheng's, the difference shouldn't be too great.

At the Refinement of Emptiness level, it is normal for one's divine sense to cover a distance of one million to three million miles. At the peak of the Refinement of Emptiness level, it is not impossible for one's divine sense to cover a distance of five million miles of mountains and rivers.

Although Lingluo was only at the late stage of the Refinement of Emptiness, she was a Dao Fruit of the Profound Cave and a Rakshasa. Her divine sense covered a full four million miles. When she reached the extreme of the Refinement of Emptiness, she could also encompass five million miles of mountains, rivers, sun, and moon.

Three or five breaths had passed since Jiang Sheng showed a wary expression, but her divine sense still detected nothing. This made Lingluo feel a little strange. Just as she was about to ask, a sudden aura suddenly crashed into the range of her divine sense.

In an instant, Lingluo held a dagger in her hand, her face extremely grim: Five breaths, a full five breaths! Judging from the speed at which that aura travels a million miles per breath, Jiang Sheng must have sensed its presence from about ten million miles away!

Thousands of miles away! That's beyond the perception of someone at the Refinement Void stage. I thought that through my efforts over the years, I should have caught up with Jiang Sheng. But it seems that the gap between us has not only not narrowed, but has widened further.

Looking at the calm and composed Jiang Sheng, Lingluo finally couldn't help but ask, "Daoist Lingyuan, are you confident in dealing with that thing?"

Jiang Sheng nodded slightly: "It's nothing more than the Integration Stage."

Lingluo's face twitched uncontrollably upon hearing this: What do you mean by "no more than the combined cultivation level"?

The next instant, Lingluo understood the reason behind Jiang Sheng's words. The aura that was originally at the Nascent Soul stage rose to the Integration stage again, and then it shattered the void and rushed straight towards the two of them.

In an instant, the heavens shattered, and a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky swept across, carrying the blazing black water and the surging red fire. With a raised palm, boundless power pressed down, like a supreme immortal deity who could destroy mountains and rivers with a single palm.

hum~
The sword light flashed like flowing water, shimmering over the small mountains and rivers.

A mysterious light rippled across the Qingping Sword. As the Three Calamities and Four Symbols appeared, and the Yin-Yang Calamity Extinction Three Transformations Five Elements True Scripture was activated, the sword energy of the Three Calamities and Calamities Extinction shimmered with mottled light, emanating from the sword's edge.

"Break through all laws."

Jiang Sheng's voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible, like the chill of an autumn wind, carrying for thousands of miles around.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword Qi roared forward, heading straight for the giant hand that contained water and fire and covered the sun and moon.

In an instant, the dazzling sword light parted the clouds and opened the sea, tearing through the void and annihilating all things.

As the dazzling sword light swept across, Jiang Sheng keenly sensed something and forcibly suppressed part of the power of that sword aura.

The giant hand initially intended to block the Heaven-Slaying Sword Qi, but in an instant, a painful cry rang out. As the Heaven-Slaying Sword Qi swept past, a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain appeared on the giant hand. Even with its power suppressed, the Heaven-Slaying Sword Qi was not something an ordinary person could easily block.

But then, drops of blood, mottled and turbid in color, fell and scattered across the mirror-like sky and clouds, resembling one lake after another.

In an instant, within the black water and red fire, an ethereal shadow swelled, twisted, and changed continuously.

"hold head high!!!"

Accompanied by painful cries and howls, the ethereal figure twisted and turned between water and fire, just like a real dragon swimming in the clouds, revealing only its scales and claws.

No, this is a real dragon!
Jiang Sheng stared intently and saw that the exposed giant hand was actually a tiger's paw and eagle's claw covered with dragon scales. On the dragon claw, there were several semi-transparent tentacles floating, spewing out streams of light that seemed both real and illusory.

"A mirage dragon?"

If Jiang Sheng wasn't mistaken, the tentacles on that dragon's claw were indeed the unique whiskers of the mirage dragon.

Unlike other dragons, the mirage dragon rises from the clouds and exists among the waves. The most common feature on its body and claws is its translucent, illusory whiskers. The glassy colors it spews are also dreamlike and illusory, like bubbles, captivating and mesmerizing.

The Nine Provinces Realm is different from other Xuanmen Realms or the realms of demons and gods. Logically speaking, there should be no dragons there, but in this independent little world, there is actually a mirage dragon.

It was precisely because Jiang Sheng realized this that he restrained the power of his Heaven-Slaying, Ten Thousand-Strike Technique at the last moment. Otherwise, this sword strike would have simply sliced ​​open the flesh, and the Mirage Dragon's claw and half of its arm would have been cut off with one strike!
It was not Jiang Sheng who was boasting, but rather that the cultivation level of this mirage dragon was not at the Integration Realm, but had only just reached the Refinement Realm. The Integration Aura that it emitted was merely a manifestation of its supernatural power.

Seeing that Jiang Sheng had discovered the truth, the mirage dragon finally emerged from the surging water and fire, revealing a huge dragon head protruding from the flowing water and fire like clouds.

The dragon's head was incredibly majestic, its eyes reflecting mottled colors, its whiskers and mane all red, and its horns winding backward—truly the form of a real dragon.

But as the enormous, mountain-like dragon head fixed its majestic gaze on Jiang Sheng, the mirage dragon froze on the spot.
That was a vast ocean, stretching as far as the eye could see; that was a fierce gale, with thunder and fire surging, manifesting the forms of countless true dragons.

The sky was filled with blue, red, and white dragons, which swallowed clouds and spewed mist, commanded thunder and lightning, and controlled water and fire. At a glance, they were all majestic and magnificent.

However, opposite these countless true dragons, stood a tiny and frail Taoist figure.

The Taoist priest wore a green crown and a black robe, and carried a black longsword. He ignored the thunder and fire that filled the sky and disregarded the oppressive power of the countless true dragons.

In an instant, the Taoist priest moved, and with a single sword strike, dragon blood scattered across the sea and sky. A true dragon was beheaded, and its mournful cry shook heaven and earth.

One, two, three.
After an unknown amount of time, almost all the true dragons in the sky were slaughtered, and the vast sea was stained red with dragon blood. Countless dragon corpses fell from the sky and sank into the sea. In the end, only a thin figure remained between the sea and the sky.

His expression was indifferent, the tassels on the back of his head spun, his green crown and black robe were spotless, and the long sword in his hand was as black as ink.

Suddenly, the Taoist turned his head, and a pair of blue-gold eyes shone down, making the mirage dragon tremble and almost dissipate into its mystic energy to escape.

In an instant, the phantoms in the sky vanished, and the mirage dragon stared in astonishment at the Taoist priest in front of it, who wore a green crown and black robe and held a black sword.

In an instant, the mirage dragon seemed to see the countless dragon souls entwined around Jiang Sheng's body, and looking at the black longsword in Jiang Sheng's hand, it seemed to see countless true dragons perish under the sword's edge.

In an instant, the mirage dragon couldn't help but shudder. A bone-chilling cold made its mind incredibly clear: this ferocious god was not to be trifled with, it had to run!

However, just as the Mirage Dragon attempted to disperse and escape, a sharp and menacing sword-like aura locked onto it. This aura was so sharp that the Mirage Dragon dared not move, as if the slightest misstep would result in being cut by the sword. Jiang Sheng naturally saw the Mirage Dragon's fear of him. Since his experience in the war against the Heavenly Dragon Clan and his victory over the dragon in the East Sea, he had never encountered a dragon without fear of him.

The innate deities are like this, and so is this mirage dragon.

The Qingping Sword swayed with mottled sword energy. Jiang Sheng said calmly, "Don't make any rash moves, or what falls on you will not be the soft sword light you saw before."

At this moment, Lingluo stepped forward, gazing at the enormous creature that had been subdued by Jiang Sheng in the blink of an eye. After a brief look, she lost interest: "I thought it was some formidable opponent, but it turns out to be just a mirage dragon."

As she spoke, Lingluo casually used her dagger to cut off a strand of mirage whisker, then shook it at Jiang Sheng: "Daoist Lingyuan, this thing has some wonderful uses. It can turn dreams into illusions and create beautiful dreams. Would you like a few, Daoist?"

The mirage dragon, in pain, dared not make any rash moves and could only look longingly at Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng ignored all of this: "I will ask, you will answer. Do not pretend that you cannot understand human language. Heaven and earth have the virtue of cherishing life, and it is only natural that dragons belong to the world. I have no intention of killing you. After you have answered, I will let you leave."

Upon hearing Jiang Sheng's words, the mirage dragon nodded repeatedly, but its body trembled violently, shaking like a leaf.

Jiang Sheng didn't care about these things and asked, "Were there any other living beings that entered this realm some time ago?"

The next moment, a trembling voice appeared in Jiang Sheng's mind: "Yes."

Jiang Sheng frowned: It's a female dragon.

Jiang Sheng didn't care about these things: "What kind of creatures are they, how many are there, and where did they go?"

The mirage dragon replied, "Two, two, two bald-headed humans. They are very strong. I can't beat them. They took over my home."

Jiang Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then understood: whether it was Huang Mei from the Floating Pagoda Realm or Bu Chen from the Secret Realm, they were both Buddhist venerables at the peak of the Void Refining Realm, the leaders of the Lapis Lazuli Path and Vajra Path of this generation of Buddhist sects, how could their cultivation be weak?
In front of those two, this mirage dragon was nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter, since what Buddhism loves most is subduing a group of innate saints and bringing them into the Buddhist sect.

Of course, in this matter, the Xuanmen and Buddhist sects are no different; they both choose powerful divine beasts and spirit beasts as mounts or for guarding their homes.

Looking at the mirage dragon in front of him, Jiang Sheng couldn't help but have some thoughts. Although he already had a Suanni pulling a cart, as well as a green ox and a golden lion, and a precious elephant and a green roc at home, who would complain about having too many of these kinds of magical beasts?
If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't bring the Desolate Realm back to the Three Realms, Jiang Sheng would definitely have kept that nine-tailed cat in Little Penglai as well.

Although Jiang Sheng prefers quiet, Xiao Penglai still needs more people and a lively atmosphere.

Lingluo seemed to see through Jiang Sheng's thoughts and asked with a smile, "Daoist Lingyuan, would you like to keep an eye on this little one for me? When we leave, we can take her back and keep her in Little Penglai as a toy. That would be a blessing for her."

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "Let's talk about it later. I'll go ahead and scout it out. I'll trouble the princess to wait here."

As he spoke, Jiang Sheng transformed into a streak of sword light and sped towards the home the Mirage Dragon had mentioned, leaving Lingluo and the Mirage Dragon standing there. The Mirage Dragon stared at Lingluo with wide eyes, while Lingluo smiled with amusement: "Since we have nothing to do, how about we have a chat?"

Following the direction indicated by the mirage dragon, Jiang Sheng traveled for about twenty million miles and saw a vast expanse of surging red fire.

The crimson fire was like a vast ocean, boundless and limitless. Above it, inverted peaks hung high like clouds, and mysterious water burned fiercely, falling into the crimson fire and turning into a huge vortex.

In the very center of that vortex, a sense of reality and illusion overflowed and spread out, while shadows of truth and falsehood, dreams and illusions, swirled and diffused.

Huangmei and Buchen sat cross-legged in the vortex, seemingly both above and below, surrounded by radiant Buddhist light, manifesting the laws of crystal and diamond, both real and unreal.

But as one hears the chanting of Buddhist hymns, one can see the endless expanse of the Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli and the continuous forest of Vajra Buddhist temples. The two figures are solemn and dignified, with clear Buddhist light behind their heads, and colorful clouds all around, transforming the scene from reality to illusion, and creating a mottled realm.

Clearly, this unreal realm was a blessing for Huangmei and Buchen.

By practicing Buddhism in this place, one can comprehend the illusions of life and understand that everything is empty, thus attaining the highest level of Dharma and realizing the path to enlightenment.

Although the Glazed Path and the Vajra Path are still rejecting the Bodhi Path of Buddha Jinjue, who can truly remain indifferent to a Great Path that leads directly to the True Yang Realm of the Palm Path?

Even within the Lapis Lazuli Path and the Vajra Path, there is much study and research on the Bodhi Path.

Huangmei and Buchen have encountered such a strange state, which allows them to calmly contemplate the profound mysteries. For them, this is a remarkable encounter, and they may be able to attain the first stage of the Buddha's teachings.

Looking at Huang Mei and Bu Chen's figures, which were barely visible, Jiang Sheng was moved, but still did not rush forward to disturb them.

Bu Chen is Huang Mei's opponent. The one who survives will undoubtedly seize the fortunes of the Glazed Dao and the Vajra Dao to compete for the title of the number one Buddhist sect in the contemporary era.

This is the cause and effect between the two of them. Jiang Sheng got involved, and in the end, it was Huang Mei who was affected.

Moreover, from Jiang Sheng's perspective, Huang Mei and Bu Chen have now achieved harmony of their energies and entered a state of balance. Clearly, the Liuli Dao and the Jingang Dao have reached some tacit understanding, and Jiang Sheng will not easily break this balance.

Knowing that Huang Mei is safe and sound, Jiang Sheng felt that the trip had been worthwhile.

Just as Jiang Sheng was about to leave a message for Huang Mei, his brows suddenly furrowed, as if he had sensed something, and he abruptly turned around and went back.

As Jiang Sheng left, Huang Mei and Bu Chen, who were contemplating the illusion of life and the emptiness of everything within the vortex, opened their eyes simultaneously.

Bu Chen said in a deep voice, "That one must be Penglai Lingyuan."

Huang Mei smiled as she looked at Bu Chen, whose expression was not good: "Bu Chen, what do you think if I asked Ling Yuan to come and kill you directly?"

Faced with Huang Mei's threat, Bu Chen remained calm and composed: "You wouldn't do that."

"The conflict between you and me is a struggle for the destiny of the Glazed Path and the Vajra Path. The cause and effect entanglement is between you and me, not between me and Lingyuan, unless you are willing to share my Buddhist destiny with him."

"Besides, if I die, who will accompany you to study these various paths of nothingness, these methods of illusion and emptiness?"

Huang Mei chuckled softly upon hearing this, then closed his eyes slightly: "In that case, I'll let you live a few more years."

"We both know in our hearts that when the Buddha's teachings are fully realized, one of us will inevitably perish."

"We carry on our shoulders not only the destiny of the Lapis Lazuli Path and the Vajra Path" (End of Chapter)