Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Don't question your heart!

Although Jiang Sheng had some premonitions, he was still somewhat surprised when he heard the name from Duobao.

First, the White Lotus Saintess mentioned Mo Wenxin, then Lingluo made a veiled reference to him, and finally Duobao also talked about Mo Wenxin, which really piqued Jiang Sheng's interest in this chosen one.

Whether it's Bai He, Ling Luo, or Duo Bao, they are all contemporary prodigies, rare figures in the myriad realms. In the past three thousand years, none of them have been more dazzling than this group of people.

Now that they all mention Mo Wenxin, Jiang Sheng has paid even more attention to this former chosen one of the Nine Provinces Realm, the one destined for calamity: he has seen many chosen ones, but very few who, after being abandoned by the Heavenly Dao, can still be lively and stir up trouble.

Lingluo looked at Duobao in astonishment: "Mo Wenxin, is True Lord Duobao actually a sworn brother of Mo Wenxin?"

Upon hearing Lingluo's words, Duobao laughed heartily: "Princess Lingluo, you probably didn't expect this, did you? Brother Mo and I are kindred spirits and share the same interests, so we became sworn brothers."

"Over the past few centuries, Brother Mo and I have lived a very carefree and comfortable life overseas."

Upon hearing Duobao's words, Lingluo's expression became somewhat strange: "I came to this Realm of Non-Truth this time because Mo Wenxin asked me to come."

Upon hearing this, Duobao was momentarily speechless, his expression unusually embarrassed: "Ah?!"

Seeing Duobao's appearance, Jiang Sheng couldn't help but laugh and said, "Good, good! While I'm fighting against a bunch of true disciples from holy lands and geniuses from the Dongxuan realm in other worlds, you, Duobao, are hiding in this Nine Provinces Realm, drinking and having fun, living a carefree life."

As he spoke, Jiang Sheng glanced at the mirage dragon hiding in the sea of ​​clouds, raised his hand and grabbed it. An invisible repulsive force burst forth, directly squeezing the mirage dragon out of the sea of ​​clouds and blasting it right in front of Jiang Sheng and the other two.

The mirage dragon was suddenly exposed and faced Jiang Sheng, this "villain," and was immediately terrified. It shrank back and tried to run away, but Jiang Sheng pointed at it and froze it in place.

Pointing to the enormous creature, Jiang Sheng asked, "Is this mirage dragon raised by Mo Wenxin?"

Duobao nodded, his expression quite emotional: "These are among the few true dragons in the entire Nine Provinces Realm."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Sheng released the spiritual restraints binding the Mirage Dragon. The Mirage Dragon felt the restraints above, below, left, and right dissipate, and its body felt lighter. Although it seemed to have escaped its cage, the Mirage Dragon looked left and right, but dared not leave.

Seeing this, Jiang Sheng paid little attention to the young mirage dragon and turned to look at this realm of illusion, where yin and yang were reversed, the five elements were inverted, and everything was chaotic, a place that was both real and unreal.
Just as Lingluo said, this realm of the unreal is hidden within Zhuzhou and outside of Jiuzhou. It is truly wondrous. Its core is even a place where Buddhist prodigies like Huangmei and Buchen from the Lapis Lazuli Path and Vajra Path can participate in the study of Buddhist teachings. This shows how precious this realm of the unreal is.

However, what Jiang Sheng cared about most was what Lingluo mentioned: it wasn't just Zhuzhou that had such a place; it seemed that all nine continents in the entire Kyushu world had such independent small worlds.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Sheng said, "Lingluo, you came here at Mo Wenxin's request to show me around, right?"

Lingluo nodded.

Jiang Sheng then looked at Duobao: "Duobao, you came here at Mo Wenxin's request to investigate the whereabouts, right?"

Duobao nodded as well.

First, he had Lingluo ask him to come, and then he had Duobao show up. It was clear that Mo Wenxin had done all this intentionally. It was just unknown what he was trying to test or if he had other intentions.
Jiang Sheng's expression remained unchanged, but his wariness of Mo Wenxin increased even more: "The Realm of the Untrue is safe for now. As the saying goes, no fight, no friendship. Since you were all invited by Mo Wenxin and have already gotten to know each other, why don't you take me to meet Mo Wenxin as well?"

Lingluo nodded repeatedly upon hearing this: "That's right, Daoist Lingyuan. The person I recommended to you is this Mo Wenxin; once you meet him, Daoist Lingyuan, you will know that what I said is true."

Duobao also laughed and said, "Not bad, not bad, Lingyuan, you will definitely like Brother Mo."

Both of them said the same thing, and Jiang Sheng naturally nodded with a smile. However, the two were so happy that they did not notice that although Jiang Sheng was smiling, his eyes remained indifferent.

Before chaos was formed, heaven and earth were in disarray.

In the vast chaos and nothingness, True Lord Jingkan traveled countless miles, yet he could never find the person who was pretending to be a god or a ghost.

This Fifth Tribulation True Monarch had the Dao Wheel spinning behind his head, heavenly feathers swirling around his body, three flowers gathering above his head and five energies condensing in his chest. His imposing power dispelled the surrounding chaotic fog and deterred countless monsters. Wherever his gaze fell, everything remained as quiet as ever, without the slightest trace of disorder.

A True Monarch of the Fifth Tribulation, a genuine number one person below Pure Yang, whose supernatural powers and creations are not as great as those of the Mahayana, are not far off. Such a person can be said to be unrestrained in the chaotic universe, so why would he be afraid of this misty void?
Little did Jingkan Zhenjun know that his every move was being watched by others.

"With a single hand, heaven and earth are transformed; with a single breath, all directions are condensed."

"Where the sun, moon, and stars are obscured, fish are confined in the middle of the water."

The handsome Taoist priest, with a smile on his face, stood by the pond watching the carp, chatting and reciting poetry, looking quite carefree.

Before the Taoist, in a pond only a few feet wide, carp swam around, hiding under lotus leaves. Although the carp were quite good at dodging, everything was so clear to the Taoist, as if there was nothing hidden at all.

"Is the fish you're referring to in this pond, or the fish in your palm?"

As a slightly hoarse voice rang out, a thin figure slowly stepped forward.

This person's vital energy was weak and unstable, and his body was thin. Even though he was wearing a cloak, his face was still pale and he looked sickly.

The Taoist, known as the Supreme Lord, glanced at the newcomer, then looked down at his palm. Within his palm, a dense mist swirled, the area around his palm resembling a world unto itself. The imposing and powerful Jingkan True Lord was now flitting about like a headless fly within the mist in the Taoist's palm.

It looked like he was aiming for a certain direction and charging forward, but in reality he was just spinning around in the Taoist's palm.

Anyone who witnessed this scene would be utterly horrified: a dignified Fifth Tribulation True Monarch, a future potential Pure Yang being, an important figure in all the heavens and myriad realms, a being who deserves respect wherever he goes, was so easily trapped in the palm of a Taoist priest, being toyed with like a tiny insect.

At this moment, Mo Wenxin was filled with such horror.

Although he had seen the methods of this lord before, Mo Wenxin was still shocked to see him so easily manipulate a Five Tribulation True Lord and play him around: what level of cultivation must this person have to play with a Five Tribulation True Lord like this?
Is it a Mahayana master with ten thousand years of cultivation, or something beyond Mahayana?

Mo Wenxin dared not think too much, but reality did not allow him not to think. Ever since this sovereign appeared and said that he could have the opportunity to take revenge, Mo Wenxin knew that he had no choice.

You are the butcher, and I am the fish; what can I do?

What's the difference between a fish in your palm and a fish in a pond?

“You look at the fish in the pond, thinking you are playing happily and carefree. When trouble comes, you only hide under the lotus leaves, thinking you can avoid disaster. But all their traces are under our watchful eyes, whether they are playing or hiding.”

"Their life and death do not depend on themselves, but on the good or evil thoughts of you and me."

As he spoke, the Taoist priest named Shangjun pointed to his palm: "This fish in the palm also thought it had victory in its grasp, with Taoist cultivation and supernatural powers at its disposal, so it boasted that it was fearless and could charge around recklessly. In the end, it could only be trapped in this palm and unable to leave."

"His life or death is not determined by himself, but by my state of mind."

Every word and action of the Taoist priest had profound meaning, something Mo Wenxin had long understood. However, what the Taoist priest said today made Mo Wenxin somewhat silent: Carp are fish in a pond, and people are fish in the palm of one's hand, so what about him, Mo Wenxin?

What kind of fish is it?

Is it playing around, charging recklessly, or already hooked?
For a moment, even Mo Wenxin's hardened heart, honed by countless trials, couldn't help but waver. As the chosen one, destined for tribulation, Mo Wenxin had weathered countless storms and overcome all sorts of dangers and perilous situations, facing death more than once, yet each time, he survived.

Even though the calamity dissipated and the heavenly fortune was gone, Mo Wenxin still managed to survive through his own means, becoming a rare surviving child of the calamity.

But in front of the Taoist priest, Mo Wenxin had nothing to be proud of. Everything about him was laid bare before the priest, just like a carp playing in a pond. He had no other choice now, just like a fish trapped in the priest's palm.

"Where do so many complicated emotions come from?"

The Taoist turned to look at Mo Wenxin. It must be said that the Taoist's appearance was unparalleled. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and was handsome and dashing. His aura was as deep as the abyss, and his speech was as noble as an immortal. Moreover, his bone structure could be described as neither male nor female, neutral and embodying yin and yang.

Such beings, if not gods or immortals, can only be demons or monsters.

The Taoist's energy was indeed undoubtedly from the Xuanmen (Taoist school).

"You don't need to think about those things. You just need to know that I can give you the chance to take revenge and the means to live a second life. That's enough."

"Or have you forgotten everything from the past and intend to waste your life like this?"

The Taoist's voice was very gentle, without the slightest hint of anger or resentment. It was like heavenly music, making Mo Wenxin feel dizzy and confused.

Shaking his head, Mo Wenxin barely managed to maintain his Daoist clarity: "I just don't understand why the Supreme Lord chose me."

The Taoist chuckled and said, "It wasn't me who chose you, but you who chose me."

"This is an era of great contention, and also an era of great prosperity for the Xuanmen (Taoist) sect."

"The mystical sects of the heavens are constantly fighting, and the holy lands and Dao sects are high above. They use the blood and energy of countless beings in the nine realms to cultivate that True Yang Fruit. When have they ever paid attention to you, the abandoned pawns they have discarded?"

"They are too strong, and they stand too high. I can't do much, but I can still help you and make those high and mighty guys feel the pain."

Hearing the Taoist's words, Mo Wenxin was not entirely convinced: "Does the Supreme Lord not want that True Yang Fruit?"

Upon hearing this, the Taoist couldn't help but sneer: "Do you even know what the True Yang Position Fruit is?"

Do you know how the True Yang Position Fruit is obtained?

"In this era of great prosperity for the Xuanmen, after forty thousand years of accumulation, they have only managed to cultivate this one True Yang Fruit. Am I supposed to compete for it?"

How could I contend for it? How dare I seize it?

As the Taoist spoke, his gaze drifted towards the heavens, towards the layer of golden light that enveloped the entire Nine Provinces, interwoven like a net, hidden within the membrane of heaven and earth.

The Investiture of the Gods!
Looking at this Investiture of the Gods, the Taoist seemed to see three towering figures behind it, reaching to the heavens and surpassing all in the universe.

The Eastern Heavenly Daoist, Penglai Taiyi Yuzhen, the Daoist Lord of the Void, Brightness, and Purity, who has undergone countless tribulations.

The Eastern Heavenly Daoist, Qinghua Taiyi Yuzhen Queyu Qinghong Mingyang Daoist Lord.

And then there is the supreme ruler of the Three Realms, who sits atop the Nine Heavens Palace, in the Heavenly Palace of the Dipper and the Bull, the True Saint of the Heavenly Realm, the God Emperor of the Golden Palace of the Myriad Paths.

The three True Yang Masters, representing the Immortal Path and the Divine Path, joined forces to create the Heaven and Earth God Investiture List, which they then shrouded in the Nine Provinces Realm.

How could he possibly covet that True Yang Position Fruit?

Suppressing his various thoughts, the Taoist's brief coldness vanished, replaced by a gentle and carefree smile: "Don't ask me questions indirectly; it's pointless for you."

"My assistance to you ultimately benefits us both, doesn't it?"

Mo Wenxin fell silent, recalling that gentle and virtuous face, her good brothers, and her many lovers.
Mo Wenxin couldn't help but look up at the sky. The sky of this Nine Provinces Realm was the sky of the Xuanmen, but it was also the sky of the Qiankun Dao Sect, the Kongdong Dao Sect, and the Huayun Dao Sect.

He is the chosen one, the one destined for tribulation, but when has the Nine Provinces ever been able to be stirred up by a mere person destined for tribulation?
In the past, he was full of vigor and ambition, believing that he could lead his brothers to make a name for themselves and establish a great enterprise. But in the end, he realized that everything they did was under the watchful eye of the high and mighty Heaven. How far they could go depended on how much Heaven would indulge them.

From beginning to end, they were nothing more than a blade in the hands of the Heavenly Will of the Qiankun Dao Sect.

A knife, once used, must be replaced.

With a soft sigh, Mo Wenxin said, "Your Majesty, please rest assured. Since I have promised you, I have no reason to go back on my word."

"Some things can never be forgotten, and some causes and effects must eventually be cleared up. I've been clinging to life until now because I can't forget and I don't want to die."

The Taoist nodded in satisfaction, looking at the former chosen one before him: "You are a forsaken disciple of the Heavenly Dao, a crippled child of calamity. However, the Nine Provinces are now shrouded in calamity energy, and the Heavenly Dao has long since faded. You can now travel freely throughout the Nine Provinces."

"The means I've given you are enough to deal with all your enemies. As long as you are careful, revenge will not be difficult for you."

Mo Wenxin nodded silently, but then asked, "One last question: why is Your Majesty so concerned about that Jade Emperor Spirit Abyss True Lord of the Penglai Dao Sect?"

The Taoist raised an eyebrow: "Oh? You think I care about that Lingyuan?"

Mo Wenxin didn't speak, but her expression revealed her true feelings.

The Taoist seemed to be silent, or perhaps lost in thought, before finally saying softly, "That Lingyuan is different from you; he caused me quite a bit of trouble."

Mo Wenxin asked suspiciously, "If that's the case, why doesn't Your Majesty eliminate him?"

The Taoist priest was taken aback upon hearing this, then chuckled wryly: "Get rid of him?"

"In this great calamity of the Xuanmen that is unfolding in the Nine Provinces, you are a pawn, whether you have it or not, while he is the undisputed protagonist."

"I'm still waiting for his performance, how could I possibly get rid of him?"

The Taoist's figure vanished without a sound or trace, leaving only the lingering whispers of the heavens and earth.

"Seven wondrous freedoms, just as I am, just as I am."

"The transformation of the ethereal spirit is the union of immortals and gods."

In an instant, white and black lotuses bloomed one after another, and colorful butterflies fluttered in all directions.

"The Supreme Lord of the Mysterious Gate." (End of Chapter)