Honghuang: My understanding is beyond belief. I am the first immortal of Jiejiao.

"What Minister Lin says is absolutely right. In that case, let's put this matter aside for now. The Buddhist Kingdom has suffered such a great calamity, and our Heavenly Court should also make a gesture."

"Venus, go to Mount Ling to offer my condolences on my behalf."

"Old minister, I obey."

After the court session ended, Lin Zhu had just stepped out of Lingxiao Palace when someone blocked his way.

"Star Lord, please wait."

Lin Zhu looked up and saw a man dressed in a black robe with a sinister face.

This person was surrounded by dark energy; he was none other than Indra, one of the four demon kings under the command of the Styx Ancestor.

"What instructions does the Demon King have?"

Lin Zhu asked warily.

The Heavenly Court and the River Styx have long been at odds, so Indra's sudden approach is definitely not a good thing.

Indra grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"I've heard that you, Star Lord, are skilled in astrological divination. I'd like to ask you something. Was that chaotic storm truly uncontrolled?"

Lin Zhu felt a chill run down her spine, but her face remained impassive.

"You jest, Demon King. If I possessed such abilities, I would have done so long ago."

"Already what?"

Indra suddenly closed in, his eyes flashing with blood.

"Why be modest, Star Lord? I am somewhat familiar with the power of the twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls."

Lin Zhu's pupils contracted slightly.

The Sea-Stabilizing Pearl was one of his trump cards, but he never expected that the Styx River would know about it.

"What does the Demon King mean by this?"

Lin Zhu's voice turned cold.

"If there is nothing else, I have important matters to attend to."

Indra laughed and took two steps back.

"Star Lord, please don't be angry. I was just joking. However..."

He gave Lin Zhu a meaningful look.

"Some things are beyond everyone's control. Be careful not to play with fire and get burned."

After saying this, Indra transformed into a cloud of black mist and vanished.

Lin Zhu stood still, a cold glint in his eyes.

Indra's words were clearly a warning. Had the Styx discovered something?
"We must speed things up."

Lin Zhu thought to himself.

"No mistakes can be made before the Chaos Green Lotus matures."

He rode the clouds back to the Star Palace and once again set up numerous restrictions.

The tender bud of the Chaos Lotus swayed gently around the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, and a new chaotic energy had taken shape.

Lin Zhu sat cross-legged in front of the green lotus and made a decision.

"All chaotic energy should be used for cultivation first. You must break through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm as soon as possible to have the power to protect yourself."

The Chaos Green Lotus slowly rotated within Lin Zhu's dantian, each lotus leaf emitting a hazy green halo.

Lin Zhu sat cross-legged in the cave, feeling the continuous flow of chaotic energy within his body.

Every wisp of chaotic energy that merges into the meridians is like a river flowing into the sea, bringing a terrifying boost to one's cultivation level equivalent to millions of years of cultivation.

"Again."

Lin Zhu opened his eyes, which gleamed with a bluish light.

He looked inward at his dantian and gazed at the blue lotus that had solidified to the point of being almost tangible, and he was still deeply shocked.

This is the 1,825th day.

Since obtaining the Chaos Green Lotus, the chaotic energy has never ceased to flow daily.

Lin Zhu did some quick calculations and concluded that there were still five hundred years until the Journey to the West began. At this rate...
"Nearly 182,500 strands of chaotic energy."

Lin Zhu muttered to himself, then his pupils contracted slightly.

"That's two hundred million years of cultivation?"

This number made Lin Zhu gasp for breath.

What does 200 million years of cultivation mean? Even those great beings who existed since the beginning of time probably don't have such a profound accumulation.

All of this was simply because he obtained the Chaos Green Lotus, a supreme treasure.

"Master, you're spacing out again."

A crisp sound interrupted Lin Zhu's thoughts.

Xiao Qiong carried a plate of spiritual fruits into the cave and tilted her head to look at him.

“You’ve been sitting here without moving since this morning.”

Lin Zhu snapped out of her daze, took the spirit fruit, and took a bite. The sweet juice burst in her mouth.

He smiled and ruffled Xiao Qiong's hair.

"I'm doing some calculations."

"What account is so important that the master forgot to eat breakfast?"

Xiao Qiong pouted and tidied her messed-up hair with dissatisfaction.

Just as Lin Zhu was about to answer, a crisp notification sound rang in her mind.

[Ding! Daily check-in system task issued. Advance to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm within seven days. Success reward: Upon advancement, you will directly enter the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm and receive a guaranteed reward of one million years of cultivation for daily check-in.]

The spirit fruit in Lin Zhu's hand fell to the ground with a "thud." Xiao Qiong was startled.

"Owner?"

"fine."

Lin Zhuqiang suppressed his excitement, but he couldn't hide the light in his eyes.

Seven days to become a Grand Luo Golden Immortal! And there's a guaranteed daily cultivation of a million years! This means that even without the Chaos Green Lotus, his cultivation speed will far surpass that of ordinary people.

But then, Lin Zhu frowned.

Advancing to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm is no small matter; it will inevitably trigger extraordinary phenomena in the heavens and earth.

Those forces hidden in the shadows will not sit idly by and watch a suddenly rising Grand Luo Golden Immortal rise to power.

"Xiao Qiong, pack your things, we're going on a long trip."

Lin Zhu stood up, waved his sleeve, and the items in the cave flew into his storage bag.

"Ah? Where to go?"

Xiao Qiong hurriedly caught the flying tea set.

"East China Sea, Penglai Island."

Lin Zhu's eyes gleamed.

"There is an old friend of mine there who can help me break through safely."

Three days later, on the shore of the East China Sea.

The vast ocean stretches to the horizon, its waves surging.

Xiao Qiong stood on the beach, the sea breeze tousling her long hair.

She looked around, then looked at Lin Zhu with a puzzled expression.

"Master, there's nothing here!"

Lin Zhu smiled slightly.

"Penglai Island is an ancient sacred site; how could it be seen by ordinary mortals?"

He formed hand seals, and the chaotic energy within his body surged, sending profound spells into the void.

As the incantation was completed, a sudden gale arose over the East China Sea, and thick fog rose from the sea surface.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, gradually obscuring the entire field of vision.

Xiao Qiong nervously grabbed Lin Zhu's sleeve.

"Master, this."

"Don't be afraid, watch carefully."

Lin Zhu gently patted the back of her hand.

A faint light peeked through the mist.

The light grew brighter and brighter, gradually outlining the silhouette of a huge island.

As the fog dissipated slightly, a majestic fairy island suddenly appeared on the sea, surrounded by colorful rays of light.

"This...this is Penglai Island?"

Xiao Qiong's eyes widened and her little mouth slightly open.

Lin Zhu nodded.

“In ancient times, Penglai, Fangzhang and Yingzhou were known as the three fairy mountains overseas. Among them, Penglai was the most mysterious and could not be seen by those who were not destined to see it.”

He took Xiao Qiong's hand.

"Come on, let's go up."

The two walked on the waves and soon arrived at the island.

Up close, Penglai Island is even more spectacular.

The mountains rise and fall, ancient trees reach for the sky, and exotic flowers and rare herbs abound.

The air was filled with a rich spiritual energy, making each breath refreshing and invigorating. "It smells so good!"

Xiao Qiong smelled a refreshing medicinal fragrance.

Just as Lin Zhu was about to speak, a deafening roar suddenly came from the island.

The roar contained a terrifying pressure that caused even the surrounding seawater to tremble.

Xiao Qiong was so startled that she clung to Lin Zhu.

"Master, what is that sound?"

Her voice trembled.

Lin Zhu looked solemn, but remained calm.

"It seems we have awakened the island's guardians."

He looked up at the high mountain in the center of the island and said loudly:
"This junior, Lin Zhu, has come to pay my respects to the Lord of Penglai Island. I hope you will grant me an audience, senior!"

The sound, amplified by spiritual energy, traveled far and wide, echoing through the valley.

After a moment of silence, another roar came, this time clearer, as if it exploded right next to your ear.

On Penglai Island in the East China Sea, the sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, brushes against the faces of the bamboo groves.

He stood before a ruined wall, his fingertips lightly tracing the mottled stone pillar, where faint traces of runes from the heyday of the Jie Sect could still be seen.

"The Jade Palace opens to the heavens, where ten thousand immortals come to pay homage amidst auspicious purple clouds. Golden bells and jade chimes resound through the heavens, and sword energy soars to the Dipper and lingers in the sky."

Lin Zhu softly recited the Penglai Ode recorded in ancient books, his voice echoing across the empty ruins.

"Who could have imagined that the ancestral home of the Jie Sect, where ten thousand immortals once came to pay homage, would become like this today?"

Xiao Qiong suddenly grabbed his clothes, her face tense.

"Master, something's coming!"

Lin Zhu looked up and saw a bolt of lightning streak across the sky like a shooting star, arriving in front of him in an instant.

As the lightning dissipated, a strange beast with purple lightning crackling around its body was revealed. It had a dragon's head, deer antlers, lion's eyes, tiger's back, bear's waist, and snake scales—it was the legendary Thunder Qilin.

"Who dares to trespass into the forbidden area of ​​Penglai!"

The Thunder Qilin spoke in human language, its voice booming like thunder, causing the surrounding rocks to tumble down.

Lin Zhu stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the sea breeze.

"My name is Lin Zhu, and I have come to pay my respects to Senior Sister Wudang."

"fart!"

Lei Qilin's eyes widened in anger, and lightning surged around its body.

"The Holy Mother is of such high status as to how dare you, a nobody, presume to be worthy of her? Judging from your filthy appearance, you must be a spy sent from the West!"

Before he finished speaking, Lei Qilin had already transformed into a bolt of lightning and rushed straight towards Lin Zhu.

Xiao Qiong screamed in fright and hid behind Lin Zhu.

Lin Zhu remained calm and composed, and with a flick of his right hand, a seven-colored treasure tree appeared out of thin air.

This tree is only three feet tall, yet it radiates countless rays of light; it is none other than the Seven Treasures Tree of the Daoist Zhunti.

"brush"

With a gentle brush of the Seven Treasures Tree, the countless lightning bolts vanished without a trace, like mud entering the sea.

Lei Qilin's attack was broken, and he staggered backward, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"The Seven Treasures Tree? You really are a lackey of the Western Sect!"

The Thunder Qilin roared in fury, and dark clouds immediately filled the sky, with countless bolts of lightning dancing wildly like silver snakes.

"Qilin Thunder Light, vanquishing evil and destroying demons!"

Hundreds of bolts of lightning converged into a pillar of lightning over ten feet in diameter, blasting towards Lin Zhu with an aura of destruction.

The power of this strike was enough to obliterate an ordinary Golden Immortal.

Lin Zhu's lips curled slightly, his left hand formed a hand seal, and he softly chanted:
"Boundless Profound Ice, Seal!"

In an instant, a beam of icy blue light burst forth from his palm, freezing the very space it passed through.

The devastating lightning bolt, upon contact with the blue light, froze in mid-air like an insect in amber, forming a strange lightning ice sculpture.

"How is this possible?"

Lei Qilin stared wide-eyed in disbelief as his killing move was so easily neutralized.

Just then, a clear, cold female voice came from the heavens:
"Lei'er, step back."

The sound was soft, yet it was like a gentle spring breeze and rain, instantly dispelling the thunderclouds that filled the sky.

Upon hearing this, Lei Qilin immediately bowed his head and respectfully said:

"Yes, Holy Mother."

Lin Zhu looked up and saw a woman in white standing on the clouds.

She looked to be in her early twenties, yet she gave off a sense of having experienced many hardships.

Her long, white dress danced lightly in the wind, her dark hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, her face was exquisitely beautiful, yet her eyes revealed a hint of sharpness.

"Sister Wudang."

Lin Zhu bowed respectfully, his attitude respectful but not humble.

The Holy Mother of Wudang descended gracefully, landing three zhang away from the bamboo grove.

Her gaze was sharp as she looked Lin Zhu up and down.

"You call me senior sister?"

"Exactly."

Lin Zhu took out an ancient token from his bosom. The token was completely black, with the words "Tongtian" engraved on the front and complex Dao patterns on the back.

"Disciple Lin Zhu is the last disciple accepted by Master Tongtian Jiaozhu when he descended to the mortal world."

When the Holy Mother of Wudang saw the token, her pupils suddenly contracted.

She gently raised her hand, and the token flew into her palm.

After sensing it carefully for a moment, her expression changed drastically.

"It is indeed the aura of our master. But our master was imprisoned in the Outer Heaven by the Dao Ancestor, how could he descend to the mortal realm to take on disciples?"

On the fairy island of Penglai, amidst swirling clouds and mist, a dilapidated palace appears and disappears.

Lin Zhu stood in front of the hall, dressed in white, with a jade pendant at his waist emitting a faint blue light.

"Who dares to trespass on Penglai Immortal Island?"

A clear, cold female voice came from inside the hall, and then a woman dressed in a plain-colored Taoist robe stepped out from the clouds.

Her features were exquisite, yet she possessed a sharp edge; she was none other than the last surviving senior disciple of the Jie Sect, the Holy Mother of Wudang.

Lin Zhu smiled slightly and bowed.

"Disciple Lin Zhu, on the orders of Master Tongtian Jiaozhu, has come to pay respects to Senior Sister."

"absurd!"

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Holy Mother of Wudang.

"My master has been imprisoned in Zixiao Palace for thousands of years. How could he possibly accept you as a disciple? What kind of monster are you that you dare to impersonate a disciple of my Jie Sect!"

Before she finished speaking, a golden light flew out from the sleeve of the Holy Mother Wudang, heading straight for Lin Zhu's face.

The golden light transformed into a sharp little sword in mid-air, carrying a fierce killing intent.

Lin Zhu neither dodged nor avoided, but simply raised his hand slightly, a blue halo appearing at his fingertips.

The golden sword, upon touching the halo, vanished instantly, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

"Jade Purity Spiritual Light?"

The pupils of the Virgin Mary contracted slightly.

"Where did you steal the secret techniques of my Jie Sect?"

Lin Zhu sighed, took out a jade slip from his bosom, and presented it with both hands.

"Senior sister, please take a look."

The Holy Mother of Wudang took the jade slip with some skepticism. As soon as she unfolded it, she saw countless golden runes appear on the jade slip, intertwining in the air to form a mysterious pattern.

Her expression suddenly changed.

"This is... the Jade Purity Spiritual Treasure Great Art?"

"Exactly."

Lin Zhu nodded.

"This was personally taught by our master, and only direct disciples of the Jie Sect can practice it. Senior Sister, do you trust me now?"

The Holy Mother of Wudang's fingers trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Master...Master has been released by the Dao Ancestor? Is our Jie Sect finally going to see the light of day again?"

Lin Zhu shook his head.

"My master is still trapped in Zixiao Palace. He has only sent an avatar to the mortal realm to take me as his disciple."

The light in the eyes of the Virgin Mary dimmed slightly, but she quickly rallied again.

"In any case, now that Master has begun to make arrangements, there is hope for the revival of our Jie Sect! Junior Brother, please come inside with me to discuss this in detail."

The two entered the dilapidated hall, and the Holy Mother of Wudang waved her hand to set up a soundproof barrier.

The interior of the hall was simply furnished, with only a few futons and a stone table, a far cry from the legendary holy site of the Jie Sect.

"Senior sister has suffered so much over the years."

Lin Zhu looked around, her voice filled with heartache. (End of Chapter)