Legend of Zixia

Chapter 259 The Beginningless Sutra

Zixia stood beneath the platform, her aura suddenly surging, like the Milky Way pouring down, connecting heaven and earth.

She had already entered the Dao-Slaying Realm for some time, and now her innate Dao Embryo was fully awakened. The chaotic origin within her body surged endlessly, and her physical body and primordial spirit resonated. She actually touched that barrier under the pressure of life and death—infinitely close to the realm of a saint!
With her innate Dao embryo, she was blessed with exceptional talent, allowing her to cultivate faster as she progressed. After transforming into an acquired Chaotic Body, her foundation far surpassed that of ordinary people, and her primordial power increased tenfold. This sudden burst of power was beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.

Facing that murderous old ancestor king, she did not retreat, but instead took a step forward, her eyes flashing with a sharp light!
"The second strike—severing fate!"

She raised her hand and slashed, an invisible blade intent traversing the void.

This strike did not cut the physical body or break the Dharma form, but instead directly targeted the cause and effect of destiny—the ancestral king's originally unyielding figure trembled violently, as if all his countless strands of lifespan, fortune, and obsessions had been severed by this single strike!

At the same time, the divine purple-gold scroll above his head suddenly unfolded, its purple light soaring into the sky and illuminating the eight directions.

The scene in the painting suddenly changed—nine dragon veins meandered out, guarding the central pearl, which was the true form of Purple Mountain! She copied the power of the entire forbidden land's veins into the painting, transforming it into a miniature Taoist temple, which in turn suppressed the ancient sage.

As the purple light swirled, she raised her hand to restrain the Black Emperor, then summoned a jet-black gourd. With a light touch of her toes, she set off to escape on the gourd. At the same time, the gourd's mouth emitted an endless suction force—the overwhelming saintly pressure emanating from the Ancestor King was completely swallowed by the gourd like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, without the slightest residual force leaking out!
"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the ancient creature shattered, without blood or bone fragments scattering, but transformed into a beam of light that vanished into the air.

Transformation!

The Black Emperor stared in disbelief, his face filled with astonishment—a dignified Primordial Ancestor King had met such an end!

“When we entered this place, he was already at his last gasp, on the verge of transcending the Dao,” the purple-gold scroll slowly closed, Zixia’s voice was cold and calm, but there was no ease in her eyes. “If it weren’t for that, how could an ancient saint in his prime be dealt with so easily?”

"Even so, he was still a saint!" Black Emperor barked wildly, his ears twitching with lingering fear. "Even if he only had a breath left, he was still an ancient king-level being! Just like that, he vanished...tsk tsk, that was really satisfying!"

Before the words were even finished, it leaped forward with all four paws and darted to the center of the platform where the ancient king had sat for countless millennia. Then, with a "smack," it unceremoniously defecated a pile of dog poop.

"Nine dragons guard a single pearl, encompassing the profound mysteries of the changes in heaven and earth. What I need to do is actually very simple: to link the fate of that sage with the illusory image of Purple Mountain. That ancient sage simply cannot bear such a magnificent destiny, which naturally accelerates his tribulation of transformation." As Zixia spoke, she raised her hand to gently cover her eyes, as if she could not bear to look any longer.

Such a method of overwhelming and obliterating a saint with overwhelming force is truly terrifying.

The Black Emperor, however, paid no heed, swishing its tail as it continued leading the way. Following its inexplicable intuition, it locked onto a path ahead, leading Zixia along a winding, deep ancient cave, until they finally arrived at a vast and open new world.

"There's water ahead." Black King twitched its nose and barked softly.

Both the man and the dog looked surprised and immediately followed the sound, stepping onto an ancient path paved with green jade and climbing the steps. At the end of the path, they saw an ancient site with the remains of pavilions and towers, surrounded by withered vines and decaying wood, showing the vicissitudes of time.

In the center of the ancient land, the water glistens and sparkles, and a lake carved from a single piece of green jade lies quietly there, with white mist rising and the misty air wafting upwards.

"What a nostalgic scent!" Black Emperor roared and eagerly plunged into the swamp, swimming upstream with all his might.

Upon reaching the end of the stream, the scene before them was even more breathtaking—a pool carved from five-colored divine jade lay serenely embedded in the earth, bathed in a shimmering, auspicious light. Black King plunged into the spring, feeling a warm, nourishing energy surge through its body, and its wounds healed at a visible speed. Black King rolled around in the five-colored divine spring for a long time, its fur gleaming, even its bald tail shimmering with a precious light. It hummed contentedly, "Ah, it's been so many years since I've felt this comfortable. If only I could retire here..."

"Go." Zixia coldly interrupted its sweet dream.

Without the deterrent power of that ancient ancestral king, the restrictions and dangers within the mountain's interior suddenly diminished, and many passageways that had been sealed off for millennia were now passable. The two traveled swiftly, passing through ancient caves, crossing ruins, and treading over countless dormant array patterns, finally arriving at an extremely secluded corner.

Hidden among the pile of rocks was a dark hole—

However, it was only the size of a human head, shaped like a vertical eyehole, deep and dark, leading straight into the depths of the earth. Occasionally, wisps of colorful mist would emerge from the cave entrance, carrying a warm and gentle Taoist aura, brushing against the skin, making one feel completely comfortable, as if cleansing one's marrow and bones.

"Is this the Eye of Creation?" Zixia bent down to examine it closely, her eyes flashing slightly. "Unfortunately... it's completely dried up, its essence has been drained." The two didn't linger and continued on their way.

Soon after, Zixia's divine sense suddenly surged wildly—the space ahead opened up, revealing a vast plaza paved with black divine jade, barren and eternally silent. In the center of the plaza stood a dilapidated yet still magnificent stone palace, its broken pillars collapsed, its inscriptions faded, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.

She looked up and her heart skipped a beat—

The dome above is not a natural rock formation, but an inverted giant rock wall, round and thick in shape, with drooping marks on the edges, like a giant bell that suppresses heaven and earth!

“The Bell of No Beginning!” she blurted out.

The Black Emperor immediately became extremely cautious, tugging at her sleeve with his claw: "Don't stare! Go around! This is not something you or I can touch right now. Even a wisp of its energy could pulverize us!"

Normally greedy for wealth and treasures, it was acting out of character at this moment, its eyes were serious, its steps were quick, and it pulled Zixia along the edge to quietly bypass her.

Finally, they passed through the stone hall, and the scenery before them suddenly changed—

The area ahead was as open as a field, stretching as far as the eye could see.

And in the very center, a huge stone book stood silently!

The book was over ten meters long and one or two meters thick, carved entirely from an unknown grayish-white jade. Its surface was covered with densely packed ancient characters, each stroke imbued with the aura of the Great Dao. It stood alone on the earth, as if it had existed since the beginning of time, unapproachable and untouchable.

No wind blows, no dust rises.

Only that one book silently tells the secrets of eternity.

A man and a dog stood at a distance, both staring intently ahead, their eyes wide open.

Zixia's breathing was slightly sluggish, her voice as soft as a dream:
"The Sutra of Beginningless..."

(End of this chapter)