The Primordial Law

Chapter 283 True Purpose
The Buddha statue in Bhagavan holds a scepter, rides a giant elephant, and has streaks of stars above its head.

The ancestral statue is tall and imposing, and has existed for tens of thousands of years.

At this moment, Li Weiyi could finally confirm that he had entered another spatial region. After all, the ancestral statue was hundreds of meters tall, while the entrance to the earth fissure was only a hundred meters underground.

Inside the main hall is the "Pilgrimage of All Souls Sculpture Group".

There are more than a hundred passageways behind the sculpture.

Some lead upwards along stone steps. Some go straight ahead. Some lead underground.

The underground celestial abode is not flat.

The eighth path that Tang Wanzhou had been exploring was the path leading to the upper level. It was two zhang wide, with flat stone structures on both sides of the passage. Murals, hanging lamps, and skeletons could be seen from time to time. A great battle had taken place here in ancient times.

After traveling along this road for a hundred miles, a large section of the passage collapsed, forming cliffs and precipices.

Below the cliff, dark red lava flows slowly, radiating heat; it's hard to imagine whether the lower world will be affected.

Everyone was highly skilled, and they enveloped their mounts with magical energy, leaping swiftly across.

The deeper you go, the more complex the passage becomes.

There are many side quests, making it like a maze.

Li Weiyi had been memorizing and marking the notes.

Behind the thirty-eight riders, a number of martial arts practitioners followed at a distance. They possessed both strength and courage, and intended to take advantage of the chaos.

After venturing two hundred miles deeper, the terrain of the underground immortal abode becomes more diverse, no longer just narrow and crowded passages, but also caves, plains, rocky mountains, rivers...

After traveling for a day and a night, Li Weiyi's injuries had recovered to about 60-70%.

At the same time, he completely absorbed the Starry Night Pill he had swallowed when entering the underground passage.

The psychic star had grown by almost half, full of energy. Instead of feeling tense and depressed due to being in danger, the person was extremely excited.

At this moment, they had already penetrated more than 300 miles into the underground immortal abode.

Ahead lay a vast plain stretching for tens of miles, its soil hard and covered with a large number of luminous thorny plants that faintly illuminated the darkness, making the entire space hazy.

Li Weiyi looked up and gazed upwards.

There was no top in sight, only endless darkness.

Everyone on the mount became alert, with no room for relaxation.

Some of these martial artists had already summoned magical artifacts and weapons, activating the scriptures on their armor.

Tuoba Butuo said in a low voice, "This is the farthest place I have ever been. It is said to be a training ground during the peak of the ancient Bhagavan religion. Now it is called the Netherworld Plain by explorers and is marked on maps sold at high prices."

"Whoosh!"

From the dark thicket of thorns came a series of strange, rustling sounds.

Then, a cloud of miasma rose up and rushed toward the thirty-eight riders of Xuejian Tangting.

Sensing danger, the mounts growled restlessly.

Li Weiyi used his telekinetic powers to sense that there were countless flying insects in the miasma and smoke.

It looks like a mosquito, about the size of a fist, and makes a buzzing sound.

"Be on guard! It's a swarm of bone-corroding mosquitoes!" shouted an elder in the group, who was at the Dao Seed Realm.

"boom!"

A palm print of magical energy was unleashed from a distance, causing the air to tremble and briefly scattering the swarm of insects. But soon, the swarm regrouped and pressed down relentlessly.

Li Weiyi had read some of the "Collection of Ferocious Insects" and had some understanding of the Bone-Eating Miasma Mosquito, an extremely terrifying general-level ferocious insect that could suck the blood of all living things in a city in a short period of time.

Encountering them, even martial artists at the Dao Seed Realm will be driven to the brink of destruction, leaving no trace of their bodies.

The venomous mosquitoes in front of me were much larger than those described in the book, and they had many variations.

The middle-aged woman from the Wanyan clan was the first to act, releasing two commander-level rare insects called "Seven-Colored Fireflies".

Two strange fireflies, enveloped in seven-colored flames, rushed into the miasma. Instantly, the bone-eating miasma mosquitoes within the smoke were burned into fireballs and fell to the ground.

Moments later, the swarm of venomous mosquitoes fled and disappeared into the darkness.

The two firefly insects flew back and were collected into an insect bag by the Wanyan woman.

"What a powerful Seven-Colored Firefly! A Commander-level Strange Insect against these ferocious insect swarms is a complete bloodline counter."

"Lady Wanyan's two seven-colored fireflies are already comparable in combat power to two Dao Lotus martial cultivators."

"Fortunately, we had the insect control warrior with us, otherwise, just this swarm of bone-corroding miasma mosquitoes would have been enough to give us a headache."

……

Li Weiyi had been observing the two seven-colored fireflies. They were indeed powerful, having grown to the peak of the commander-level strange insects, and could easily repel a swarm of general-level ferocious insects.

This Netherworld Plain was quite dangerous. They then encountered two swarms of soldier-level ferocious insects and one swarm of general-level ferocious insects, all of which were repelled by Lady Wanyan and Old Man Shanze using insect control.

Li Weiyi did not have the opportunity to release the seven Phoenix Winged Moth Queens.

After crossing the plains, the number of martial arts practitioners following behind the thirty-eight riders was already very small.

Before them appeared a steep stone wall, dozens of feet high.

On the stone wall, there are some ancient drawings and texts, the lines and words emitting a white fluorescence.

Li Weiyi and Tuoba Butuo followed closely behind Tang Wanzhou as they ascended the stone wall. Above them were more stone walls, layer upon layer, as if they had been built by human hands. Tang Wanzhou finally stopped, sat on the back of the three-tailed snow fox, and looked at the riders behind him with an extremely serious expression: "The number of martial cultivators who can cross the Netherworld Plains and come here is very small."

"This is the location of the Starfire Altar of the ancient Bhagavate, which is four hundred miles away from the main hall of the underground immortal abode entrance."

"I told you, once we delve into the underground immortal abode, I will reveal the true purpose of our journey. Now, the time has come!"

At the rear of the group, a deformed humanoid martial artist with an ape head and an extremely strong aura asked, "Is the young lord being so cautious because he is worried that giving us advance notice will lead to information leaks?"

Tang Wanzhou scanned everyone present, his eyes deep and sharp, his tone cold: "The thirty-eight riders on this trip are all top experts, and their strength is beyond doubt. However, the matter we are about to undertake is of great importance. It is neither a thousand-year-old herb nor a Daoist manual. I must be cautious, and I hope you will all understand."

The old man from the mountains asked, "Is the important matter that Young Master mentioned related to this Starfire Altar?"

"That's right, everyone, follow me!"

This ancient Starfire Altar is dozens of feet high on each level, with smooth cliff walls that only martial artists at the Dao Seed Realm can climb relatively easily.

The vast majority of the mounts remained beneath the altar.

Tang Wanzhou ascended to the fourth level of the altar, dismounted his three-tailed snow fox mount, and walked forward. After searching for a moment, he struck out with his palm at a broken section of the stone wall.

"boom!"

A stone gate, about ten feet tall, then opened.

She carried a stone lantern that emitted a bluish glow and walked at the front, her footsteps echoing through the passage.

“Li Weiyi, I found that fragment of the Spirit Platform Star Stone by chance inside this altar.”

"Thank you for the reminder, young master."

Li Weiyi secretly observed the various patterns and texts on the stone wall, releasing his mental energy to explore every area he passed through.

If he could find another fragment of the Spirit Platform Flame Star Stone, along with the Star Day Pill, he was confident that he could break through to the second-star Spirit Master realm in a short period of time.

We arrived at the core area inside the altar.

The martial artists gasped in unison, gathering around Tang Wanzhou and gazing at the towering stone wall, dozens of feet high. The wall was covered with numerous paintings and carvings, telling an ancient story.

"That's...that's Bhagavan?"

Tuoba Butuo pointed to a figure on the mural that looked remarkably like the Buddha statue in the main hall at the entrance.

In the mural.

Bhagavan Buddha held a scepter, raised his hands high, and countless stars fell from above his head, streaking like a meteor shower, crashing to the ground and raising clouds of dust.

Tang Wanzhou stopped below the mural and solemnly said, "A month ago, I accidentally stumbled upon this place and saw the exquisite murals, but I couldn't understand what some of the content represented. So, I went to Zuoqiu Temple and consulted all the ancient books about Bhagavan religion, and finally I could fully understand the murals."

"The first mural depicts the ancient Buddha Bhagavan witnessing a catastrophic event of a falling star."

"That cataclysmic event caused the death of countless lives on Earth, mountains collapsed, rivers changed course, and dust covered the sky, keeping the sun out for years."

"The second mural depicts Bhagavan Buddha saving lives during a disaster, establishing the Bhagavan religion, collecting stars that fell from the sky, and analyzing their mysterious energy."

Li Weiyi's gaze fell on the second mural.

There, Bhagavan Buddha sat high on a lotus throne, with countless believers below.

Dozens of stars, radiating brilliant light, stood like dozens of mountains behind him.

Li Weiyi secretly wondered if the Lingtai Yanxing Stone was one of them.

Tang Wanzhou walked to the bottom of the third mural: "This one tells the story of Bhagavan Buddha forging dozens of stars into a book called the 'Book of Bright Stars and Stars,' also known as the 'Bhagavan Sutra.' Each star represents a page of the 'Book of Light,' totaling forty-two pages."

“Bhagavan Buddha devoted his entire life to writing words in the book that contained supreme power. Afterwards, he attained enlightenment and left this earth.”

"With the Book of Bright Stars and Mornings, the power of light will eternally illuminate the Bhagavan religion, and the ancestral temple of the church will be impervious to all evil."

Tang Wanzhou walked toward the fourth mural: "This tells the story of many years after Bhagavan Buddha left. A radical leader was born in the religion, who used the 'Book of Bright Stars and Mornings' to conquer the realm of the dead and continuously expand the territory of the living."

"What? There's a treasure in this world that can dispel the dark and eerie power of the Netherworld of the Dead?" Wanyan Shenxing, whose combat strength ranks among the top three in the group, said in disbelief.

The Realm of the Dead, like a forbidden zone for life, surrounds the entire Lingxiao Realm, boundless and limitless.

Martial cultivators at the Dao Seed Realm have reached the pinnacle of humanity and can begin to grasp the truth of this world and the essence of existence.

The more this happens, the more depressed I feel.

The catastrophe a thousand years ago swallowed up more than 90% of the territory of the three hundred states of Lingxiao. The survivors lived in fear day and night.

"The death power of the Netherworld can block out all sunlight, turn all living beings into ghosts, breed evil creatures, revive the dead, allow curses and monsters to run rampant, and cause all things to wither." An old spiritualist chanted.

Tuoba Butuo was extremely excited and full of pride: "If the Book of Bright Stars and Mornings really exists, we will have the opportunity to subdue the more than two hundred states that have been swallowed up by the Netherworld of the Dead. Each state we subdue is thousands of miles of territory with endless resources and fertile fields. Then the population will migrate, the desolate villages will become bustling towns, and the Netherworld of the Dead will be transformed into lush forests."

"Back then, there were plenty of minerals, land, and pastures... Why bother conquering south and fighting with the major human powers for the twenty-eight states?"

"We will fight north, into the realm of the dead, reclaim the land of the living, and be recorded in history forever."

All the martial artists present were filled with excitement and their eyes burned with passion.

Li Weiyi remained calm and looked at Tang Wanzhou.

She was extremely calm, her eyes undisturbed, and walked toward the fifth mural: "Unfortunately, this book, the Book of Light and Stars, was torn to pieces during a turmoil within the Bhagavan religion, turning into pages of luminous scriptures."

The mural depicts the Book of Light and Stars spreading out, with each page of scripture flying out like a small sun.

Everyone sighed.

Li Weiyi looked at the corner of the mural, pondered for a moment, and said, "Look here! There is a small figure here, holding a page of the Scripture of Light in his hand. He entered the depths of the Netherworld of the Dead, instantly illuminating an area. Does this mean that as long as we find a page of the scripture, we can reclaim a piece of the living land?"

(End of this chapter)