Honghuang: Creation of the Green Lotus, the beginning of the Three Pure Ones

The Haotian Mirror hangs outside the Huoyun Cave. Its ancient surface hums and vibrates, and the chaotic energy swirling around its frame suddenly accelerates, radiating a vast and mighty power that suppresses all the heavens.

The mirror surface is not smooth, but rather ripples like water, each ripple containing fragments of time and the traces of destiny.

The Jade Emperor's face was as cold and stern as ice that had stood for millennia. His body was enveloped in a surge of imperial purple energy as he unhesitatingly poured his immense magical power and the fortune of the Heavenly Court into the Haotian Mirror.

The mirror suddenly lit up, and an incredibly thick, solidified pillar of chaotic light shot out. It wasn't aimed at anyone, but rather pierced straight into the heavens, instantly connecting with the long river of fate that runs through the three realms of the primordial world.

In an instant, the weather outside the Fire Cloud Cave changed color. The vast and boundless phantom of the River of Destiny unfolded above the Haotian Mirror.

The river flows ceaselessly, and amidst the churning waves, it reflects endless fragments of light and shadow from the past, present, and future.

An aura of vastness, antiquity, and soul-stirring power enveloped all beings present. Even saints felt their own insignificance before this embodiment of the core laws of the Heavenly Dao.

The Jade Emperor's goal was very clear: to trace back all the key moments in the meeting and union of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

As the mirror's light swept across the river of fate, clear images were forcibly seized, frozen, and magnified from the river of time, projected into the void like a giant phantom curtain.

The scene clearly shows that the wind that unexpectedly blew away the Weaver Girl's rosy robe was not naturally generated, but was spewed from the mouth of the blue ox.

The rosy robes fell precisely into the bushes where the blue ox had been lying in ambush. A cunning and urgent glint flashed in the blue ox's eyes.

It didn't accidentally catch it with its mouth; rather, it opened its mouth and deliberately pulled the rosy robe into its mouth with a suction force, while secretly applying destructive Buddhist power with the tip of its horn.

After the Green Ox brought the panicked and distraught Weaver Girl, who had lost her rosy robes, back to the Cowherd's residence, it was not because they were in love, as the Cowherd had claimed.

In the scene, the green ox, with its eyes glowing with an eerie golden light in the dead of night, whispers to the sleeping cowherd.

The voice carried a seductive power, planting the idea of ​​marrying a fairy and gaining immortality and wealth deep into the cowherd's ignorant consciousness like a seed.

It even mimics the voice of the Weaver Girl, expressing her love to the Cowherd in his dream.

The local official who was moved by love had his whereabouts tracked down by the Haotian Mirror.

The retrospective shows that exactly three months before the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl's union, this official, during a seemingly ordinary inspection of local conditions, secretly met a monk in a gray robe with an indistinct face in an abandoned mountain temple.

The monk handed the official a jade slip that exuded the scent of sandalwood. When the official officiated at the wedding of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, the magical energy flowing within him was of the same origin as the Buddhist imprint on the jade slip. The so-called感动 (moved feeling) was nothing more than a disguise for carrying out a mission.

The radiance of the Haotian Mirror pierced through numerous spatial barriers, tracing back to a hidden fragment of a Buddhist kingdom on the edge of the Western Spirit Mountain.

Although the image is somewhat blurry, the figure of Vairocana Buddha is clearly visible. He is issuing a decree to a hazy blue light.

"The time has come. Proceed according to plan. We must ensure that the Weaver Girl remains in the mortal realm and bears children. This is the key to instigating conflict between the Heavenly Court and the human race."

"Then, Cowherd, just grant me the empty title of immortality. After the deed is done, I will allow your soul to return to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool and be restored to its golden form."

The azure light emitted a dull response, its aura bearing a striking resemblance, seven-tenths similar to the imprisoned azure ox's essence outside the Fire Cloud Cave.

Every frame is crystal clear, containing the imprint of the unalterable laws of the river of fate. The trajectory of Buddhist power, the whispers of conspiracy, the traces of seduction…

All the carefully concealed sordid schemes, under the immense power of the Haotian Mirror connecting the river of fate, melted away like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun, leaving behind the naked and irrefutable truth. "Vairocana Buddha, what do you have to say now?"

The Jade Emperor's voice was like ice shattering in the deepest hell, containing boundless rage and the judgmental will of an emperor.

He abruptly withdrew his magical power, and the radiance of the Haotian Mirror receded, but the irrefutable evidence projected into the void did not dissipate immediately, remaining like a pillar of shame nailed to the face of Vairocana Buddha.

The ever-present compassionate smile on Vairocana Buddha's face finally froze and shattered completely. A very subtle hint of panic flashed across the depths of his eyes.

Although it was forcibly suppressed in an instant, the composure of complete control had vanished. The originally peaceful and radiant Buddhist light surrounding him now appeared somewhat sluggish and dim.

He opened his mouth, seemingly trying to argue that the scene could be faked, but faced with the oppressive force of the laws of the River of Fate, any sophistry seemed pale, powerless, and laughable.

“Amitabha, this is the Weaver Girl’s destined tribulation. Heaven has ordained that she must overcome it through the hands of our Buddhist sect. That is why I say that the Weaver Girl and our Buddhist sect are connected.”

Even he himself felt powerless in his defense; faced with overwhelming evidence, it was like the sound of a mosquito.

The Queen Mother let out a sharp shriek, the fury in her phoenix eyes almost materializing into real phoenix flames.

"What a convenient excuse! From plotting against Yao Ji to scheming against my two daughters, your Buddhist sect's reach has grown longer and more despicable with each step."

"If we do not capture you, you bald thief, today, and extract your soul to serve as a warning to others, where will the dignity of my Heavenly Court be? How will my hatred as a mother be appeased?"

The Queen Mother of the West, who had just returned from the Netherworld, shone brightly with the phoenix feather fan in her hand. The terrifying aura of innate fire locked onto Vairocana Buddha, and a great battle was about to break out.

The faces of the three sovereigns—Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan—as well as the sages like Suiren and Youchao, were extremely gloomy.

Scheming against the Heavenly Princess is the Jade Emperor's family affair, but using human officials, manipulating mortal marriages, and dragging humans into this monstrous conspiracy as pawns is a blatant trampling on human dignity and a challenge to the bottom line of the Fire Cloud Cave.

"Buddhism, you have overstepped your bounds."

Fuxi's voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling aura that seemed to freeze time and space. The illusory images of the Hetu and Luoshu in his hand slowly rotated, and the long river of human destiny rumbled faintly above the Fire Cloud Cave.

"To be executed."

Emperor Xin was even more decisive. The Xuanyuan Sword at his waist emitted a clear and melodious dragon's roar, and the magnificent holy sword energy soared straight into the sky, locking onto the aura of Vairocana Buddha.

Outside the Fire Cloud Cave, a murderous aura permeated the air, the space solidified, and the auras of saints intertwined and collided, forming a destructive force field.

Vairocana Buddha, standing at the eye of the storm, had beads of cold sweat on his forehead. His hand gestures changed rapidly, and a phantom image of a seven-story pagoda appeared above his head.

He struggled against the terrifying pressure coming from all directions. He knew that if he could not escape today, this incarnation of the Buddha of the past, and even part of his origin, would perish here.

Just as tensions were running high and a critical moment was imminent, a clear and melodious female voice, filled with compassion and peace, seemed to come from beyond the heavens.

"Fellow Daoists, please show mercy." (End of Chapter)