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

Deep within General Yin's cave, the stone marrow glowed with an eerie light, and the air was as still as waterlogged cotton.

Tang Sanzang was lifted up by an invisible force and suspended in mid-air. Beneath him, eighteen different bodies were quietly arranged.

The vast and complex memories accumulated over nine lifetimes, like molten lava suppressed for millions of years, suddenly erupted, breaking through the fragile dam of his mortal consciousness.

Scene after scene, layer upon layer. Love, desire, greed, anger, delusion, despair, quest...

Countless extreme emotional fragments, countless shattered moments of life, each bearing its own intense imprint, construct the entirety of our understanding.

At the same time, the secret technique that Chen Xuan had passed on to Jin Chanzi before his reincarnation began to operate on its own. In the blink of an eye, it raised Tang Sanzang's cultivation to the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

At the same time, the hidden laws of the Great Dao also rose above Tang Sanzang's head, completely concealing his cultivation. In the eyes of others, Tang Sanzang was still that mortal monk.

Inside the cave, the eighteen dormant bodies from their past lives suddenly erupted with dazzling light, which blazed towards Tang Sanzang, who was suspended in the center.

It was unclear how much time had passed—perhaps just a moment, perhaps a thousand years. The light within the cave suddenly dimmed, leaving only Tang Sanzang's figure suspended in the center.

He still kept his eyes closed, but the aura he exuded had undergone a complete transformation. The eighteen physical bodies from his previous lives had been refined by Tang Sanzang into his own clones.

The method used to refine the clone was the Blood God Child Clone Technique of the Lord of the Netherworld Blood Sea, the Styx Ancestor.

As long as one of Tang Sanzang's clones remains, even if Tang Sanzang's soul is destroyed, he can still awaken in the clone.

Sensing the power within him, Tang Sanzang slowly opened his eyes. Gone was the fear and compassion that once belonged to Chen Xuanzang; replaced by a sense of vicissitude and hatred for the Western Buddhist order.

Nine lifetimes of delusion were shattered in a single day. He finally remembered his mission completely. His journey westward was not to worship Buddha and seek scriptures, but to fulfill his own destiny.

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Outside the cave, at the foot of Liangjie Mountain, Yuchi Gong, Qin Qiong, and Cheng Yaojin, the three newly promoted Great Luo Golden Immortals, all felt a slight chill in their hearts and bowed to Grand Master Xuandu.

Cheng Yaojin spoke directly, saying, "Since the Grand Master has spoken, then I, Cheng, naturally cannot commit further murder. But how should we deal with this demon?"

Just then, a figure slowly emerged from the cave. He was still wearing the same brocade robe, still carrying the same nine-ringed staff, and still had that handsome monk's appearance.

At this moment, Tang Sanzang's face remained peaceful, but his eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if he had attained enlightenment after experiencing life and death.

He walked with ease, each step leaving no dust disturbed, yet subtly in harmony with the pulse of the entire land and mountains.

The radiant light emanating from his robe was no longer merely external protection, but rather a natural brilliance emanating from within him, gentle and restrained, yet containing an indescribable majesty.

Qin Qiong was the first to react, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which quickly turned into deep concern, "Master Sanzang, are you alright? This beast..."

Tang Sanzang slightly raised his hand, stopping Qin Qiong from speaking. He clasped his hands together and bowed slightly towards the direction of the painting.

His voice was calm yet carried an undeniable power: "Thank you for your help, Great Master. I understand the cause and effect of this matter."

"General Yin and his men certainly had no intention of harming this humble monk; on the contrary, they served as guides and protectors. The previous conflict was merely a misunderstanding caused by the illusions of fate." Upon hearing this, not only were the three dukes taken aback, but even the voice of Grand Master Xuandu carried a hint of barely perceptible inquiry.

“Now that the Holy Monk understands, I will return to the Fire Cloud Cave to report to my master. As for the Map of Mountains and Rivers, I will leave it to the Holy Monk.”

As soon as Grand Master Xuandu finished speaking, the scroll flew directly to Tang Sanzang's front. At the same time, Grand Master Xuandu had already broken through the void and returned to the Fire Cloud Cave.

Tang Sanzang bowed in the direction where Grand Master Xuandu had left, and then turned his gaze to General Yin.

At this moment, General Yin spoke to Tang Sanzang, saying, "You little demon General Yin, you are blind and have offended the holy monk's carriage. You deserve to die."

"Now that the Holy Monk has mercifully granted us this freedom, we are willing to lead all the men of the mountain to follow him for eternity, serving him at his beck and call. We would gladly face any danger, even death."

General Yin's voice was filled with fear from the depths of his soul and utter submission. The three tiger demons behind him, all at the Golden Immortal level, also prostrated themselves on the ground.

By this time, Tang Sanzang already knew General Yin's true intentions. Reopening his past life memories was only one of his tasks; another was to deliver mounts to Qin Qiong and the other two.

So he nodded and said, "Since you have a heart that desires good, this humble monk naturally cannot refuse. However, this humble monk is going to the Western Paradise to worship Buddha and obtain scriptures, and cannot take you with him."

"Why don't you stay by the side of the generals and go to the Tang Dynasty to make a name for yourselves? In the future, you can also shed your demonic forms and become divine generals of the Holy Court of the Human Race."

General Yin agreed without hesitation and asked the three golden tiger demons beside him, "Would you like to come with me to the Tang Dynasty?"

The three golden tiger demons spoke at the same time to General Yin: "We are willing to follow Your Majesty. Wherever Your Majesty chooses to go, we will stay by your side."

General Yin nodded with a smile, then pointed at the three golden tiger demons. Golden rays of light enveloped the three tiger demons.

In an instant, the roar of a tiger shook the mountains. Then, four powerful streams of demonic energy, led by General Yin, soared into the sky.

In a burst of dazzling golden light, General Yin's massive body rapidly shrank and transformed, eventually becoming a majestic tiger several times larger than an ordinary tiger, its entire body covered in azure wind and thunder energy.

The three golden tiger demons behind it also transformed into giant tigers with slightly different forms, but equally majestic and powerful.

One was entirely crimson, its mane like fire, with sparks flying from its hooves; the other was jet black, except for its four white paws, moving silently and carrying a chilling, shadowy aura.

The last one had a slightly more streamlined body, covered with pale gold scales, and its tail was like a steel whip, exuding the sharpest aura.

The four magnificent tiger demon mounts stood quietly before the three dukes and Tang Sanzang, bowing their heads and behaving docilely, showing no trace of their previous ferocity.

Tang Sanzang then spoke directly, saying, "Three Dukes, from this day forward, these three Golden Immortal-level tiger demons will be your mounts."

"I hope you will not let their talents go to waste, but lead them to achieve unparalleled feats. In the future, you can go together to the Holy Court of the Human Race and no longer suffer the torment of reincarnation."

"As for General Yin, you may take him back and hand him over to His Majesty. Consider it a token of my gratitude to His Majesty."

Cheng Yaojin's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He rubbed his large, fan-like hands together, circling the fiery red tiger twice, his mouth practically watering. (End of Chapter)