Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1201 Wonderful Music
Lingshan, Jiangxi.

In official history, this is the location of the mountain gate of the Pure Land Temple [Da Leiyin Temple], a place where all Buddhas pay homage. However, in pseudo-history, this is the last territory of ancient Buddhism.

From a distance, one sees a magnificent palace with a six-cornered gate, colorful roof tiles, and twenty-four layers of halls standing directly above Mount Ling, breathing in spiritual energy and harmonizing yin and yang. However, upon closer inspection, one discovers that this imposing palace is actually just an exquisite painting.

[The Heavenly Gate of the Path]

After the great battle of the Dao Lords, all the ancient cultivators of the three foundational paths gathered here, constantly thinking of counterattacking the Cave Heaven Method and fighting the demon to the death.

Just then, at the very top of the palace...

A man with a rugged appearance, dressed like a savage, carrying an axe, walked down the steps and was met by a man in a Taoist robe.

"Big brother!"

The man in the Taoist robe said as soon as they met, "I just did a divination, and this newly promoted [Mountain Fire] True Lord may not be a bad thing for us."

Panhuang's brows relaxed slightly upon hearing this, and he smiled, "Since it was you, Prince Xi, who calculated it, then it must be correct."

"Ugh, don't even mention it."

King Xi sighed deeply: "The ominous divination I performed a while ago still hasn't revealed anything. I wonder what went wrong."

Among the Dharma Body Dao Great True Lords, Xi Wang is a unique outlier. Although he cultivates the Dharma Body, he is proficient in the art of divination and divination, and is not good at fighting. Just three months ago, he suddenly calculated a very ominous sign, which meant that the three foundations were about to encounter a great calamity.

But no matter what the specific calamity was, they couldn't figure it out.

"Alright, you don't need to worry about it too much."

Seeing Xi Wang's worried face, Pan Huang comforted him, "It's nothing more than dealing with whatever comes our way. As long as we brothers are of one mind, there is no obstacle we cannot overcome."

Upon hearing this, King Xi rolled his eyes.

"A typical Dharmakaya path."

"No wonder you sat in the front row when the teacher was lecturing back then."

Pan Huang: ".??"

"You little brat, you're asking for a beating."

There was a moment of chaos, yet also a sense of peace and joy.

However, at the same time, in another corner of the [Conquest of the Heavenly Gate Map], in a secluded quiet room, a man suddenly opened his eyes.

It's been three months.

The man let out a long breath, and on his body, his once intact flesh was now covered with dense runes, which spread across his hands and feet like cracks.

The next second, the man's physical body exploded, turning into countless streams of magical light that converged into a magnificent rainbow that illuminated the entire quiet room. This continued for a full quarter of an hour before the rainbow re-condensed, giving rise to flesh and blood, and reconstructing a physical body.

After the reconstruction, the man showed no signs of abnormality.

Mission accomplished.

'Fortunately, at this point in time I only have the cultivation level of the Immortal Bridge Realm. With my current strength, I can easily assimilate it; otherwise, there would be a lot more trouble.'

This person is none other than Miaole, the eldest disciple of the Master of Magic!
The ominous sign that King Xi had predicted three months ago pointed to him, but unfortunately, he came from official history, so King Xi naturally couldn't figure it out.

The next second, he slowly opened his palm.

In the palm of his hand, a dreamlike light suddenly appeared, within which one could vaguely see scenes of the mortal world and immortal paradises, constantly intertwining and changing.

[Yellow Millet]!
This is a perfect plane comparable to the Foundation Establishment Realm, the culmination of his 129,600 years of accumulation, originally intended to be used to prove the Tribulation.

However, plans can't keep up with changes. He was unaware of the conversation between the Dao Lords. He only knew that one day, the Dao Lord of Magic suddenly found him and forced him to change his plan to prove the [calamity]. He was instructed to go to the false history and find a way to integrate the [Yellow Millet] into the false history, thereby saving the evil spirits.

Miao Le was not surprised by this. Because his [Yellow Millet] could truly do it; this dream plane could not only draw all things into dreams, but also turn those things into dream illusions!
In short, it's about turning the real into the fake.

If it is truly incorporated into pseudo-history.

If everything goes smoothly, the false history will vanish into nothingness and be replaced by the "Yellow Millet," and in that case, the resurrection of the spirits will be as easy as turning one's hand.

This is a method of deception and substitution.

However, Miaole was initially unwilling to accept this arrangement, since integrating the "Yellow Millet" into the pseudo-history would not cause any harm to the present world.

In that case, the calamity will not be felt.

This is cutting off his path!
However, after the Master of Magic told him that this time the false history would be reversed and the true history would be restored, Miaole changed her mind and felt that it was not impossible.

not to mention--

"Boom!"

In Miao Le's palm, the [Yellow Millet] shimmered with light, and soon a tall, slender figure, whose face and body were obscured, appeared.

The Nameless Daoist Master.

His posture was exactly the same as what Ling Xiao had seen. All the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth, and endless brilliance, converged on his body, yet he revealed not a trace of aura.

'Who is he?'

Miao Le pondered that it was his conversation with this nameless Daoist master and the information he revealed that finally made him decide to enter the pseudo-history.

However, now that things have come to this, he hesitated again. After all, once this step is taken, there is no turning back. With the Yellow Millet fusion into the pseudo-history, his entire foundation is now bound to the pseudo-history. Once the pseudo-history cannot return to the orthodox tradition, he will be useless and will never be able to attain enlightenment again in this lifetime.

".hehe."

Thinking of this, Miaole suddenly smiled: "Hesitation is also a novel experience, but it is an obstacle to one's cultivation. It seems that this is not acceptable."

After saying this, he closed his eyes. When he opened them again a moment later, his hesitation had completely transformed into firmness and decisiveness.

"It's finally my turn to take the lead."

"Such an important matter, it's better if I handle it."

It was the same voice, but the tone was completely different. Such a significant change made it seem as if the person inside had been replaced, which sent chills down one's spine.

The next second, Miaole pressed down with her palm.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the dreamlike brilliance of the "Yellow Millet" was directly pressed into the fabricated history, stirring up a huge wave at an unseen, deeper level.

Almost simultaneously, all the True Lords within the False Immortal Pivot felt something, raised their heads, and looked around, but found nothing. They only felt a warm breeze blowing by, making them squint their eyes comfortably, but upon closer inspection, they could not find the source of this warm breeze.

For the True Lord, it was just a warm breeze.

However, when the breath was applied to Foundation Establishment cultivators, it transformed into a strong drowsiness and fatigue, which they had to activate their supernatural powers to barely dispel.

As for those below them, such as Qi cultivators and mortals, they were utterly defenseless.

Between heaven and earth, only a faint, mysterious sound echoed in the ears of the slumbering cultivators and mortals, drawing them into a deeper slumber:

"What joy is there in life, what sorrow in death? Joy and sorrow, all return to dust."

"For you, everything is like a bubble, all efforts are in vain. Today I open the Yellow Millet Dream, wishing all living beings in the world to remain in this dream forever."

(End of this chapter)