Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 370 Yang Shen Realm
Inside the cave.

Fang Zuo thought of the kitchen knife thoughtfully.

An inexplicable feeling began to appear again.

Just when this illusion appeared.

Interrupted by the other party.

"What's wrong? It seems like you seem to be remembering something." Bi Wu San Ren stroked his white beard and asked with a smile, "Why don't you tell me about it? Perhaps I can help you resolve some of your doubts and enlighten your thoughts."

"Nothing, just some memories from the past. No need to bother you anymore." Fang Zuo collected his thoughts and continued, "You just mentioned that the spiritual energy is weakening, and the cultivators from the three realms are turning to the path of incense and fire."

"But even if this avenue of incense flourished for a while, it would eventually come to an end."

"Otherwise, the monks today wouldn't still be practicing with meager spiritual energy."

"You are absolutely right, Daoist friend." Biwu Sanren sighed, shook his head, and said with a compassionate look on his face:

"As the saying goes, everything turns to its opposite when it reaches its extreme. Yang alone cannot thrive; yin and yang are interdependent. Prosperity and decline are in their proper time! This avenue of incense comes quickly, but it also ends quickly."

"When the Spiritual Energy Avenue was flourishing, demonic cultivators were still a minority, but when the Incense Avenue was popular, almost everyone was a demonic cultivator."

"These believers and incense are the precious treasures of the monks. If you want to improve your realm, just rob them. What could be easier than robbing?"

"Those powerful incense masters, their golden bodies are wrapped in the skins of their fellow disciples. The incense altar is covered with the bones of their dearest friends, and the residual souls of their fellow disciples are hung as wicks in the incense hall."

"The three realms are like the Shura Dojo. Where is the morality? They are full of jackals."

"It's a pity that the other creatures in the Three Realms, whether they are humans, demons, ghosts or spirits, have been kept captive and raised like beasts by believers, who pray day and night and burn incense."

"These powerful beings on the Great Avenue of Incense and Fire fought for believers in their own worlds, and later on, the smaller worlds attacked each other, causing endless fighting throughout the Three Realms."

"It wasn't until after that strange sound that we old folks, who had been shut up in the mountain gates, curiously opened the cave and poked our heads out, that we discovered it."

"The avenue of incense has been cut off, and everything has returned to the way it was."

"However, the four continents were shattered, leaving only one and a half."

"Among the three realms of heaven, earth, and man, only the human realm's spiritual energy remains, and the spiritual energy is even thinner."

"And the Heavenly Dao began to suppress and repel the Yang God Realm."

"We guys can only hide in the cave and wait for death."

Biwu Sanren showed a sad expression, sighed, and shook his head continuously.

Fang Zuo consoled him, "That's not necessary. How many fellow Daoists have died in disasters! Daoist friend has finally reached the Yang God realm. It's a good thing that you're free and at ease here, having avoided disasters."

"You are right, fellow Daoist. Of all the friends and relatives I had when I became a Daoist, I am the only one left now." Bi Wu Sanren sighed again, raised his head and asked:

"My fellow Daoist, we hit it off right away and had a great time chatting. I'm wondering how to address you, Daoist friend?"

"My surname is Fang," said Fang Zuo.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Fang." Bi Wu San Ren waved his whisk, bowed again, and said, "I see that Fellow Daoist's purple hair has been completed. Soon the [Purple Qi Canopy] will emerge! From now on, your Nascent Soul will travel to the North Sea in the morning and Cang Wu in the evening, free from any worries."

"Once you have mastered the [Pure Yang Golden Lotus], you will be able to refine your spirit and return it to emptiness, and your Yang Spirit will begin to emerge."

"To be able to do this under such spiritual energy is a blessing from fate, and the Tao is naturally formed."

"You're too kind, fellow Daoist. It was just a fluke." Fang Zuo shook his head. "Although it's only one step away from Yang Shen, many people stop here."

"It is definitely not a fluke, fellow Daoist, there is no need to be modest. Now that we are on this great road, we can still see that the Daoist sect has a successor. I am truly filled with joy." Bi Wu Sanren laughed and said:

"It's a pity that I will soon pass away and will not be able to see with my own eyes the first Yang God to achieve the great success of my fellow Taoist."

Fang Zuo remained silent.

Even the Yang Shen has a demise.

Only by refining the void and merging with the Tao can one hope to be like the Taoist Ancestor.

Even if the inspiration is gone, you can still find a new opportunity.

"Fellow Daoist Fang," Biwu Sanren said with a serious face, "I have something to discuss with you."

"If you don't mind, I would like to give you a little bit of the great power of heaven and earth from my spiritual platform to help you cross this threshold and return to the state of emptiness."

Fang Zuo was stunned, a little surprised: "How can that be possible? If you give me this great power of heaven and earth, I'm afraid you will die immediately."

"Even if I don't give it to you, I don't have much time left." Bi Wu San Ren shook his head with a bitter expression. "Of course I'm unwilling to accept this, but even those great beings who live as long as the heavens and the earth have to leave and seek new opportunities."

"Even the heavens and the earth will cease to exist, leaving only this human world."

"This is the way of heaven, and it cannot be forced by human power. I have lived for so many years and have come to terms with it. Fellow Daoist Fang, please don't refuse."

"Rather than living a few more days and letting the great power of heaven and earth dissipate, I would rather let them help my fellow Taoist take this step."

talking.

A look of sorrow appeared on Biwu Sanren's face. He paused, then forced a smile and said, "As long as I can see that after the spiritual energy is cut off, the Taoist sect still has its pillars that support the sky, I will be able to leave with peace of mind."

After hearing this, Fang Zuo neither objected nor agreed.

Biwu Sanren sighed.

He then advised, "I know that Fellow Daoist Fang has a profound Dao Heart, but if you rely on your own cultivation, with such a thin spiritual energy, I don't know how long you will have to wait."

"My help is an opportunity for us. If you don't want to owe me karma, and you have the energy to help me take care of this small world in the future, it will be considered as a way to thank me and repay the karma. How do you do it?"

"If I refuse again, it would seem a bit hypocritical." Fang Zuo nodded: "In this case, I will be disrespectful to refuse. I don't know how to thank you."

"Great! That's right." Bi Wu Sanren stroked his white beard with satisfaction and nodded with a smile: "Why thank you? I came to save you today, but who knows if you won't come to save me in the future?"

"Then don't waste time. Every moment you wait will reduce my power of heaven and earth." Biwu Sanren swung his whisk and roared:
"Fellow Daoist, quickly open your spiritual platform and gather your Nascent Soul, and carefully experience the mighty power of heaven and earth."

Fang Zuo smiled and said, "Thank you very much, fellow Taoist."

He closed his eyes and said nothing.

Light gradually began to appear at the spiritual platform.

at the same time.

The Asura patterns all over his body lit up quietly.

A look of joy appeared on Biwu Sanren's old face.

Nodding continuously.

It can be instantaneous.

His expression turned from joy to horror.

His old eyes were bulging.

A big old man with a big mouth.

Fang Zuo's sneering face was reflected in Biwu Sanren's pupils, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

then.

Biwu Sanren's body flew back with a loud bang and hit the stone wall of the cave hard.

Fell to the ground.

He leaned against the stone wall and looked down in disbelief.

His own stomach had been pierced by Fang Zuo's punch.

Empty.

vomit!
Biwu Sanren's throat bulged, he stroked his stomach, and vomited out a broken golden lotus.

He quickly grabbed the golden lotus and swallowed it back into his stomach.

He looked at Fang Zuo with vicious eyes.

The kind expression was long gone.

Only cruelty and hideousness remain.

"Ahhhhhh!! You deserve to die!! You actually hurt my Pure Yang Golden Lotus, you deserve to die, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!" Bi Wu San Ren shouted viciously, "You little Nascent Soul, how dare you hurt me? You deserve to die!!!"

As he shouted, the wound on his stomach emitted a brilliant light.

Spider-like cracks began to appear throughout the cave, and it instantly shattered into stone pieces.

Everything disappeared.

Become a void.

There is no sun, moon, or stars.

Time and space are meaningless here.

The Asura patterns on Fang Zuo's body emitted bright light, and countless white auspicious clouds were wrapped around his body.

Several large white auspicious clouds were flying at my feet.

He stood upright in the void.

There was still a sneer on his face.

And in the void opposite him.

An old face gradually emerged.

then.

The body slowly appears.

Biwu Sanren reappeared with a miserable look on his face.

The white beard on his chin was straggly, and the hollow in his stomach had recovered.

He stared at Fang Zuo viciously, his face twisted, and whispered:

"How did you tell that? I believe I've been honest with you about everything since you entered the cave, and I haven't shown any hostility towards you."

"Every word I said afterwards came from the heart."

"How did you figure that out at the last step?"

"I didn't notice it." Fang Zuo said lightly.

Bi Wu San Ren was stunned and said in disbelief: "Then why did you sneak attack me?"

"It's simple. I've been through a lot," Fang Zuo said expressionlessly, "so I never trust anyone easily."

"What's more, when I fell into your little world, you didn't let me out immediately. You were observing me."

"This alone is enough to make me extremely wary of you."

"Also, I never believed that there are such good people in this world."

Biwu Sanren's mouth opened wide, he couldn't believe the answer.

"Even if you don't believe me, just reject me. Why did you attack me?" Biwu Sanren shouted loudly.

"Even though I don't believe you, I still have a glimmer of hope," Fang Zuo said. "I want to see what you're trying to do."

Bi Wu San Ren shook his head repeatedly: "Impossible, impossible! Before you attacked me, I didn't show any malicious intent. Why did you attack before me?"

"This is a habit I developed in the past." Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows. "If something went wrong, I would stab the person first. But later I stopped using knives and switched to using fists."

“What~~? You~~???” Biwu Sanren couldn’t believe this answer even more and didn’t know what to say.

After a long pause, he continued, "Aren't you afraid of hitting the wrong person?"

"I have a habit of apologizing very well." Fang Zuo said nonchalantly, "It's a mistake, it's his bad luck. I can apologize. A good person will definitely accept my apology."

"Of course. If he doesn't accept my apology, then it means I was right to beat him. I'll keep beating him until he accepts my apology."

"Unreasonable! I don't understand what you're saying! How could there be a cultivator like you!!" Bi Wu San Ren roared angrily, "Unreasonable! Unreasonable! How could there be someone like you? It's absolutely unreasonable!"

"I have a question for you, too," Fang Zuo said. "You don't seem to be very good at fighting. You're indeed a [Peaceful Immortal] as you said. How could you harbor any ill will towards me?"

"I think about it, and it seems that I haven't offended you in any way!"

"Because I'm afraid of death! Because I don't want to die!" Bi Wu San Ren finally calmed down from his anger and looked at Fang Zuo coldly:

"I saw with my own eyes, my relatives, friends, brothers, my fellow Taoists, and descendants, all dying before my eyes!" "Now, it's almost my turn. The longer I live, the more I fear death. I don't want to die!!"

"But now I can neither return to my original world to seek some opportunities, nor do I have anywhere else to go. Even if there are some Yang Gods like me, we can't do anything to each other. I can only hide in my own world for so many years."

"I've been waiting for a long time, but the people who came to my little world were just ordinary people. Finally, I've waited for you."

"Swallowing your spirit platform and chewing your Nascent Soul will at least allow me to live a little longer."

“That’s why I…”

As soon as he finished speaking, Biwu Sanren's pupils suddenly contracted.

His face was full of disbelief.

Because a fist has already hit me.

Biwu Sanren's figure was about to disappear into the void.

But the other fist had already calculated and smashed into the void.

The void vibrates.

Countless cracks appeared and then recovered.

The soul of Biwu Sanren was smashed so hard that golden light came out of his mouth and his figure was revealed.

Rolling repeatedly in the void.

His white hair was disheveled.

The long white beard turned into fluorescent light and fell into the void.

"As a Nascent Soul cultivator, do you still have some identity as a Nascent Soul cultivator? How dare you launch a sneak attack?" Bi Wu Sanren was furious.

The entire void felt his anger.

There were wind, rain, thunder and lightning everywhere.

Earth, water, fire and wind invade.

"Do you think I really want to ask you? Life and death are determined by means. Either I live or you die!" Fang Zuo succeeded in his attack, shook his body, and slowly extended the other two arms from his shoulders.

"It's either my life or your death." Bi Wu Sanren was stunned when he heard this.

There seems to be some grammatical errors.

The more I thought about it, the more furious I became.

It seems that this guy has already considered himself dead.

"How bold and presumptuous! How presumptuous! You are just a small Nascent Soul, a small Yuan..." Bi Wu Sanren was stunned again as he spoke.

The tiny Nascent Soul body in front of him had grown to the size of a mountain in just these few words.

The four arms and two legs suddenly grew like giant pillars supporting the sky.

His entire body was covered with broad and mysterious Taoist patterns, emitting a black light.

Like the white auspicious clouds of the sacred Yaochi Land, his body was vaguely covered.

Only a huge head emerged from the clouds, looking at him coldly.

"Is this your physical body?"

"You actually want to achieve sanctification in the flesh?"

"What is this? Is it... is it the Asura Dao pattern? How is that possible? The Asura clan was wiped out by the Heavenly Court a long time ago, and the remaining children were imprisoned in Mount Sumeru. How could there be an Asura Dao pattern on your body?"

"No. That's not the auspicious cloud around you. It's Acala's auspicious cloud. Acala's Dharmakaya has already gone with Mahavairocana to a new land. How could it be here?"

"You are not an ordinary Nascent Soul. Who are you?"

Bi Wu San Ren took several steps back in shock, gritting his teeth and saying, "Even so, you're only a Nascent Soul. You'll never know the terrifying power of a Yang God. This is my world!!"

Biwu Sanren flicked his whisk, and 36,000 pure yang talismans flowed around his body like stars.

His entire body grew even larger than Fang Zuo's mountain-like Ashura Mingwang body.

His pupils emitted a silver light shaped like the sun and moon.

Mysterious runes rotated around him.

The blue-gray gale condensed into the image of the ancient Wind Lord.

shouted:
"The wind is coming!!"

There was a constant roar in the void.

The wind blows.

The nine-day strong winds condensed into materialized thousand-foot-long green glazed wind blades.

While dancing, he slashed at Fang Zuo's whole body.

Fang Zuo crossed his four arms to block, and the Asura Dao pattern emitted a black light and collided with the ten thousand foot wind blade.

Boom boom boom! !

As the sounds continued, continuous void cracks burst out all around.

Countless shattered star projections poured in from the cracks.

Fang Zuo was blown back a few steps by the wind blade, and his feet, which were stepping on the auspicious clouds, were plowed by the wind, leaving deep grooves that were visible to the bones.

"Thunder!"

Biwu Sanren roared again, and his whisk split the sky.

Behind him, there were countless real and unreal afterimages, and each afterimage had a ray of lightning at the fingertips.

Lightning condenses.

Three thousand thunder pools are hanging upside down.

Purple lightning and green thunder transformed and struck down from the void, forming the Eight Desolate Dragon Snake Thunder Formation.

Every bolt of lightning is entangled with the karma of the tribulation period.

They roared with their mouths wide open and fangs bared, and slashed towards Fang Zuo.

Fang tilted his head to the left and took the lightning strike head on, ignoring the various minor wounds on his body.

He ignored the golden blood flowing out of the wound.

The arms waved and grabbed around.

He held these lightning snakes in his hands with a grin.

Just like squeezing out the gallbladder of a seven-inch snake, he dug out the core of the thundercloud, then opened his mouth wide and swallowed it.

"It's so enjoyable~~~so satisfying!!!" Fang Zuo laughed.

As he swallowed these thunder cores.

Thunder burst out from all the wounds, but was suppressed by the Asura Dao pattern.

The more painful it was, the stronger his fighting spirit became.

He strode towards Biwu Sanren.

"Rain fast!" Biwu Sanren gritted his teeth like a madman.

The weak water of the Milky Way flowed out from his sleeves, and each drop of rain was engraved with the inscription of the Great Dao.

The entire void was instantly filled with bone-chilling cold rain.

Scarlet evil energy rose from the Asura Dao pattern poured on Fang Zuo.

"Hah!" Fang Zuo shouted.

A huge auspicious cloud spewed out from its mouth, blocking the top of the head and resisting the bone-eroding cold rain transformed from the weak water of the Tianhe River.

His right foot stomped hard into the air, the Nascent Soul in his body opened its eyes wide, and all the spiritual power in his body was unreserved.

A huge auspicious cloud carried him as he rushed towards the opponent rapidly.

"Den-te!"

Bi Wu Sanren watched as the tiny Nascent Soul was still able to get close to him despite his repeated attempts.

His eyes burst out with a white light of annihilation, and his innate spirit condensed into a huge [Electric Killing Mace].

It was as if a giant hand was holding it, and with the force that could split the sky and the earth, it slashed towards Fang Zuo who was approaching.

Fang Zuo didn't dodge or evade.

Let the [Electric Killing Mace] hit into his body.

"Not dead yet?" Bi Wu San Ren shouted excitedly after succeeding in his attack.

But Fang Zuo's body only took a few steps back.

The white auspicious cloud on his right foot pressed tightly against his heel.

A bloodthirsty grin appeared on Fang Zuo's face.

In the dissected body.

He clamped the [Electric Killing Mace] between his ribs.

The invisible big hand wanted to pull the [Electric Killing Mace], but was clamped by the ribs and could not move.

Fang Zuo's four arms muscles suddenly tensed up and he pulled out the [Electric Killing Mace], and the Asura Dao pattern emitted a strong light.

The four arms forcibly broke cracks in this electric and evil treasure transformed from the spirit.

"Who will die?" Fang Zuo grinned grimly, holding the left and right sides of the [Electric Kill Mace] with both hands and slamming down hard.

at the same time.

Lift your right leg up to meet it.

There was only a loud noise in the void.

Countless cracks appeared.

This [Electric Killing Mace] broke into two pieces.

Fang Zuo held up the [Electric Killing Mace] in a mocking manner.

Just throw it back casually.

"The Yang God Realm is nothing more than this!"

Bi Wu San spat out a mouthful of golden blood from his mouth.

The broken and withered golden lotus was spit out again.

"Don't be so arrogant! You are just a Yuanying! I will fight you to the death!" Bi Wu Sanren held the golden lotus in his hand and shouted desperately: "The robbery begins!"

Light golden blood gushed out of his seven orifices.

Forcefully urge the four disasters of wind, rain, thunder and lightning to merge into one.

The golden lotus flew in the air and scattered with a bang.

The entire void is filled with golden lotus petals.

The strong wind wrapped in the thunder and rain turned into the shape of a chaos axe.

The phantom of a ginseng fruit tree disappeared in the void.

The collapsed Dharma image was reorganized in the calamity cloud into a blood-red battle axe that seemed to be able to span thirty-three days and chopped towards Fang Zuo.

"Die!" Biwu Sanren shouted with laughter.

The handle of this gigantic axe was entangled with the karmic chain drawn from the forty-nine heavenly tribulations, and when the axe fell, it dragged out the projection of a golden lotus.

He chopped towards Fang Zuo.

(End of this chapter)