Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

After sighing and setting a lofty goal, Lin Yao took out another cultivation manual and began to read it.

This was a spoil of war that Lin Yao picked up from the battlefield after he drove away the guardian Vajra.

The guardian Vajra fled in such a hurry, and with Lin Yao's interception, all the equipment was destroyed.

Following the principle that "a thief never leaves empty-handed," Lin Yao collected everything.

On the cover of this practice manual are written several ancient Sanskrit characters: All Tathagata Vajrasattva Samadhi Dharma.

Looking at this technique, Lin Yao felt his eyes were opened.

This book encapsulates the lifelong learning of one lineage of the Great Thunderclap Temple, encompassing the teachings of the Vajra Tathagata Buddha and containing numerous concepts such as celestial secrets, Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, the future, and the Hengsha world. It not only records the cultivation methods of the Vajra lineage of Buddhism but also touches upon the understanding and application of the laws of heaven and earth, as well as the analysis of the Three Realms' structure. Lin Yao turned the pages one by one, feeling his horizons constantly broadening and his understanding of this world deepening.

He recalled his battle with the Dharma Protector Vajra who possessed a wisp of the Buddha's true meaning. Although he won that battle, it also made him clearly aware of his shortcomings.

He has two major weaknesses.

First, he hasn't developed a single, decisive trump card. While he possesses numerous powers—Groudon's earth and fire essence, WarGreymon's dragon factor, Ultra Dreadmon's ancient power, Kirin's five elements power, and Ultra Tiga's light power, among others—these powers operate independently, lacking a unified system. In battle, he can only choose to use one power at a time, unable to fuse them together to unleash greater power.

Secondly, he lacked a powerful magical artifact capable of turning the tide or avoiding a fatal blow. While his lotus-shaped protective barrier offered decent defense, it was ultimately only a passive defense, lacking any means of proactive offense. If he encountered an opponent far stronger than himself, he might not even be able to withstand a single attack.

Regarding his trump card, the reason is that the power within Lin Yao's body is still too complex, each element possessing considerable potential. If he could fully unleash it, it would unleash power far exceeding his current abilities. Unfortunately, he has only just broken through the threshold and needs more time to mature. This is like a chef having top-quality ingredients but not enough time to cook them, only able to stare helplessly at the food.

However, he did have some ideas regarding magical artifacts.

Unlike cultivation techniques, magical artifacts don't require extensive training and refinement. With enough materials and the right methods, one can forge their own magical artifact. And the materials—the power within him from the Star Palace—aren't they the best materials?

Lin Yao acted immediately. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to mobilize the various powers within his body.

The Dragon Factor of WarGreymon, the Ancient Power of Ultra Dreadmon, the Five Elements Power of Qilin, the Insectoid Power of Tentacruel, the Earth and Fire Origin of Groudon, the Light Power of Ultraman Tiga, the Demonic Power of the Fox Demon, the Balance Power of the Five Elements of Light, the Power of the Martial Soul, and the Soul Power of the Zanpakuto—these powers surged like ten rushing rivers within his meridians, emitting a thunderous roar. He carefully guided them together, attempting to fuse them, condensing a wisp of the origin containing all these powers.

This process was extremely difficult. These forces belonged to different systems and had different properties, like oil and water, making them hard to mix. Lin Yao tried again and again, each time ending in failure. But he did not give up, adjusting the proportions and order of the forces to fuse them time and time again.

Finally, after countless attempts, he successfully condensed a faint wisp of colored essence. The essence was only as thin as a hair, but it contained the essence of ten different powers and emitted a strange light.

Lin Yao was overjoyed and quickly took out a piece of black iron that he had prepared in advance, intending to use it as a base and integrate that wisp of origin into it to forge a long sword.

He first used the Qilin's five elements power as a template to condense flames of various powers for smelting. The five elements fire encompasses all things, and also destroys all things. He enveloped the black iron and the source in that ball of flame, attempting to fuse them into one.

However, to his surprise, the wisp of primordial power reacted violently with the power of the flames. The power, which had previously been intertwined, instantly dispersed under the scorching heat of the Five Elements Fire, transforming into ten rays of light of different colors that scattered in all directions. The wisp of primordial power that he had painstakingly condensed was thus wasted.

"Damn it!" Lin Yao cursed angrily, wishing he could slap himself. That was the source energy he had painstakingly gathered over most of the day, and it was gone just like that!

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He told himself that failure is the mother of success, and he could always start over. He re-condensed a wisp of his essence, and this time, he chose a different refining method—he opted to use the power of Ultraman Tiga's light to refine it.

Compared to the Qilin's Five Elements power, the power of light is gentler and less aggressive. Lin Yao carefully controlled the power of light, letting it slowly envelop the Xuan Iron and its origin, then gradually heating and fusing them. This time, there was no violent reaction. Under the protection of the power of light, the wisp of origin slowly seeped into the Xuan Iron, merging with it.

Lin Yao breathed a sigh of relief and continued to increase the output of the power of light, accelerating the melting process. Under the scorching power of the light, the black iron gradually softened and deformed, eventually taking the shape of a longsword.

However, just as the forging reached its most crucial stage, Lin Yao suddenly sensed that the longsword, which had condensed a trace of his own primal power, seemed to undergo some kind of change. It began to actively absorb more of his primal power, like a thirsty infant greedily suckling at its mother's milk. That primal power flowed continuously down his arm into the longsword, merging into the power of light.

This change startled Lin Yao. He tried to cut off the flow of power, but found that the longsword had established a strange connection with him that he couldn't sever. He could only let the longsword drain his power, silently praying that it wouldn't drain him dry.

Fortunately, the longsword stopped absorbing power after a period of time. By this time, nearly one-third of Lin Yao's primordial energy had been absorbed.

He looked down at the longsword in his hand and was stunned.

The blade of the longsword was no longer its original silver-white color, but instead displayed a strange hue—an indescribable color, neither black nor white, but a chaotic hue somewhere in between, seemingly containing everything yet also seemingly empty. Within the blade, seven-colored light flowed, but those lights were not separate; rather, they merged together, transforming into a hazy, indistinct light that flowed endlessly in his hand.

Countless insights flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

He sensed the primordial chaos at the beginning of time, the axe blow from Pangu when he separated heaven and earth, and the thunderous roar at the birth of the universe. These perceptions, though vague, were incredibly real, as if he had experienced them firsthand.

My natal magic weapon is the Chaos Sword.

Lin Yao was both surprised and delighted.

He never imagined that he would actually condense the power of chaos, and even create his own natal magic weapon—the Chaos Sword. This was like going from a mere pittance to a guaranteed victory! This magic weapon was inextricably linked to him, as if it were a part of his body. He could feel his strength had undergone a leap forward. If before he had to exert all his strength to defeat the guardian Vajra that possessed a trace of the Buddha's will, now he was confident he could cleave it in two with a single strike, giving it no chance to struggle.

Although Lin Yao couldn't figure out how he had condensed this chaotic power into his natal magic weapon, he guessed it was related to the power of his other selves from the Star Palace within him. Especially the power of the various mythical beasts, led by the Qilin, was capable of displaying such terrifying strength, which was to be expected. After all, the Qilin was an ancient divine beast, inherently containing the primordial power of the beginning of chaos.

He could even sense that he could use his innate supernatural powers through this natal magic weapon.

Chaos Creation Slash – Imitating the ancient great master Pangu who created the primordial chaos, this sword cleaves through space and the barriers of laws, shattering all magical attacks.

"Holy crap!" Lin Yao couldn't help but curse, his face beaming with undisguised joy. He saw that the natal sword he had condensed from the chaotic power he had comprehended actually traced its natal divine power directly back to the Great God Pangu. He instantly felt refreshed, as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit.

With his natal magic weapon, the Chaos Sword, and the corresponding Chaos Heaven-Opening Slash, a powerful divine ability, Lin Yao felt secure in this world of the Lotus Lantern. He would continue to hone his skills at this pace, and his future path would be to be able to unleash the true Chaos Heaven-Opening Slash, or even stronger divine abilities, without using his natal magic weapon.

Thinking this, Lin Yao absorbed his natal magic weapon, the Chaos Sword, into his body and nurtured it. The longsword transformed into a chaotic light, entered his dantian, and hovered above the Star Palace, slowly rotating and emitting a soft light.

With a bigger trump card in hand, Lin Yao's original plans underwent significant changes. His actions also shifted from being conservative to becoming more aggressive.

The first thing he did was to reorganize the entire Zhongnan Mountain.

Zhongnan Mountain, a mountain range stretching for 800 miles, has been a sacred site of Taoism since ancient times. Legend has it that Laozi once preached here, and Yin Xi once built a thatched hut here to observe the stars. However, with the passage of time, especially after the great calamity of the westward journey, various chaotic scenes unfolded one after another, and this Taoist holy site slowly became desolate. The spiritual energy in the mountains became thin, the Taoist temples were abandoned, and the population sparse, leaving only a desolate landscape.

Lin Yao used his chaotic power to begin restoring order to the area. Using the Chaos Sword as a conduit, he channeled his chaotic power into the earth, refining the flow of the earth's veins and activating the long-dormant spiritual veins. Rays of chaotic light spread from beneath his feet, covering the entire Zhongnan Mountains like a spiderweb.

The earth began to tremble, the rocks shifted, the blocked spiritual veins were reopened, and the polluted spiritual energy was purified. The withered ancient trees regained their vitality, the dried-up streams began to flow again, and the once silent valleys were once again filled with the sounds of birdsong and the roars of beasts.

Three days later, Zhongnan Mountain was completely transformed.

This mountain range, stretching for thousands of miles, has regained its former prosperity. The concentration of spiritual energy within the mountains is more than ten times higher than before. Under Lin Yao's magical power, the abandoned Taoist temples have become as clean and new as ever. The mountain paths have also been repaired and made smooth and easy to walk on.

Afterwards, Lin Yao brought over a large number of people and technicians from the nearby military governors. He promised them land and security, allowing them to settle in the Zhongnan Mountains, build palaces, cultivate farmland, and develop production for him.

Of course, this military governor, located in the heart of the Central Plains, was also controlled by Buddhism. Lin Yao felt no guilt whatsoever when he started taking advantage of the situation. Whether it was his previous grudge against Buddhism or his original identity as a celestial soldier, his actions were perfectly justified, even politically correct.

Soon, a magnificent palace rose from the main peak of Zhongnan Mountain. The palace was entirely made of white jade, with carved beams and painted rafters, exuding an imposing aura. Above the main gate of the palace hung a plaque with three large characters: Zhongnan Palace.

The news that Lin Yao had established himself in Zhongnan Mountain quickly reached the ears of the Buddhist community.

The military governor who had been exploited by Lin Yao was naturally furious. He reported to the Buddhist authorities that an arrogant and unruly hermit had come to Zhongnan Mountain, not only seizing his territory but also abducting his people and artisans. Upon hearing this, the Buddhist authorities were outraged. They immediately dispatched a guardian deity with a group of heavenly soldiers to capture Lin Yao.

However, the guardian Vajra led his men to Zhongnan Mountain in a grand procession, but before they could even set up their formation, Lin Yao slashed them all with a single sword stroke, turning their heads into swollen bruises, and kicked them off the mountain. The guardian Vajra, covering his face, scrambled back, never daring to utter the words "Zhongnan Mountain" again.

The news spread, instantly making Lin Yao's reputation as an immortal known throughout the surrounding thousands of miles. People said that a ruthless person had come to Zhongnan Mountain, and even the Dharma protectors of Buddhism were no match for him.

Afterwards, many cultivator sects and Buddhist sects were dissatisfied and joined forces to attack the mountain. A rare scene of Taoism and Buddhism uniting appeared – no one knew who was behind it all, but they were able to unite the two sects that had always been at odds.

Lin Yao showed no fear whatsoever. Wielding the Chaos Sword, he charged directly into the crowd, advancing and retreating seven times, leaving a trail of blood. The cultivators and monks were like vegetables being chopped down before him, utterly powerless to resist. With a single swing of his sword, dozens fell to the ground; with a single palm strike, hundreds were sent flying. Those arrogant sect elders couldn't even withstand a single move from him.

That battle was so fierce that the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light. At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the ground.

Those cultivators who were likely acting on orders from above to suppress Lin Yao, drive him away, and seize his achievements were all annihilated. The surrounding cultivation sects and Buddhist sects also declined drastically with this annihilation. Some were wiped out, some were forced to disband, and some fled to distant lands, never daring to return.

To eliminate future troubles, Lin Yao subdued various animals such as jackals, tigers, and leopards in the surrounding area, as well as some displaced and impoverished families, and used the power within his body to build his own army.

He dispatched his men to completely plunder the armories of the surrounding military governors. Although the governors were unwilling, they could only swallow their anger and watch helplessly as their weapons were taken away, given Lin Yao's terrifying combat power.

Lin Yao distributed these weapons to arm his army. He also selected some talented cultivators from those he had subdued, teaching them cultivation methods and making them the backbone of the army. He gave his army a resounding name—the Zhongnan Mountain Legion.

His influence gradually spread across the thousand-mile mountain range. The various powers that had undergone the chaos and power reshuffling were terrified and hastily offered tribute, acknowledging Lin Yao as their master. Those previously arrogant and domineering military governors, those previously haughty sect leaders, all obediently lowered their heads, indicating their willingness to submit.

Lin Yao accepted all comers. During the day, he trained his Zhongnan Mountain army, while simultaneously farming, developing the economy, stockpiling grain, and delaying his declaration of kingship. He issued a series of decrees to encourage agriculture, develop commerce, and reduce taxes, allowing the people to live in peace and prosperity. He also opened schools to teach children to read and write, cultivating talent. At night, he honed his Chaos-Opening Heaven-Slaying Divine Power, indulging in song and dance with his concubines, living a carefree and joyous life.

On this day, Lin Yao was feasting with his many subordinates in Zhongnan Palace. The main hall was brightly lit, with wine cups clinking and the sounds of string and wind instruments filling the air. Lin Yao sat in the main seat, holding a wine cup in one hand and a concubine on the other, a contented smile on his face.

Suddenly, he sensed something and looked up at the sky outside the hall. He saw a dark cloud gathering on the western horizon, mixed with golden Buddhist light and silver celestial energy, as if something great was about to happen.

A storm is brewing.

Lin Yao put down his wine cup, his brows furrowing slightly. He guessed that the matter of Chenxiang's first visit to the Heavenly Court wasn't over yet. Although that kid had been banished to the mortal realm, his actions had already attracted the attention of various forces across the Three Realms. There would likely be more turmoil to come.

However, since this place is far from the core area, it shouldn't affect us. We should continue with what we've done and wait for an explanation from the Heavenly Court later.

Thinking this, Lin Yao picked up his wine glass again and smiled at his men, "Come on, let's keep the music playing and the dancing going! Don't let the weather outside dampen your spirits!"

Upon hearing this, his subordinates raised their glasses in response, and the atmosphere in the hall became lively once again.

Lin Yao sat in his seat, drinking wine while continuing to nurture his natal magic weapon, the Chaos Sword, within his body, and to hone his own Chaos Heaven-Opening Slash, a great divine power. His consciousness sank into his dantian, looking at the Chaos Sword floating above the Star Palace, feeling the terrifying power contained within it, and his heart was filled with confidence.

Just as he was pondering this, a commotion suddenly arose outside the hall.

Lin Yao frowned, put down his wine glass, and asked, "What's all the commotion outside?"

A moment later, a patrolling soldier strode into the hall, knelt on one knee, and reported: "General, while patrolling the mountains, we discovered an injured iron-eating beast. The beast was enormous and quite rare. We captured it and have come to present it to you."

"An iron-eating beast?" Lin Yao raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He knew that an iron-eating beast was a panda, a species unique to this world. Before he transmigrated, he had always wanted to raise a panda.

"Bring it up for a look," he ordered.

The soldier responded and withdrew from the hall. A moment later, several soldiers carried in a makeshift stretcher. On the stretcher lay a black and white iron-eating beast, as large as an adult bull. A deep wound ran down its left leg, blood staining its white fur. It lay on the stretcher, its eyes half-open, its breath weak.

Lin Yao stood up, walked to the Iron-Eating Beast, and looked down at it. The Iron-Eating Beast seemed to sense his gaze, opened its eyes, and met his eyes. Its eyes were dark and bright, with a kind of spiritual light, as if it could understand human speech.

Lin Yao initially intended to have his taxi driver release the iron-eating beast. After all, although he had been stockpiling provisions and developing his resources in the Zhongnan Mountains, he maintained a friendly attitude towards the surrounding demons, especially those with intelligence. As long as they didn't go too far, the two sides could coexist peacefully. He waved his hand and said to the soldier, "Heal its wounds, then release it."

The soldier responded and prepared to carry the iron-eating beast away. However, the iron-eating beast struggled to climb off the stretcher, dragging its injured leg, and crawled step by step to Lin Yao. Then it turned around and knelt down in front of Lin Yao.

It lowered its head and let out a low whimper, as if trying to express something.

Seeing this, many soldiers wanted to reach out and stop it, dragging it away to avoid offending Lin Yao. But Lin Yao waved his hand, signaling everyone not to be nervous. He squatted down, looking into the eyes of the iron-eating beast. In the moment their eyes met, he could feel the beast's desire to join his legion and its willingness to submit.

It was a pure, unadulterated loyalty. It wanted to follow him, to become his partner.

Lin Yao was silent for a moment, then smiled.

He remembered that before he transmigrated, he had always wanted to raise an iron-eating beast, but he had never been able to. Now, in this world, an iron-eating beast had offered itself up and was willing to follow him, so why should he refuse?

"Alright." He reached out and gently patted the Iron-Eating Beast's head. "Since you have this intention, then I will grant your wish. From today onwards, you are a member of my Zhongnan Mountain Legion."

Upon hearing this, the iron-eating beast raised its head, a glint of joy flashing in its eyes. It stuck out its tongue and licked Lin Yao's palm, then obediently lay down at his feet.

From then on, the Iron-Eating Beast became the iconic mythical creature beside Lin Yao, the master of Zhongnan Mountain. It was enormous, with glossy fur, and stood there as majestic as a small mountain. Lin Yao's favorite thing to do was to sit on the Iron-Eating Beast's soft belly, using it as a living chair.

When he first sat on it, he was worried it would be uncomfortable. To his surprise, the iron-eating beast's fur was not only not stuffy, but also had a cool and comfortable feel, much more comfortable than the chairs he had made. He immediately ordered his men to dismantle the golden toilet chair that imitated the emperor and replace it with the iron-eating beast.

Anyway, the Iron-Eating Beast said that food and lodging were all that mattered. It only needed to eat a few baskets of bamboo and drink a few buckets of water each day to be content to lie next to Lin Yao and serve as his living seat.

Lin Yao sat atop the Iron-Eating Beast's soft belly, stroking its smooth fur, gazing at the distant, rolling mountains, his heart filled with contentment. He knew his journey had only just begun. And this Iron-Eating Beast would become his most loyal companion, accompanying him through the storms to come.

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