rit is good to have, but great rit is not easy.
Zheng Fa’s goal is very clear—leech so rit!
It’s a joke, others might not know, but he does know that there are only a few monts of great rit that can make one a saint, which is sothing he cannot even imagine right now.
The Creation Taoist thinks that accomplishing the deed of great rit would allow him to sit on the cushion—pure nonsense.
In Zheng Fa’s view, the only feasible approach is to try great rit, great perseverance, and great enlightennt.
Simply put, if it takes a hundred points to sit on that cushion, Zheng Fa thinks the most rational approach is to score thirty to forty points on rit, then another thirty to forty points on the other two aspects, adding up to a hundred points. Or he could scrape together thirty to forty points on the first rit and then seek more monts of great rit.
He doesn’t dare to think about completing one task; scraping together two or three pieces might et the admission criteria for the cushion.
Zheng Fa flew out from the Five Viscera Temple and wandered aimlessly, hoping to find soone powerful to take him under their wing.
But the Nine Luminaries Heaven World has already changed drastically.
When first entering Nine Luminaries Heaven, the small world was not large, similar to Jiushan Realm, but now they’ve leveraged the mories of the Fusang Wood to return to the Ancient Immortal Realm.
The Ancient Immortal Realm is much broader than today’s Xuanwei.
Zheng Fa looked up, the distant Buzhou Mountain was dauntingly high; even tens of thousands of miles apart, he could see the majestic silhouette of this Divine Mountain.
Buzhou Mountain touches the sky, a clear blue-white hue, where majestic palaces float amidst the clouds. Beautiful or fierce great demons soar directly to the Nine Heavens, performing amidst the stars and drinking Immortal Brew.
This is the Demon Court.
Buzhou Mountain is the territory of the Witch Clan.
The Witch Clan, centering around this Ancestor Mountain, occupies vast lands.
The newly born Witch Clan children have innocent faces but bodies resembling small elephants. Regardless of gender, they fight fiercely, toppling green mountains and severing streams. Nearby Witch Clan adults laugh heartily.
Indeed, an incredibly gifted race.
Even if these existences are illusions, Zheng Fa’s eyelids couldn’t stop twitching, sighing inwardly: although the struggles between the Wu and Yao tribes are increasingly frequent, they still possess a calm deanor as masters of the world.
To them, it seems the world is rely their playground.
Zheng Fa initially wished to find the Houtu Ancestor Witch, as he was familiar with establishing reincarnation. With experience from previous projects, scraping so rit wouldn’t be difficult.
The world has beco so vast, and the Witch Clan’s influence is significant. Transforming into a mber of the Witch Clan, he spent months passing through their villages, yet didn’t find Houtu Ancestor Witch.
Although these Witch Clan people could talk to him, they mostly lacked spiritual wisdom, sotis even speaking incoherently.
Upon arriving at the Houtu Tribe, he realized the difficulty of the matter: communication problems made it impossible to ascertain the whereabouts of the Houtu Ancestor Witch. Relying on fragnted hearsay, Zheng Fa found it hard to trace the movents of such a Great Power.
On the other hand, he had another worry: does the Houtu Ancestor Witch have divine intelligence?
Wandering the Houtu Tribe for several months, he didn’t even see a strand of Houtu Ancestor Witch’s hair and gradually beca demoralized.
One day, while crouching on a mound, watching two Witch Clan mbers wearing only shorts wrestling, a Communication Rune broke through the air.
“Stone Fellow Daoist? Any progress? All the other fellow daoists are returning to the Five Viscera Temple soon to exchange insights.”
Zheng Fa glanced at the Communication Rune, then at the energetic Witch Clan n in front of him, shook his head, and flew toward the Five Viscera Temple.
Inside the Five Viscera Temple, the Golden Winged Great Peng and White Lotus were already there, and eight mbers of the Lu Clan awaited them, but the Gu God and White Bone Demon Ancestor had not arrived yet.
Seeing Zheng Fa arrive, the Creation Taoist’s face showed anticipation: “Fellow Daoist, where have you been recently? Any gains?”
Zheng Fa felt a hint within his heart, half-truthfully said: “I thought the Witch Clan was strong and controlled the earth, with boundless opportunities, so I wandered among them, but unfortunately gained nothing.”
Eight mbers of the Lu Clan were worried, but upon hearing Zheng Fa’s answer, their faces suddenly relaxed.
The Creation Taoist was about to say sothing when he suddenly looked outside and laughed: “Two fellow daoists have arrived.”
Zheng Fa followed his gaze, seeing the figures of the Gu God and White Bone Demon Ancestor appear outside the hall, unaware of when they manifested.
“Two fellow daoists are fashionably late.” The Creation Taoist nodded to the two, showing little surprise, then turning to Zheng Fa, his tone comforting, “The poor Taoist hasn’t encountered any opportunities either.”
He gazed at the Golden Winged Great Peng and White Lotus.
The Golden Winged Great Peng looked proud, puffing his chest: “I have joined the Demon Race.”
Zheng Fa froze slightly, wondering how the Golden Winged Great Peng communicated with the Demon Race?
“The Demon Race has my Great Peng lineage connected by blood, enabling seamless communication.” Speaking of this, the Golden Winged Great Peng glanced at Zheng Fa, sneering, “I’ve learned much of the language here too.”
“Indeed, it’s your opportunity, fellow Daoist.” The Creation Taoist, seemingly not hearing his boastful tone, complinted, “Joining the Demon Race, if helping them unify the heavens and earth, might truly be a deed of great rit.”
He then looked at White Lotus.
White Lotus clasped his hands in prayer, his expression composed, saying: “I lack the skills of the Great Peng benefactor, so I rely stayed beside the two Ancestor Masters, appeased resentful spirits, quelled war disasters, and accumulated rit.”
Zheng Fa’s heart skipped a beat, and others looked at White Lotus with surprise—as in the Purple Cloud Palace, if anyone could be called the Ancestor Master of Leiyin Temple, it would only be Zhunti and Jieyin.
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