"So eerie? Could it be so kind of ascension ritual?" Zhao Douan felt short of breath. He stood up and paced in the room.
He continuously sorted through his thoughts.
Clearly, if this ssage is true, combined with what Zhang Yan Yi previously said about the foreseen ergence of a "Human Immortal" in the west.
Then, under the catalyst of this war, the fusion of Xuan Yin and the Dharma King should indeed be the truth behind the ascension to Human Immortal.
"I understand now." Zhao Douan stopped in his tracks, turned, and looked at the weak princess lying on the bed:
"You should first recuperate in the governnt office; I will report this to His Majesty."
After speaking, he left the exhausted Princess Wen Zhu, swiftly striding out.
He stepped out of the room.
Ma Yan, Haitang, and others gathered around, "How is it?"
Zhao Douan pretended to be calm:
"I’ve understood the situation; it involves so military affairs concerning Xiping Road, which I will report to His Majesty. As for Princess Wen Zhu, let her recuperate in the office, and I ask Lord to protect her, ensure that no idle people contact her."
Ma Yan’s long and thin face showed a grave expression, "Alright. Go without worry."
Not... What do you an by ’go without worry,’ can’t he speak properly?... Zhao Douan used sarcasm to relieve his heaviness internally.
Leaving the office, he mounted a swift horse and hurried to the Imperial Palace.
The matter is too significant; there’s no ti to ease the Empress’s mood.
But when he arrived at the palace, he couldn’t find any trace of the Empress. As he chased to the Martial Arts Hall, Mr. Hai, who was stationed at the palace, hearing his intention, raised his finger pointing to the old building:
"You’re a step late, His Majesty has already ’left.’
...
...
Western Regions, Buddhist Ancestor Court.
Inside the grand golden-coated temple, in a hall painted with vibrant colors, Xuan Yin, wearing brown monk robes and hunched in stature, knelt sitting on the ground, eyes closed, chanting scriptures.
Suddenly, the hall door swung open with a "bang," and Bian Ji dragged his white monk robe, walking in the sunlight: "Abbot, Red Sect Master has been brought back. Shall I send him in?"
"Yes."
Bian Ji turned around and waved his hand outside.
Monts later, two muscular martial monks with prominently defined muscle lines on half-exposed arms, one on each side, dragged an elderly man in red robes in as if dragging a dead dog.
They threw the old man onto the ground and silently turned to leave.
Xuan Yin opened his eyes, slowly stood, and turned around, looking down at the frail elderly man.
The Red Sect Master was covered in wounds, his legs completely broken, with a central Qi Sea pierced by a giant wood spike painted with gold lacquer, his injuries were terrifyingly dreadful.
Yet the Red Sect Master slowly, using the last of his strength, bit by bit sat up, eting Xuan Yin’s indifferent, almost inhuman eyes.
"You betrayed the Worldly Venerate." Xuan Yin spoke coldly, as if passing judgnt.
The Red Sect Master shook his head, weak but firm, saying:
"I never betrayed; it was you, it was you who betrayed the true aning of the Worldly Venerate, deviating from the Moya Practitioner’s path."
He seed to still smile, even though his face was covered in blood, yet it still glowed with a layer of devout radiance, muttering:
"Divine Dragon Temple inherited the legacy of the Moya Practitioner from a thousand years ago, but you usurped everything; it is you who betrayed the Worldly Venerate."
Xuan Yin coldly said, "Tell , what do you know?"
The Red Sect Master smiled, using trembling hands, slowly took the blood-stained Buddha Beads off his neck, clasped his hands, wrapped the Buddha Beads around, and closed his eyes.
He refused to answer.
Bian Ji couldn’t resist saying, "Abbot, shall I take him to the Law Enforcent Hall for punishnt?"
"No need," Xuan Yin shook his head:
"He won’t talk, you may leave, close the door."
Bian Ji was stunned, unable to understand, he wanted to ask but before he could speak, he was forced back by Xuan Yin’s gaze.
Bian Ji felt frightened, suddenly realizing the abbot in front of him was becoming stranger, more... daunting!
When did it start? Perhaps from the mont they arrived at the main altar.
Bian Ji left and closed the hall door.
Sunlight withdrew, leaving only the burning candles in the hall.
Xuan Yin stepped towards the Red Sect Master sitting cross-legged, saying:
"Since you are so devout, let send you to et the Worldly Venerate."
He suddenly lunged onto the Red Sect Master, opened his mouth wide, biting viciously into the Red Sect Master’s neck, tearing a piece of flesh, blood spurting forth, Xuan Yin swallowed chunks of blood and flesh, first the neck, then shoulders, chest...
The Red Sect Master died silently.
And sowhere in the dim temple depths, an imposing Lotus Platform had unknowingly appeared.
On the Lotus Platform, a grand robe adorned with hundreds of multicolored precious gems lay spread, draped on a solemn monk.
The monk wore a crown, holding a Zen Stick in one hand, and a prayer wheel in the other.
It was the Western Regions Dharma King.
But at this mont, the face of the middle-aged Dharma King slowly broke into a smile, the face increasingly resembled Xuan Yin.
...
...
Outside the Heavenly Master Mansion gates.
"Brother Zhao? We were just talking about you and you’re here."
Gongshu Tianyuan laughed heartily as he ca out, greeting first.
He was tasked with guarding the place, thus missing out on the Southwest trip.
After the Old Heavenly Master and others returned, Gongshu Tianyuan grabbed several fellow disciples, constantly inquiring, learning of the accomplishnts of the group in these past four days, he couldn’t help but feel extrely envious and vexed, lanting why he couldn’t join.
"Ah, is this Miss Tuoba?"
Gongshu Tianyuan enthusiastically extended a broad hand toward the female priest cloaked in black.
Tuoba Weizhi showed no expression: "Hehe."
Gongshu Tianyuan: "..."
At this mont, Yu Xiu, Jin Jian, and Han Zhao also ca out, with the Daoist raising her eyebrows:
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