At the mont the Investiture of the Gods was successfully refined, countless purple radiances hung upside down like a star river. The ancient divine patterns on the text of the list throbbed with the Taixu Law, and with each flowing line, they burst into a thunderous roar of Heaven and Earth Opening.
True Martial stood with his hands behind his back in the void, the Twenty-Eight Constellations Patterns on his Daoist Robe reflecting off the text of the list, as if the stars were falling into the mortal world. He gazed at the faintly visible Star River Map within the text and suddenly spoke: "Now that the Investiture of the Gods is complete, yet the road ahead is long, you must proceed to a certain place."
Xu Qing rubbed his fingertips over the fragnts of the bronze mirror, the reflected illusion of the Investiture of the Gods rippled, with strands of Chaos Qi seeping from the cracked edges: "I wish to hear the details."
"Ancient God Hall." The words of True Martial echoed out, causing the surrounding space to crack like glass, and the Weak Water Rock Wall condensed into thousands of sword shadows, tremblingly vibrating.
These three words seed to contain the Heavenly Dao Laws, sketching an ancient totem in the void, resonating with heaven and earth.
"Ancient God Hall?" Xu Qing’s pupils narrowed slightly, the black and white patterns on his forehead unconsciously flowing. He once caught a glimpse of its mory from the Taiyi Dao Seed— a forbidden place that buried the secrets of the Taixu origin, where every brick and stone within the hall was engraved with prophecies beyond ti and space.
True Monarch of Changchun took a step forward, his Pure Yang Dao Fire suddenly surged, forming the phantom of Lü Zu holding a sword behind him. In the flickering of the Dao Fire, it burned the void into charred traces: "That Ancient God Hall is hidden deep within the core of the Spirit Platform Star Sea. Junior Brother Yuyang and I know the path, we can guide Friend Xu with us."
True Monarch Yuyang lightly waved his horsetail whisk, spirit light scattered like starlight, "That’s how it should be."
Xu Qing looked at the undisguised fervor in the eyes of the two True Monarchs and suddenly felt a clearness in his spirit platform. In the past, when they chanted sutras with downcast eyes, their gaze was filled with the gray silence of millennia. But now, it seed to ignite the Nirvana Fire.
Xu Qing understood in his heart that behind this change was the power of hope.
The Taixu Universe was like a prison, everyone like puppets on strings, and he might be the key to breaking the shackles and bringing new life. From this perspective, the once-called "Heavenly Demon" seed sowhat ironic. Perhaps, not long from now, he ought to be called "Heavenly Emperor Xu," right?
The Heavenly Emperor who leads all beings to break the cages of imprisonnt!
"In that case, I must rely on you, two seniors."
Before his voice fell, True Martial had already stepped out into the void. With a gentle point of his toe, the Mystic Water Qi around him transford into thousands of roaming dragons, imdiately engulfing his form. His forrly overwhelming aura vanished without a trace in an instant, leaving only the faintly discernible mysterious water patterns on the rock wall, indicating the visit of this demon-vanquishing patriarch.
Within the water patterns, ancient Battle Array Maps slowly erged, seemingly narrating True Martial’s illustrious achievents of the past.
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Deep in the Taixu, dark currents flowed like ink, surging with the remnants of ancient Deity and Demon souls. True Martial was traversing the crevices of ti and space, with each step shattering the boundaries between illusion and reality.
Unlike the grandeur of the Three Great Daoist Sects occupying the starry skies, the Taixu Illusion Realm where the Taixu Daoist Sect resided was like a solitary glass island floating in chaos, surrounded by chains ford by twelve strands of Chaos Qi.
From a distance, it resembled the abacus beads left behind by so ancient god, each bead containing the power to destroy stars.
As he journeyed, the void suddenly rippled with web-like cracks, a vast pressure poured forth from the fissures.
True Martial’s pupils contracted violently as he saw a ten-thousand-foot-high mountain tearing through space to stand.
It was...
Spirit Mountain manifesting in the world!
The entire mountain was cast from seven-colored glass, with its streams not of water but liquid Daoist Scriptures, exploding into golden lotuses in the void with each drop. When the lotuses blood, Buddha’s voice resonated in waves, shattering surrounding fragnts of space.
On the eaves of the Great Leiyin Temple at the mountain’s peak hung countless bronze bells, engraved with Brahma, spontaneously chanting the rhythm of the Diamond Sutra. Wherever the sound of the bells spread, layers of golden ripples erged in the space.
Three thousand Arhats sat cross-legged in the square before the temple, the gold threads on their Kasayas weaving imnse Buddha’s light.
As they chanted, what erged from their lips was not sound but substantial golden swastika symbols, stacking into towers in the void.
Each tower contained the power to suppress the heavens, the circulating Buddha’s light on the tower body dispelling all surrounding darkness, revealing countless God and Demon skeletons hidden in the dark.
The Buddha’s light of the entire Spirit Mountain was imnsely tyrannical, purifying the Chaos Qi of the Taixu into pure jade white as it passed by, a sacred aura that was palpably heart-alarming.
True Martial observed this familiar yet flamboyant scene, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips. Back when Shakyamuni first entered the Taixu, it was with such thunderous ans that he forcibly established the Spirit Mountain Dao Field under the eyes of many powerful beings.
Rumor had it that his seat, the Lotus Platform, was ford from the core of a certain universe, capable of manipulating the power of the Three Thousand Worlds with a re move. Before him, even ti and space were but dough to be casually kneaded. At this mont, the space around Spirit Mountain twisted more intensely, with a shadow of Buddha Country faintly erging in the void.
Just as True Martial was pondering, the grand doors of the Great Leiyin Temple swung open, the carvings of the Eighteen Layers of Hell on the gilded doors coming to life, transforming into rolling black mist surging towards him.
In the black mist, a golden figure slowly walked out, and wherever the Lotus Platform passed, the black mist transford into Golden Lotuses. When the Lotuses blood, they emitted waves of exotic fragrance, warm in scent yet carrying an indistinct hint of a murderous aura.
"Infinite Life Buddha." Shakyamuni clasped his hands with a mark of red at his brow releasing countless rays of golden light, painting the surrounding space in glass colors.
The Kasaya he wore moved without wind, each fold harboring a microcosm of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, within which countless beings struggled between Life and Death. "True Martial Daoist, you seem in a hurry. Might you pause a mont to discuss the matter of cause and effect with this humble monk?"
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