Donghuang Ziji

Chapter 798: The Eastern Expedition of the Saints' Relics
"Forget about compassion. You and I both know that I and all the sentient beings are just taking what we need. No, according to what we said before, I should be considered to have forced them."

Chu Tai placed his palm on the treasure tree, feeling the ever-increasing power within it, as well as the many intertwined principles within it.

Taoist Shou in the back bowed and said, "Someone will also see the rights that fellow Taoists are fighting for them."

"Those who can see this can also see that I am not doing this for them."

"A gentleman is judged by deeds, not by heart. No one is perfect in the world. People who understand this will naturally understand the difficulties of fellow Taoists and will not ignore the benefits brought by fellow Taoists."

"That's interesting, but where does it come from?"

Chu Tai smiled, stretched out his hand and gently stroked it. Ripples began to appear in the long river of cosmic light, and a book titled "Night Talks Around the Fireside" emerged. There was a saying on it: Filial piety is the first of all virtues. If we judge by the heart and not by the deeds, there will be no filial sons in poor families. Lust is the root of all evils. If we judge by the deeds and not by the heart, there will never be perfect people throughout the ages.

Chu Tai pointed out this and said, "Knowing but not doing is like judging the heart but not the deeds; doing but not knowing is like judging the deeds but not the heart. But if one really judges the deeds but not the heart, then he is a kind person, a good person, but not a gentleman, much less a perfect person or a saint. After all, the existence of gentlemen and saints has always been a goal, not something that is really done for people..."

"But don't you also believe that people have infinite possibilities? Why can't there be a saint among the countless people who have come one after another?"

Hearing this, Chu Tai was stunned for a moment, looking at the countless flowers on the treasure tree. He was silent for a long time, and suddenly felt the ripples of the long river under his feet. He whispered: "Okay, let's stop chatting here. Next, we have to prevent anyone from destroying the garden."

As he spoke, the Dongyue Dharma Realm shook, the power of the Saint King Avenue continued to fall, and the shadows of the three treasures, stone, seal, and stick, appeared and disappeared in the void.

The power of the three continues to squeeze the roots of the treasure tree and the power of the long river, cutting off all living beings from more choices and changes.

On the treasure tree, twenty-seven ripe fruits sparkled, reflecting layer upon layer of halos. The eight unripe fruits kept shaking, but they also firmly protected the surrounding flowers and leaves.

As for the four illusory fruits, they seemed to not exist and were not affected by any pressure, but they did not prevent the pressure from removing their branches and leaves.

Taoist Shou looked at the four steady branches and the main trunk that was fixed by them from below, and silently stood in front of the treasure tree to manifest the Taoist fruit and cover up one or two.

Chu Tai didn't pay attention to these details. He stared at the three treasures that were constantly solidifying above him.

He took the golden bell hammer and attacked at the moment when the stone was about to take shape, shattering the Holy King Avenue projected by it and directly knocking it back to the Central Plains.

"Chu Tai, you..."

The heir to the Holy King, who had not expected Chu Tai's unethical sneak attack and the breaking of his protective flint stone, only said half a sentence before falling silent.

'So easy?'

Chu Tai was a little surprised, but before he could think about it, the remaining two treasures fell down. The treasure seal suppressed the void, and the treasure that was like a stick or a whip was swung in the air and hit his head.

The shadow of the Donghuang Bell appeared and blocked Chu Tai's head. The two collided and suddenly made a deep sound.

At the same time, countless branches and leaves of flowers on the treasure tree swayed, making a sound of gold and jade colliding in response, which was as gentle as breathing at first and then as loud as thunder.

Faintly, layer upon layer of treasure wheels emerged, covering Chu Tai's back and squeezing the two descendants of the Holy King.

The seal vibrated, and many shadows of emperors appeared on it. A royal power that was high above and seemed to rule everything as if by heaven turned into a dragon and soared into the sky, trying to suppress the changes.

At the same time, as many dragon shadows were flying, the dragon head dropped down and took a breath at the light wheel, trying to absorb the wishes of all living beings and generate thunder for all living things.

Chu Tai snapped his fingers and the Donghuang Bell rang. Many changes of wishes emerged in the halo, manifesting endless golden light, facing the treasure seal.

This golden light was not strong, and even looked like a blade of grass when taken out alone, too fragile to bear the heavy burden. However, it carried a trace of weak and tenacious vitality within. It not only survived repeated suppression, but even began to shake the aura of the treasure seal that was enough to suppress all the ways and suppress the East.

The treasure that looked like a stick or a whip was shaken gently, and concepts such as command, control, drive, and system emerged. Vitality was attracted, and all things were gradually restrained. The light around Chu Tai bound him.

"not good!"

Chu Tai guessed something, the Donghuang Bell was about to fly out, the two treasures of the Saint King's Way vibrated, and an even larger Saint King's Way fell down, sealing Chu Tai's power in the Dongyue Dharma Realm, forming a wrestling posture and restraining the Donghuang Bell within it.

At the same time, outside the Dharma Realm, more than a dozen heirs of the Saint King Avenue appeared at the border again, each of them offered up their own inherited treasures and continuously attacked the border of the East.

Most of these treasures, like the previous armillary sphere, are very typical war treasures.

For example, a huge immortal boat is called a boat, but in fact it is a huge floating city containing several layers of caves. There are tens of thousands of flying boats around it, and each flying boat is equivalent to a magic weapon that has been refined more than five times. The military monks who drive them have the fifth-grade cultivation level.

These flying boats are also equipped with many iron chains and magic bans to connect the flying boats and the immortal boats into one. The core of the immortal boat is a furnace of creation, which has independent sun and moon operations inside, continuously providing the power of the moon and the sun. Under the refining of the furnace, it forms the two-element magnetic field changes, which pushes the immortal boat forward and provides energy to the surrounding flying boats.

If you look closely, you can also see that the fairy boat is surrounded by four jade gates, each with its own mysteries. They gather the changes of the four spirits of the sky and absorb the power of the four directions and four symbols, which is in no way inferior to the power of the third-grade Taoist fruit.

Of course, the Jade Gate is only a part of the Immortal Boat. Although it is mysterious, its essence is not extremely high. Above the portal treasure, the treasure of another inheritor of the Saint King Avenue is even more mysterious.

It was an illusory portal that seemed to stand in the air, but in fact it was composed of layers upon layers that were constantly blending together, forming tens of thousands of portals interweaving with each other. Inside, there were endless changes in vital energy, which rubbed against each other, forming a dense network of vital energy. Above that network, in each node, portals appeared again.

These portals were constantly testing and changing, and from time to time they would reveal the scenes inside the East, but they would be blocked by incarnations such as He Bo, Xiang Jun and Xiang Furen.

In the center of the millions of gates is where endless auspicious clouds gather. In the center stands a white jade gate. Through the open gate, you can see the magnificent palace complex, with countless soldiers hiding inside and ready to charge at any time.

In addition, there are golden bridges, chariots, treasure wheels and other treasures floating in the air, with at least millions and at most tens of millions of soldiers inside, holding weapons and pointing them at the East.

Faced with such pressure, whether it was Dongjun, Hebo and Shan Gui who were present, or Shaosiming, Dasiming, Xiangjun and Xiangfuren who were on their way, as well as the two third-grade immortals of the Kunlun lineage, all felt a little fear.

Suddenly, an arrow shot out from Zhongyuan and pointed directly at Dongjun's forehead.

Along with that arrow, there were nine other arrows shot out, which determined the ten directions including east, south, west, north, up, down, life and death, past and future, in an attempt to kill Dongjun directly.

Faced with this attack, Dongjun instinctively manifested his Dao fruit, a halo appeared behind his head, layers of light expanded outward, and circles of precious light and divine brilliance tried to stop the arrows. But his defense was still a step too late. The moment the first arrow was shot, a murderous aura had already penetrated his mind.

Even though Dongjun later manifested the Dao Fruit, the power of the Dao Fruit of [Sichun] continued to spread, and the endless power continued to surge, but his essence was still torn apart in an instant, constantly reorganizing between pulling and changing.

After much difficulty repairing it, nine arrows pierced through it one after another, causing it to howl in pain.

Fortunately, Shao Siming had already arrived, and with their auras in sync, [Fudi] worked with [Sichun] to pull back Dongjun's essence.

"Pity."

Inside the portal, a fourth-rank celestial being sighed and put down the longbow in his hand.

Behind him were more than thirty fifth-rank cultivators. Each of them was as weak as rotten wood, and all their aura had dissipated completely.

Previously, they had cooperated with this fourth-rank celestial being to shoot the first arrow and anchor the position of Dongjun. During this period, the magical powers of their eyes that they had cultivated, with the cooperation of the magic mirror above the portal, overlapped together to outline a divine pattern of eyes, which was imprinted on the body of the fourth-rank celestial being. With the dual blessing of the magic mirror and the portal, he could see clearly all the changes of Dongjun.

Similar to him were the nine fourth-grade celestial beings from the other nine portals, as well as nearly three hundred fifth-grade cultivators who sacrificed themselves. The combined strength of everyone formed the previous killing move against Dongjun.

But unfortunately, the attack of the crowd only severely injured Dongjun in the beginning, and did not completely get rid of him.

"You've done enough. That guy was seriously injured and it's impossible for him to save the soldiers in a short time. This is enough to buy us a chance."

The successor of the Holy King Avenue appeared behind that person, and as he looked at his gradually aging subordinates, a hint of heartache appeared in his eyes.

Even for him, it would cost a huge amount to create such a team. Normally, if they were to exert 30% of their power, it would be enough to kill more than a dozen fourth-grade celestial beings. But now even if they were all sacrificed, they still couldn't take Dongjun away. It was a pity.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glare at his colleagues who didn't follow up the attack in time.

The inheritor of the Saint King Avenue who controlled the Immortal Boat seemed to feel that he was in the wrong and immediately ordered his men to shoot arrows.

Compared with the elite troops in the gate, the number of arrows of Xianzhou was terrifying. There were one million archers, two hundred thousand in a group, five groups in a round, and they took turns shooting for three rounds in a row, and three million arrows fell.

None of those arrows were simple, and at the very least they had completed a refinement of form and quality.

And unlike ordinary magic weapons that pursue balance and solidity, these arrows give up a lot and pursue ultimate lethality.

The sun kills gods, the moon kills souls, the two yin and yang exterminate each other, the four symbols break the law, the five elements crack armor, all kinds of magical prohibitions appeared one by one after the arrows were shot, and they were also connected into one under the traction of the army formation.

At the same time, hundreds of flying boats took off into the air, guarding around the rain of arrows and guiding the changes of the rain of arrows. At the same time, they were also the largest arrows.

"Set up the formation!"

He Bo took a look at Dong Jun, whose body had just been reorganized and whose face was pale. He raised his hand lightly and saw the sky full of rosy clouds gathering together. He rubbed it in his palm and it turned into billowing clouds and smoke that spread across the border.

Countless phantoms of celestial generals and maidens stood in it, holding banners and waving rays of light, weaving into chains. The thick clouds and smoke instantly became a net covering the sky, catching the arrows that were constantly flying towards them.

At the same time, the young man beside Shao Siming raised his hand, and the sword flashed, flying up and down, shooting down the flying boats that tried to block the net, allowing the cloud net to catch 70% of the arrows.

It's not that they couldn't continue to fish out the arrows, but after 70% of the arrows were bound, they exploded one after another. All kinds of spiritual lights and magical prohibitions destroyed the net, and the heavenly generals and goddesses that appeared all dissipated. Their vitality was contaminated by the magical prohibitions in the arrows and could not be reunited again.

Even on the soul-worshiping banner on the top of Mount Tai, the Dongyue, the names of the corresponding heavenly generals and goddesses appeared somewhat filthy.

Although the filth was disappearing little by little under the cleansing of the spiritual light, it was obviously unable to be repaired in a short period of time and was summoned out again.

As for the remaining 30%, after piercing into the earth veins, they exploded immediately, and part of the curse hidden in the arrow also took effect, and began to curse the mountains, rivers and earth gods in the surrounding earth veins. The mountain ghost who had just arrived paused, and a layer of black air emerged from his body.

Those are the souls refined in the arrows, the curse forged by the blood and tears of hundreds of thousands of lives. Moreover, these curses are still polluting the land, cursing the living beings on the land, trying to turn them into one of the sources of the curse and continue to spread it.

Some of the arrows turned into countless insects and toxins after hitting the ground, infecting the surrounding creatures and turning them into monsters and sources of pollution, causing secondary pollution to the surrounding land. At the same time, they gathered inward and turned into things similar to plague gods and plague ghosts, wandering around.

Mr. and Mrs. Xiang, who were on the way, felt the changes and hurriedly activated their magical powers to kill those curses from a distance, reversing the energy of life and death and turning filth into auspiciousness.

But their actions were just a drop in the bucket, because the moment the arrow landed, many other heirs of the Holy King Avenue also followed suit.

Tens of thousands of huge rocks flew out of the treasure wheel, each of which was engraved with many legal prohibitions, some of which even imprisoned the yang gods and yin gods of some cultivators, or contained Taoist laws and principles from foreign lands.

The golden bridge turned into a long rainbow and slammed into the border, shaking the Dharma Realm while trying to enter the East.

The sound of horns came from the chariots, and countless souls that had been thrown into the East and had not yet dissipated were forcibly awakened and enslaved, forming armies that launched attacks in all directions.

The mountain ghost endured the pain and awakened many mountain and water elves, but before he could drive them under his control, the sound of the horn forcibly seized control of them.

"Don't fight with him! You can't compete with him in terms of spirit control!"

Lord Xiang and Madam Xiang saw that something was wrong and began to persuade them. At the same time, they controlled the wind and rain and created thunder in an attempt to kill those dead souls.

"No!"

The voice of the Great God of Destiny was heard, stopping Xiang Jun and Xiang Furen's actions, pointing out that the innate spirits of those dead souls were also imprisoned. Once they were killed, the spirits might be harmed, which would be a matter of great damage to one's virtue and destiny.

"Leave this to me!"

The aura of the Great God of Destiny emanated from under Mount Dongyue, and then hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers escorted Guo Shan out.

(End of this chapter)