My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1141 Ceremony of Sacrifice to Heaven
Before receiving true instruction from the sage, Wen Rui had always had concerns: if the sage controlled the Way of Heaven, would he directly rewrite the physical rules upon which technology depends?
But he quickly shook his head and laughed. The "control of the Heavenly Dao" that cultivators talk about is essentially "following and utilizing the existing rules of the Heavenly Dao," rather than "creating new rules."

Otherwise, Yuanshi Tianzun wouldn't always be saying "following the will of Heaven and responding to the needs of the people." If he truly had such innovative ambitions, the slogan of the Chan Sect should have been changed to "defying the will of Heaven and changing fate."

The ultimate power in the primordial world was Pangu.

Only Pangu shattered the chaotic laws of the old world and created all the laws of the heavens in the new world today.

The top beings in the primordial world below Pangu only inherited Pangu's legacy; no one else could surpass Pangu.

The upper limit of primordial power is to create a new universe, but the price is martyrdom and death.

Pangu proved the Dao with force and died for it, leaving a precious legacy for future generations. He created all things and beings in the primordial world, but he also frightened the primordial powerhouses who inherited the most of his legacy and were at the top of the pyramid.

Since Pangu, no sage has ever proven the Dao through force. Instead, they have achieved sainthood by severing the three corpses or through merit. This does not mean that if they spared no effort and made sufficient sacrifices, they could not reach the level of Pangu. Rather, they have imposed a limitation on themselves in their minds, severing their own pursuit of changing the rules of the Heavenly Dao and creating new laws of the world.

Therefore, the upper limit of immortal and mystical power in the primordial world is the creation of heaven and earth, while the upper limit of technological power is by no means limited to this.

Based on the known upper limit of technological power, creating a universe would be as simple as eating and drinking for Old Rui, who has a level 10 intelligence. Controlling thousands of finite multiverses and turning them into his own playground and backyard would be a trivial matter that Old Rui could accomplish in a dozen years by spending some thought, time and energy.

Only an infinite multiverse poses a challenge to the ultimate beings who stand at the pinnacle of technology.

Of course, comparisons are inevitable, and in Lao Rui's eyes, Wen Rui's level five intelligence was only slightly better than a monkey's, barely reaching the level of an orangutan.

What Lao Rui can do easily, Wen Rui might not be able to do.

But the world has no shortage of smart people.

Unlike those powerful beings and countless immortals and Buddhas of the primordial world who monopolized cultivation resources and stayed in the Heavenly Court and the Blissful World, Wen Rui did not spend his days playing music and dancing. Occasionally, he would send a little rain to the mortal world, which he considered the greatest favor to them.

Wen Rui shared the technology he extracted from the system, which enabled him to cultivate countless college students, graduate students, and scientists from among the ignorant beings whose fates would have destined them to be the sons of farmers, demons, or beasts for countless lifetimes.

Generation after generation of people fly out of the mountain valleys, enter university campuses, and step into the halls of science. They innovate and pass on the torch, and sooner or later, geniuses with intelligence surpassing Wen Rui will emerge from among them. These geniuses, working together, can even pile up their technological level to the point where they can rival Old Rui.

When civilization embarks on the path of "mastering the laws and evolving autonomously," it will eventually have its own confidence, even when facing legendary sages.

……

On the day the troops set out, the Kunlun Mountains were filled with surging clouds, and the morning sun pierced through the clouds, gilding the Jade Palace with a golden glow.

The square in front of the palace was already prepared. A nine-tiered white jade altar for worshipping Heaven rose from the ground, with a three-legged bronze cauldron placed on top. Inside the cauldron burned thousand-year-old sandalwood and lingzhi mushrooms, and wisps of smoke rose into the air, mingling with the clouds as if conveying prayers to the heavens. Gods and Buddhas always valued a sense of ritual in everything they did, otherwise they could not demonstrate their transcendence. Even though holding a grand ceremony to worship Heaven and send troops would reveal their strategic intentions, the Western and Chan sects' allied forces, who believed that "three saints against one saint, the advantage is in our hands," did not see anything wrong with it.

What if the other side discovers your intention to send troops?
When immortals and Buddhas punish the mortal world, it is divine punishment; thunder and rain are divine grace. How can mortals not only fail to kneel and worship, but also dare to fight back?

The idea that mortals could defeat immortals and Buddhas has never existed in history and will never exist in the future. The purpose of this military expedition is to completely extinguish the wolfish ambitions of mortals to defy the heavens.

Just like how Dad... no, Great-great-great-grandfather taught his great-great-grandson, it's natural to do things openly and honestly, not secretly.
At the hour of Chen (7-9 AM), the bell tolled from the depths of the Jade Void Palace. The nine tolls reverberated through the valley, startling countless cranes in the forest, which then circled above the square.

Yuanshi Tianzun, dressed in a nine-dragon Taoist robe and holding a jade ruyi, slowly ascended the sacrificial altar. Behind him followed the golden immortals of the Chan Sect, who wore robes of radiant light and had swords of dazzling brilliance at their waists. With each step they took, golden lotuses bloomed beneath their feet, their petals drifting in the wind and transforming into specks of spiritual light that merged into the sea of ​​clouds.

The grand ceremony to worship Heaven officially began.

Yuanshi Tianzun stood before the cauldron, raised his hands to form a mudra, and chanted a prayer: "Heaven and Earth are the origin of all things. Now, there are evil spirits from beyond the realms who are disturbing the Three Realms. Your disciple Yuanshi leads the allied forces of immortals and Buddhas to punish the rebels and vanquish the evil. I pray that Heaven will bestow blessings, protect all living beings, and restore our orthodox lineage!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed the jade ruyi at the bronze cauldron. The flames inside the cauldron suddenly surged, transforming into a crimson-gold fire dragon that soared into the sky, circled three times in the clouds, and emitted a deafening roar.

The sky changed color, the originally pale blue sky became tinged with rainbow light, and countless runes appeared from the clouds, flickering as if responding to the will of Heaven.

On the Western side, the Buddha sat on a nine-tiered lotus throne and slowly floated from the east side of the square to the altar of worship. His disciples, including Kasyapa and Ananda, held prayer beads and chanted the Diamond Sutra in unison. The Sanskrit chants and Taoist prayers intertwined, transforming into golden and blue ribbons of light that coiled in the sky above the square, enveloping the entire Kunlun Mountain in a peaceful and solemn atmosphere.

The Sage of Guidance took out the Nine-Rank Lotus Platform (originally there were twelve ranks, but the Mosquito Taoist had gnawed off three of them).

Nine beams of white light emanated from the lotus platform, and within each beam of light appeared a crystal Buddha statue, with its hands clasped together and bowing towards the altar.

The Sage Zhunti then waved the Seven Treasures Tree, from which seven precious pearls emitted beams of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple light. These beams landed and transformed into seven rainbow bridges, connecting the altar to the distant horizon. Auspicious clouds surged over the bridges, as if the phantoms of immortals were walking on them.

At the end of the sacrificial ceremony, Yuanshi Tianzun and Tathagata Buddha raised their hands simultaneously, and three jade tablets flew out of the bronze cauldron, each engraved with the characters "Heaven," "Earth," and "Man." After the jade tablets rose into the air, they shattered, turning into countless points of light that merged into the bodies of each immortal and Buddha.

The immortals felt their spiritual power surge and their magical treasures shine even brighter, clearly a blessing from Heaven. The cranes on the plaza cried out in unison, their cries mingling with the cheers of the immortals and Buddhas, creating a solemn yet magnificent scene.

If this were a mortal dynasty in the original timeline, witnessing their opponent being such a being would be like a rookie boxer's first fight, thinking their opponent is Tyson and already terrified, only to find out it's Taro...

This was many times more difficult than sending Benboerba to capture Tang Sanzang and his disciples.

(End of this chapter)