Wet viviparity

Chapter 807 Charter, by the Heads of State
On Luoyin Lake, the cold waves are frozen like black ice.

The Heavenly River Altar stands alone on the lake, its towering walls and imposing gates still standing, bathed in the pale light of the sky.

Before the battle gate, the three officials had already restrained the surging momentum of the three interlocking deep blue torrents formed by the "Water Virtue Radiant Dharma Body," transforming them into three smooth water mirrors that hung high in front of the giant wall of the battle gate, their inner light shining in all directions.

In addition to the three generals, there is also a Taoist priest here.

The Taoist priest was dressed in a black robe with a red cloak over it, looking just like a clay statue enshrined in a temple. Beyond his crossed knees, a miniature spiritual river meandered like a silver dragon, with the sound of its waves never ceasing.

"Yourongzi!"

A voice appeared on a water mirror, saying, "Why not bring out the 'pure water bowl' bestowed upon us by the Imperial Household?"

You Rongzi's expression did not change as the Three Officials had expected. He said, "Master, I truly feel unworthy of this magic treasure in my hands. I am merely assisting Uncle Li Zhu in managing Dao affairs within the Upper Palace. What virtue or ability do I possess to be bestowed with such a magic treasure?"

Whether it's Luo Ji, the victorious butcher who fought a bloody battle in the deep lake on Bloodwave Reef in the southeast defense zone, or the Lingxu Mage who stabilized the region at Crane View, or even the Flying Immortal Zhang, which one of them didn't possess great merit?

"This is a big fallacy!"

In the water mirror, the officer rebuked: "As one of the defense zone generals, Luo Ji has repeatedly ventured into dangerous places just to indulge her momentary ferocity. The important tasks of the defense zone rely entirely on the descendants of the Tiger Elder of Jiafeng Town. How reckless she is! She is not the talent of a general."

In another mirror, another official said, "As for Fei Zhang Xian, he merely inherited the legacy of his previous life, 'Zhang Yuelu.' If he hadn't formed a good relationship with Lu Zhenjun in his previous life and repeatedly protected Zhenjun when he rose to power, how could he have received such teachings in this tribulation?"

Now, although the upper echelons have softened their stance on his return to the mountain gate, and even the three of us have not objected, how much of this is due to the current situation?

If he achieves unparalleled merit in this great calamity, then things will be fine for him in the future; he might even be able to ascend to the position of True Lord. If he fails to do so, then his virtue will be unworthy of his position, and he will surely suffer calamity in the future.

"As for Master Lingxu..."

In the final water mirror, the official pondered for a moment and said, "This man is brave and resourceful, and has the demeanor of a sect leader. He can tolerate what others cannot tolerate and kill what others cannot kill. He is truly a rare talent in Taiping Mountain. It is just a pity that he is too domineering and too shrewd, and is extremely good at seeking advantage and avoiding harm."

Look at our Lu Zhenjun, he has many friends, but also many enemies. Then look at this monk, he seems to have only friends. It's truly baffling.

The three mirrors turned to You Rongzi and said, "You could have been stationed in the defense zone and earned a great reputation, but you know that there are always people to do the complicated and complex affairs and overall planning, so you are content to remain unknown."

As the ancient saying goes, "The highest good is like water. Water benefits all things without striving. It dwells in places that others disdain, thus it is close to the Way."

"With your character, how could a mere magic weapon be unworthy of you?"

"Disciple understands."

You Rongzi held up the treasure bowl and said.

Before long, the clouds in the sky parted slightly, and several beams of clear light descended, their movement neither hurried nor slow, like stars hanging over the plains.

The first figure, clear as autumn water reflecting the sky, revealed a rider in the light. It was neither a horse nor a unicorn, its four hooves treading on the void. Sitting atop the beast's back was a man in a jade crown and white robe, with a refined and slender appearance. He was none other than Lu Zhenjun, the leader of Taiping Mountain.

Beside the True Lord stood two High Immortals, Li Zhu and Fu Ding, along with the True Man Xinghua.

A few steps behind Zhenjun were the two elders, Longhu and Erwen, from Jiafeng Peak, the two monks from Yifeng Peak, and the Venerable Xuanying. Some were accompanied by dragons and tigers, some had solemn and dignified appearances, and some were ancient and serene. They were all senior figures from the three peaks and one mansion of Taiping Mountain.

The crowd's clothes fluttered in the wind, yet they remained completely dry, their bodies enveloped in a pure aura that stood in stark contrast to the cold waves of the lake.

Before the battle gate, everyone's energy intertwined, naturally creating a peaceful and tranquil realm.

Lu Zhenjun shook his whisk, surveyed the entire audience, and remained silent.

Seeing this, Master Xinghua chuckled and said loudly, "Those three have always been close friends. They must have come together to attend the Zhanmen meeting. They probably have a lot to talk about. It's understandable that they are late." As soon as he finished speaking, two long voices suddenly rose from the sky.

A sharp, piercing sound like tearing silk striking metal; a deep, resonant, and far-reaching cry.

Where the sound waves passed, the sea of ​​clouds seemed to boil, then suddenly split in two, revealing a narrow chasm.

Within the ravine, two winged shadows first appeared, then quickly blotted out the sky. One of the winged shadows suddenly emitted golden light, piercing through the void. Within that golden light, a roc's head and golden crown were faintly visible, with a pearl on its forehead shining brightly into the sky, piercing through the gloom outside the altar.

Another winged figure slowly lowered its massive, cloud-piercing wings.

Its wingspan was so enormous that it caused the entire expanse of cold water below to sag several feet, with turbid waves surging into the sky. Above the giant wings, the azure feathers were like jade, swirling with a vast, ethereal light.

Two enormous shadows, one golden and one azure, hovered directly above the battle gate. Their massive shadows pressed down heavily, dimming the light, the mist, and the eerie atmosphere. Suddenly, two clear cries, even louder than before, rang out, and the two enormous shadows abruptly shrank, transforming into two dazzling streaks of light that crashed down like meteors before the battle gate.

The light faded, revealing two figures.

The victorious butcher, Luo Ji, had her red hair fluttering and her black robe billowing. A vertical slit on her forehead was slightly open, and a sharp line of light flickered like cold lightning.

Zhang Xiaoyuan, the Flying Immortal, stood tall and straight like a solitary peak, with a cold and stern face. There was no radiance emanating from his body, yet the residual power of the Great Roc Dharma Body still lingered.

Just as the Golden Winged Demon was displaying its ferocious power and the Roc was exerting its remaining pressure, a clear and calm voice, seemingly ignoring the spatial distance, rang out directly in front of the giant wall of the battle gate, saying, "I have been late in coming as the Sect Master has summoned me."

The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every head of state present.

Following the sound, everyone looked and saw that a Taoist priest from the Lotus Sect had quietly appeared under the shadow of the bone-embedded frost rock at the Battle Gate.

"Haha!" Master Xinghua clapped his hands and laughed heartily. Pointing at the three men, he said, "Not too late, not too late. With the arrival of the three pillars of Taiping Mountain, peace and tranquility will surely prevail throughout the south."

Ji Ming chuckled and nodded slightly to the teachers and elders, thinking to himself, "Fortunately, I have been in a high position for a long time, and I have my own supernatural abilities and proper manners. Otherwise, these two would have stolen a lot of the limelight today."

Looking at Luo Ji and Zhang Xiaoyuan, putting Zhang Xiaoyuan aside for now, Luo Ji, through countless battles and several opportunities for immortality, has accumulated enough resources, and her cultivation is almost catching up with his own.

As the old saying goes, no matter the era, it will not stop you from shining, but you cannot overshadow the light and heat of others.

"Master Zhenjun!"

Zhang Xiaoyuan looked at Lu Zhenjun with a face full of admiration and greeted him.

"Please take your seats."

Lu Zhenjun flicked his whisk and said calmly.

The group took their seats in front of the Frost Rock Giant Wall at the Battle Gate. Lu Zhenjun sat at the head of the table, with Li Zhu and Fu Ding, along with Xinghua Zhenren, standing in attendance. The two elders, Longhu, the three generals, the two monks, and Xuanying Shangren were arranged on the left and right sides, while Ji Ming, Luo Ji, You Rongzi, and Zhang Xiaoyuan sat at the end of the table.

The various leaders here represent the top leaders of the entire Tiannan Orthodox Sect.

Once their wills converge and they establish a set of rules, they can change the entire landscape of Tiannan, and even reclusive immortals cannot defy this will.

Ji Ming took a deep breath; the scenery at this level was indeed quite different.

"Before the three gods of the Cloud and Rain Temple—the Mourning Gate, the Perilous Path, and the Drought—arrive with the leaders of their respective temples, I must first explain the rules of this Tribulation Assembly. What is the reason for these rules, and how should they be implemented?"

(End of this chapter)