People in Conferred Gods: Rising from humble beginnings, I am the God of Wealth

Chapter 323 The Purple Heaven Dao Bell Rings, All Saints Enter Chaos! (11)

clang--!
A bell rang from beyond the heavens, and in an instant, it spread throughout the entire prehistoric world, but few living beings were able to hear it.

Even the three Quasi-Saints in the Fire Cloud Cave could not hear this bell; only Saints and Primordial Golden Immortals could hear it.

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

As the sound of the bells echoed in his ears, Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly looked up at the heavens, his brows furrowing slightly.

After a moment of silence, he turned his gaze to the Golden Cloud Cave, looking at Jade Cauldron Immortal who was meditating and teaching his disciples, and Yang Jian who was honing his physique, and sighed slightly.

Then, he transformed into pure qi and disappeared into the Jade Void Palace, breaking through the barrier of the primordial world and heading towards the Purple Cloud Palace.

East China Sea, Jin'ao Island.

As always, the Tongtian Sect Leader sat cross-legged on the cloud platform, wandering in the chaos, searching for the Chaos Bell that was intentionally hiding.

Suddenly, he heard a bell ring in his ear, his eyes snapped open, and he looked up at the sky.

"Is it coming..."

The Master of the Heavens tapped the hilt of his sword lightly, his expression somewhat helpless.

Even if he is a saint, he cannot have everything go his way.

The Chaos Bell has been sought but not found. Without a supreme innate treasure to suppress the fortune of the Jie Sect, even a saint like him is now unable to suppress the ever-increasing karma of the Jie Sect.

In this situation, to preserve the Jie Sect...

"Ugh!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader sighed helplessly. He knew what this bell meant, and he also knew that when he returned to the Primordial World, it would be the time when the Jie Sect would face calamity, but he had no choice but to go.

Then, the figure of the Tongtian Sect Leader disappeared, transforming into a sword light that pierced through the primordial membrane and entered the chaos.

Shouyang Mountain, Bajing Palace.

The Sage of Taiqing sat cross-legged on the futon, without sorrow or joy, as if he had merged with the surrounding environment. He looked like a cloud of mist in the mountains, or like an ordinary old Taoist priest with no cultivation.

Just then, a bell suddenly rang out from beyond the heavens. The Supreme Sage slowly opened his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then disappeared as if he had never existed.

same moment.

In the Heavenly Court, in that thatched hut.

The banana leaf fan in Laozi's hand trembled slightly, and the Samadhi True Fire in the Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Furnace suddenly surged, almost engulfing the entire furnace.

Fortunately, Laozi was experienced and highly skilled. He once again fanned the banana leaf fan to suppress the raging Samadhi True Fire, thus preventing this important batch of elixirs from being destroyed.

If this batch of pills is destroyed, he will have to find another opportunity to retrieve the lost elixir from Mount Sumeru, which will ultimately be a troublesome matter.

"Perhaps... I should find a fire-fanning boy to help me refine this batch of pills..."

Laozi lowered his eyes and looked into the depths of the underworld.

In the west, Mount Sumeru.

The infant-like Jieyin and Zhunti sat cross-legged on the golden lotus of merit, expounding on the great prosperity of the West.

clang--!
Suddenly, a bell rang in their ears. The two looked at each other and smiled.

"The great calamity is approaching, and the opportunity for a great rise in the West will appear!"

Although they did not know the specifics of this great calamity, based on their years of deduction, they believed that this calamity would be beneficial to the West and would be an important opportunity for the West to prosper.

They had been planning for this great calamity and this opportunity for many years.

The Great Dao cycles, and prosperity inevitably leads to decline. The Chan and Jie sects suppressed the primordial world for countless eons, and this great calamity marks the time of their decline.

Since it is an inevitable trend, they will naturally not miss such a good opportunity. By going with the flow and following the will of Heaven, the things they want to plan will become much easier.

Their plan, spanning several epochs, was to take advantage of this opportunity to further damage the already declining Chan and Jie sects.

If all goes well, the West can even use this great calamity to gradually devour some of the fortune of the Chan and Jie sects and strengthen itself!
"Let's go, don't keep the Dao Ancestor waiting..."

Zhunti chuckled lightly and immediately got up to head towards the outer heavens.

He had just stood up when he paused slightly, his expression becoming somewhat stiff.

In their current state, it's really not advisable for them to go out...

But how could he refuse the invitation from the Daoist Ancestor?

Moreover, this matter is of great importance to the rise of the West, and they certainly cannot afford to miss it.

"It's just a face..."

Jieyin shook his head and smiled, then disappeared into Mount Sumeru together with Zhunti.

Compared to the great prosperity of the West, face is nothing at all!
Wa Palace.

The stunningly beautiful saint, with a human head and a snake's body, was completely submerged in the pool, with only his head protruding, displaying an expression of pure enjoyment.

But just then, a bell suddenly echoed in the Nuwa Palace, and her brows furrowed slightly, revealing a look of annoyance.

"I knew this old man was up to no good. I'll see what you're up to!"

As early as when Fairy Yunhua gave birth to Yang Chan, she knew that the Dao Ancestor had a plan, which was likely to use Yang Chan's luck to involve her in the upcoming great calamity.

Otherwise, why would the Dao Ancestor plan this at this critical juncture?

She doesn't believe that Daozu did this if it wasn't related to the Investiture of the Gods.

Nuwa opened her beautiful eyes, her snake tail swayed gently, and she transformed into a beam of red light, heading towards the heavens.

……

The Netherworld, the place of reincarnation in the underworld.

clang--!
Houtu had intended to continue explaining the matter of destiny to Yang Xuan when she suddenly heard the sound of a bell, and a look of worry appeared on her face.

She didn't know the purpose of the Dao Ancestor summoning all the saints to Zixiao Palace, but whatever the Dao Ancestor wanted to do, summoning them at this time must be related to the Great Tribulation.

Although Houtu was just telling Yang Xuan that the Great Tribulation also contains opportunities, and that as long as the plan is made properly, not only can the Divine Path flourish during the Great Tribulation, but he can also firmly sit in the position of the Lord of the Divine Path.

But Houtu did not want the great calamity to come.

Once the great calamity descends, countless people will surely die in the primordial world. Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal cannot guarantee that he can successfully overcome the calamity. This is not something she wants to see.

But she also understood that the Great Tribulation was an indispensable and necessary process in the self-evolution of the primordial world, and no one could stop it.

Even if the Dao Ancestor did not summon all the saints to Zixiao Palace, the great calamity would still descend.

On the contrary, perhaps the Dao Ancestor summoned all the saints to discuss the Great Tribulation, thereby reducing its impact on the saints of the prehistoric world.

Regardless, she had to make this trip to Zixiao Palace.

After a moment of silence, Houtu could only temporarily set aside her divine destiny and said to Yang Xuan:

"The Dao Ancestor has summoned me. I need to go to Zixiao Palace. You will wait in the Netherworld for a while until I return."

Only sages could hear that bell sound. Only then did Yang Xuan realize that the Dao Ancestor had begun to summon all the sages to the Zixiao Palace.

Yang Xuan wasn't surprised by this, knowing that the Dao Ancestor had summoned the saints to discuss signing the Investiture of the Gods. What he hadn't expected was that Houtu was also among those invited by the Dao Ancestor.

According to later records, only the Six Sages of Heaven were present when the Investiture of the Gods was signed at Zixiao Palace.

In the subsequent signings of the Investiture of the Gods, even the two Western Saints might not have been present, let alone Houtu, the true saint.

But now, Houtu has received an invitation from the Dao Ancestor, which is different from the legends of later generations.

"Perhaps...this change is a good thing..."

Yang Xuan recalled that when he was in Zixiao Palace, he had proposed the idea that only when the three realms of Heaven, Earth and Man were in balance could the primordial world achieve perfection.

Although he only subtly put forward these ideas in light of the current state of the prehistoric world.

However, judging from the outcome of the Investiture of the Gods, the Dao Ancestor must have already begun planning the affairs of the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man before that.

The fact that Houtu, a true sage, was invited to Zixiao Palace today is likely because she gained some inspiration from Yang Xuan's ideas.

As long as we can avoid the arrival of the Dharma-ending Age due to that unknown reason, the evolution of the primordial world into the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man may not necessarily be a bad thing.

But to be on the safe side, Yang Xuan pondered for a moment, and seeing that Houtu was about to leave, he hurriedly said:

"My dear, wait a minute!"

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Houtu paused slightly, a look of confusion appearing in her eyes as she looked at Yang Xuan. At the same time, a bold idea involuntarily arose in her mind.

"He wouldn't dare get involved in something like this, would he...?"

Before Houtu could think further, Yang Xuan bowed to her, his face serious, and asked in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, the Dao Ancestor has invited you to Zixiao Palace. Is it for the sake of the Great Tribulation?"

"I don't know either, but I think it must be related to the Great Kalpa."

"If the Dao Ancestor invited Your Highness to Zixiao Palace, it was indeed for the sake of the Great Tribulation. I have a few words to say, but I don't know if I should?"

"Let's talk and listen."

Houtu's expression was somewhat strange, and her premonition grew stronger.

Yang Xuan was unaware of Houtu's change in expression. His mind raced, and after gathering his thoughts, he bowed again and said in a deep voice:

"Just as Your Majesty said, great calamities also contain opportunities."

"If the Dao Ancestor harbors selfish motives, then the matter he intends to plot by inviting the Empress to Zixiao Palace this time may very well be beneficial to the Heavenly Dao, and may even endanger the interests of the Earthly Dao and the Human Dao."

"Today, Heaven's Way is strong, while Earth's Way and Human Way are weak. In order to protect the interests of Earth's Way, we must take precautions against this matter."

"Your Majesty, on your journey to Zixiao Palace, no matter what the Dao Ancestor says, you should listen more and say less. Do not readily agree to the Dao Ancestor's requests. Everything should be carefully considered, lest you fall into the Dao Ancestor's trap!"

Yang Xuan paused for a moment, a hint of hesitation on his face, but finally continued:
"No matter how vast the primordial world is, it has its limits. Regardless of whether the Dao Ancestor's plan is to suppress the Earthly Dao, as long as the Dao Ancestor wants to strengthen the Heavenly Dao, it will affect both the Earthly Dao and the Human Dao."

"I think that if the Dao Ancestor really does this, Your Majesty could consider cooperating with the human race and taking advantage of this great calamity to plan for more benefits and narrow the gap between the human way, the earth way, and the heaven way."

Hou Tu:......

You really dare to get involved? That's incredibly audacious! If you were to attain sainthood in the future, even the affairs of the primordial world wouldn't satisfy your appetite...

Houtu was filled with emotion, never expecting Yang Xuan to be so audacious as to dare to plot against even the Dao Ancestor and the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

She even suspected that if Yang Xuan hadn't lacked cultivation and experience, he probably wouldn't have offered suggestions, but rather a comprehensive plan.

However, Yang Xuan may be bold, but what he said was not wrong. At least, speaking less and listening more will prevent mistakes, which can be said to be beneficial and without drawbacks.

"Don't worry, I know what to do. As for whether or not to cooperate with the human race, we'll talk about that when I get back."

After saying this, Houtu's figure disappeared from the stone platform and went to Zixiao Palace to discuss matters.

It's strange, really. She was a saint, and her cultivation and Taoist practice were beyond Yang Xuan's imagination.

However, she was determined that whatever the Dao Ancestor wanted to plan, she would have to discuss these matters with Yang Xuan before making a decision.

After Houtu left, Yang Xuan did not wait idly in the stone house.

This time, the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods is truly about to officially descend, and the affairs of the Heavenly Court have been almost fully arranged.

He needs to take advantage of this last bit of time to make proper arrangements for the underworld, so as to gain more benefits during the Investiture of the Gods.

……

Chaos knows no time, and no one knows how much has passed.

Inside the Zixiao Palace.

A beautiful woman dressed in a pale yellow fairy dress appeared at the edge of the cloud platform, and a stone platform appeared below her. She sat cross-legged on the stone platform.

At the same moment, six figures silently appeared on the six prayer mats closest to the cloud platform.

An old man, a middle-aged man, a young man, a stunningly beautiful woman, and—

Two young children dressed in Taoist robes.

These two children were Jieyin and Zhunti. Even though they had tried their best, they still could not break Houtu's supernatural powers and could only revert from their infant form to the form of a five or six-year-old child.

When Tongtian and the others saw the two of them like this, their expressions were somewhat strange, a mixture of mockery and apprehension.

They all knew that the way the two were being guided was due to the divine power of Houtu.

As sages, Houtu was able to transform Jieyin and the other two into this state, and she could also make them into this state!

Most importantly, with the blessing of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, Houtu's supernatural power was too unreasonable, and they didn't have any good way to deal with it, so they could only rely on their cultivation to withstand it.

Just then, Haotian, dressed as a Daoist boy, emerged from behind the cloud platform. His gaze swept over the seven sages, and he bowed respectfully, saying:
"Greetings to all the sages."

If it were the Heavenly Emperor Haotian, these saints wouldn't have paid too much attention, but it was different for the Daoist boy Haotian.

Even the Primordial Celestial Venerable smiled and nodded at Haotian in response, as did the other sages.

Especially Jieyin and Zhunti, who showed a hint of flattery. Their hearts skipped a beat the moment they saw Haotian.

Not long ago, Zhunti was preparing to forcibly convert Yang Xuan.

According to his original plan, as long as Yang Xuan listened to his teachings for tens of thousands of years, even if Haotian noticed, Yang Xuan would take the initiative to explain for him, and even if Haotian was dissatisfied, he wouldn't be able to say anything.

As a result, he encountered the madman Styx, which caused his plan to be exposed before he even began preaching.

The fact that the Dao Ancestor has summoned all the saints here is clearly for the matter of the Great Tribulation. And since Haotian is in the Zixiao Palace, they can't help but wonder if the Dao Ancestor summoned them because of Haotian.

Although, according to their years of deduction, this great calamity would be advantageous to the West, they still felt somewhat uneasy looking at the anger on Haotian's face.

If this matter is not handled properly, the Western Religion may also be afflicted. Even if the West can still profit, the process will become much more complicated...

Before they could think any further, an old Taoist priest suddenly appeared on the cloud platform.

The old Taoist priest had white hair and beard and wore a simple Taoist robe. He looked as if he had no cultivation at all, yet he was like the Tao itself.

It was none other than the Dao Ancestor Hongjun!

(End of this chapter)