This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 463 The Two Guanyin Sisters Play Chess - This is the Main Event

A black light pierced the sky, and the entire army stood at attention.

A streak of pitch-black light tore through the clouds and rushed straight into the Heavenly Net Formation.

Tens of thousands of golden-armored celestial soldiers stood in formation like a forest, their cold light reflecting the sun. Fearing the escape of the false god, they sealed off all escape routes and portals of the great formation. The moment the formation was activated, a chilling aura froze the clouds within a thousand miles.

Thirty-six divine generals, wielding magical weapons, rode on auspicious clouds or mythical beasts, forming the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals Formation, creating a canopy within a canopy, completely surrounding the entire airspace.

Xiang Yuan ignored them completely, his gaze piercing through the layers of weapons and the imposing array, landing directly on the figure in black armor in the distance.

The Demon-Slaying Ancestor of the Divine Firmament Realm was of questionable character, but a master of showing off. He stood quietly in the void, covered in black armor, with the Great Emperor's Dharma Image behind him. He held no weapon, but simply stood with his hands behind his back, yet the entire world seemed to freeze in place.

When the Demon-Slaying Ancestor saw Xiang Yuan arrive alone, he sneered with disdain. Recalling the scene of the gods of the two realms being humiliated, he narrowed his eyes and suppressed his chilling killing intent: "You false god, you do have some guts. Speak, what brings you here? Are you here to surrender and betray us?"

"Stop talking nonsense. In a war between two worlds, it's a fight to the death. There's no such thing as surrendering."

Xiang Yuan was too lazy to exchange harsh words with the Demon-Slaying Ancestor. He beckoned with his finger and said, "I'm not going to discuss true gods and false gods with you. Let's get straight to the point. We both have the position of True Martial Emperor. You know better than anyone that these rotten potatoes and bird eggs are useless. Don't waste time. I'm waiting to go back and drink some iced cola!"

The Demon Slayer didn't know what Ice Cola was, but Xiang Yuan's arrogant tone made no attempt to hide it, which angered him. He almost succumbed to the provocation and agreed to a duel on the spot.

The Demon-Slaying Ancestor, who considered himself of high status and took pride in it, was a completely different kind of person from Xiang Yuan. He glanced at the distance and said, “Strange, what kind of formation is that? The Heavenly Gang is incomplete, and the Heavenly Net is not whole. You, a false god, have fallen so low that you have no one to rely on. You have truly tarnished the name of Zhenwu.”

They're all just a makeshift operation, yet you're so proud of yourself.

Xiang Yuan could see very clearly that the golden-armored heavenly soldiers of the Heavenly God Realm and the Divine Firmament Realm were all illusory creations, both sides being amateurish and equally rotten.

The Demon-Slaying Ancestor's sense of superiority... might be because he had gathered thirty-six divine generals.

"You fallen false god, you lack soldiers and generals, you don't know the Heavenly Dipper, and you don't understand the Heavenly Net. Today I will open your eyes to what the True Martial and the Black Tortoise are!"

The Demon-Slaying Ancestor let out a low shout, his left hand forming the Heavenly Gang Seal, and his right hand forming the Xuanwu Seal. Suddenly, an array diagram appeared beneath the feet of the Great Emperor's Dharma Image.

The thirty-six Heavenly Stars shone brightly at the same time, transforming into thirty-six dazzling pillars of light that pierced through the clouds. Within each pillar were divine generals, who surrounded Xiang Yuan according to the celestial directions.

The Heavenly Gang Righteous Law, the stars shift and the constellations turn.

Thirty-six golden rays intertwined to form a net, outlining a complete celestial constellation. The constellation was like a lock, and the starlight was like a chain. Each ray was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on the void and making it creak.

Beyond the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals, a black tortoise carries the sky, and a spirit snake coils around a pillar.

The two intertwine, with the heavens as the warp and the earth as the weft. Water and fire share the same origin, and yin and yang complement each other, evolving into countless formations of the four elements, five elements, six directions, eight trigrams, and so on, without end.

Such a powerful array was beyond the capacity of the laws of heaven and earth in the Blue Star Realm to withstand, and thus could not be established. Therefore, an outer net of heaven and earth was interwoven, forming a dazzling star bell to suppress the surrounding space, ensuring the smooth operation of the array while preventing those imprisoned within from escaping.

The three peerless formations are interlocked and layered.

The Heavenly Gang governs slaughter, the Black Tortoise controls transformation, and the Heavenly Net controls restraint. Even the Antarctic Longevity Emperor, a deputy Heavenly level being trapped in the formation, would suffer greatly!

The Demon-Slaying Ancestor stood proudly outside the formation, coldly looking at Xiang Yuan inside, his voice like the clash of cold iron: "A fallen false god, why should I take action? This formation can kill you!"

"That's awesome!"

Xiang Yuan nodded repeatedly, indicating that he had learned something.

Whether he, as the boss, learns it or not is irrelevant. As long as Bai Ze learns it, that's fine. Niu Ma, work hard. Whether the boss can live in a mansion and drive a luxury car depends on you.

Seeing that Xiang Yuan was still nonchalant even when facing death, the Demon-Slaying Ancestor was furious. He was angry at himself for having lost face by fighting with such a false god.

"Well, before we begin, let me ask you a question."

Xiang Yuan raised an eyebrow and looked outside the formation, his gaze passing over a series of flashy obstacles, and accurately met the eyes of the Demon-Slaying Ancestor: "Mao Shen, do you know why your Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor is missing a finger?"

He can actually sense the outside of the formation?

The Demon-Slaying Ancestor's pupils constricted sharply, unable to understand how Xiang Yuan could find him amidst the triple array. Could it be...?

The True Martial Emperor of the Celestial Realm has a higher divine position and stronger divine power.

Xiang Yuan waited for three seconds, but heard no reply. He shook his head and said, "You were sent to me without knowing anything. It seems you're just a pawn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Yuan's figure faded away, and his aura became one with heaven and earth, so ethereal that it was impossible to lock onto him.

Tao follows nature!

The next moment, the yin and yang colors converged like dragons, and the light of the five elements was endless, slowly unfolding with the momentum of the evolution of all things.

Miniature world projection!
The True Martial Emperor of the Celestial Realm and the Demon-Slaying Ancestor of the Divine Firmament Realm are not much different. They hold the same divine position and have the same divine power. They are both bound within their respective Heavenly Court systems. Apart from belonging to different factions, they are otherwise identical, and neither is more precious than the other.

However, Xiang Yuan possesses the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed within him, enabling him to cultivate in the Heavenly God Realm and its subordinate worlds.

This move broke the Heavenly Emperor's monopoly on the laws of Heaven, freeing him from its restrictions and making the divine power of the True Martial Emperor no longer illusory. He could advance further on his own without the Heavenly Emperor's approval.

This is the difference between Xiang Yuan and the Demon-Slaying Ancestor, and the gap between the two.

From zero to one, from illusion to reality, a qualitative leap, the difference between the two is like heaven and earth.

boom!
A deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth, distorting yin and yang, and disrupting the five elements' dominance, instantly throwing off the core nodes of the Xuanwu Grand Formation. The once perfectly functioning array crumbled in an instant, and the outer Heavenly Net also trembled violently, nearly collapsing.

The tens of thousands of golden-armored celestial soldiers swayed and became unsteady. They were hit by the aftershocks of the collapse of the Xuanwu Formation and almost lost the ability to maintain the Heavenly Net Formation. Even their illusory existence was almost wiped out on the spot.

The golden-armored celestial soldiers were illusory creations; if one batch was lost, another could be made. However, the thirty-six divine generals within the Heavenly Gang Formation were real beings, and they all coughed up blood as they were impacted by the aftershocks of the formation's destruction.

The lower-ranked generals, due to their weak divine power, could not withstand the aftershocks, became dizzy and fainted on the spot.

"Generals, obey the order!"

The two generals, Turtle and Snake, roared and, despite their injuries, charged forward first: "Success or failure hinges on this! Activate the great formation with all your might! Do not let this false god demon break through the formation!"

He charged ahead at the forefront, followed by several streaks of light and shrouded in the aura of Dharma.

Xiang Yuan's fading body slowly enlarged, directly facing the two Dharma forms of the Xuan Turtle and the Spirit Serpent. He clasped his hands in the void, correcting the disorder and reversing the Yin-Yang fish.

With a hissing sound, the hundred-foot-tall tortoise-snake dharma image was forcibly torn in two, blood and flesh flying everywhere, a silent wail, before turning into nothingness in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible hand stirred the sky, creating ripples. Wherever the ripples spread, the divine images of the thirty-six divine generals were all distorted and distorted, and shattered into dust in the undercurrent of slaughter.

The two generals, Turtle and Snake, coughed up blood and fell like broken kites, followed by numerous other generals who fell like wheat being harvested.

There were star charts like locks, starlight like chains, and methods to seal off space came one after another, but the shackles were torn off and the fetters shattered by an invisible hand.

In just a few breaths, the Xuanwu Formation and the Tiangang Formation were broken one after another. Xiang Yuan's men were no match for him, and before he could even exert much effort, all the divine generals became the backdrop for his downfall.

Tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers raised their weapons like a forest, golden light intertwined with nets, and countless golden threads spread across the sky, heading towards the distant enemy.

Xiang Yuan neither dodged nor avoided the thousands of golden lights surrounding him, regarding the overwhelming and violent attack as a gentle breeze. He pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed through the air, causing thousands of golden-armored heavenly soldiers to shatter in unison.

With the second finger strike, the three thousand heavenly soldiers were annihilated.

As the third finger fell, tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers were reduced to dust and vanished with the wind.

At this moment, his figure had grown to a thousand feet in size. With a gentle shrug, like an old friend returning home, he broke through the imprisoning golden bell and walked out safely from the Heavenly Net Array.

The three interconnected, peerless formations, layered upon each other, multiplied their power more than a hundredfold, yet in Xiang Yuan's hands, they were reduced to ashes after only a few breaths.

The Demon-Subduing Ancestor stood frozen in place, staring at the illusory figure before him that was almost entirely different from his Dharma Form. He could hardly comprehend it, and his voice trembled as he said, "This... how is this possible? Your Dharma Form..."

"How come it's different from yours, huh?"

Xiang Yuan's towering figure stood tall and upright, glancing behind the Great Emperor's Dharma Image of the Demon-Slaying Ancestor: "It's the same. You'll see it when you turn around."

The Demon-Slaying Ancestor instinctively turned around.

Above the heavens, an immeasurable black emperor phantom sat in the void, his eyes as calm as a starry sea, with the image of a tortoise, snake, and black tortoise hidden behind him.

The illusory figure of the Great Emperor raised his hand, and slowly pressed down with one finger.

A single finger was larger than the illusory image of the Demon-Slaying Ancestor, the Thousand-Foot Emperor, as if the entire world could not contain its existence.

Ripples broke through the fingertips, originating from beyond the void, and materialized above the Blue Star Realm, its power overwhelming all directions, sweeping away the red clouds and stirring up a sea of ​​fire.

The Demon-Slaying Ancestor's pupils constricted in horror, as he faintly sensed the aura of the Heavenly Emperor within that finger. He tried to escape, but was unable to move. He was struck by a finger, and along with the Great Emperor's dharma image, he vanished into nothingness.

"As expected, his character is so-so. He comes and goes as he pleases, doing whatever he wants without any manners."

Xiang Yuan's figure flickered, dispelling his Dharma form and withdrawing his supernatural powers.

Just as he was about to return the way he came, continue to enjoy junk food, and chug a glass of iced cola, he saw a mysterious mirror appear through the void where the Demon-Slaying Ancestor had disappeared. The mirror's surface was like water, faintly reflecting his figure.

The Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor's magical treasure!
Looking at the figure in the mirror, his primordial spirit momentarily lost control, as if it had been sealed by a spell and had lost control of his body.

It was fine again in the next second.

Calm and composed (in speech)
The legendary King of Endurance Control is still going strong!
He calmly and voluntarily sacrificed himself, demonstrating a fearless spirit of self-sacrifice, thus ensuring the safety of Xiang Yuan's primordial spirit. To his surprise, he found that his body was still unable to move. He stared intently at the Xuan Mirror in front of him and saw 'him' in the mirror swaying his body and shoulders, lifelike, as if he would step out of the mirror at any moment.

Not as if!

Their eyes met, and Xiang Yuan in the mirror smiled brightly. He stretched his arms, his fingertips lightly touching the mirror's surface, creating ripples. Xiang Yuan's smile grew even brighter. He pushed aside the water-like mirror, took a step, and transformed the illusion into reality, stepping directly into the real world.

Alarm bells rang in Xiang Yuan's mind. The Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor, resentful of his own disability, became increasingly angry the more he thought about it, and finally decided to take action against this innocent little white flower.

Moreover, it's not just a simple matter of using a magic weapon to copy him; the Xuanjing seems to have copied something else as well.

Buzz!
Just as Xiang Yuan was about to step out completely in the mirror, the jade belt around his waist untied itself, floated in mid-air, and cast a dazzling halo, enveloping him like a curtain, completely isolating him from the world, making him impossible to observe or reflect.

Xiang Yuan's expression changed drastically in the mirror. The leg that stepped out of the mirror vanished instantly. He hurriedly retreated back into the mirror, but he still couldn't stop the dissipation. His entire body faded into nothingness.

Without that figure, Xuanjing, though unwilling, could only disappear into the void.

"Another rude guy..."

Xiang Yuan patted his chest with lingering fear, caught the jade belt that fell from mid-air, said a few words about how good the king was, and tied it back around his waist.

The next second, his body stiffened.

(一`一)
Because of some misunderstanding, the king pretended to be disgusted with him. Something as intimate as a belt should be put away immediately after use, could it be...?

Is there still another calamity?

Xiang Yuan gasped, took a step and disappeared from the spot, preparing to drink an iced cola to calm his nerves.

……

Outside the commander's tent, ten generals, led by Marshal Ma, stood looking completely bewildered. Jiu Ying, the gatekeeper, was the same, but because he was taller, his bewildered face was the biggest.

Ever since Xiang Yuan single-handedly and easily defeated the false god, the generals have been in a state of continuous bewilderment.

At first, I was shocked, then I began to doubt my life and wonder what the meaning of my existence was.

If the True Martial Emperor is so powerful, is there really a need for them to exist?

What if the emperor changes his mind and no longer wants them?
Inside the garden, the two secretaries also faced unemployment. They were shocked by their boss's immense power, capable of obliterating gods of the same level with a mere flick of his wrist, and astonished that such a powerful deity was so obsessed with junk food like iced cola.

Their two pretty faces were lifeless, and their small mouths were open in an "O" shape.

He glanced at it from afar; it was all factory settings, not his shape.

“Ton ton ton——”

"Ah~~~"

Xiang Yuan: ()
"Bai Ze, I didn't realize you were so good at adding ice. Did you work at a fast food restaurant when you were in the human world?"

"..."

Bai Ze raised her hand and closed her chin. She had never worked at a fast food restaurant, and she hadn't added the ice herself; it was outsourced to Guan Yan.

Watching his boss utterly defeat the Demon-Slaying Ancestor and his thirty-six divine generals, wiping out the entire fake Xuanwu Tongchu Mansion, Bai Ze felt somewhat lost. The top-tier ox and horse felt dispensable, wondering what the point of all his busy work was.

She wasn't afraid of hardship; she was afraid of living a life without value.

Xiang Yuan has just proven with her actions that it makes no difference whether Xuanwu Tongchu Mansion has her or not, and that the existence of Xuanwu Tongchu Mansion will not affect the True Martial Emperor.

What should I do? I can't just be a pretty face as a secretary, can I?
What? The boss isn't attracted to her looks?

Worse still, it can't even be used as a vase.

ε=(ο｀*)))x2
Life is tough, and work is even tougher. The two secretaries sighed in unison, feeling like they were superfluous in the office.

"Don't overthink it. With your looks, even if you did nothing, you'd still be a sight to behold on an office desk," Xiang Yuan said kindly, trying to comfort them when he saw they were both downcast.

The effect was remarkable; the two secretaries were labeled as "pretty faces," and the tense atmosphere around them was visibly palpable.

"Alright, stop looking down. Keep your negative emotions to yourself and don't let them affect the people around you."

Xiang Yuan shrugged: "I recently had a stroke of luck, which allowed me to break through my constraints and make you all seem superfluous. You weren't exactly mediocre before; I've seen your performance. Come sit at the table and lend me your legs. I'm short two trays for ketchup."

There's no point in discussing the matter of the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed, so Xiang Yuan won't explain it further. In order to encourage his two hardworking secretaries to continue their hard work, Xiang Yuan decided to reward them.

At this point, Xiang Yuan raised his hand and waved it, replacing the stone table in front of him with an office desk.

There's a huge desk, with documents and pens pushed aside, two secretaries lying side by side, and still enough space to sing, dance, and rap.

The two secretaries sat listlessly at their desks, feeling lost about life, and even their awards didn't lift their spirits.

Xiang Yuan spread ketchup on the silk-clad ham, and in no time, she had finished a bag of fries and a plate of ketchup on the white ham.

Bai Ze: ()
Fanning the flames like crazy!

Xiang Yuan, having nothing better to do, stirred up a fire, watching with amusement as Bai Ze glared angrily at Guan Yan, who lowered her head, blushing, feeling wronged and unable to refute.

The Zhenwu Emperor's office only has this much fun, so it can't be cut off.

Just as Xiang Yuan was enjoying himself, the Heavenly Palace Gate above the camp suddenly disappeared, the ascension passage vanished, and it disappeared into the void. Even with the divine power of the True Martial Emperor, he could not find a trace of it.

The two secretaries looked up at the same time, their expressions changing drastically; they had clearly sensed something was amiss.

Something's happened in the Celestial Realm! x3
"Boss, the upper realm..."

"I'll have a glass of iced cola and be right back."

Xiang Yuan frowned, wiped the tomato sauce from his mouth, and disappeared into the commander's tent in a flash.

Normally, the Celestial Realm connects to all the lower realms through the Ascension Channel. Now that the channel is closed, it means that all the immortals and gods guarding the lower realms have been cut off from their way back, including him, the True Martial Emperor.

Fortunately, he is no longer the Zhenwu Emperor who was limited by his divine status!

Xiang Yuan closed his eyes and sensed the light, which caused the jade belt at his waist to emit a faint glow, pointing him in the direction of the universe.

He took a step forward, and the void shattered like a mirror, directly breaking through the spatial barrier and forcibly entering the realm of gods.

At this moment, in the Celestial Realm, the sea of ​​clouds remains the same, the immortal mountains are as before, and on the surface, everything appears calm and peaceful.

But internally...

On the Western Vulture Peak, two golden Buddha statues stand facing each other, and the bells of the Great Thunder Temple ring out simultaneously from both directions.

In the Purple Bamboo Grove of the South China Sea, two figures in white stood facing each other, each possessing great compassion to relieve suffering and save all living beings.
In the ninth heaven, golden imperial shadows intertwined, reflecting distinctly different imperial figures;
Similar scenes appeared in every corner of the celestial realm, all of which were reenactments of the true and false Monkey Kings.

There are exceptions, such as the summit of Kunlun Mountain or the Tushita Palace in the Heavenly Court, where no one disturbs them, and they live in peace and quiet, with one person reading a book and the other engrossed in alchemy.

"What did I tell you? Defense is no good. A seemingly impregnable defense will definitely be exploited by the enemy."

Xiang Yuan frowned secretly, not understanding why the Heavenly Emperor would make such a foolish move, or whether this was also part of the Heavenly Emperor's calculations.
He had no time to think, and transformed into a streak of black light, heading straight for the Purple Bamboo Forest in the South China Sea.

The two Guanyin sisters playing chess is the highlight!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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