This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 465 Even if the sky collapses, the cows must still be fed.

The black light spread like a tide, encroaching on the entire pure white Buddhist kingdom.

A colossal, dark hand, obscuring the sky, descended from the heavens, its palm swirling with Dao patterns as it grasped the entire pure white world between its five fingers.

The divine power of Zhenwu the Great is beyond doubt. He subdues demons and monsters, and is full of positive energy. His black color symbolizes power and authority, and has complex connotations such as mystery, solemnity and elegance. It is also the color of 'Tao'.

Extremely Yang and strong, it is the Northern Heaven, the authority that suppresses all demons and cannot be challenged.

Without the powerful Black, how could one subdue demons and monsters, and how could one sit atop the Nine Heavens as the Ancestor of Demon Subduing!

But at this moment, because of the contrast between Guanyin Bodhisattva's whiteness and the rampant darkness, the positive energy was transformed by Xiang Yuan into something with a demonic flair.

Hiss!

A corner of the Thousand-Handed Lotus petal was torn open, and a ray of black light, like a dragon swimming into the sea, instantly pierced through the layers of Buddhist barriers.

Seeing Baiyue Jushi in the distance, he took a step forward, and the yin-yang symbol under his feet spun, twisting the Buddhist supernatural power of "one flower, one world" into the method of "shrinking the earth into an inch", and arrived at Baiyue Jushi's side in just one step.

He grabbed Baiyue Jushi's waist and said, "Senior sister, wake up! This is a demonic sound, a death-defying chant. If you believe it, you'll be fooled!"

Baiyue Jushi opened his eyes, and before him were countless golden butterflies transformed from scriptures, fluttering like a flowing Milky Way of starlight. His face was compassionate and serene, his spirit wise and dignified. Though they were clearly close at hand, they were also far away, gazing into the distance with great compassion and wisdom from a high place.

Xiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, they've picked up the wrong person!
The one in his arms was not his White Moon Hermit, but Guanyin from the Divine Firmament Realm.

But with those eyebrows, those eyes, and that domineering and unreasonable voluptuous figure, there's no reason she could have mistaken him for someone else!

Just as Xiang Yuan was puzzled, he saw the White Moon Hermit in his arms suddenly change her demeanor. She smiled gently, like a caring older sister, telling Xiang Yuan not to panic, that her opportunity had arrived and everything was fine.

After speaking, he closed his eyes, aligning himself with the Guanyin who was also sitting cross-legged opposite him, returning to a state of compassion, purity, wisdom, and solemnity.

As their white robes fluttered, the two Guanyin Bodhisattvas lowered their eyes and calmed their breathing, sitting cross-legged.

The two Guanyin statues, one holding a vase and the other a sutra scroll, are depicted. On the willow branch of the White Moon Hermit, nectar condenses into Sanskrit characters of wisdom, while in the sutra scroll of Guanyin, golden characters transform into rain of compassion. The two auras blend perfectly, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other.

Looking to the left and then to the right, he roughly realized something.

When two Heavenly Emperors meet, they are like fire and water, destined to fight to the death; but when two Bodhisattvas meet, they unite in their pursuit of enlightenment and become one.

Even though they are both reincarnations, perhaps it's because their circumstances dictate their perspectives, or perhaps it's due to different mindsets and aspirations, the differences are extraordinary.

The merger of the two is a good thing. Baiyue Jushi has been able to take a big step forward, and Xiang Yuan will not only not stop him, but will also take the initiative to help him.

Once the two are combined, which one is primary and which one is secondary?

If Baiyue Jushi has truly let go...

No, absolutely not!
Xiang Yuan refused from the bottom of his heart, sat down cross-legged, held Bai Yue Jushi in his arms, forcibly started dual cultivation of the primordial spirit, and forcefully inserted himself between the two Guanyin Bodhisattvas.

Invite me to play too!
When Xiang Yuan's spirit entered his body, he was surprised to discover that there really were benevolent bodhisattvas in the world who were willing to sacrifice themselves to help others.

Guanyin of the Divine Firmament Realm dispersed herself, and the sutra in her hand, the blue-gold lotus platform beneath her seat, and the golden wheel behind her transformed into butterflies inch by inch. Even the cinnabar between her eyebrows turned into a wisp of pure Buddhist power, which was poured into the consciousness of the White Moon Layman without reservation.

She gave everything to the Hermit of the White Moon, without reservation, and didn't care whether she would exist afterward.

Good man!
Xiang Yuan was moved for a short while before rolling his eyes.

The simple-minded Baiyue Jushi, unwilling for the Bodhisattva to dissipate, actually opened his primordial spirit to embrace all things, forcefully pulling back the Bodhisattva's will that was about to dissipate, merging it into himself like a treasure, so that although it had dissipated, it still existed.

How outdated!
They're willingly becoming fuel to help you achieve your rebirth; what's wrong with supporting them? Please respect other people's destinies!
Guanyin of the Divine Firmament Realm spoke of the boundless sea of ​​suffering and the shore of turning back, advising Baiyue Jushi to give up her pretty boy. Xiang Yuan, fearing that her will might affect Baiyue Jushi, held onto Baiyue Jushi's primordial spirit and refused to let go.

I also took stock of the newcomers.

Guanyin of the Divine Firmament Realm was naturally unwilling and rejected this worldly affair, but as she merged with Baiyue Jushi and her will also belonged to Baiyue Jushi, she was soon obediently examined by Xiang Yuan.

At this point, the two Guanyin Bodhisattvas were completely united as one.

There is no distinction between primary and secondary, only the White Moon Hermit.

In the Pure White Buddhist Kingdom, Guanyin of the Divine Firmament Realm no longer exists. Everything about her—the Prajna Sutra, her Thousand-Armed Form, and her wisdom—belongs to the White Moon Hermit.

Baiyue Jushi received an epic upgrade, opened her eyes and smiled slightly at Xiang Yuan: "Junior brother, don't worry, everything is fine, senior sister is still senior sister."

That smile instantly radiated brightness and purity.

Her face was like the autumn moon, as white and fair as snow; her eyes were like autumn water, clear and bottomless; her lips were like vermilion, naturally beautiful; her eyebrows were like ink paintings, slender and long, reaching her temples...

All of these are fine, just like before, only the temperament has changed a lot.

Her skin glowed with a warm, jade-like radiance, untouched by the mundane world; her deep eyes reflected the myriad aspects of life, embodying both compassion and wisdom; her smiling lips brought peace of mind, possessing both gentleness and an unyielding dignity.

Too holy!
Xiang Yuan stared longingly at Bai Yue Jushi in his arms, fearing that if he let go, the food in his belly would be wiped out.

Seeing Xiang Yuan's frightened expression, Baiyue Jushi felt heartbroken and comforted him, repeatedly stating that he was still himself and that the slight changes were due to his own enlightenment, not the influence of Guanyin from the Divine Firmament Realm.

Even if there is an impact, it's self-influence, not a change.

Her words make sense, but they are just empty words; she needs to provide evidence to prove that she hasn't changed.

Eloquence is useless, eloquence is useful!
Baiyue Jushi's lips twitched immediately, and he complained, "The Great Master is right. Junior Brother is only disturbing people's peace. Senior Sister should listen to her and let you go."

As she spoke, she gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, skillfully coiled it up, and slowly lowered her head.

"Wait a moment!"

Xiang Yuan pressed down on Bai Yue Jushi's shoulder and pointed to the light bulb behind her that hadn't yet gone out: "Senior Sister, you're wearing the wrong clothes."

“You didn’t wear the wrong clothes. Senior sister has already understood herself and can now take things on and let them go.”

"???"

What did she say to you?

A moment later, Layman Baiyue loosened his long, coiled hair and waved his hand, about to disperse the surrounding pure white Buddhist kingdom.

Xiang Yuan raised his hand and grasped her soft hand, his expression solemn. "Senior Sister, happiness has come too suddenly. I still can't quite believe it. What if you are Guanyin from the Divine Firmament Realm in disguise, and this act is meant to subdue demons and lower my guard? If I believe you, wouldn't I be harming the Heavenly God Realm? Don't you think so?"

Baiyue Jushi spat lightly, raised her hand and tapped Xiang Yuan's brow, both amused and annoyed: "Your junior brother, your wolfish ambitions are obvious. Facing your senior sister in white, do you really have no respect whatsoever?"

"Yes, but I'm not a piece of trash!" Xiang Yuan said confidently.

"..."

A single sentence brought Baiyue Jushi back to the past, and images of their acquaintance and friendship appeared before his eyes, causing a slight smile to appear on his lips.

She glanced outside the Buddhist kingdom and saw the group of people from the Purple Bamboo Forest eagerly awaiting her arrival, all filled with worry. Through telepathy, she gave Xiang Yuan a promise.

"Is Senior Sister really telling the truth?"

Xiang Yuan exclaimed in disbelief, not giving Bai Yue Jushi a chance to back out, and went straight to the next topic: "Senior Sister, are you and Guanyin of the Divine Firmament Realm the same person?"

"Yes."

Baiyue Jushi had no intention of hiding anything from Xiang Yuan. She recounted her connection with Guanyin of the Divine Firmament Realm, and how, with Guanyin's guidance, she gained enlightenment and realized that her white robes were not a coincidence, but rather a destiny predetermined in the past.

In other words, her destiny was already aligned with that of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Even if Sect Leader Jingyun hadn't asked the Heavenly Emperor for the position of Guanyin of the South Pole, this divine position could only belong to her.

Xiang Yuan nodded upon hearing this and muttered, "Damn riddle teller."

King Frieza must have known all along that whether he accepted Baiyue Jushi as a disciple or ascended to heaven with her, it was all to keep an eye on Guanyin Bodhisattva, lest she perish halfway through her journey before she could even understand herself.

“Junior brother, senior sister has realized her own limitations and is no longer bound by the laws and principles of the Heavenly God Realm. She no longer harbors any doubts.”

The White Moon Hermit dispersed the Pure White Buddhist Kingdom, transforming the Thousand-Hand Form into lotus petals and storing them in the lotus platform. His gaze pierced through the small grotto-heaven, looking towards the direction of the Heavenly Court: "In the conflict between the two realms, there is fear that countless lives will be lost in the lower realm. Senior Sister has heard too many voices and has no choice but to go now. Junior Brother, would you be willing to come with me?"

“Normally, I would have agreed, but not today. The two Heavenly Emperors are fighting, and I must go to Heaven.”

Xiang Yuan shook his head helplessly. If possible, he didn't want to get involved in the battle between the two Heavenly Emperors. With King Frieza around, no matter which Heavenly Emperor won, he could win along with them.

His ideals were lofty, but reality was far from what he expected. He had offended the Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor too badly, leaving him no choice but to loyally stand on the side of the shameless scoundrel.

Although he didn't understand what underhanded tricks the shameless scoundrel was playing, judging from the current situation, the impregnable defenses had been breached, the Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor had already reached the Heavenly Palace, and the shameless scoundrel was completely at a disadvantage. He had to go over and unleash a Chaos Light to give the shameless scoundrel a hand.

Baiyue Jushi nodded, took a step forward, mounted the Hou, and went down to the mortal world to relieve suffering and distress.

I brought Ji Muqing along so that she could also accumulate some merit.

Xiang Yuan was taken aback. He could ignore the ascension passage and enter and exit the upper and lower realms because of the jade belt around his waist. The White Moon Hermit did not have any treasures on his body other than himself...

"Damn it, the new version of Zhenwu Emperor still can't beat Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

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.

The Southern Heavenly Gate. Due to the impending Great Calamity of the Divine Firmament, the Heavenly Palace was in ruins, a scene of devastation and destruction.

The jade pillars are crumbling, the glazed tiles are shattered, and the once magnificent Heavenly Gate and Jade Steps are now riddled with cracks, with holes scattered throughout the sea of ​​clouds.

Absolutely a complete mess!

The fairy maiden fled in panic, clutching the broken jade bottle, while the strongman staggered among the rubble, pacing back and forth like an NPC, going around in circles.

Oh, they were just fake things created by the Heavenly Emperor, so calling them NPCs isn't wrong.

Xiang Yuan landed as a streak of black light, looked around, and didn't see the other group of NPCs. The usually majestic golden-armored generals were nowhere to be seen.

The Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor, through some unknown means, obtained the authority of the Heavenly Emperor of the Celestial Realm to govern the laws of Heaven, and forcibly wiped out all the soldiers and generals stationed in the Heavenly Court.

It wasn't about killing or sealing; it was about erasing all traces of its existence from its very source, even the golden-armored puppets in front of the Tushita Palace...

That's true.

Xiang Yuan had excellent eyesight; the heavy sea of ​​clouds could not block his view at all. Of all the Heavenly Palaces, the Tushita Palace was the quietest, just as it had been before.

It's like two NPC attendants; even though the Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor has already reached the Ninth Heaven, these two are still there feeding cows.

Xiang Yuan's eyes twitched as he watched. This stark contrast was a kind of perverse amusement, and he wondered which Heavenly Emperor Laozi was mocking.

After some thought, it seems that he mocked both Heavenly Emperors!

Even if the Heavenly Emperor were to fight, or even if the heavens were to collapse, the oxen still had to be fed.

"Fine, I'll do whatever I want, as long as he's happy."

As Xiang Yuan was muttering to himself, he saw the Tushita Palace shake violently. He didn't know if the pressure cooker used for alchemy had exploded or if some unfounded supernatural being had stormed into the alchemy room and overturned the Bagua Furnace. He saw the Six Ding Divine Fire flowing for thousands of miles from the furnace, and the golden liquid dripping down like a waterfall, burning through layers of clouds.

A heatwave swept through, and crimson clouds swirled in the sky, adding to the already dilapidated Heavenly Palace the ruthless cruelty of war.

Xiang Yuan: ()
Well, it's alright. He's quite reasonable. At least no furnace bricks fell into the lower realm and prematurely created a Flaming Mountain.

Xiang Yuan thought to himself, then dared not look any longer, transforming into a streak of black light and soaring straight into the ninth heaven.

The Heavenly Court is vast, far more than just a magnificent palace floating in the clouds. Its thirty-six heavens form a massive and complex celestial system, each with its own distinct story. Not only are they clearly defined, but each also possesses its own unique characteristics, inhabited by all sorts of deities.

The Celestial Realm also has thirty-six heavens, but because it's a makeshift operation, more than thirty of the thirty-six heavens are empty; it's purely for the sake of making up an auspicious number.

Moreover, the barriers between these thirty-six heavens are not strong, at least not enough to stop Xiang Yuan now. His gaze passed through the layers of clouds and he quickly found two dazzling imperial figures fighting in the Qingwei Heaven of the Jade Purity Realm on the thirty-fifth level.

This is not the Golden Armored Demon God or the Antarctic Longevity Emperor as before. The Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor himself has arrived. How could a minor figure like the Golden Armored Demon God possibly be present...?

They actually did it.

He lost; he was killed.

At the edge of the corner where the two imperial figures were fighting, Xiang Yuan saw the incomplete corpse of a three-legged golden crow.

Wings were broken, and divine blood dyed the sea of ​​clouds crimson.

Not far from the corpses, a weak figure with blood-stained clothes stood out.

The man held a broken sword, his hair disheveled, yet he still struggled to maintain a peaceful haven amidst the aftermath of the clash between the two emperors.

Being able to participate in a battle of this level, survive with serious injuries, and still be able to protect oneself is already proof of formidable strength.

Xiang Yuan secretly weighed the options. If he were in his current position and rashly joined the battle, he probably wouldn't do any better than this person.

The fact that such a powerful being in the Heavenly Court, and that she is a woman, makes her identity quite obvious.

Queen Mother of the West!

After acquiring the Journey to the West filming studio, the Heavenly Emperor immediately rubbed together three powerful figures: the Queen Mother of the West, the Buddha of the West, and Laozi.

Laozi goes without saying; the moment he was created, he was instantly supermodel-worthy, and the Heavenly Emperor turned a blind eye to it, completely powerless against him.

At this moment, the Buddha of the West is confronting the Buddha of the Divine Firmament Realm on Mount Ling. Whether the Buddha also has reincarnation, and whether he will suddenly merge with Guanyin Bodhisattva during the fight, Xiang Yuan does not know, because he is not familiar with him and is too lazy to care.

The Queen Mother of the West, with her phoenix hairpin askew, her flowing robes stained with blood, and bloodstains at the corners of her mouth like red plum blossoms, formed a stark contrast with her pale face. She struggled to survive in the cracks, and even in her disheveled state, she retained the dignified demeanor of a mother of the three realms.

Xiang Yuan saw it clearly: the Queen Mother wasn't trying to survive in such a predicament, nor did she want to. Rather, the two Heavenly Emperors were unleashing their full power, causing the entire Qingwei Heaven space to spiral out of control, leaving her with no way to escape. She couldn't run away even if she wanted to.

The only way is to maintain the dignity of the empress, so that she can die with some respectability.

Seeing the Queen Mother of the West, who was severely injured and powerless to resist, Xiang Yuan had an idea. He wondered if he should be loyal and earn a reward for protecting her.

No matter how you look at it, this one has a clearly marked price tag—I mean, the rightful Mother of the Three Realms. She's done a good job protecting me today; if she commits any grave mistakes in the future, Your Majesty can help by blowing on her pillow and whipping her…

Oh, a tool created by the Heavenly Emperor, probably can't feel the effects of the pillow whip.

Never mind then!
This merit of protecting the emperor is not worth having.

Xiang Yuan fixed his gaze on the battle high above, slowly ascending in the realm of Daoist naturalness. He traversed three heavens, lying in wait in the grass, patiently waiting for the Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor to reveal a weakness, and then unleashed a burst of chaotic light from behind.

Since you enjoy plagiarism so much, I'll give you another stab in the back!

Xiang Yuan was well aware that the gap between himself and the Heavenly Emperor was like that between the True Martial Emperor and the secretary on his desk. Apart from the chaotic light between his eyebrows, all his other abilities were as laughable as a child's in front of the Heavenly Emperor.

This is also why he didn't go to save the Queen Mother of the West. Saving a mere tool would expose his whereabouts and cause him to miss a golden opportunity to stab her in the back, which would be too much of a loss.

Not to mention Xiang Yuan patiently lay low, waiting for an opportunity, the shameless Heavenly Emperor, having been beaten down to the thirty-fifth heaven by the Nine-Finger Heavenly Emperor, had no way out and went berserk, roaring repeatedly.

"Why are you here? This isn't what we agreed on..."

Beneath the golden mask of the Heavenly Emperor, his eyes were bloodshot with rage. He had not expected the Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor to appear here, nor did he understand why the other party possessed such terrifying strength, able to unleash power far greater than his own in the Heavenly Realm.

This is nothing like the Heavenly Emperor!
“False Emperor, you should know in your heart how I came to be here and how I obtained the Heavenly Dao of this world.”

The Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor wore no golden armor. He was extremely handsome, with sharp, chiseled eyebrows, as fierce as the edge of a sword, and eyes as deep as the heavens, containing endless starlight. He had a high nose, thin lips, and a jawline as hard as if carved by an axe. His entire face exuded an unyielding domineering aura.

What is most awe-inspiring is his aura; wherever his gaze falls, all paths submit. He possesses the bearing of a Heavenly Emperor, with an aura that suppresses all ages.

He merely stood there, yet the laws of Heaven twisted, and the River of Time in the Pure and Subtle Heaven yielded.

The severed finger on his right hand was entwined with chaotic energy, sometimes transforming into a dragon shape, sometimes condensing into chains. The mutilated limbs did not appear weak or pathetic, but rather added a touch of awe-inspiring majesty that was difficult to look directly at.

Despite their strikingly similar faces, some Heavenly Emperors exude an undeniable kingly dominance with a mere furrow of their brows, while others, like those on a dilapidated boat, are only fit to have an "eight" mark on their foreheads and then be subjected to the continued contempt of their disciples.

Ji Wuzhou: (_)
The Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor brushed his hand over the severed finger and said coldly, "You have allies, and so do I. It's quite a coincidence that your ally is on my side!"

Rumble!
Leaving aside the Heavenly Emperor, who had already guessed the truth but refused to accept reality, Xiang Yuan was completely distraught.

Frieza has actually sided with Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor...

Just because he wants to marry you and make you the Queen Mother of the West?

No, Your Majesty, you are so noble and great, but your disciple has cut off one of the Heavenly Emperor's fingers, crippling him. This is such a huge grudge, what am I supposed to do?

"Calm down, don't panic. Don't try to guess the riddle teller's true intentions until the very last step."

Xiang Yuan took a deep breath. The King is unfathomable and is definitely not an ordinary traitor or collaborator. Such a low-level trick does not fit the King's unfathomable persona.

There must be a twist!

Xiang Yuan looked up at the distant sky with teary eyes, silently praying to the heavens above that the king's schemes were definitely not limited to this. For example, the jade belt around his waist had not been taken back yet, which must have a reason.

Yes, Your Majesty's move is called "driving away wolves and tigers," letting the two Heavenly Emperors fight until their brains are fried, then stepping in to clean up the mess, and finally stepping on the corpses of the two Heavenly Emperors to merge the Heavenly God Realm and the Divine Firmament Realm into one, and supporting your most precious disciple to become the Heavenly Emperor.

That's right, that's it!
If he could see the two Heavenly Emperors perish together, he would be happy to become the new Heavenly Emperor!

Amidst the silent prayers reaching into the distance, the sky suddenly changed.

In the void above the Pure Heaven, in the thirty-sixth heaven known as the Great Luo Heaven, the most mysterious place in the Celestial Realm, ripples suddenly appeared visible to the naked eye. The principles of Heaven's Dao, like ink drops falling into water, spread across the sky, instantly transforming into a chaotic curtain that blotted out the sun.

Beyond the chaotic sky, another heaven beyond heaven appeared.

This is the thirty-sixth heaven of the Divine Firmament Realm!
Great Luo Heaven!
The Celestial Realm and the Divine Firmament Realm came into contact at this moment. The Heavenly Emperor, who had been furious just moments before, was now laughing heartily, his previous dejected expression gone.

"You false emperor, take a good look. My allies have always been my allies. I only used a little trick to get you out of the false heavenly realm!"

"..."

The Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor remained silent, his face extremely gloomy.

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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