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Chapter 491 Dao Ran's Disciple-Grandson; The Grass-Headed God is Too Grass-Headed!

Brahma, the Great Universe.

On the Lotus Platform of Creation.

The Creator God, Brahma, was watching with great interest a little girl holding a lotus lantern with a devout expression from a distant time and space.

"The genie?"

Brahma repeated the name, which was both unfamiliar and novel to him, in a voice only he could hear.

"Interesting, interesting."

"I wield the power of creation, and have lived through countless years, having held numerous titles."

"The creator god, the lord of all things, one with Brahman..."

"But this is the first time I've ever heard of the name 'Genius'."

"When did I become a genie?"

After a brief period of bewilderment and novelty, Brahma's vast, universe-like wisdom began to operate rapidly.

His gaze pierced through the layers of barriers formed by the innate, indestructible spiritual light of the Lotus Lantern, directly discerning its core essence.

There, He saw an extremely faint yet ingenious summoning mark.

That mark did not point to the original spirit of the Lotus Lantern, but rather, in an inconceivable way, almost like the "Dao," it crossed the endless chaotic sea and precisely pointed to himself, the [Creation Demon God].

"I see……"

Brahma instantly understood the key to it.

This is another being of the same level, who, in a way that even He could not perceive, silently established a causal bridge between Himself and that lamp.

The other party's purpose seems to be simply to watch a good show.

Brahma revealed a thoughtful expression.

He was not angered by this.

For beings at their level, such a good-natured joke is a welcome diversion.

He focused more of his attention on the little girl who was calling out to him with anticipation.

"Her wish is..."

Brahma carefully sensed that pure and immense power of will.

"Based on chaos and guided by creation, create a brand new spiritual root that exists between 'existence' and 'non-existence,' transcending the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements—the [Chaotic Spiritual Root]?"

"Furthermore, her initial intention in making this wish was not to satisfy her own selfish desires, but to use this method to open up a completely new path of cultivation leading to the Great Dao for all living beings in that world?"

"Hehe, that's a pretty good idea."

A smile of approval appeared on Brahma's face.

This wish, grand and compassionate, is in accordance with His way of creation.

So, should we respond to her?

[Creation God] Brahma was caught in a dilemma.

The wish itself is good, full of kindness and innovation.

Using his own abilities to help this beautiful and adorable little girl realize her wish was nothing more than a convenient favor.

but……

His gaze, through the hazy protective immortal light surrounding Yang Chan, revealed the complex and powerful causal threads connecting her to the outside world.

The most obvious one of them points directly towards the Tai Su Tian Nu Palace.

"Judging from this, the other party must be a being from the Primordial True Realm, right?"

"Moreover, she also carries the aura of that Nuwa guy."

"If I answer her call and interfere in the affairs of the primordial world, will it bring unnecessary trouble to myself and to this universe?"

A demon god who was known for his love of peace and non-contention since the chaotic era.

Brahma's greatest wish is to stay peacefully in his own universe, planting flowers and tending to grass, occasionally deducing the Great Dao, without wanting to be tainted by any unnecessary karma.

Especially the cause and effect related to that primordial land of right and wrong.

"Hehe, fellow Daoist, why bother with such a dilemma?"

Just as Brahma was hesitating, a gentle, warm voice, full of life, suddenly rang out beside him.

Beside the lotus platform, another majestic figure slowly emerged from the void.

The figure was entirely a dreamlike azure blue, and it had four arms, holding a wheel, a conch shell, a vajra, and a lotus flower respectively. Its expression was serene and compassionate.

With each breath He takes, the life laws of the entire Brahma universe become more active and stable.

Vishnu, the Demon God of Life, appeared and shook his head with a smile as he looked at Brahma's conflicted expression.

"Fellow Daoist, it seems you've really been staying at home for too long, and your brain is almost unable to function properly."

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the primordial world far beyond the reach of time and space, saying in a relaxed tone, "Things are very different now."

"After Pangu separated heaven and earth, the way things were played in the entire Chaos Sea was very different from that in the Chaos Era."

He patiently explained, "Think about it carefully."

"In the chaotic era, the Creation God was the Creation God, unique and representing a complete Great Dao Law."

"And what about during this Pangu era?"

"The Creation Demon God is still the Creation Demon God. This is your foundation, your origin."

"However, 'Brahma,' the title of the creator god, is your 'identity' in this universe."

"And the 'genie' that the little girl mentioned can also become a brand new 'identity' for you when you travel to other worlds."

"Origin, True Form, Incarnation".

“These three can be independent of each other and can coexist without conflict.”

A wise smile appeared on Vishnu's face.

"Think about it, even if that incarnation of the 'Genius of the Lamp' causes some big trouble in the primordial world, what does it have to do with you, Brahma, the peaceful creator god who stays peacefully in the Brahma universe?"

Vishnu's words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly piercing the fog in Brahma's heart.

Upon hearing this, Brahma was taken aback at first, then smiled broadly, and the entire universe seemed to become brighter because of his smile.

"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist's words are very reasonable! Very reasonable indeed!"

"I was attached to appearances, I was attached to appearances!"

Having said that, Brahma no longer hesitated in the slightest.

His majestic appearance changed instantly.

He originally had only one face, but it was transformed into four, each representing a different aspect of His divinity.

Among them, the aspect representing kindness, compassion, and creation slowly detached itself from His image.

That face transformed into a wisp of warm green smoke, carrying no trace of the original aura of the [Creation Demon God], and drifted into the causal bridge established by the [Great Power of the Other Shore].

This was a formal response to that sincere and pure request from a distant world.

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The Great World of Spiritual Roots.

"Really... there really is a genie?" Yang Chan stared wide-eyed at the unbelievable scene unfolding before her.

Just after she finished wiping the Lotus Lantern for the third time and called out with anticipation.

The lotus lantern in her hand actually emitted an unprecedented, dazzling, and boundless radiance!

The radiance was gentle and not dazzling, filled with the breath of creation.

In the radiance, a kind and gentle figure slowly materialized from nothingness and walked towards her step by step.

He was an old man who looked like a hermit, with white hair and beard.

He wore a simple white robe, with a warm smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with endless wisdom and compassion.

"Yes, kid."

"I heard your call, I am the genie."

Amidst boundless radiance, the genie, an incarnation of Brahma, smiled and spoke.

His voice carries a power that instills trust and reassurance in people involuntarily.

Behind that dazzling brilliance lies a corner that no one can see.

The original spirit of the Lotus Lantern, a small, exquisitely crafted fairy boy dressed in a seven-colored robe, was now looking bewildered at the tall figure that had suddenly appeared, blocking his way and stealing all his spotlight.

【No...who the hell are you? This is my house! I'm the one who...waaaaaah~~~】

The spirit child was about to rush out and question the origins of this uninvited guest.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he found himself completely silenced by an irresistible, higher-level law of creation.

He could only stare wide-eyed and gesticulate wildly to express his anger and confusion.

Seeing the spirit behind him jumping around excitedly, Brahma kindly separated a wisp of his divine thought and sent it directly into the spirit's sea of ​​consciousness.

Fellow Daoist, do not be anxious, do not panic.

[This humble Taoist has no ill intentions; it's just that I haven't ventured out into the world for a long time, and on a whim, I wanted to experience the novel lifestyle of the 'Great Luo of the Artifact Path.']

Therefore, I need to trouble you temporarily to use this 'home' of yours.

As he spoke, Brahma very "thoughtfully" conjured a profound scripture that shimmered with the divine light of the Great Dao and handed it to the still dazed little spirit child.

This is a volume titled "The Great Art of Substitute Literature," created by this humble Taoist priest in his spare time.

【Fellow Daoist, once you've learned this, you can go to my world, choose any identity you like, and do whatever you want. I'll bear all the consequences for you. What do you say?】

The spirit child stared blankly as he accepted the scroll of scripture.

With just a slight sweep of his divine sense, he was deeply attracted by the profound truth contained within it: "As long as I have enough disguises, karma can't catch up with me."

Then, he raised his head and looked at Brahma.

The anger in his eyes had long since vanished.

Fellow Daoist, since you're being so generous, what more can I say?

You're right, experiencing life is the most important thing! You can stay here.

Thus, the Creator God Brahma and the spirit of the Lotus Lantern happily reached a secret agreement to "exchange lives".

Unaware of the truth, Yang Chan was now obediently tilting her little face up, telling the kind and gentle "genie" grandfather in front of her in detail about her grand wish.

Brahma listened with a gentle smile, occasionally nodding lovingly.

After Yang Chan finished speaking, he stroked his long, snow-white beard and laughed, "Hehe, I see."

"What's so difficult about this?"

“Come, children, I will teach you how to do it.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Chan cheered and jumped for joy, leaping three feet high on the spot.

"That's wonderful! Thank you, Grandpa Genie! You're such a kind person!"

Ling Zhuzi, standing to the side, was also extremely excited. He rubbed his hands together, smiling and urging, "Then what are we waiting for?"

"Genius, let's begin!"

In the following period, Brahma, the "genius of the lamp," personally came down to provide guidance.

The implementation of the [Chaotic Spiritual Root], which was originally just a conceptual prototype, became smoother than ever before.

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Through the joint efforts of many powerful beings in the Spirit Root Great World, a complete and systematic Spirit Root Great Dao was imprinted in the void.

Furthermore, this law began to radiate and spread from the Spirit Root Great World as its center to all the heavens and myriad realms, and to countless times and spaces.

Through the ceaseless flow of time and space, all the great beings in the hall could be clearly seen.

In countless different worlds, countless beings who were originally destined to be barred from the path of immortality, through a series of coincidences, developed a wondrous resonance with a certain spiritual root in the world.

Thus, he condensed his own "spiritual root" within his body and embarked on a completely new path of cultivation.

Upon witnessing this scene, all the powerful beings with spiritual roots who participated in the meeting emitted heartfelt waves of joy and jubilation.

"It worked! We succeeded!"

"From now on, our spiritual root lineage will have a new cultivation system of our own!"

The most direct beneficiaries of this spiritual root conference are, of course, the countless spiritual roots and all living beings in the boundless space and time.

Among these powerful beings with spiritual roots, the happiest was undoubtedly Chishongzi, the Five-Needle Pine.

He was wearing an extremely radiant smile at that moment.

"Hahaha! After the Spirit Root Path is promoted, won't I, Chishongzi, be able to lie at home every day, do nothing, and still have my cultivation level rise by leaps and bounds?"

"Beautiful! Absolutely stunning!"

This is not his delusion.

Although the newly born path of spiritual roots is diverse, its most basic and core five cornerstones are the [Five Elements Spiritual Roots].

Whether viewed from the perspective of Chishongzi's predecessor, the "Five Elements Demon God" who wielded the chaotic five elements laws, or from the perspective of his current form, the "Five-Needle Pine" that embodies the essence of the innate five elements.

This brand-new spiritual root path is perfectly suited to him.

It is foreseeable that, given time, as more and more beings embark on this path of spiritual root cultivation, and rise up relying on the five basic spiritual roots, the number of powerful beings who will eventually attain the Great Luo realm will inevitably increase.

At that time, as the source of the Five Elements, he might be able to use this massive torrent of fortune to condense a new Primordial Dao Fruit.

And apart from Chishongzi, who is a potential "biggest winner".

Shennong and Zhen Yuanzi were also extremely happy.

The former is pleased that from now on, those born later in life, including all living beings, will have another cultivation method to choose from.

This means that they have an additional hope of defying fate and pursuing the Great Dao.

As the second sovereign of humanity, how could he not feel genuinely happy to have personally secured such a great blessing for all human beings?
Zhen Yuanzi was pleased that his "Civil Engineering Avenue" had once again ushered in a brand new direction for development.

As the ancestor of all earth immortals, his Dao is inextricably linked to the earth and the plants.

The birth of the Spirit Root Path has undoubtedly added a brand new possibility to his path of cultivation.

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The affairs of the Spirit Root Great World have come to an end with the successful establishment of a brand-new cultivation system, which has been imprinted in the void of heaven and earth.

After receiving the most sincere thanks and respect from all the powerful beings, the [Great Power of the Other Shore] who was in charge of everything silently disappeared into the chaos and nothingness, as if it had never existed.

Meanwhile, deep within the Jade Void Palace in the Kunlun Sacred Realm.

Xuan Qing, who had been sitting quietly on the cloud bed with his eyes closed, lost in thought, slowly opened his eyes.

"If I do the math, Yang Jian has been on the mountain for ten years now."

"Ten years of proper education have come to an end; it's time to guide this child onto the right path."

He muttered something to himself and turned his gaze to the vast training ground outside the Jade Void Palace.

On the training ground, a tall, handsome young man was tirelessly cultivating his Taoist magic.

Ten years have passed since Yang Jian became a disciple of the Chan Sect.

In the blessed land of Kunlun Mountain, under the meticulous guidance of numerous senior and junior masters, coupled with Yang Jian's own extraordinary talent and unwavering perseverance, he was able to achieve great things.

He is no longer the ignorant child who first arrived in Kunlun.

His cultivation had already broken through the shackles of the mortal realm, and he had firmly stepped into the ranks of immortals.

The three-pointed double-edged halberd in his hand had long been refined to the point that he could use it as if it were his own arm, and it moved with great force.

Xuanqing watched quietly for a while.

At this moment, Yang Jian was cultivating to a crucial point.

His eyes widened, he muttered incantations, and then suddenly slammed the three-pointed double-edged halberd in his hand into the ground!
"Spreading beans makes an army!"

With a low shout, he scattered a handful of golden Senzu Beans from his sleeve onto the ground.

Amidst the flashes of golden light, the magic beans, carried by the wind, instantly transformed into hundreds of Yellow Turban warriors clad in armor and wielding swords and spears.

These Yellow Turban warriors, each with a deep and focused aura and lifeless eyes, moved somewhat stiffly, yet the magical energy emanating from their bodies was comparable to that of ordinary Qi cultivators.

Yang Jian looked at his masterpiece and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

This art of turning beans into soldiers was a basic Taoist technique he learned from his master, the Jade Cauldron Immortal. After decades of hard practice, he has now achieved some success.

"Not bad."

Just then, a voice, tinged with approval yet sounding somewhat elusive, suddenly rang out behind him.

"The form is there, and the spirit is there too."

"But... both the quantity and quality are still a bit lacking."

Yang Jian was startled and turned around abruptly.

A Taoist priest dressed in a simple blue robe, with an indistinct face, who looked unremarkable yet unfathomable, stood smiling not far behind him.

The moment Yang Jian saw who it was, the slight smugness on his face vanished without a trace.

He quickly withdrew his supernatural powers and bowed.

"Grand-disciple Yang Jian pays respects to Grandmaster!"

Xuan Qing smiled and waved his hand, and a gentle force lifted Yang Jian up.

"No need for formalities, no need for formalities."

His gaze fell on the Yellow Turban warriors who had not yet disappeared, and he asked with great interest, "What you just used was the technique of turning beans into soldiers?"

Yang Jian quickly and respectfully replied, "Reporting to Grandmaster, it is indeed this technique."

"I am a foolish disciple. To date, I can only conjure up a little over a hundred strongmen, and their combat strength is weak and they are of little use. I am sorry to have made my master laugh at me."

After listening, Xuan Qing shook his head, a mysterious smile on his face.

"Who said it's useless?"

He walked slowly to Yang Jian's side, patted him on the shoulder, and looked as if he was about to impart a secret to him.

“Grand-disciple, you must know that the path of cultivation is ever-changing and cannot be bound by conventional wisdom.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's eyes showed a look of confusion.

"Please enlighten me, Grandmaster."

Xuan Qing cleared his throat, then lowered his voice and said in an extremely serious yet somewhat strange tone, "For example..."

"Have you ever thought about not scattering beans?"

"what?"

Yang Jian was completely stunned.

If you don't scatter beans, can you still call it "scattering beans to create soldiers"?

Seeing Yang Jian's adorable, bewildered expression, Xuan Qing's smile deepened.

"For example, we can sprinkle something else."

He slowly began to rummage through the sleeves of his wide Taoist robe.

A moment later, he pulled out... a clump of seemingly ordinary wild grass.

He handed the tuft of wild grass to Yang Jian and said in a serious tone, "Here, try it, use this."

Yang Jian:"……"

He was emotionally devastated.

Is this his grandmaster?

This is the supreme and majestic sage of the Chan sect, who sits high in the heavens, overlooking all living beings, whose words are law and whose authority is unmatched.
Why does it feel like... something's off about the art style?

However, facing his master's "kind and approachable" gaze, Yang Jian dared not disobey in the slightest.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept the clump of wild grass.

"Grandmaster... this... is this really going to work?"

"Whether it works or not, you'll know once you try it."

Xuanqing patted him on the back encouragingly.

Yang Jian took a deep breath and, with some skepticism, channeled his magical power into the clump of wild grass in his hand.

Then, mimicking what he had just done, he suddenly scattered the clump of weeds onto the open ground!
"Grass...grass heads becoming gods?"

He himself didn't know what he was shouting anymore.

Contrary to his expectations, the ordinary wild grasses did not remain unresponsive when they touched the ground.

Instead, it emitted a blue divine light that was hundreds of times more dazzling than those fairy beans from before!

Amidst the divine light, figures began to rise from the ground in an extremely "arrogant" manner!

This time, it wasn't those dull-witted Yellow Turban warriors who appeared.

Instead, they were a group of strangely shaped, seemingly unorthodox "grass-headed gods"!
Some grass-headed gods have huge heads of foxtail grass on their heads, and two thin grass stems as legs. They walk with a swaying gait, humming an unknown tune.

Some of the grass-headed gods are covered in dandelion fluff all over their bodies. When a gust of wind blows, their bodies explode instantly, turning into a sky full of white fluff, which then recombine in a short distance away, with an "excited" expression on their faces.

Some of these "grass god" figures are simply mobile clover plants with a large "lucky" halo above their heads, walking around and peddling so-called "lucky charms" to passing ants.

Even more outrageous is that there are as many as 3,200 of these grass-root gods!

Moreover, each of them actually possesses an independent consciousness!
Their chatter and noise instantly transformed the solemn and dignified martial arts arena into a bustling market.

"Hey! Hey buddy over there, don't push! You're stepping on my foot!"

"Look, look! Isn't that the big shot who summoned us? He's quite handsome!"

"Big boss! Big boss! Please give me some magical power to help me! My newly formed body is a bit malnourished!"

Yang Jian stared blankly at the chaotic scene before him, a veritable "parade of a hundred ghosts," completely petrified on the spot.

His mind was blank.

who am I?
where am I?
What did I just do?
Seeing Yang Jian's utterly humiliated expression, Xuan Qing finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He stepped forward and patted his grand-disciple's stiff shoulder heavily.

"How about it?"

"Isn't it awesome?"

Yang Jian nodded mechanically.

Great.

It's amazing.

It was so impressive that it was completely beyond his comprehension.

Xuan Qing looked at the grass-headed gods who were still lively and energetic, and had even started to gather in groups of three or five to play leaf cards, and nodded in satisfaction.

He earnestly instructed Yang Jian, "Grand-disciple, you must remember this."

"There are three thousand great paths, and every one of them can lead to enlightenment."

"The same applies to magic and supernatural powers."

"The key is not the value of the spell itself, but whether the person using it has the courage to break the rules and 'do something different'."

"look."

He pointed casually.

The grass-headed god with a head of foxtail grass was shaking his big head and performing a set of seemingly chaotic but strangely rhythmic "Mad Dog Eighteen Shakes" staff techniques, smashing a huge martial arts stone into pieces.

"Isn't this fighting power a hundred times stronger than your dull-witted Yellow Turban warriors?"

He then pointed to the grass-headed god covered in dandelions.

"Look at him, he's unpredictable, his presence and absence are unpredictable. If you used him to gather intelligence, to carry out infiltration or assassination, wouldn't he be more useful than any invisibility technique?"

Finally, he pointed to the clover that was selling "lucky charms".

"And then there's him. Don't let his seemingly weak fighting ability fool you; he carries with him the ethereal power of 'luck'."

"If we keep him by our side, we might find magical treasures when we go out, or encounter opportunities while walking. Isn't that a more powerful 'combat force'?"

Yang Jian felt as if a completely new door had been opened in his previously rigid mind.

So... cultivation can be like this?
He looked at the three thousand two hundred grass-root gods in front of him, who, though unconventional, were all full of energy and "personality".

Then he thought about the monotonous, lifeless Yellow Turban warriors he had summoned before.

He seems to have... realized something.

"Understood?"

Xuan Qing nodded slightly and said, "Now that you understand, let's have a more advanced version of the Grass God."

"There's an advanced version too?" Yang Jian asked curiously.

"Of course."

Xuanqing said, "Techniques have no fixed form, and spirit has no fixed shape."

"Golden beans can transform into soldiers, weeds can transform into soldiers, so can your grass-headed gods be replaced with something else?"

"For example, we could seek cooperation with a celestial being who cultivates the Great Dao of Civil Engineering."

"For example, to form a contract with some innate or acquired spiritual roots."

"Earth Immortal? Spiritual Root?"

Yang Jian stared blankly for a moment, then stammered, "Will this... will this work?"

Xuanqing smiled and said, "Why not?"

"Aren't these all just grass roots?"

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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