The author of the book "The Book of the Dead"

Chapter 263 Five Hundred Years Later, the Dust Settles
Within the Heaven of Separation from Hatred, spiritual energy abounds, and mist rises and billows.

The void faintly revealed a spiritual light, and the seven-colored light symbolized the essence of heaven and earth.

Above the coffin was a snow-white phantom of spiritual energy, shaped like a silkworm cocoon.

Liang Yue's body lay rotting in the coffin, while his soul was undergoing the Taiyin Refinement within the silkworm cocoon.

Taiyi guards the corpse, Taiyin refines the form.

This is the Great Dao of Corpse Dissolution and Immortality.

According to the conditions for rebirth through corpse liberation in the ninth life, Liang Yue needs to undergo corpse liberation and body refinement for at least five hundred years before he can complete the final corpse liberation and reach the Immortal Emperor realm of the Golden Immortal.

Above the silkworm cocoon, the faint shadow of a primordial peach tree could be seen.

The essence of countless peaches poured in like leaping fish.

The sheer volume of throughput is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

It's estimated that even the real Queen Mother of the West never ate so many peaches, since she didn't have the essence of these demonic beasts to transform into peaches of immortality.

Time passes gradually.

Two hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

People flocked to the Yao Ji Dojo on Chunyang Mountain in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

River God and City God, scattered immortals and officials, come and go, their escape lights flashing swiftly.

The Daoist sects of the Three Realms have maintained their system of ranking among the immortals for many years, with over ten million cultivators. They have strict laws and regulations, forming a vast Heavenly Court system.

The Heavenly Court is headed by the Five Heavenly Emperors and honored with the Eastern King Duke as its master.

The Five Heavenly Emperors are primarily known by their Taoist titles, and their cultivation levels are generally at the Yang God level. In reality, they are figures like Lü Dongbin, Emperor Shun, and Chen Tuan. Over the centuries, most people are unaware of their real names, only knowing their current titles.

The sacred land of Yaochi is inhabited by the ancient goddess Yaoji, a former maidservant of the Queen Mother of the West, who has now switched allegiance and become a subordinate of Liang Yue.

After Liang Yue went into seclusion, Yao Ji stayed here and joined the Daoist sect of the Three Realms, becoming a member of the sect with the Daoist title of Taiyin Xingjun.

On this day, white clouds formed a sea, the sun shone brightly in the sky, and golden light spilled onto the rooftops, turning the palace with its red walls and yellow tiles into a golden hue.

Beside the blazing sun, a clear, bright moon faintly appears.

Whizzing!

Several golden streaks of light descended from the sky, stopping beside the bright moon to reveal the figures of three human cultivators in tall hats and wide belts.

The cultivators, with solemn expressions, respectfully bowed to the bright moon in the sky and said, "Disciples pay respects to the Moon Goddess."

As soon as the words were spoken, the bright moon in the void emitted a warm, azure light, which gathered into a beautiful woman with a faint crescent moon between her brows and clothes that resembled colorful clouds in the sky. It turned out that the bright moon in the sky was actually the magical body of Yao Ji.

"What brings you here?" Yao Ji's voice was ethereal, seemingly close yet far away.

"The Pure Yang Dao Ancestor dispatched me to inquire about the Jade Emperor's whereabouts."

The Heavenly Emperor went into seclusion for two hundred years, and some newly initiated cultivators only knew his name but never saw him in person.

This time, Lü Dongbin sent people not only to inquire about Liang Yue's recent situation, but also because Yao Ji seemed to have sensed something in light of the recent strange changes in the world.

"I'm sorry, I don't know where Zu is." Yao Ji shook her head helplessly.

"I apologize for disturbing you, Star Lord. I will return to report now."

"Walk slowly."

After dismissing everyone, Yao Ji did not restore her Dharma body to breathe in the light of the sun and moon. Instead, she looked worriedly into the endless void.

Even in broad daylight, stars twinkle in the boundless night sky.

These stars that outshine the sun are not celestial bodies, but rather the sacred sites of powerful deities.

The temple is about to be established, which causes changes in the celestial phenomena.

The Taoist sect once attempted to subdue demons in the outer realms ahead of time, but upon arriving there, they discovered that the place of light was not their Taoist temple. The starlight in the sky was merely a manifestation of the interaction between heaven and earth, and the true Taoist temple was nowhere to be found.

"Humanity is in grave danger."

In the Taoist temple of the Three Realms, Emperor Yao, Emperor Shun, and the core disciples of the Taoist sect looked up at the void.

Lu Dongbin was dressed in white robes, with twelve halos behind his head, symbolizing twelve kinds of sword energy.

While everyone else felt the crisis and frowned in worry, Lü Dongbin appeared calm and unconcerned.

"It's better to rely on yourself than to ask others for help. Instead of troubling the Dao Ancestor, we should fight a war to establish our authority ourselves. Do you think we, with 18 million cultivators in the Three Realms, are afraid of mere demons and monsters?"

After hundreds of years of development, the human race, which was ahead of the curve, has become the strongest force, and many demons have also submitted to the human race.

But Lü Dongbin knew that these demons would never acknowledge the human race. At this stage, they were only temporarily subjugating. In their hearts, there would always be a master—their slumbering god.

Only by standing upright and honest and defeating the gods in their hearts can the human race truly become the crown of creation.

"Haha, Chunyang is absolutely right. I will be the first to act then," Emperor Yao laughed.

All these years of struggle, haven't they all been for this final battle?
It's just a life; at worst, I can donate it.

Wow!
The sea of ​​clouds churned, the atmosphere was eerie, and yet another boundless sun rose.

This created a situation where two suns were in the sky.

"not good!"

Everyone's expression changed, and they all summoned their magical artifacts and flew into the sky.

Two suns in the sky—no one in the Taoist world has such an ability.

The only possibility was that demons had made their move. Just as everyone was about to enter battle mode, a man's voice came from the great sun in the sky.

"Fellow Daoists, please do not make a move. I am Dongjun, an envoy sent by the Dao Ancestor."

As soon as he finished speaking, a jade pendant engraved with Liang Yue's true energy fell from the sky.

The sun in the void disappeared, and in its place appeared a gentle and refined gentleman riding a candle dragon. The moment they saw the gentleman, everyone's eyes were filled with golden light, as if they were facing the sun directly.

Dongjun kept his promise and went to the Three Realms Daoist Sect to support everyone.

"When will the Dao Ancestor emerge from seclusion?" Lü Dongbin asked.

The last time Lü Dongbin saw Master Liang Yue was inside the Gate of Taiyi. Now that the Gate of Taiyi has disappeared, Lü Dongbin has no idea where Liang Yue is.

"The Patriarch will emerge from seclusion in three hundred years. Before he went into seclusion, he instructed me to come here to help."

Everyone finally realized that the patriarch would not be returning anytime soon.

"Welcome, fellow Daoist, to the Daoist Temple." Lü Dongbin accepted the jade token and stepped forward to greet him.

In the days that followed, Dongjun was appointed as the Sun Star Lord, and together with the Moon Star Lord, he was responsible for the cycle of the sun and moon.

One hundred years later.

boom!
The earth cracked, and the sky divided.

Crimson light dyed the vast starry sky red, and countless ancient, slumbering demons were born.

The demonic energy surged, dividing the sky into two colors: red and gold.

"Hehehe, I've finally come out."

Beneath the crimson sky stood a strange beast tens of thousands of feet tall, shaped like a yellow cloth bag, red like a ball of fire, with six legs and four wings.

This is Dijiang.

The golden figure on the other side is a three-legged giant bird, which is Di Jun.

This is the most powerful god in the world today.

The Daoist sects of the Three Realms have gathered twenty million cultivators.

Emperor Ku spoke coldly, summoning a chessboard.

In an instant, everything in the world lost its color, the stars shone brightly, and day turned into night.

"Suffer death!!"

Lü Dongbin unleashed the divine sword that could cleave through the three realms.

"It's all in vain."

The two Heavenly Emperor-level powerhouses exchanged a smile and tacitly agreed to deal with the human race first.

Countless years ago, if it weren't for the humans' sneak attack on them...

"Let's make our move and show the future human race the martial prowess of innate beings."

Wow!
The Heavenly Emperor, who has mastered the laws, has made his move.

This battle lasted for sixty years, much to the surprise of the demons.

Humanity's foundation was insufficient, and masters such as Lü Dongbin, Emperor Yao, and Emperor Shun perished one after another.

The battle situation changed from a stalemate to the human race engaging in guerrilla warfare on all sides.

"The army is ready."

Chunyang Mountain reeks of fish and mutton, and Dijiang makes a bold statement.

it's all over…….

(End of this chapter)