Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 157: The Candidate for the God

"Amitabha, the Demon Lord is using this method to help Northern Liang defeat Zhou. Why can't we return the favor in the same way?" Huikong said with a compassionate look on his face, clasping his hands together. "The other sects of the Demonic Path don't want to join the war. They're just following the Demon Lord and using his power to bully others."

"They also don't want to suffer too much loss themselves. Therefore, I believe that as long as we help the Great Zhou unify the four directions and thwart the Demon Lord's conspiracy, then the Demon Lord will be deserted by his friends and relatives, and all problems will naturally be solved. What do you think?"

Everyone couldn't help but think about it, some even started whispering, and everyone kept nodding or shaking their heads.

"That makes sense." Ma Rufeng thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"Agree."

"I agree."

"Who should we send to lead the army?" At this moment, one of them asked a soul-searching question.

Everyone paused.

Mao Fangping stood up and said, "My Mao family's ancestor fought against the Blood Demon and even mastered the art of seducing souls. The Six Harmonies and Eight Trigrams are in line with the Way of Heaven, and there's also the art of seducing souls in the Investiture of the Gods. Isn't this a hint?"

"A hero never brags about his past achievements." The Red Eyebrow Elder of the Fiery Flame Sect said, a flame ignited in his palm, "Among the rising stars of various sects today, our sect's Saint Son has refined the Netherworld Cold Fire."

Before he could finish his words, the Flower Fairy Sect's leader, Hua Qianluo, suddenly emitted a sweet floral fragrance from her hair. She said, "Commanding an army, who can compare to my sect's ability to attract bees and butterflies?"

Jin Tian of the Xuanxin Sect placed his hand on the table, and a burst of profound icy power erupted: "Exorcising demons and defending the Way is the primary responsibility of the Xuan Sect! The Great Zhou is originally under the jurisdiction of the Xuanxin Sect."

Elder Zhang from the Divine Sword Sect stood up, and the shadow of the Divine Sword appeared behind him. The sword energy on his body was like a dragon wrapping around him. "My Divine Sword Sect has a sword that can cut through heaven and earth."

Chen Qianru waved her hand, and the eight hundred prophecies appeared. She said, "Qian Gua Jiu Si, or leaping into the abyss, this image corresponds to the destiny of the Tianshu Star Pavilion. This is the destiny of our Tianji Pavilion."

Before he could finish his words, the sound of Huikong's Buddhist beads suddenly interrupted him. Twenty-four Buddhist beads flew out from the Bodhi string on his wrist and collided with everyone's Qi to form a lotus seat.

"Amitabha, please don't hurt the harmony."

Everyone was shocked to find that Huikong had disrupted all their energy, and they were shocked at how powerful this old monk was.

"Since everyone is listening to the Investiture of the Gods," Ma Rufeng suddenly stood up, a golden dragon circling around him, and said, "Why don't we wait for Mr. Ye to tell his story before we make plans?"

Then, his divine dragon materialized and moved through the auras of everyone present, instantly calming everyone. He said, "Perhaps, by then, we won't have to fight for the power to command the army anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room suddenly fell silent. Jintian sat back in his seat without saying a word, Huikong also clasped his hands together, and the people from other major immortal palaces also stopped talking, obviously temporarily agreeing with this statement.

Seven days later.

In the past few days, Ye Beixuan left his door open every night, but Ao Qin was very well behaved recently and did not come to see Ye Beixuan. Perhaps he was scared by him and did not dare to come for the time being. Li Xianglian also did not come because she was staring at Ao Qin.

Ye Beixuan has been dedicated to telling them about the Investiture of the Gods, and today is almost over.

At this moment, he was describing the excitement of the war in the Investiture of the Gods in vivid detail.

"Jiang Ziya's side has many disciples from the Immortal Palace, including Nezha, who rides the Wind Fire Wheel; and Yang Jian, who possesses immense magical powers and can see through all the demonic illusions in the world."

"And the other side wasn't far behind. Both sides exchanged blows, their magic blazing."

Many people in the Immortal Palace were stunned when they heard this. They were cultivators of immortality, but now they were listening to this story of cultivation with great interest.

"It turns out that we are just looking at the world from a narrow perspective. These magical weapons and supernatural powers really exist." A person from the Immortal Palace muttered to himself with envy on his face.

"Yes, if we can also learn it, wouldn't we be invincible in the world?" someone next to him echoed.

Ye Beixuan waited for everyone to finish their discussion, then spoke softly, "This Conferred God War is intensifying, even alarming the Sage. This Sage is the master of heaven and earth. With a single thought, he can change the world. His every move is radiant with the Dao."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked and the entire Tianji Hall fell silent.

A heated discussion ensued.

"Are there really saints in the world? Then, can we also embark on the path to immortality and achieve enlightenment one day?" Jintian's eyes flashed with excitement, and his voice trembled a little.

"But I'm afraid it's hopeless for us to reach the realm of saints." Some people are full of yearning, but they are also a little unconfident.

However, amidst the excitement, a hint of worry also grew in everyone's hearts. In this great calamity of the Conferred Gods, would the immortal cultivators also perish?
"But in such a big battle, who can guarantee that they can escape unscathed?" Everyone nodded. Those who were full of enthusiasm just now seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water.

A gentle breeze blew past, and the hall soon fell silent. Ye Beixuan turned around, clapping his hands and then began speaking passionately, "Let's talk about how Tongtian, one of the Three Pure Ones, has set up the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation. This formation is so lethal that only the Four Sages can break it. Within the sword formation, the four immortal swords—Slay the Immortal, Slaughter the Immortal, Trap the Immortal, and Exterminate the Immortal—are filled with murderous aura."

"And Yuanshi Tianzun, dressed in a Taoist robe, though surrounded by a thousand-foot-high radiance behind him, headed alone towards the Immortal Execution Sword Formation. No matter how turbulent the Immortal Execution Qi was, it only caused ripples in front of him."

The practitioners in the hall held their breath and some began to whisper.

"Being called the Heavenly Venerable shows the great power of the saint."

"The sword formation is called Zhuxian, which shows how powerful it is."

"Such skills are beyond the reach of us, not to mention the immortals in the world!"

Ye Beixuan stopped talking and waited for the people in the Immortal Palace to digest it, until their voices gradually became quieter.

He just opened his mouth and said, "Yuanshi Tianzun waved his hand, and in an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the four swords of Zhuxian began to become disordered, and the sword energy became chaotic."

Jin Tian sucked in a breath of cold air, beads of sweat covering his forehead. He said, "This method is far beyond my imagination. We have practiced hard for many years, but we are like ants."

Ye Beixuan continued, "Then, Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly shook the whisk in his hand. A ray of light, like a sharp blade, tore through the sword energy. He flashed and stepped into the formation."

"Amitabha." Master Huikong couldn't help but stand up at this moment, his face full of respect, and sighed deeply, "The power of the saint is indeed so terrifying. Even if we spend our entire lives, we are just a drop in the ocean."

The people from the major immortal palaces had already been listening attentively, and were stunned by the sword formation and the power of the saint. Some of them even kept their mouths open for a long time.

"Is the saint really so powerful? Even the Zhuxian Sword Formation was broken?" Ao Qin muttered beside him.

Prime Minister Turtle stroked his beard and said slowly, "Even ordinary immortals can change the world with a wave of their hands. For a saint, breaking the formation is just a matter of a wave of his hands."

Everyone nodded, expressing their agreement with Prime Minister Turtle's words.

At this time, the aroma of tea was wafting through the hall. When Ye Beixuan hit the board, everyone's eyes were instantly focused and they even held their breath.

Seeing that the situation was almost settled, he cleared his throat and continued, "Let's talk about Yuanshi Tianzun. He stepped on the golden lotus and stepped into the Zhuxian Sword Formation with a calm expression!"

Then Ye Beixuan began to narrate the process of Yuanshi Tianzun breaking the formation, and after Yuanshi Tianzun entered the sword formation, the Zhuxian Sword Formation erupted with a terrifying force to destroy the world.

Inside the formation, the four immortal swords, Zhuxian, Luxian, Xianxian and Juexian, intertwined their sword energy to form a giant black net that formed alliances and even the void began to distort.

"Yet Yuanshi Tianzun remained calm and fearless. He raised his hand slightly and an invisible barrier appeared before him. But it only lasted for a moment before cracks appeared on the barrier like a spider web."

The practitioners in the audience gasped in shock.

Jin Tian's eyes widened like bells, the teacup in his hand tilted, and the tea splashed on the corner of his clothes, but he was completely unaware, muttering: "Even Yuanshi Tianzun can't break it..."

"Is this Zhuxian Sword Formation really unbreakable?"

"As expected of the Immortal Slaying Technique, it is truly terrifying. Even a saint would have difficulty taking a single step."

Just as everyone was shocked, Ye Beixuan changed the subject: "When Yuanshi Tianzun saw this, he calculated with his fingers and knew that this formation could only be broken by the Four Saints."

Just when everyone thought the situation hadn't improved, Ye Beixuan spoke again, "That Shen Gongbao betrayed his master and took control of the Immortal Execution Formation. Not only did he refuse to bow to Yuanshi Tianzun, he even unleashed an even more ferocious sword energy to attack him."

Then he began to tell the story of how Shen Gongbao betrayed his teacher and destroyed his ancestors. He kept gesturing with the folding fan in his hand, describing how Yuanshi Tianzun could not break the Zhuxian Formation, but the Zhuxian Formation could not hurt him either.

"Just like that, the two sides are at a stalemate."

Then it begins to tell the story that Yuanshi Tianzun was unable to break the town, so he had to ask his eldest brother Taishang Laojun and Jieyin Zhunti Taoist to join hands to break the formation.

"However, even if the Four Saints join forces, the Immortal Execution Sword Formation remains unbreakable."

"At this critical moment, I stepped forward and directly unleashed the magical power of One Qi Transforming into Three Pure Ones!"

He then began to describe how three streams of pure energy flew out of Laozi's body and, in the blink of an eye, transformed into three identical individuals, each with a Daoist aura flowing through them as if it were a physical entity. Some cultivators in the audience gasped in shock.

"What kind of magical power is this! If it's a clone technique, there should be true and false ones, but to instantly create three identical people is truly unbelievable."

"Even if we practice for a thousand or ten thousand years, I'm afraid we won't be able to reach this level."

Then Ye Beixuan imitated the tone of Yuanshi Tianzun, waving his folding fan as a whisk and shouting, "Brother, this magical power will definitely break the formation!"

Then he depicted and interpreted the exit of Amitabha Buddha from the West and Cundi, with a solemn expression, believing that the Immortal Execution Formation was a disaster and should be eradicated.

"Amitabha, Mr. Ye has great wisdom and should join our Buddhist sect." Huikong said with his hands clasped together.

Everyone looked at them with disdain. Who would be willing to go to your place as a living eunuch? They are all playboys.

"The four of them immediately stopped talking. Their magical powers surged like a river or sea, merging and surging as they attacked the Immortal Execution Formation with all their might. For a moment, the light shone brightly, and the roar was so deafening it hurt people's eardrums." Ye Beixuan continued, "Finally, the Immortal Execution Formation was broken."

Huh. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The formation that the Four Saints had just broken was indeed so terrifying. It turned out that no saint was easy to mess with.

"Now that this formation has been broken, the troops attacking King Zhou should be able to move forward unhindered."

"Yes! Without the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, it would be difficult for Master Tongtian to resist the power of the Four Saints alone."

Just when everyone felt relieved, Ye Beixuan spoke again in a low voice that made everyone's voices rise to their throats again.

He spoke slowly in a low voice, "The Immortal Execution Formation was broken, which completely enraged the Patriarch Tongtian. He even set up the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation."

At this point, everyone's heart was in their throat again.

"The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, this formation is probably even more terrifying than the Immortal Execution Formation."

"What formation is this?"

Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Ye Beixuan began to explain, "The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation uses the Saint Tongtian as the core, with the Tai Chi, Liang Yi, and Si Xiang formations as auxiliary formations, plus the power of the Jiejiao sect formed by its disciples."

Everyone in the hall was so shocked that their mouths were wide open and their heartbeats were accelerating.

Jin Tian's eyes widened, and he even forgot to put down the teacup in his hand. He muttered to himself, "Using a saint as the core of the formation, how terrifying is this? This Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is even more terrifying than the Demon-Slaying Formation!"

Master Huikong, who was standing nearby, stroked his beard and asked, "I wonder if we can set up this formation?"

Everyone remained silent, skeptical about whether they could set up this formation.

Seeing this, Ye Beixuan continued, "When the Tongtian Sect Master saw the Four Saints leading their disciples to break the formation, he snorted coldly, swung the Qingping Sword in his hand, and the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was instantly activated."

Then he began to draw and gesture with his hands, imitating in the air the battle between the immortals of the Jiejiao and the immortals of the Chenjiao. Everyone seemed to see the scene of magic weapons and spells flying around.

"Just like that, for a while, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, the sun and moon lost their light, and the two sides fought fiercely."

Everyone in the hall was already stunned.

There was a young disciple behind an elder in the Immortal Mansion. His mouth was wide open enough to fit an egg. The folding fan in his hand fell to the ground. He was completely unaware and kept muttering, "I feel that we are not even a kind of immortal!"

Another young disciple, who was yearning for this, excitedly asked, "Could it be possible that we can do it in the end?"

The others were even more stunned.

"With such means, I'm afraid our previous practice is just the power of an ant."

Ye Beixuan continued, "Just when the two sides were fighting to the death."

"Sudden."

When this sentence was suddenly uttered, everyone became nervous again. What else had happened?
"A beam of auspicious light descended from the sky. It was none other than the arrival of the ancestor Hongjun. Without the slightest imposing presence, everyone felt as if they were facing the laws of nature, filled with fear. Upon Hongjun's appearance, everyone in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation instantly fell silent, kneeling in salute."

"Who is this person? How could he make all the saints kneel down in worship?"

"The only thing that can make a saint kneel down is this world."

Hiss. Everyone took a deep breath. Could it be that the person coming was Tian?
Seeing that everyone was finally shocked, Ye Beixuan immediately imitated Patriarch Hongjun's gaze and swept over everyone in an instant. Everyone in the Immortal Palace suddenly felt a fleeting sense of oppression from heaven and earth.

Everyone stood up in awe at this moment, their hearts almost jumping out of their chests. Mr. Ye was indeed so terrifying.

Ye Beixuan didn't understand why they suddenly stood up. He simply thought they were shocked by Hongjun. Then, imitating the tone of the ancestor Hongjun, he slowly said, "The matter of the imperial decree has long been decided by fate. Why do you, who are born as saints, have to fight so hard?"

Then he turned around and imitated Tongtian Sect Master's unwilling look, but he didn't dare to speak presumptuously in a low voice: "Master, this is not my fault. It is he who repeatedly bullies my Jie Sect and kills my Jie Sect disciples!"

Then Ye Beixuan imitated Yuanshi Tianzun's appearance and said to the sky with a respectful face: "Master, please understand. It is true that Junior Brother Tongtian's disciples have repeatedly acted against the will of heaven and against Tiangang. Therefore, this disciple had no choice but to do this."

Ye Beixuan imitated Patriarch Hongjun and waved his hand slightly. In the Tianji Hall, everyone seemed to be locked by some kind of energy in an instant, unable to move, and their hearts were suddenly filled with horror.

He slowly imitated Hongjun and said, "There is no need to argue about this matter anymore. Everything is settled. You all should return to your positions and are not allowed to leave the mountain."

Ye Beixuan sighed and said, "After being scolded by Patriarch Hongjun, the many disciples of the three religions finally stopped fighting and agreed to peace."

"To know how the ending will be, please listen to me tomorrow."

After saying that, Ye Beixuan slowly left, but he felt very strange today. Why were all the people in the Immortal Mansion standing still, like statues?

Not long after Ye Beixuan left.

Everyone in the hall was already stunned into silence.

After a long time, everyone realized that they could move.

"Such a strong oppression, it turns out that the Investiture of the Gods is not just a story, this is simply the story of the immortals in heaven."

"Do you have any objections to who should be in charge right now?" Ma Rufeng was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and then he found that he could move and speak.

Everyone remained silent after this statement was made. Could there be any objection? This gentleman must be chosen. He does not belong to any faction and is fair and impartial. The key is who dares to disobey?

Master Huikong clasped his hands together and said, "I have no objection."

Jin Tian showed admiration and said, "I don't have any objections, but what if this gentleman doesn't agree?"

Everyone was talking at once, all shocked by Ye Beixuan's eyes just now, and everyone agreed that he was the candidate to lead the Battle of the Gods.

But the question was, would they agree? How could such a hermit, possessing the imperial list and the power to move the world with a single wave of his hand, possibly be seduced by worldly wealth and fame?
It is even less likely to be misled by secular power.

You will not be seduced by beauty.

"What should we do?" Someone began to ask questions, and everyone was thinking about it.

"I think everyone will know the answer soon after listening to the Investiture of the Gods." Ma Rufeng seemed to have a cheat code, and his brain has been working particularly well recently.

"Oh?" Jin Tian said immediately, "What do you mean?"

Everyone's eyes, like sharp swords, focused on Ma Rufeng.

"Think about it! Why did this gentleman take the trouble to narrate the matter of Conferred God to all of us here?" Ma Rufeng stood up and asked.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and their confusion suddenly changed. Right! Doesn't this tell us that we are all participants in the Conferred God Contest?
"You mean, in this important matter of conferring titles, we will all be on the list like the List of Gods?" Mao Fangping said.

"How else can this be explained? This gentleman must be the incarnation of some powerful being, embodying a mortal body to teach us." Ma Rufeng smiled confidently, "I can guarantee that after tomorrow, the gentleman will definitely lead the battle, and we will assist him from behind to complete this great tribulation of the Conferred God."

"That's when."

Everyone nodded in unison, agreeing with Ma Rufeng's statement. After all, who doesn't want to become an immortal and live forever?

(End of this chapter)