Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 588 Begging
The desert.

A bluish-yellow light spread between Shengle and Yinshan, and the wind and sand rose up, turning the few grasslands that could still be seen into yellow sand.

The eerie yet sacred yellow sheep stood silently, carrying the Green Palace on its back and treading on karmic fire.

Clad in a sallow monk's robe, Etu stood silently here. As someone who had mastered both the Pure Land and Huayan teachings, he had achieved great success in both ancient and modern Buddhist paths.

Cause and effect are like a net, like the sea, weaving every grain of sand and every stone in this world within them.

In the Pure Land, all phenomena are viewed as a whole by this Bodhisattva. The Dharma Gate of Infinite Dependent Origination and the Pure Land of Abundance are perfectly aligned, infinitely approaching the highest pursuit of the Huayan School—the Dependent Origination of the Dharma Realm.

There is no need for Bodhi or Vajra to be present; he alone, with a single thought, is enough to mobilize the full power of this Pure Land.

No one from the Purple Mansion dared to step into that pure land. Only a white-robed monk stepped forward, measuring the earth with his feet, letting the pure land's radiance spread, yet remaining untouched by it.

Gu Zhou grasped the sword-like object beside him. This object was surrounded by boundless wisdom light, illuminating past karma and pointing directly to emptiness. With a gentle stroke, the pure land in front of him instantly cracked open.

The evil earth towered high in the sky, and the sheep-beasts it trod upon looked down at it, their yellow eyes glowing eerily.

Evil energy surged between heaven and earth, the earth cracked open, and countless blue locusts emerged from it, like a sea and a tide.

"The world is dignified and solemn, the Dharma realm arises from causes and conditions, and all things are unobstructed."

The karma of the entire world began to surge toward the ancient boat, but he merely shook his monk's robe, as if brushing off a speck of dust, and the karma did not touch him at all.

Gu Zhou raised his hand and extended a palm, like a reef blocking a huge wave, firmly stopping this pure land that had accumulated thousands of years of karma and cause and effect, preventing it from advancing even an inch further.

Where is Chishi?

He drew his sword again and slashed forward. There was no earth-shattering sound, but a large bronze cauldron was summoned from the Xuan Palace. Inside, a demon seemed to open its mouth and spit out a blurry mass of flesh and blood.

The mass of flesh and blood began to rapidly solidify, and a Taoist robe with a blue background and yellow patterns, embroidered with four beasts, fell down and draped over it.

Chishi's body gradually materialized, eventually transforming into a handsome yet sinister young Taoist priest, standing alongside the evil earth beside him.

The ancient boat, its surface as calm as a still lake, casually conjured up a blank scroll that suddenly expanded, like clusters of white clouds encircling a pure land. Countless howling blue locusts crashed into it, becoming trapped within the painting.

"The methods of 'Ji Earth'"

Evil Earth spoke in a low, sinister tone, his eyes seemingly filled with hatred. He showed no mercy, and a swirling mass of yellow sand completely engulfed the two figures, making them impossible for outsiders to see.

In the Pure Land, the white-robed monk clasped his hands together, letting the sandstorm rage around him, yet he remained untouched by any dust, silently watching the ferocious and strange yellow sheep above.

"Is this your true form? I have heard that Hua Shi emphasizes a steadfast mind, and all forms are manifestations. Your cultivation in the three schools of immortals, demons, and Buddhism is all based on this."

Gu Zhou saw through the mystery, only to find that the yellow-robed monk above had been turned back into a clay sculpture and returned to the sheep's mouth, leaving only Chi Shi, dressed in a blue and yellow Taoist robe, above.

The aura of the barren land changed, and the immortal atmosphere became perfect. The light of the earth changed, and a bronze-cast demon cauldron appeared in his hand, from which seemed to roar like demons.

“You once sought the Dharma in the world of Huashi. Don’t you know that the essence of my Dao is to unify life and nature through the method of fusion? Whether it is immortals, Buddhist monks, demons, or monsters, they all constitute my emptiness.”

The Taoist priest, his yellow eyes gleaming, spoke in a growing cold tone as he continued:
"Chishi, ghoul, and grave sheep are all Gu Huaixu, all of them are me. I am a celestial cultivator, a Buddhist disciple, and a demon. This is the [Dharma of Endless Dependent Origination], which governs all causes and effects, integrates them into one place, and allows all dharmas to flourish together. It is the Dharma of the ancient [Huazang Zhiyan World-Honored One]."

The air was thick with malevolent energy, and yellow sand swirled everywhere. Only the monk in white robes stood quietly.

“Fellow Daoist Chishi, you should cultivate immortality, not enter Buddhism.”

Upon hearing this, the evil earth above grew even more gloomy, gritted its teeth, and its yellow eyes shone brightly. The sheep beast below also roared, and a fierce wind blew.

"You've lived this long, don't you know the limitations of my Earthly Dao? With the fate of the nation weighing on you, how can you seek the Dao?"

Badlands gazed into the distance, lost in thought.

Under the rule of the state, all lands are difficult to govern.

Among the Five Virtues, these two are the highest-ranking traditions. In the ancient Three Dynasties, the Yu Dynasty cultivated thunder and lightning, supplemented by various Qi; the Yin Dynasty cultivated the altars of the state, supplemented by shamans and priests; and the Zhou Dynasty cultivated the highest rites, supplemented by the Five Virtues.

As the orthodox immortal path of the two earths of the state, Wu Heng was active in the Yu and Yin dynasties. In fact, the position once held by the emperor of the Yin dynasty was the supreme position of Wu Ji, which was the "state".

Even though Wu Heng perished in Zhou and Qing Yang rose to prominence, the Bai Zhi Fu Di, which was separated from it, remained high above, with Ji Xian Si Shi, still suppressing Gen Yun Fu and making him unable to raise his head.

If Gen Earth still retains the glory of the ancient Zhenyuan Great Dao, and Fu Earth still retains its old calendar as the Yin of the Netherworld, then Yun Earth will always be seen as a thief, a demon, and a minor Taoist in the eyes of the state!
The Qingyang lineage has been passed down for generations, producing many True Lords, yet none have dared to take a further step. Even though the path to heaven is right before their eyes, no one dares to walk it.

After the fall of Shu, Tuoba went north and established the Wuji dynasty, becoming the ruler of the state. This was the work of the former Baizhi Fudi, the mystery of the Five Virtues, in the land where Yin and Yang meet.

Qingyang was first controlled by the Shu Emperor, and then completely destroyed under the instigation of Baizhi Fudi.

The Eight Extremes Yuan Mountain, passed down by Zhenyuan Immortal Dao, also perished along with the True Lord.

Evil Earth let out a long breath, and the Azure Sheep Mystic Palace behind him began to tremble. From within, streams of divine power radiating mysterious light surged into his body, making the divine embryo completely complete.

【Che Qingli】

【The Sacrifice of the Ghost Sheep】

The world is desolate.

[Years of accumulated experience]

And the last one. [Begging for the state].

The entire Azure Sheep Mystic Palace began to tremble violently, from which countless azure and yellow rays of light surged forth. The [Embracing the Divine Embryo] technique was reshaping cause and effect, recreating a past life. With the blessing of the entire Dharma Realm, the former Great True Person of the Earthly Realm returned once again!

The divine disc, interwoven with blue and yellow hues, emerged from the palace. The former first spiritual treasure of the Qingyang Daoist lineage, the [Heavenly Essence Azure Year Disc], once again fell into his hands. At the same time, the [Nether Sheep Feeding Cauldron] also emitted demonic energy, empowering him.

The Way of the Green Sheep is a path of transformation between immortals and demons.

Evil Earth let out a long breath, feeling the changes in his supernatural powers. Although his supernatural powers were unimpeded and remained the same as before, as soon as he left this Dharma Realm, he would be immediately reduced to his original form.

But that's enough.

"Qingyang Cultivator, the chief disciple of True Lord Shiren, [Chishi], please enlighten me."

Gu Zhou gripped the Wisdom Sword, his gaze deep. He wasn't surprised that his opponent could still display immortal cultivation; sensing it through the [Pure Heart Zen Method] of the Suspended Void lineage, what truly sent chills down his spine was—

"Yun Tu" means that this person has not been abandoned.
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Yinshan.

The flames raged fiercely as King Lanshan stepped forward, his eyes gleaming. The four divine powers of the Flame subtly manifested around him, and his apricot-yellow royal robe billowed in the wind and sand.

Behind him in the vast void, there was another Purple Mansion, where, in addition to Tai Zhen Wan Jin, Mu Wu Fu Yun, Shang Xiao Zhuo Xie, there was even Ru Su Zhenren from Ti Feng Mountain, since he originally belonged to the Song family.

The eastern route is quite long and extremely difficult to traverse, so we dispatched two highly skilled fighters, Pijie and Guangchan, to advance steadily and contain the enemy.

As for the western front, they dispatched the [Huanyuan] True Person of the early stage of the Purple Mansion realm from the Zhang family, and [Hanchenzi] from Zhaixingyuan, led by the Weihua Divine General, to attack Shengle first using the wondrous and rapid movement of illusory qi.

The central line is currently where the most forces from both sides have gathered, including not only the two Bodhisattvas, Gu Zhou and Evil Earth, but also many cultivators lying in wait, ready to make their move.

The Pure Land was blocked by the ancient boat. These immortal cultivators should have immediately traveled to Sheng Le via the Great Void, but there was another figure blocking their way. Blood clouds rolled, dragons and snakes rose from the land, the Great Void shattered, and a man clad in platinum armor appeared, standing between the Pure Land and Yin Mountain. An extremely terrifying divine intent erupted, locking onto all the cultivators.

He laughed freely, his eyes flashing like lightning, and soon discovered the many cultivators hidden in the void.

"Song Minglan, have you been scared out of your wits and invited cultivators from three sects to deal with me? What, now that Yili is dead, don't you still have a few old fogies in your Song Clan's grotto-heaven?"

Feng Yan stood with his hands behind his back. The dragon, snake, sun, and moon patterns on his platinum armor seemed to come alive, their light flowing and echoing the divine. Iron-gray clouds also dispersed, and two people emerged from the void behind him.

First appeared a woman, dressed in an iron-gray long dress, with a beautiful face and a mysterious and unpredictable aura of witch spirit. Her aura as a mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator was slightly revealed. She was none other than the Martyr Lin Zhenren, Xiao Xuelin.

Arashiyama's gaze remained unchanged, instead looking in the other direction.

As the pure energy surged and the mysterious wind blew, another man emerged, wearing an iron mask, with a thin figure. He exuded pure energy and supernatural powers, also at the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm, and was faintly shrouded in demonic energy.

'Qing Chong Demon Land, [Du Tu].'

Arashiyama recognized the man, and his heart sank slightly. He reached out and took out a spirit axe wreathed in vermilion flames from the void. The flames rose like smoke.

True Qi and spiritual clouds drifted out, and True Man Fuyun appeared, his eyes burning as he stared intently at Feng Yan.

"Devil!"

"This general is a real person, stop talking nonsense."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yan's eyes truly showed a hint of anger. His blood surged, the void shattered, and all sorts of savage energy arose from the place where he stood.

As the light of thunder surged forth, Zhuoxie stepped out, clad in azure armor. The divine path here was difficult to respond to, and he could not be promoted. His aura dropped to the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm, but he showed no intention of retreating.

Fire, thunder, and true qi were generated, locking Feng Yan firmly in place. Led by the King of Lanshan, and assisted by Fuyun and Zhuoxie, they were determined to hold Feng Yan back!
“You are all afraid of me.”

Feng Yan let the countless beams of light from the sky strike him, his blood energy soaring to the heavens. He clenched his fist and slammed it down from the sky.

The fiery energy condensed into a net, binding the area. Lanshan's gaze was serious, and he dared not underestimate it. However, the net of fiery energy was quickly torn apart, and only a cloud of blood burst out.

Feng Yan charged out like a blazing sun formed from blood-red light, instantly reaching Fu Yun.

"Mu Wushan!"

He roared and threw a punch, striking the opponent's protective True Qi Spirit Cloud. The visible force dissipated, but a hidden force suddenly arose, lurking into the body, causing Fu Yun's body to tremble and be firmly restrained by the opponent.

A single glance could lead to a life-or-death situation!

Fu Yun remained calm. From his inner vision, a Dao light of subduing demons arose, with tortoises and snakes intertwined, using softness to overcome hardness, barely resisting that extremely terrifying hidden force.

True Qi and supernatural powers, [see Zhenwu].

The lightning bolt descended, transforming into a blue moon that gracefully slashed towards Feng Yan's body. However, Feng Yan merely exhaled a breath of qi, which shattered the lightning moon, causing the True Man Zhuo Xie's expression to change slightly.

"Devil!"

The Blazing Axe shone brightly and slashed down toward Feng Yan's back, but he instantly raised his other hand and clamped the axe blade, blocking the attack of the Lanshan King.

"Anyone who calls me a demon again, I'll kill them first."

Feng Yan's tone grew increasingly cold and stern. His blood energy erupted, spreading to the surroundings. A river of blood flowed between heaven and earth, a testament to the ancestors' sacrifice. The vast blood cloud instantly obscured the people around him.

Xiao Xuelin's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he was about to rush to the rescue when he saw a ball of golden light rise up, and a golden-armored god surrounded by white mist silently blocked his way.

"【The Treasury Lock God Armor】".

She did not address him as Ru Su, but slowly revealed his origins. Suddenly, a brilliant golden light shone before her eyes, and the golden-armored deity had already arrived.

'Emperor Qi's armor... no, there's something wrong with it.'

Xunlin unleashed a cold, iron-like light that struck the opponent's body, causing the hidden golden light to become disordered. The so-called Spiritual Path is extremely close to metal and stone, and was also known in ancient times as the "Sixth Metal," possessing the wonder of controlling spirituality.

She should have directly tried to shake the other party's true spirit, but Tie Sui's warning from the past still lingered, so she didn't act rashly and instead tried to deal with the other party.

On the edge of the battlefield, the golden moon hangs high.

Wan Jin stepped forward with his sword in hand, his expression calm. As a direct descendant of Tai Zhen, he had always been a playful and unconventional person. Although he had restrained himself considerably, with the Golden Scale in his hand, he was naturally quite confident.

Blocking his way was none other than the masked [Du Tu].

"Tai Zhen is truly generous, having such a powerful weapon in your hands. It's a pity that this famous sword has met an evil master, and its brilliance is not what it used to be."

Du Tu's tone seemed somewhat sarcastic. He slowly raised his hand, and a pagoda surrounded by azure clouds and flowing with mysterious winds landed in his hand. It was neither gold nor stone, and was surrounded by clear light.

"I also have a treasure here. Would Fellow Daoist Wan Jin like to give it a try?"

Wan Jin smiled slightly and looked over:

“I’m afraid that if I were to shatter your tower with a single sword strike, your family would blame me.”

Du Tu still held up this pagoda, from which came waves of clear light, condensed and uniform, emanating an aura powerful enough to rival that of the golden scales.

"Fellow Daoist, why not give it a try? My [Clear Heaven Tower] is no less impressive than [Golden Scales], both being first-tier. Why not give it a shot?"

He spoke confidently, explaining that Qingchong Demon Land had sent him to restrain this golden scale, and that the origin of the Qingtian Tower was no less than that of Taizhen's Gengjin Sword.

As the golden scales emerged from their sheaths, the light of the Geng metal and the Tai Bai star condensed into a rainbow, severing heaven and earth. It clashed with that clear light, vibrating incessantly, its sound like thunder, audible for miles around.

A gentle breeze wafts through the mountains and rivers, echoing the changes of the pure Qi of the heavens and dispelling any murderous intent.

Pure Qi Divine Power, [Mountain and Water Gentleman].

Du Tu's gaze fell from beneath that iron mask, a hint of mockery in his eyes, and he said:

"You dare to wield this sword? If your master had wielded the Golden Scale Sword back then, I would naturally have retreated. As for your ten thousand gold pieces, ha, I'm not saying this, but it's quite a surprise that the Mei family has produced someone like you."

"After all these years, you're still only at the early stage of the Purple Mansion realm. Besides relying on external resources, what other abilities do you have?"

Wan Jin's expression gradually turned cold, and the sword in his hand shone with golden light, his killing intent growing stronger and filling the heavens and earth.

A series of gong-like sounds seemed to ring out, a sign of marching. This caused the golden scales on the hilt of the sword to stand up, cutting the hand and drawing blood. The sound of the gong resounded, clear and high-pitched.

The Geng metal is a divine power, 【Lianxi Shang】, also known as 【Beixie Pi】. It is the sound of a general leading troops in battle. It is a sign of the metal virtue of restraint and purification. It is also a sign of the metal transformation of generals who establish themselves and do not obey the king's orders.

"A few days ago, I made a breakthrough and just happened to cultivate my third supernatural power. Isn't that a coincidence?"

With a golden scale pointing forward, the Geng Sha arose suddenly. The golden-robed man's eyes were devoid of any smile, only the purest killing intent remained, causing Du Tu's heart to sink.

'It was me who underestimated him.'

(End of this chapter)