Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 513 This is my path!
How will you compensate me?

Pudu Zhenjun continued slowly.

"This precious tree of mine was nurtured by my primordial spirit by gathering the essence of all the celestial and terrestrial forces, and it took me nine thousand seven hundred years to obtain this immortal root that can bear the fruit of the primordial essence."

The rare treasures incorporated into it, and the mental and spiritual energy consumed, are beyond the reach of ordinary things.

It carries the essence of the Dao, a thread of power that responds to thunder and transforms the Nine Heavens. Destroying this tree is like severing my path to Dao, damaging the very foundation of my Primordial Sect!

If he had just entered the early stage of the Golden Core realm, then it would be as True Monarch Pudu said. But now that he has reached the middle stage of the Golden Core realm, his own condensed cave heaven and Dao field are already stable, so he no longer needs to rely on his position.

Although this precious tree was valuable, it was nothing special to him.

Seeing the increasingly solemn expression on Bodhisattva Miaodi's face, he suddenly changed the subject.

"Bodhisattva Miaodi, since you claim to sincerely apologize... then I want you to leave the Pure Land of Bodhi and come to my immortal mountain to become a guardian deity, serving under my command for a thousand years!"

Upon hearing this, Sanzang felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and Wukong was so shocked that his monkey hair stood on end.

This is no longer compensation; this is a blatant attempt to enslave a great Buddhist bodhisattva.

This is the ultimate trampling of the dignity of the Pure Land of Bodhi and Zen.

It's obvious the other party doesn't want things to go well.

"you!"

The dignified expression of the Bodhisattva of Wonderful Truth finally crumbled completely, a blush of shock and anger shooting from her neck to her hairline.

"The Yuanmo Sect truly lives up to its name; it has broadened my horizons."

Miao Di's expression quickly turned cold.

Pudu Zhenjun laughed heartily: "Alright, you won't call yourself 'this humble monk' anymore, you'll call yourself 'this seat' instead."

An overwhelming aura of the Bodhisattva's golden body erupted uncontrollably from her body, colliding violently with the ethereal light surrounding the True Lord of Salvation.

An invisible aura exploded in mid-air, causing the entire courtyard ground to undulate like waves.

The entire Zhenyuan Temple was shrouded in layers of restrictions, yet the artificial mountain still crumbled and the pavilions creaked and groaned.

He stepped forward, and a hazy, ethereal light emanated from him like boiling water: "Since the Bodhisattva is unwilling to degrade himself into a slave to repay this debt... then I'd like to see what you'll use to compensate me for this Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Immortal Peach Tree."

What can wash away the bloodstains and injustice done to me, this mere Taoist acolyte! What can silence the clamor of the masses?

The ethereal light surrounding the True Lord of Universal Salvation was no longer otherworldly; instead, it burned fiercely like boiling lava from the Netherworld, emitting a chilling hissing sound. Even the surrounding void seemed unable to withstand this terrifying pressure, and was silently scorched and distorted.

The entire Zhenyuan Temple, this solemn Taoist temple supported by the magical power of the True Lord of Wonderful Existence and Universal Salvation, groaned under the weight of the burden.

The mysterious runes covering the pavilions, towers, artificial hills, and ponds were now like thin paper thrown into a raging fire, wailing and crumbling inch by inch.

The carved beams and painted rafters, and the exquisite stalagmites that had previously remained were reduced to nothingness in an instant under the overwhelming pressure.

The Bodhisattva of Wonderful Truth, who was the first to be affected, had his golden aura of Buddha light, which was protecting him, fluctuate violently under the hazy celestial light, emitting a piercing "crunching" sound, as if he would be completely crushed by this terrifying power at any moment.

That dignified and compassionate face of a bodhisattva could no longer maintain its detachment.

The Bodhisattva of Wonderful Truth was in turmoil. The speed and determination with which the other party tore off the mask far exceeded her expectations, and the other party's strength was beyond her imagination.

Seeing that the other party was extremely arrogant and showed no intention of stopping or restraining himself, and even the hint of cold calculation that should not belong to "anger" completely pierced through her last bit of hesitation.

This matter has fallen right into their hands.

The Bodhisattva of Wonderful Truth sneered, no longer caring about saving face.

The Pure Land of Bodhi and the Yuan Demon Sect are natural enemies; one is a Buddha, the other a demon—who can tolerate the other?

"What a shrewd and righteous Pudu Zhenjun! What a shrewd and righteous Xuanmen! Even if you have changed your appearance and received the imperial decree from the Yuanshi Sect's Jiuxian Mountain, you are still the same Yuanmo Sect's tricks of 'plucking feathers from the sky when it is three feet high,' exploiting and sucking the marrow from the bones."

Destroying you, this evil tree, is the only right thing to do.

"So that you won't take its meager benefits and wreak havoc in the Eastern Wilderness, tempting people to depravity."

These words completely pierced through the veil of secrecy, exposing the actions of the Yuanshizong sect to the light of day.

This scathing rebuke was a blow to the True Lord's dignity.

Upon hearing this, Pudu Zhenjun showed no anger whatsoever; his eyes held a detached indifference, as if icy ice had been submerged at the bottom of an abyss for millennia.

That gaze was no longer that of an opponent, or even an enemy, but rather that of a deity from the heavens looking down upon ants struggling in the dust.

His voice was eerily calm.

"Mere rare herbs and plants, what's the big deal? Compensation? Ha..."

Pudu Zhenjun's lips curled into a faint, yet chilling, smile.

"Miaodi, are you truly unaware, or are you feigning ignorance?"

What I truly desire is the Buddhahood of the Supreme King of Freedom, the lotus flower radiating great compassion behind you.

The next sentence was something that Pudu Zhenjun would naturally not say aloud; doing it was one thing, but saying it would cause trouble.

Who knows, the moment I say this, the Buddha will create a new account and start smurfing.

His sleeves moved without wind, fluttering and rustling, with surging magical power surging within them.

But he will surely attain the Buddhahood of the King of Freedom. Even if he cannot hold onto the Buddhahood, he must still collect the source energy within it.

For those who embark on the path of the Golden Elixir, condensing the Golden Elixir is merely the first glimpse into its path.

To reach the pinnacle of the Great Dao and the late stage of the Golden Core realm, one must find three Dao fruits that are mutually generative and in harmony with each other's mysteries, and then forge them into the Golden Core to build a higher foundation and enter the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

To advance further and aspire to the Nascent Soul Dao Master realm, one must gather the five mutually reinforcing Dao Fruits. Only then can one have a glimmer of hope and glimpse the Dao Master realm, which transcends worldly concerns and wields the true laws of a universe.

That Buddha Fruit of the King of Freedom naturally contains the supreme origin of the three realms: reincarnation, salvation, and the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

These three fundamental origins are interconnected, forming the supreme foundation for refining more Dao fruits, and also serving as an excellent key for True Monarch Pudu to break through the shackles of the late Golden Core stage and glimpse a higher realm.

He has been waiting for many years.

Now that the Pure Land of Bodhi and Chan has established its rituals, he naturally will not sit idly by.

“The wondrous truth is that those who understand the nature of things will voluntarily detach themselves from their original source of fruition and offer it to me.”

The Bodhisattva of Wonderful Truth gave a cold laugh and stopped pretending.

"A pipe dream?"

Pudu's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his body suddenly blazed with immortal light, as if a clear and hazy sun had shone through. "Today, I will seize your fruit position and root energy to add fuel to my path of cultivation."

"Hoohoo!"

As soon as the last word was uttered, before the Bodhisattva of Wonderful Truth could reply, he suddenly felt his hand become light.

The Buddhist treasure, the jade bottle, that had been with her for many years, suddenly shattered under the combined impact of the words of the True Lord of Universal Salvation, which invoked the laws of the Dao and exerted immense pressure. It let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

The pure white, smooth bottle fragments scattered like ice crystals, and the nourishing dew fell into the void, only to be instantly evaporated by the violent storm of malevolent energy.

"Beneath the Bodhi tree, across three thousand worlds, in this very realm, there shall be a Vajra with wrathful eyes!!"

(End of this chapter)