Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 260 The Way of Heaven has flaws, but human power can reverse them; this should be called splitting the heavens!
"That's right? No regrets?"

The white-haired boy in brown repeatedly chewed.

The Third Holy Mother spoke in a low voice:
"Over the years, I have often wondered who was wrong and where they went wrong, but unfortunately, I have not been able to figure it out even after eighty years."

Zhuang Buran smiled:

"Mother, what do you think the world would be like if countless children of gods and immortals appeared in the Three Realms?"

"You should know that my uncle was very accommodating to me back then, and said that whatever wealth and glory I wanted in this world, he would satisfy me."

"If the Heavenly Court allows immortals to have private affairs, I wonder if it would be willing to see mortal couples grow old and die?"

"The cultivation talent of the son of a god far surpasses that of 99% of people in the world. How can those who have no way to seek the Dao or who have to cultivate for many years and accumulate merits to achieve enlightenment feel in this situation?"

His expression was indifferent:
“Mother, you are the son of a god and have been well protected by your uncle, while I have been a mortal for eighty years and have encountered many beings who have no way to seek the Dao.”

"Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism all require extremely good opportunities, luck, innate talent and comprehension. Even the demonic path is very picky and will not accept any useless people. If you try to force your way in, you will only become waste material."

The white-haired, brown-clad youth said calmly:
“These days, I have been wandering around the world and have found that if you want to cultivate the Tao and join a prestigious sect, in addition to having good aptitude and comprehension, you also need to have a clean background.”

"Even if one were to join a sect, one would first have to become a novice, burning water and carrying firewood year after year, chanting scriptures and cultivating qi, and undergoing countless trials before one could receive the true teachings and wondrous methods."

"After years of arduous cultivation, if one wishes to become an immortal, one must descend the mountain to accumulate merit and do good deeds. During this period, if one does not encounter any major calamities, does not save those who should not be saved, and does not kill those who have powerful backers, one can achieve perfect merit."

"In this way, the path to immortality is still the smoothest for an ordinary genius."

"Most cultivators, once they accidentally stray onto a wrong path, will either have their cultivation path completely severed and can only be reincarnated, or their soul will be scattered and they will not even have the chance to start over."

"If you're unlucky, something might go wrong at some point and you'll turn to ashes, or you might not even have the chance to be reincarnated and start over."

"All of this shows how extraordinary the son of a god is. Not only is he exceptionally talented, but he can also easily obtain various cultivation methods."

"If many children of gods and humans were to emerge in the Three Realms, how would ordinary people in the mortal world conduct themselves? And what kind of calamities would be caused if one of these children of gods and humans were of bad character?"

The Third Holy Mother remained silent for a long while, then said sadly:
"So, you think Mother is wrong and Heaven is right? Is that why you let your uncle imprison me on Mount Hua?"

"Right and wrong are irrelevant to me, because I am neither the Heavenly Emperor nor some benevolent sage who cares for all living beings," the white-haired, brown-clad youth said slowly and deliberately.
"I just felt that my uncle, who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, had no intention of harming anyone."

The Third Holy Mother's expression grew increasingly somber:

“My second brother had no intention of harming me, but he changed after he became the God of Justice in Heaven.”

The white-haired boy in brown shook his head:

"Alright, let's stop catching up here for today. I'll come to see you often in the future."

“Chenxiang, I know you are a good child and wanted to keep your mother company and chat with her to relieve her boredom. However, Mount Hua is still too dangerous for you. Your father has already died of old age, and I don’t want to see you in any danger.”

The Third Holy Mother hurriedly advised:

"Eighty years of self-cultivation have brought you to this day's achievements. You should continue living a secluded life as before."

She immediately remembered something and quickly spoke:
"The Lotus Lantern requires a thousand years of magical power, and it must be a benevolent one to wield it. If it is used for evil purposes, it will suffer a backlash."

"Listen carefully, there are sixteen mental incantations and one eight-character mantra to control the Lotus Lantern."

The white-haired, brown-clad boy interrupted with a smile:

“Mother, my connection with the Lotus Lantern is far deeper than you can imagine. The reason I was able to become an immortal overnight is because I have been imbued with the essence of the Lotus Lantern for decades. Therefore, there is no need for any incantation to control it.”

The Holy Mother of the Three Realms was taken aback, then suddenly shook her head and laughed:

"You dare to say that you are selfish and self-serving, and that you are not a benevolent person with a heart for all living beings. If you were really like that, how could the Lotus Lantern be so compatible with you?"

"Sometimes, it's inevitable that I might do something good on a whim, and that has nothing to do with whether I'm a great philanthropist or not."

After Zhuang Buran finished speaking, he turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the cave.

Among the continuous mountain ranges, which are convex and concave in shape and rugged in terrain, as steep as the Shu Mountains and as high as the Lu Rock, there is an extremely conspicuous mountain with thousands of caves carved into its cliff face, which are arranged in a honeycomb pattern.

On a flat, wide expanse of land, a girl in pink struck a pose, practicing her domineering and extraordinary palm technique move by move.

Her face was exquisite, with arched eyebrows like a crescent moon, and fair skin as delicate as mutton-fat jade. Her cherry-like lips were slightly upturned, giving her a sweet and charming appearance. A few strands of hair casually fell on either side of her cheeks, adding a touch of playful and lively beauty.

"Very good. Your palm technique requires pure mental control and is an extremely powerful killing technique."

A white-haired boy in brown robes reclined on a rock and smiled:

"The ways of Heaven may have flaws, but human effort can reverse them; this should be called splitting the heavens!"

"Who are you?" the girl in pink asked, her voice filled with surprise and doubt.
"How do you know that the palm technique I practice is called 'Heaven-Splitting Palm'?"

“Little fox, your temperament and aptitude are excellent, but it will take at least a thousand years to master this palm technique.”

The white-haired, brown-clad youth glanced sideways and smiled:

"If you teach me this palm technique, I can definitely help you master it quickly."

"Teach you?" the girl in pink asked earnestly.
"My grandmother specifically instructed me not to pass on the 'Heaven-Splitting Palm' to outsiders."

"I see, but I've already learned the first three moves!"

The white-haired, brown-clad youth flipped to his feet and struck out with a palm.

The palm strike was like a sudden clap of thunder in spring, startling all things, as if it contained the power of the first thunderbolt at the beginning of the world.

The incredibly powerful and swift palm strike instantly unleashed the thunderous energy of the heavens, shattering a rock seven or eight feet high in the distance.

He unleashed another palm strike, the force of which was condensed like a tangible blade, slashing forward in a huge fan shape or a straight line. Wherever it passed, even space itself was forcibly cleaved open, briefly creating a vacuum or a zone of stagnation, leaving a huge crack on the cliff face.

As the white-haired, brown-clad youth withdrew his palm, a point of extremely compressed, dazzling light suddenly condensed in his palm, resembling a star.

He suddenly struck out, and where his palm left its mark, the space groaned under the strain, leaving a brief trail of black cracks. The moment a small mountain was struck, it instantly generated a shockwave like a star exploding, turning into dust.

The girl in pink was so anxious she jumped up and down:

"Ah, you really learned it. If Grandma finds out, I'll be scolded to death."

"I know the 'Heaven-Splitting Palm,' and only Heaven, Earth, you, and I know it. As long as you don't tell your grandma, you won't get scolded."

The white-haired boy in brown leaped down from the rocks and landed in front of the girl in pink:

"You've witnessed how quickly I've learned this palm technique. If I master the entire technique, I can infuse all my insights and understanding into your primordial spirit."

"At that time, your cultivation of the Heaven-Splitting Divine Palm will be as if divinely aided. As long as your magical power is profound enough, you will be able to master it in no time."

Upon hearing this, the girl in pink couldn't help but ask curiously:

"What kind of monster are you? You can learn such a difficult palm technique just by looking at it."

Zhuang Bu Ran said with a hint of helplessness:
"I don't know what kind of monster I am, but I have a lot of enemies who all want to kill me and call me a monster."

The girl in pink blurted out:

You have enemies too!

"It seems you and I are in the same boat. Because I have too many enemies, I wander around aimlessly, trying to learn various skills so that I won't be harmed by the enemies who are chasing me."

"Then you are too pitiful. I want to learn the 'Heaven-Splitting Palm' to avenge my parents."

“You should be the more pitiful one. My father died of old age, and my mother did not die, but was imprisoned. The person who was chasing me was my own uncle.”

"what?"

The girl in pink couldn't hide the shock on her pretty face:

"I feel you are more pitiful, being hunted down by your own family. If my grandmother treated me like that, I would be heartbroken."

"Alright, let's not compare our misery here." (White-haired, brown-clad youth)
"I won't learn your palm technique for nothing. I have two immortal peaches that can greatly increase your magical power."

After saying that, two fist-sized peaches appeared in his palm.

(End of this chapter)