The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 207 The World's Oldest Threat

The Lishan Old Mother, who was transformed from Nuwa, once said that she would teach Zhou Yan the Dharma. She stretched out her palm, and the wisp of innate energy from the Weaver Girl in Zhou Yan's hand wrapped around and fell into the Lishan Old Mother's hand.

This signifies the demise of a calamity.

It also represents the resentment, obsession, unwillingness, and cause and effect of the past thousands of years.

Zhou Yan saw a trace of pity in the eyes of the Old Mother of Lishan.

Such a sense of pity is vast and compassionate. Lord Zhou still does not understand what this emotion, which exists across the scale of a long period of time, is. The Old Mother of Lishan said, "Yes, that is it. I can teach you some small tricks."

"However, you need to eat something first."

The Old Mother of Lishan pointed at Zhou Yan, her eyes filled with a sense of helplessness.

Zhou Yan was stunned and said, "Me?"

"I'm not hungry."

The prefect declared that he was definitely not a good-for-nothing.

The Old Mother of Lishan beckoned and brought over some snacks with a gentle breeze. These snacks were not the same as those previously offered in front of Fuxi's spirit tablet; they were purely for replenishing vital energy. Even so, Zhou Yan felt an intense hunger when these snacks were placed in front of him.

He was so hungry that he almost fainted.

The triple hunger stemming from the self, the soul, and existence itself nearly made Lord Zhou faint.

Only after something was put into his mouth and transformed into a stream of breath did Zhou Yan's gradually darkening vision return to normal. The Old Mother of Lishan picked up a pastry and fed it to him, saying gently and helplessly:

"Is it Manjushri's great supernatural power? That guy doesn't even know the importance of using it properly. This kind of method was taught to you, but you don't know how to use it in moderation."

"How many incarnations did you just create?"

As she spoke, the Old Mother of Lishan picked up a pastry and stuffed it into Zhou Yan's mouth.

Lord Zhou wolfed down his food!
Whether sensing its own vitality or loss, it recovers once again.

The clicking sound of a certain memorial tablet was deliberately ignored.

Lord Zhou ate the pastries heartily, feeling himself gradually becoming 'full'. As he ate, he pondered for a moment, then replied, "Let me think? About three thousand? Or a little over three thousand?"

Two thousand four hundred altars were opened, followed by the Garbhadhatu Mandala of the Great Master Manjushri.

It's at least over three thousand.

"you……"

The Old Mother of Lishan seemed somewhat angry. She gripped her wooden cane and tapped it several times on Zhou Yan's head—not hard, but very crisp. It was a light tap, not harmful, and the gentle old woman's voice rose several octaves as she said:

"Several thousand?"

“Even Manjushri himself wouldn’t transform into so many incarnations at once. If it weren’t for the fact that the Zhongnan Mountain ley lines are currently favoring you, when you use this move, you would not even have a self anymore and would directly collapse into three thousand incarnations.”

Zhou Yan paused in his eating.

The Old Mother of Lishan pointed to his brow, poked it, and said:

"The technique of incarnation is a great supernatural power because it has great effects. However, the prerequisite for mastering and controlling this supernatural power is that you must be certain of your own existence. Otherwise, every ray of spiritual light in your body will turn into an incarnation."

"Too much differentiation weakens itself, and it will fall apart."

"From now on, do not use such unpredictable methods lightly!"

"Don't undergo so many changes all at once before ascending to immortality."

"Understood?"

After being reminded by the Old Mother of Lishan, Zhou Yan was somewhat frightened and obediently nodded in agreement.

All supernatural powers, methods, and strengths come with a price; yin and yang are in balance. Seeing Lord Zhou nod obediently, the expression on the face of the Old Mother of Lishan softened, and she fed him another piece of pastry.

Zhou Yan honestly wolfed down his food, slowly feeling the damage from overusing his great supernatural powers being gradually replenished.

Seeing his appearance, the Old Mother of Lishan was no longer angry and said:
"Eat slowly, eat slowly."

"There's more."

While eating, Zhou Yan recovered his strength and reflected on his experiences over the past period. He felt somewhat melancholy, realizing that his biggest weakness was his physical body. Whether he used supernatural powers or escape techniques, he would injure himself in the process.

They need the armor provided by Zhongyue to continuously replenish their life force and restore their health layer by layer.

This cannot be blamed on Lord Zhou.

His physique was already among the best of normal human cultivators.

It can eat, fight, and withstand attacks.

But now, whether it's top-tier supernatural powers or escape techniques...

It wasn't created based on the premise that the user is a human being of flesh and blood; the requirements for one's physical strength are simply outrageous.

Should we try to cultivate the Heavenly Human Dharma lineage as well?

As Zhou Yan chewed, he pondered this question. The Celestial-Human Lineage abandons the external release of magical power and instead uses it to strengthen the physical body. He had fought against a Celestial-Human Lineage practitioner before, and the opponent's combat ability was not weak, and their vitality was abundant, making them extremely difficult to kill.

In truth, even if one cultivates the Heavenly Human Dharma Lineage to the fourth rank, it might not be much more powerful than the recovery ability provided by the Zhongyue Armor.

Moreover, he himself is now the foundation of the four Dharma lineages.

The conditions for breaking through were already quite stringent. If the Heavenly Human Dharma Lineage were added, Zhou Yan wouldn't even dare to imagine how rigorous the cultivation would be to break through from the sixth rank to the fifth rank.

Zhou Yan abandoned the possibility of simultaneously cultivating the Heavenly and Human Dharma lineage.

However, physical training must be put on the agenda in any case.

Chew, chew.

The snacks made by Nuwa, or rather, the Old Mother of Lishan, are really delicious.

Zhou Yan was pondering how to resolve his physical problems when the Old Mother of Lishan smiled and said, "After practicing my little trick, you'll need a good boost. I'll go and make some simple food while you stay here to regulate your breathing and prepare."

At this moment, Bihen was taking a walk around to clear her head.

The death of the Weaver Girl was also a huge shock to her.

Li Pingyang then helped the Old Mother of Lishan chop firewood with her sword energy.

The petite Miss Li was staring at some paintings.

stare--

Miss Li's eyes were practically glued to these paintings.

She was a student of the painting master Wu Daozi, but when she was brought here, she saw the old woman's paintings and was immediately struck by them. She felt that the scenes on these scrolls were extremely mysterious and that the great way is simple.

Before she entered the Xuan Guan painting circle, she would only think that this was the work of a master.

But now that she has achieved the Xuan Guan rank through her painting skills, she feels the mystery of it all the more. It's like thousands of mountains and rivers are unfolding before her. Even if she can only glimpse some of the mysterious scenery, she is already mesmerized and reluctant to leave.

A kind voice said, "These are my elder brother's paintings."

Li Zhiwei was focused on the painting when someone spoke, startling her. She jumped forward half a step, her face pale. Turning around, she saw it was the kind-hearted old woman, patted her chest in relief, and said:

"It's you, Grandma."

The old woman smiled and said, "I'm so sorry to have startled you."

"No, no, it's just that I'm a coward."

Li Zhiwei exclaimed from the bottom of her heart, "Grandma's brother is truly amazing. I thought my teacher was the best painter in the world, but seeing this painting today, I realize that there are so many outstanding people in the world."

"It's this painting..."

Li Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, then didn't say so, because she noticed that although the contents of the paintings varied—some depicting majestic mountains and rivers, others snow-covered plains—there was always a woman in each painting. Sometimes she wore a green robe with cascading black hair; sometimes she wore a solemn black robe with gold patterns; sometimes she looked sorrowful, sometimes she smiled gently, as if all things in the world were surrounding this beautiful woman.

The scenery serves to highlight the people.

Li Zhiwei was a child who knew when to advance and retreat and how to maintain proper boundaries, so she didn't ask.

The old woman patted her head, looked at the painting for a long time, and said with a smile, "It's rare to find someone with such insight and talent in painting. I'm an old woman living here alone, and I'm quite bored. Since you're interested, take a look at it more."

Li Zhiwei nodded seriously, then examined the paintings.

Musician Jiang Huaiyin curiously examined a scroll of sheet music.

While the old woman chatted with Li Zhiwei, Zhou Yan ate and drank his fill, feeling a sense of 'spiritual fulfillment'. Despite having gone through a life-or-death battle, he was in an extremely good state.

He made a fist.

Magical power, vital energy, and essence flow and change.

It's somewhat like this: after a good meal and a good sleep, you open your eyes to find yourself in a light drizzle in the afternoon, feeling relaxed, serene, and content.

Even the excruciating pain that had previously made his body tremble had disappeared.

The pressure and cost of unleashing great power were also alleviated.

It's almost like the entire status has been refreshed.

Incredible. It is not a supernatural power, and there is no trace of magic, yet it is far more mysterious than those restorative supernatural powers.

"After all, you are a human, so you are definitely in your best condition here."

A listless voice came from the side. Zhou Yan looked over and saw that the white jade lion cat had returned at some point and was lying on the wall, looking listless with its tail drooping.

The white jade lion cat exudes a melancholy aura and a deep, unyielding sadness.

Zhou Yan asked, "Are you reminiscing about Manjushri?"

The white jade lion cat looked up at him.

That expression was the same one Zhou Yan had seen before, the one from the "Huai Min is not asleep" cat emoji.

"Missing him?!"

"I wish he could have gone through what I did!"

The white jade lion cat recounted its tragic story, and Zhou Yan suddenly realized that his morality was at odds with his sense of humor. He struggled to pinch his thigh to suppress his laughter and said:

"In that case, I'll find a way to turn you back later." The Mahayana Buddhist teachings of this white jade lion cat were still fresh in his memory when he fought with the peacock.

It can be considered as receiving a favor.

But the white jade lion cat's expression grew even more sorrowful.

"it's useless."

"what?"

The white jade lion cat looked up at the sky and sighed: "A severed finger can be reattached, and blood can be used to regrow, but only if the arm is gone. Manjushri, that scoundrel monk, is best at understanding cause and effect. He enlightens people with Prajna wisdom."

"Theoretically speaking, my ball is still growing in terms of the concept of 'cause and effect'."

Zhou Yan's lips twitched.

"Then you can feel it?"

The white jade lion cat said wistfully, "I don't want to feel them."

"why?"

The white jade lion cat sighed, sniffed, and began to recount the past: "Do you know? My left ball turned into a flying eagle, and my right ball turned into a fish."

"And eagles eat fish."

Zhou Yan fell silent. He didn't want to think about what the white jade lion cat would say next, but before he could react, his mind had already considered a terrible possibility.

The white jade lion cat wore a blank expression and said woodenly:
"From the perspective of time and the world, there are many eagles and countless fish. So, no matter how small or incredible the possibility may be, as long as the time scale is large enough, it is bound to happen."

"That's when my left ball eats the right ball."

Zhou Yan stumbled backward, suddenly feeling a little creeped out by the smiling monk.

The white jade lion cat sighed and said, "So..."

"I then severed the connection and discarded the memories from that time."

"I felt that feeling again—"

"I don't want something like that."

Zhou Yan initially felt sorry for the cat-headed creature, but after the cat-headed creature revealed what it had done, Zhou Yan felt that Manjushri Bodhisattva was still too compassionate.

This cat seems a bit too lively.

Suddenly, a clear, cold voice appeared in Zhou Yan's and the cat's ears:
"If it were me, I would turn your ball into a male cat, throw you among them, and keep you in a constant state of life until every spring, in a state of courtship and reproduction."

Zhou Yan: "…………"

White Jade Lion Cat: "…………"

Both the person and the cat gasped in shock.

The white jade lion cat hissed, "Who?!"

Zhou Yan gripped the Earthly Soul and Heavenly Collapse tightly.

Whose voice is that?
How utterly immoral!

The voice said lazily, "No need to look anymore. I am merely a spiritual mountain god protecting the courtyard of the Old Mother of Lishan. It is inconvenient for me to come out. That cat, that's you. You are forbidden to enter this place, otherwise—"

In the void, something viscous seemed to transform into two vertical pupils.

The cool voice was still laughing:

"I will show you what a price is."

The white jade lion cat rolled its eyes, fainted, and fell off the wall.

He fell outside the yard.

Zhou Yan raised his eyes and looked into the void. His white hair fluttered slightly. He sensed that something had changed in the courtyard of the Old Mother of Lishan. Everything began to fade, as if the world here had been peeled away, and the Old Mother of Lishan and the others seemed to be in another world.

Is it a barrier technique?

Zhou Yan saw the void in front of him condense and transform into a young man.

He was exceptionally handsome, with a pair of dark eyes that rippled with emotion.

The young man appeared in front of Zhou Yan, snatched the pastry from his hand, and ate it himself. Lord Zhou's eyes were calm as he watched the man before him, sensing his state of being neither alive nor dead, beyond the reach of the authority over life and death.

The young Taoist priest's heart was already churning with turbulent waves, yet his face remained as calm as a still lake.

With a calm expression, he removed his hand from the hilt of the Earth-Soul-Heaven-Shattering Blade and said:

"How should I address you?"

"Was he a magician from the pre-Qin period, or...?"

He looked at the handsome young man who tilted his head back and put the pastry in his mouth, and said:

"Fuxi, Xihuang?"

(End of this chapter)