Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 49 Merit Golden Lotus Seed

Maitreya has departed, and Skull Mountain has returned to tranquility.

Ma Yuan returned to the White Bone Cave and sat cross-legged on the cloud bed.

He did not immediately begin his seclusion, but instead, with a flick of his sleeve, took out the three golden lotus seeds given to him by Maitreya.

As soon as the golden lotus seed appeared, the entire cave was instantly enveloped in a pure, peaceful, and virtuous Buddhist aura.

These three lotus seeds were a golden-yellow color, about the size of a longan, with mysterious merit patterns flowing endlessly on their surface.

Simply by getting close, one can smell a refreshing and pleasant fragrance that clears the mind and dispels all worries.

“Eight Treasures Merit Pool Golden Lotus Seeds…” Ma Yuan murmured to himself.

This Eight Treasures Merit Pool is one of the two supreme treasures of the Western Sect for suppressing fortune. It was created by the Guide of the Way using a twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit as its foundation, supplemented by the power of immeasurable merit and great vows.

The water in this pool has the miraculous effect of washing away karma and purifying the true spirit.

The golden lotus seeds nurtured in the pond are supreme treasures that embody the essence of nature.

It contains a trace of pure innate merit and the energy of creation.

For cultivators, its greatest benefit is that it can nurture and replenish their own merits.

At the same time, it can greatly nourish the primordial spirit, making it more pure and refined.

To outsiders, this might just be a treasure for strengthening one's foundation and improving one's cultivation.

But for Ma Yuan, who possessed the merits of Heaven's Way.

This item, however, came at just the right time and has countless wonderful uses.

With a slight thought, the Golden Wheel of Heavenly Merit, which surrounded his primordial spirit like a golden canopy, slowly appeared.

With a flick of his finger, Ma Yuan sent the three golden lotus seeds into three streams of light, which silently merged into the Golden Wheel of Merit.

"Om-!"

In an instant, the golden wheel of merit shone brightly, and the mysterious light of merit flowing on it became even thicker and more solid.

The three golden lotus seeds, like fish entering water, slowly rose and fell in the golden wheel of merit, constantly absorbing and exhaling the energy of merit.

At the same time, a trace of even purer creative power emerged from the lotus seed, perfectly blending with the Golden Wheel of Merit.

Ma Yuan could clearly perceive that the connection between his primordial spirit and the Golden Wheel of Merit had become closer than ever before at this moment.

Nourished by this pure power, the primordial spirit felt completely relaxed and clear-headed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from its shoulders.

"Good."

Ma Yuan nodded in satisfaction and concealed the Golden Wheel of Merit.

He slowly closed his eyes, but what he recalled in his mind was the more than eight hundred years of discussing Tao with Maitreya.

For him, the gains from this discussion with Maitreya were far more than just confirming his own understanding of Taoism.

The Western mystical methods, with their eight hundred unorthodox approaches, though vastly different from the orthodox Xuanmen teachings, are still methods that directly lead to the Great Dao.

Maitreya manifests the Buddha-land in the palm of his hand and the six-syllable mantra.

One is to evolve the world and bring together the grand aspirations of all living beings.

Firstly, words become law, directly pointing to the origin of the law.

Behind these supernatural powers lies a unique understanding of the "world" and "all living beings," which forms a stark and profound contrast with his introspective path of self-discovery.

Stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade.

The fact that two future sages will both come from the West shows that Western Taoism is not without its merits.

These eight hundred years of discussions on the Dao were like opening a brand new window for Ma Yuan, allowing him to re-examine his own Dao from another perspective, and further refining and sublimating his already solidified Dao heart.

Eight hundred years of discussion on the Dao is far better than him working alone in seclusion for thousands of years!
"The time... may have come."

Ma Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and empty.

At this moment, he felt that his cultivation was perfect, his magical power was abundant, and his thoughts were clear.

The threshold leading to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm was now clearly presented before him.

He no longer hesitated for a moment. "Shiji, Ao Xuan, listen to my command!"

Ma Yuan's voice clearly echoed from the cave.

"From this day forward, Skull Mountain is closed! You all must guard the temple well and focus on your cultivation. Unless something truly terrible happens, do not summon me!"

"As you command, sir!"

Outside the mountain, Shi Ji and Ao Xuan's respectful response could be heard.

The next moment, the causal array that enveloped the entire Skull Mountain shone brightly, completely isolating the inner and outer secrets of heaven.

Inside the White Bone Cave, Ma Yuan closed his eyes again, focusing all his attention on the Yin-Yang Dao of differentiating the water and earth elements within his body.

He began his most crucial seclusion in his quest to attain the Taiyi Dao Fruit.

……

Meanwhile, in the extremely remote and desolate northern lands...

The Northern Sea, shrouded year-round by endless cold winds and dark seas.

A magnificent and solitary palace stands silently beneath towering waves.

This place is the Daoist temple of the demon master Kunpeng—the Northern Underworld Kunpeng Palace.

Although Kunpeng has now taken over the position of Demon Master in the Heavenly Court and holds a high position of power, he still prefers to stay in his cold and lonely Northern Darkness.

Deep inside the palace at this moment.

A Taoist priest dressed in a black robe, with a sinister face, a hooked nose, and hawk-like eyes, was sitting cross-legged.

It was none other than the demon master Kunpeng, who had returned from Zixiao Palace and had been in seclusion here ever since, studying what he had learned.

His aura was dark and unclear, and his powerful quasi-saintly pressure caused the entire space within the Northern Underworld Palace to become distorted and unstable.

After an unknown amount of time, Kunpeng slowly opened his eyes.

In those sharp, hawk-like eyes, a hint of amazement at the sage's wondrous methods flashed, but more than that, there was an uncontrollable resentment and malice!

"A sage! A sage!"

He growled in a low voice, his voice filled with resentment.

"Why! Why can the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa become saints! I, Kunpeng, am also a primordial saint born from the Northern Sea. In terms of origin and comprehension, in what way am I inferior to them?!"

How unfair is the law of heaven!

A trace of resentment arose in his heart.

The Styx Ancestor, who also lived in the northern wilderness and the Netherworld Blood Sea, was born with two supreme weapons, Yuan Tu and A Bi, and possessed a top-tier defensive spiritual treasure, the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus.

And what about himself? Apart from the empty Beiming Kunpeng Palace, he didn't have a single top-tier innate spiritual treasure worth mentioning!

He then thought of Di Jun and Tai Yi, who resided high above the Thirty-Three Heavens!

Those two hairy beasts are nothing more than three-legged golden crows born from the sun star; their origins are not necessarily much more noble than mine!
But they have supreme treasures like the Hetu Luoshu and the Chaos Bell to protect them!

Otherwise, why would Kunpeng be willing to submit to others and become a demon master in name only?

It's not impossible for him to sit on the throne of the Demon Emperor!

What he couldn't let go of the most was the hatred he felt over the usurpation in Zixiao Palace!
He managed to snatch a sage's prayer mat with great difficulty, thanks to his speed and skill!
Just when the foundation for sainthood was right before their eyes, that damned good-natured Hongyun, together with the Three Pure Ones and others, forced them to get up.

The holy throne has thus fallen into the wrong hands!
Nowadays, Fuxi is only able to be named Emperor Xi in the Heavenly Court because his sister Nuwa obtained a holy position. His status is even higher than that of himself, the demon master who has made great contributions to the demon race!
All of this tormented his Dao heart, which was already filled with resentment!
"Red Cloud... Red Cloud!"

Kunpeng gritted his teeth as he muttered the name.

"You caused me to lose my holy position, yet you yourself gained a wisp of primordial purple energy! How unjust is the way of Heaven!"

His sinister eyes were filled with murderous intent.

A sinister and insane idea quietly rose in his mind.

"The Primordial Purple Qi is the foundation for becoming a saint... Since Heaven is unjust, then I, this humble Daoist, will take back this justice myself!"

(End of this chapter)