The Three Teachings Converge into One: The Path of the Mortal and the Saintly is the Same

Poetry:

The ancient wilderness is filled with malevolent demons, and the withered corpses of the dead weep in the evening wind.

Old grudges are hard to quell, and we are exhausted; new souls still await mending the heavens.

Meteor Plains, a famous ancient battlefield in the middle layer of the Celestial Realm.

Legend has it that this place was a giant crater created by a meteorite falling from the sky in ancient times.

Over the years, it has formed a vast wilderness covering tens of millions of square miles.

The land is dark red and as hard as iron due to the presence of strange meteorite iron.

No grass grows.

Only countless bizarrely shaped, enormous meteorites were scattered among them.

The area appears particularly desolate and bleak due to the relentless black winds that blow year-round.

At this moment, Meteorite Plains has been transformed into a hellish realm...

The originally dark red earth was now soaked with even more glaring blood, making it sticky and unbearable.

Torn banners, broken ritual implements, charred corpses—

Disciples of the three religions and demonic soldiers can be seen everywhere.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and burning.

And... that nauseating demonic energy.

The wind howled, whipping up blood-red sand and dust.

It was as if countless souls were weeping.

In the middle of the field, on a relatively high stone slope,

The remaining allied forces of the three religions are forming a huge...

A defensive circle whose light flickers intermittently.

There are still nearly 100,000 disciples in the circle, but everyone is injured and weak.

Many disciples have exhausted their immortal essence and can only barely survive with the help of elixirs.

His eyes were filled with exhaustion, despair, and a final trace of unwillingness.

Outside the defensive perimeter lies a vast, seemingly endless sea of ​​demonic soldiers!

They come in all shapes and sizes, some grotesque and ugly, others illusory and distorted.

But they all exuded an aura of bloodlust and madness, uttering incomprehensible roars.

They kept assaulting the crumbling defenses.

Qingbing, Konghe, and Huiming stood on a boulder at the core of the defensive perimeter.

Their clothes were stained with blood, and their hair was disheveled...

He was no longer the ethereal and dignified figure he once was.

Only half of the whisk remained in Qingbing's hand.

Kong He's Confucian hat has disappeared.

Huiming's robe had several large holes in it.

The three of them watched as the demonic soldiers surged in from the outside like a tide.

Looking at that densest mass in the sky, radiating...

The demonic cloud, which exerted a terrifying pressure that made their souls tremble, turned ashen-faced.

"It's over...it's all over..." Kong He murmured, his lips trembling.

"We...are all sinners!"

If it weren't for the fact that the three of them were not convinced of each other's abilities, their command was chaotic, and they were greedy for credit and acted rashly.

Furthermore, due to sectarianism and mutual obstruction, a million-strong allied army of the three religions...

How could we have lost 90% of our strength in just over ten days and been forced into this desperate situation?

Qingbing gripped the broken whisk tightly, her knuckles turning white, her eyes bloodshot.

He looked at his personal disciple, Daoist Yunqing, who was not far away.

Yun Qing's left arm was severed at the shoulder, and the hastily bandaged wound was still bleeding.

His face was ashen, yet he still stood before the group of Taoist disciples, sword in hand.

He stared intently at the demonic soldiers ahead.

Just now, in order to save several Buddhist disciples who were surrounded by demon soldiers...

Yun Qing risked his life, only to be ambushed by a demon general and lose an arm.

The Buddhist disciples who were rescued all looked at Yun Qing with gratitude and remorse.

"Master," Yun Qing turned her head and gave Qing Bing a bitter smile, her voice clear and cold.

"This disciple... may have to depart first. I only regret..."

"I only regret that I haven't been able to see the day when the three religions truly unite as one..."

He had followed Qingbing the longest and knew deeply about his master's inner turmoil.

However, they also witnessed firsthand the painful lessons brought about by sectarianism.

Upon hearing this, Qingbing felt as if her heart was being torn apart, and tears almost welled up in her eyes.

He suddenly looked at Huiming, then at Kong He, and hissed:

"Brother Kong, Master Huiming! Even now, can't you see clearly?"

I made a mistake! A huge mistake!

What about lineage, what about ancestral rules? In the face of life and death,

"In the face of demonic calamity, all of that is utter nonsense!"

"If we had listened to Su Qingxuan's words earlier and the three religions had worked together, things wouldn't have come to this!"

It was our stubbornness that caused the deaths of these 900,000 disciples!

His voice was mournful and full of regret.

Kong He and Huiming trembled violently, their lips moved but they could not utter a word.

Looking at the disciples around him, his eyes held a mixture of despair and a glimmer of hope.

Looking at the corpses of those fellow disciples who died needlessly due to poor teamwork.

The last vestige of their stubbornness completely crumbled...

"Amitabha... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Huiming closed his eyes.

Two streams of murky tears slid down her cheeks.

"What's the use of saying all this now..." Kong He lowered his head dejectedly.

Just then, the thickest demonic cloud in the sky began to churn violently.

A vast, cold, and endlessly malicious thought.

Enveloping the entire meteorite plain:

"Struggling ants, the game is over. I will personally send you on your way."

The demonic clouds parted, revealing a figure a hundred feet tall, clad in dark, ferocious bone armor.

A terrifying demonic figure, with its head bearing massive, curved horns and its face hidden behind churning demonic energy, slowly revealed itself.

It is none other than the supreme leader of this demonic tide—the Dark Lord!

Its aura was vast and boundless, far surpassing that of a Golden Immortal.

It is none other than the Great Demon Realm!

Behind him, more than a hundred Golden Immortal Demon Generals lined up, their murderous aura soaring into the sky.

The Dark Lord slowly raised his hand, revealing a being formed from pure darkness.

A colossal hand, covered in eerie demonic patterns, took shape in the sky.

With the force of destruction, it marched toward the last defensive perimeter of the three-religion alliance.

Slowly press down...

Even before the giant hand arrived, its terrifying pressure had already caused the defensive light shield to distort violently.

He let out a groan of unbearable burden.

Countless disciples within the circle were forced to their knees, spitting blood.

Those with lower cultivation levels fainted immediately.

"It's over..." Qingbing gave a bitter laugh, exchanging glances with Kong He and Huiming.

All three saw the resolve in each other's eyes.

They simultaneously ignited their last primordial immortal essence, preparing for a desperate attack.

To fight for the last glimmer of hope for their disciples, a hope that might never even exist.

Daoist Yunqing staggered a step and stood in front of Qingbing.

His only remaining right hand gripped the longsword tightly.

The sword trembled, its eyes filled with regret, but without fear.

At this critical moment, when the disciples of the three religions were in utter despair...

"Demon, cease your madness! Disciples of the Three Ones Palace, follow me to our aid!"

A clear, long whistle rang out, like a resounding bell or a dragon's roar from the heavens.

Carrying the pure and righteous true meaning of the three religions, it roared from the distant horizon.

It instantly tore through the sky above Meteor Plains, filling it with oppressive demonic atmosphere and despair!

Immediately following, a dazzling, three-colored rainbow bridge stretched across the sky.

Breaking through the layers of demonic clouds, it illuminated the dim Meteor Plains.

Above the Rainbow Bridge, Su Qingxuan's purple-patterned immortal robe fluttered in the wind.

The chaotic Daoist aura flowed endlessly around him.

His expression was solemn, his gaze sharp as lightning, fixed on the descending, dark giant hand.

To his left and right, Lin Wanqing held the Spring and Autumn Annals, her righteous spirit rising like the sun.

Xiao Lingxi held the Purple Cloud Alchemy Furnace in her hands, with array runes surrounding her body;

Xiao Lingyue stood on a lotus platform, bathed in Buddhist light like moonlight.

The crimson-tasseled demon-slaying spear points to the sky, the battle aura of soldiers congeals like smoke from a wolf's lair...

Behind the five, 30,000 disciples of the Sanyi Palace stood in neat battle formation.

Although their numbers were far fewer than the demon soldiers, their soaring fighting spirit was immense.

A refined aura, a perfectly unified formation.

It was like an invincible sword, piercing straight into the heart of the battlefield!

"It's True Lord Su...it's reinforcements from the Three Ones Palace!"

"We're saved... Lord Su Zhenjun has arrived!"

The three-religious alliance, in dire straits, was like a drowning person.

Grasp the last straw.

An earth-shattering cheer and scream erupted.

The previously low morale was instantly ignited!

Qingbing and the other two looked at the figure that seemed to have descended from the heavens like a divine warrior.

Looking at those disciples of the Three Ones Palace who they had once looked down upon and ostracized.

But now he appeared like a savior, and my heart was filled with extreme complex emotions.

Shame, regret, gratitude, shock... words cannot express it.

Su Qingxuan seemed oblivious to the cheers and stares below.

His entire focus was locked onto the dark demon lord and the descending giant hand.

"Li Changfeng!"

"Disciple is here!"

"Lead the troops to deploy the Four Symbols Battle Formation and receive the remnants of the allied forces into the battle!"

Zhou Ruolin, immediately treat the seriously injured!

Qian Duoduo used Buddhist teachings to help Xiao Lingyue purify the demonic atmosphere and stabilize the situation!

Sun Bushao, Chu Lingxiao, and Chu Yunfan led their troops to form a spearhead formation with the red tassels.

Block the first wave of the demon soldiers' attack!

Wanqing, Lingxi, help me set up the Three Realms Returning to Origin Formation to resist the Demon Lord's oppressive power!

The series of instructions were clear, decisive, and extremely swift.

A century of mutual understanding and trust has made the disciples of Sanyi Palace obey orders without question.

They scattered instantly, each performing its own task.

Li Changfeng pointed his longsword, and the disciples of the Sanyi Palace moved swiftly.

The phantom images of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise appeared out of thin air.

They intertwined to form a vast, radiant array covering several miles in radius.

This will allow them to fill the gap in the original defensive perimeter of the three-religion alliance.

The array diagram embodies the meaning of endless life; once you enter it,

The allied forces disciples immediately felt a significant reduction in pressure, and their disordered breathing began to stabilize.

Zhou Ruolin waved her delicate hand repeatedly, and countless jade bottles filled with various kinds of pills appeared...

Flying towards the seriously wounded coalition soldiers.

At the same time, she used her hydrotherapy skills, releasing streams of spiritual energy like clear springs.

It nourishes the parched veins of the injured.

Qian Duoduo and Xiao Lingyue stood side by side as chanting and Buddhist prayers resounded.

The gentle and peaceful light of Buddha spread like a tide.

Wherever it passed, the corrupting demonic energy hissed and quickly dissolved.

The fear and despair in the hearts of the Allied soldiers were quickly soothed.

With a sharp tug on his crimson-tasseled silver spear, he roared, "Wedge formation, activate!"

Sun Bushao roared, his muscles bulging, like a ferocious humanoid beast...

Along with the brothers Chu Lingxiao and Chu Yunfan, the Three Enclosures of Heaven, Earth, and Man, Chen Yuan…

Together with dozens of disciples most skilled in attacking fortified positions, they instantly formed a sharp triangular formation.

The arrowhead formation, which had been advancing, paused briefly upon the arrival of Su Qingxuan and his group.

Then, an even more frenzied vanguard of demonic soldiers surged forward and crashed into it!

"Boom!" Blood splattered!

The red-tasseled spear flashed like a dragon, and Sun Bu Shao's fists were like heavy hammers.

The Chu brothers, wielding the three elements of Heaven, Earth, and Man, their swords gleaming like wheels.

Disciple Chen Yuan, along with Ling Xue, Shen Tao, and others from the Scattered Immortals Alliance, displayed their unique skills.

The wedge formation, like a red-hot dagger, pierced into the butter.

In an instant, it tore a huge gap in the formation of the demonic vanguard.

Limbs and severed arms flew everywhere.

Although there were many demon soldiers, they were adept at dealing with this battle formation and worked together seamlessly.

Moreover, each of them was an elite member of the Three Palaces with considerable cultivation.

They were thrown into complete disarray for a moment.

High in the sky, Su Qingxuan, Wan Qing, and Ling Xi had already set up the Three Realms Returning to Origin Formation.

The phantom images of the three supreme treasures—the Spring and Autumn Annals, the Mountain and River Seal, and the Bodhi Spirit Wood—floated within the formation.

The golden, blue, and white Daoist auras intertwined like a curtain of light.

It transformed into an incredibly solid, three-colored giant dragon.

They faced the enormous, dark hand that had pressed down on their heads.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!" The Dark Demon Lord sneered, accelerating the downward pressure of his giant palm.

"boom--!!!"

The three-colored light curtain collided violently with the giant dark hand!

An indescribable roar, accompanied by an energy storm sweeping in all directions.

Space shattered inch by inch like glass...

Su Qingxuan's body trembled violently, he groaned, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But his feet seemed rooted to the ground, remaining completely still.

Wanqing and Lingxi also turned pale, but gritted their teeth and poured their immortal energy into the great formation continuously.

The three-colored dragon trembled violently, yet firmly held onto that earth-shattering palm strike.

It stood a thousand feet above the heads of the allied forces and the disciples of the Three Ones Palace!

It's blocked!

Su Qingxuan, a peak Golden Immortal, used the Three Talents Returning to Origin Formation to...

It actually blocked the Great Luo Demon Lord's attack!

This scene deeply shocked everyone on Meteor Plain.

The Allied troops were stunned, then erupted in even louder cheers and fervor.

Qingbing and the other two were deeply shaken. They asked themselves,

Even if the three of them joined forces, there was absolutely no way they could withstand the Demon Lord's palm strike!

Su Qingxuan's strength and his application of the doctrine of the unity of the three religions...

Has it really come to this?!

A red glint flashed in the Dark Lord's eyes, as if he too was slightly surprised:

"Interesting. A fusion of the three religions? No wonder the aura is so unpleasant."

"But you think you can stop me with this? An ant is still just an ant!"

He no longer held back; the demonic patterns on his giant palm shone brightly, his power surged, and he roared:

"Demon General, heed my command! Attack with full force and crush these insects!"

More than a hundred Golden Immortal Demon Generals received their orders and each led their elite demon soldiers.

From all directions, like a black tsunami, a frenzied attack was launched against the Four Symbols Battle Formation, which had just stabilized its position!

At the same time, the Dark Lord raised his other hand.

Another, even more solid, dark giant hand took shape, and both hands shot out simultaneously.

It slammed down hard on the Three Talents Returning to Origin Formation!

The pressure has increased dramatically!

Su Qingxuan and the two women faced increasing pressure, and even the three-colored dragon could not withstand the pressure.

It transformed into a three-colored light curtain that flickered violently.

It makes a teeth-grinding crunching sound.

Below, the demonic soldiers charged forward relentlessly,

This also puts the Four Symbols Battle Formation under tremendous pressure.

Although the disciples of the Three Ones Palace were fierce and brave

Some remnants of the Allied forces recovered in the lines and joined the defense.

But the number of demon soldiers was simply too great, and they could not be killed off completely.

The elite troops of Sanichi Palace began to suffer casualties...

A disciple of the Three Ones Palace named Chen Song came from a small cultivation family in the Lower Three Heavens.

He admired the unity of the three religions and went through many hardships to be admitted to the Trinity Academy.

He was skilled in earth-based magic and was currently holding his ground with several other disciples.

Several demon generals set their sights on this place and launched a joint attack.

Chen Song roared, mobilizing all his immortal energy to condense several thick stone walls to block the way.

However, the demon general's attacks were fierce, and the stone walls shattered one after another.

Finally, a jet-black demonic blade pierced through his defenses and plunged into his chest.

Chen Song froze, looking down at the demonic blade that had pierced through his chest.

He looked up again at his fellow disciples who were fighting fiercely in the midst of the battle.

An awkward smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

With his last ounce of strength, he detonated several lightning talismans in his arms:

"Master...this disciple...has not disgraced the Three Palaces..."

With a deafening roar, he perished along with the demon generals and soldiers.

Flesh and blood merged into the scorched earth of the meteorite...

Not far away, there were twin sisters from the Scattered Immortal Alliance.

The elder sister, Han Shuang, and the younger sister, Han Xue, stood back to back facing their enemy.

The sisters, with their hearts in sync and their swordsmanship combined, possessed double the power and had already slain dozens of demon soldiers.

However, one of the demon soldiers is skilled in stealth and ambush.

He launched a sudden attack while the frost was exhausted.

Hanxue noticed and cried out, "Sister, be careful!"

Without hesitation, he turned and lunged forward, using his body as a shield to block the fatal blow.

The demonic blade pierced through Han Xue's body, and she collapsed into her sister's arms.

Blood stained the white clothes.

"younger sister!"

The frost let out a heart-wrenching cry.

Hanxue looked at her sister, trying to smile, her voice barely a whisper:

"Sister...don't cry...following Palace Master Su...walking the righteous path...is truly wonderful..."

Her jade-like hand fell limply to her side.

By this time, the demons had surrounded Frost. She looked up to the sky and howled, her eyes bloodshot.

He charged into the demon horde like a madman, but eventually collapsed from exhaustion alongside his sister...

Chen Yuan and Shen Tao were engaged in battle when they were surrounded and attacked by five demon soldiers.

The two had practiced together many times at Trinity Palace and were already working seamlessly together.

Although the beginning was fraught with danger, the demonic soldiers were never able to break through.

Until one of their clashes, Shen Tao shielded Chen Yuan from a sneak attack from the flank.

His left ribs were eroded by demonic energy, causing his movements to falter.

Chen Yuan's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, forcing back the demonic soldiers in front of him, then turned around and hugged Shen Tao.

Shen Tao's face quickly turned ashen, but he forced a smile and said:

"Brother... don't worry about me... hold the line..."

Before he could finish speaking, his heart was already being eroded by demonic energy.

Chen Yuan let out a mournful roar and gently placed Shen Tao inside the relatively safe formation.

He turned around, tears of blood streaming from his eyes, alone with his sword.

Like a mad tiger, he charged towards the five demonic soldiers.

He ultimately perished along with three of them...

Ling Xue rampaged through the demon horde, killing countless demon soldiers.

Despite being covered in wounds, he fought on relentlessly.

To save a young Buddhist disciple who was surrounded,

She was surrounded alone and fought a bloody battle...

Finally exhausted, with countless demonic blades piercing its body, it still stood upright like a pine branch before it broke...

Ling Xue was not tall, but she possessed a lean and muscular strength.

That was shaped by years of sword cultivation—

The curves of the shoulders and waist are tightly bound, resembling a scimitar sheathed.

Beneath its suppleness lies an unquenched sharpness.

She didn't fall with a thud when she collapsed.

Instead, like the last maple leaf of autumn, it slowly tilts to the side...

……

While distributing medicine, Zhou Ruolin used water magic to treat the wounded.

His spiritual energy was greatly depleted, and his face was as pale as paper.

Dozens of peak Golden Immortal demon generals broke through the outer perimeter and rushed straight to the treatment point where she was located.

It seemed that Zhou Ruolin was in a hopeless situation.

The Three Enclosures of Heaven, Earth, and Man; Three Golden Immortals of the Sword Sect

He decisively broke through the encirclement and joined the battle in an instant.

Three veteran Golden Immortals battled against dozens of demon general Golden Immortals.

This battle raged on until the sky darkened.

The three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man are in perfect harmony, their thoughts interconnected and working in perfect coordination.

The dozens of demon generals had the advantage of numbers, and for a time the battle was evenly matched...

As the person in charge, Li Changfeng is under the greatest pressure.

He commanded with unwavering resolve; wherever his sword flashed, demonic soldiers were sure to fall.

However, there were simply too many demon soldiers, and the formation was in dire need of attention in many places, leaving him unable to spare the time.

He watched as familiar junior brothers and sisters fell under the demonic weapon's blade.

My heart is breaking, but I can only transform my grief into an even sharper sword intent.

He knew that the battle had reached a dead end, and the only option was to fight to the death.

From the air, Su Qingxuan took in the entire scene of the fierce battle below.

The sacrifice of each disciple was like a sharp blade piercing his heart.

Chen Song's bravery and the deep sisterly bond amidst the cold snow and frost.

The unwavering bond between Chen Yuan and Shen Tao, the tragic heroism of Ling Xue…

These vibrant lives, these disciples he personally taught and on whom he placed his high hopes...

They are all passing away one by one...

Boundless grief, rage, and the unwavering belief to protect it to the death.

It was surging and boiling in his chest like a volcano!

The Dark Lord's palms grew heavier and heavier, and the light of the Three Talents Returning to Origin Formation had dimmed to its extreme.

Both Wanqing and Lingxi were injured and vomited blood.

Su Qingxuan himself was also experiencing internal organ turmoil, and his immortal energy was being rapidly depleted.

He knew that if things continued like this, the formation would collapse and everyone would die within half an incense stick's time!

Just then, another strange change occurred below.

Qingbing's disciple, Daoist Yunqing, met with his master and the two elders.

They wanted to burn their very essence for one last desperate attempt.

Once again, Su Qingxuan fought against the Demon Lord alone, while the disciples of the Three Ones Palace were killed and wounded in droves.

A surge of anger and guilt rushed to the top of my head.

He shoved aside his fellow disciples who tried to stop him, his only remaining right hand holding the sword.

He poured all his remaining immortal essence, and even the very source of his life, into the sword.

It transformed into a dazzling blue rainbow, without hesitation.

It charged toward the Dark Demon Lord, who was confronting Su Qingxuan.

He wanted to fight for Su Zhenjun, even for a fleeting moment.

"Yunqing...no!" Qingbing cried out in a hoarse voice.

"How dare ants attack the heavens?" The Dark Demon Lord didn't even glance at them.

A wisp of demonic energy separated and transformed into a whip, lashing towards Yun Qing.

This single whip strike was enough to obliterate Yun Qing, a Golden Immortal in the early stages, both in body and soul.

Just as the whip was about to reach her body, a resolute glint flashed in Yun Qing's eyes.

Instead of dodging or avoiding, it accelerated, channeling all its power...

Even their divine souls suddenly gathered and exploded with a roar!

"Boom!" A blinding blue light exploded in front of the Demon Lord.

Although it failed to damage its core, it did cause its demonic energy to stagnate slightly.

The two massive, pressing hands showed a very brief moment of loosening.

It was this slight loosening!

Su Qingxuan saw it!

I saw the unwavering look in Daoist Yunqing's eyes before his self-destruction.

Seeing Qingbing's agonizing expression below,

I saw more disciples of the Allied Forces and disciples of the Trinity Palace.

The scene of fighting bravely and sacrificing themselves under the demonic blade!

I also saw the Three Jewels, because I sensed his overwhelming protective spirit.

The sentiment of compassion, and the ultimate understanding of "benevolence," "tranquility," and "compassion."

And it emitted an unprecedented resonant tremor!

The ancestors' entrustment, the parents' expectations, and the deep affection of the four daughters.

The loyalty of the disciples, the blood of the three sects, the lives of all living beings...

Everything converged, collided, and sublimated within his Dao heart...

"Where does my path lie?!"

It is:

With a severed arm, he lit a lamp to illuminate the cold night; he sacrificed his life solely to repay the divine truth.

The true path to enlightenment, forged through countless trials, lies not in empty talk but in the blood and sweat of those who follow it.