The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

Is the practice of the Three Truths particularly special?

"In that case, it seems like you... can't teach me."

The scroll remained silent for a few seconds.

Xia Chuan laughed heartily, his voice shaking the heavens.

"No, that's not it. They used to cultivate under their master, so their cultivation level is still shallow."

Hai Shan tilted his head: "Then why did you say you'd take me with you on your cultivation journey?"

Xia Chuan's lips curled into a smile, his gaze deep and intense.

"Because a top-notch teacher recently came to Sanzhen."

Hai Shan's eyes lit up: "Oh? How top-notch is it?"

Xia Chuan looked at his palm, where two remnant souls could be vaguely seen slowly circulating.

"Are those with great supernatural powers enough to seek the Dharma?"

Hai Shan was dumbfounded, with only one thought in his mind:

Sanzhen is truly amazing!

Running away from home was definitely the right thing to do!

Chapter 36 Participation in the War

Meanwhile.

An internal meeting of the powerful figures of the Nine Realms Gate is underway.

The sect leader, Fen Dao Ke, with a deep scar on his forehead, sat in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Let's begin the report. What's been happening this month?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

"Yes."

The handsome young man sitting to his left stood up, holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hands, and bowed slightly to the crowd.

The eldest disciple of the Burning Daoist unfolded the bamboo slips before Yu Yin and said loudly:

"First, a highly powerful magical corpse is suspected to have appeared in Sanchuan Town."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

"Sanchuan Town?"

"Isn't that where the Forgotten River Academy was located a thousand years ago?"

"Could it be one of those two supreme beings?"

Whispers filled the secret room.

Everyone present knew of the Wangchuan Academy's reputation from a thousand years ago.

The two supreme masters of the academy are even more famous.

Xiang Yuyin sighed, her tone tinged with regret:

"But subsequent investigations revealed that the corpse appeared to have already died."

“There seems to be a trace of the Three Truths in this.”

The room fell silent for a moment.

"Three True Ones again?"

Someone frowned, their tone carrying an inexplicable sense of apprehension.

"And the three disciples of our sect with supernatural powers and physical corpses who were previously found to be in Xuzhou, the provincial capital, also perished tragically."

Xiang Yuyin continued, his gaze falling on the bamboo slips:

"The traces at the scene do not indicate who or what faction did it."

He paused, then looked up at the crowd:

"But judging from all aspects, it is highly likely that San Zhen did this."

The atmosphere in the sealed room grew even more tense.

The Taoist priest sighed, a sigh tinged with the感慨 of someone who had experienced many vicissitudes of life:

"Sanzhen."

He paused, as if recalling something from a long time ago:

"The Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the Eternal World has been gone for countless years, yet he still influences us today."

The meeting fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

It seems that even that name is a huge taboo.

Burning Daoist waved his hand: "Continue."

"Yes."

Xiang Yuyin responded and returned her gaze to the bamboo slips:

"Secondly, five drops of true blood from all walks of life fell simultaneously in Shaanxi."

"It is expected that a zombie horde of tens of thousands of ordinary corpses will form."

"It is speculated that it is related to the Jintai Pear Garden, which was wiped out by the Three Immortals a thousand years ago."

A hoarse voice came from the corner:

"Do you have any specific information about the seeker of this transformation?"

Xiang Yuyin sighed:

"I'm sorry, the specific target for transformation into a Dharma Corpse is still unclear."

"The events of a thousand years ago happened too suddenly, and few records of them have survived."

"The locations of their descent are very concentrated, suggesting that their rank in life was at least at the level of a mid-level supernatural being."

Hei Zhu, Xiang Yuyin's younger sister and the second disciple of Fen Dao Ke, lit up upon hearing this:

"Finally, some good news."

Burning Daoist glanced at the crowd, his gaze as steady as an abyss:

"In short, that's what has happened recently."

"You must keep your disciples in check and preserve your strength."

"We must not allow a repeat of what happened in Xuzhou, the provincial capital."

His voice suddenly turned cold:

"We are about to face a major battle."

The crowd was in an uproar.

How to wage war?

"Who dares to cause trouble for my Nine Realms Sect?"

The whispers turned into a noisy discussion.

The Taoist priest shook his head and sighed, "You will all know when the time comes."

He held out three fingers:

"The time is after March, and the location is in northern Shaanxi."

"We are vying for a priceless treasure, unprecedented in history, named the Myriad Paths Weaving Machine."

This strange explanation made everyone frown.

Three months later? Northern Shaanxi? A battle for a precious treasure?

Why can't we say it now?

And what exactly is this precious treasure?

Why is there only a name?

The Taoist priest offered no explanation.

With a serious expression, he slowly stood up, took out an ancient-looking token from his sleeve, and held it high.

The token was about the size of a palm, completely black, with an ancient "nine" engraved on the front and densely packed runes on the back, exuding a chilling aura.

"The sect leader's order is here!"

The voice of the Taoist priest, like a resounding bell, echoed in the secret chamber:

"I hereby make the following arrangements; execute them immediately without fail!"

Fen Daoke said one word at a time:

"First, those with great supernatural powers are not allowed to participate in the battle, and they are not allowed to leave the Nine Realms Gate after three months!"

"Secondly, all magical treasures and talismans within the sect shall be handed over to the disciple of the Central Divine Power."

"You must dedicate yourself to training your disciple for three months, but they must not break through to the intermediate-level Divine Power realm."

"Third, news of this battle must be kept secret. Once you leave this room, you must forget about it three months from now."

Everyone's expression changed.

The three orders were all stranger than the last.