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

Not going to fight? Giving all the magic treasures to your disciples? And expecting you to forget about them yourself?

What's the logic behind this?

But the Burning Daoists did not give them a chance to question it.

He raised the sect leader's command aloft, his voice resounding and powerful:

"By the decree of the Nine Realms, let all throughout history bear witness!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a strange change occurred.

A terrifying aura was brewing in the void.

The aura was ancient, vast, and irresistible, as if the entire world had opened its eyes in that instant.

Then, a bolt of lightning struck down fiercely.

Burning Daoist's body trembled violently, as if he had been hit head-on by a mountain, and he was instantly seriously injured.

His clothes were torn, revealing a lean body covered with old and new wounds, each one oozing blood.

"puff"

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, splashing onto the jade floor in a shocking sight.

"Sect Master!!"

"master!!"

Xiang Yuyin and Hei Zhu exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward to help him up.

Burning Daoist waved his hand, stopping them.

He ignored the horrified looks on everyone's faces, and simply raised his head, staring intently at the sky.

In the void, wherever the Burning Daoist's gaze fell, one after another, phantom images of tokens slowly emerged.

There are eight in total.

The eight illusory tokens, plus the physical token in the Burning Daoist's hand.

All nine orders were gathered together.

The nine tokens slowly rotated in the secret room, emitting a faint glow that cast an uncertain light on each horrified face.

"Nine orders?!"

"This matter actually triggered the Nine Decrees?!"

Someone gasped in shock, their voice trembling.

Those present were all core members of the Nine Realms Gate, so they naturally knew what these nine orders meant.

The Nine Realms Gate Master's Token is a unique magical artifact capable of traversing the past and future.

When holding the sect leader's token, if one issues orders in the name of the sect leader and is subject to a causal penalty.

Then, the eight other sect leaders from the past and future of the Nine Realms will witness and vote on the matter.

For every additional approval from the Nine Realms Gate Masters from other timelines who were invited to witness the event, an additional Nine Realms Gate Token would appear in the void.

Now, all nine orders have been gathered.

This means that all eight other sect leaders, past and future, agree.

Therefore, no matter how absurd or incomprehensible it may seem, this matter must be carried out.

With immense shock, this bizarre decision was quickly passed.

Seeing that his resolution had been passed, Burning Daoist swallowed a pill, and some color returned to his pale face.

He leaned back in his chair, watching the eight illusory tokens slowly dissipate in the void, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Why doesn't my Nine Realms Sect have something as useful as the Three True Moon Token?

Is it too painful to have to endure a causal penalty for every vote?

Chapter 37 Three Generations Converge

A century later, in 2020 AD.

East China Sea.

A speedboat cuts through the waves on the sea.

Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing stood at the bow of the boat, their scalps tingling.

That was their only feeling at that moment.

According to Aunt Bai, in order to compete for the artifact for proving the Dao at the end of the magic talisman, there are already nearly fifty powerful cultivators who have clearly stated their intention to participate in the battle.

Fifty great supernatural beings.

Of the three of them, only Aunt Bai possesses a genuine supernatural power.

Although Senior Zhao Yan and Senior Shangguan Xiao will also participate in the battle, the two of them together can only be counted as one at most.

In other words, the Three Immortals are going to use two great supernatural powers to fight against fifty people?

and......

Zhou Liuqing looked at Bai Xiaoxiao in front of her and took a deep breath:

I understand the logic.

"What do you mean you mean the main force in the battle is me and Xiao Xinglian?!"

"We're going to use some kind of supernatural power?!"

Bai Xiaoxiao looked at Zhou Liuqing's face, which was full of despair.

She finally couldn't hold back anymore, laughing until tears streamed down her face, bending over and unable to straighten up while holding onto the gunwale.

"How could we possibly send you directly to fight a great supernatural being?"

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and waved her hand:

"It's to send you to compete for that magical treasure."

The two were taken aback.

They vie for magical treasures, but avoid direct confrontation with powerful beings?

Duan Xinglian raised an eyebrow, a flash of inspiration striking his mind:

"Could there be some kind of restriction that only allows those below the level of Great Supernatural Power to enter that place?"

Bai Xiaoxiao nodded in satisfaction:

"To be precise, it is actually the overly strong magical reaction that will restart the weaving machine."

Zhou Liuqing frowned: "Restart? What do you mean?"

Bai Xiaoxiao sighed, her gaze falling on the distant horizon:

"According to reliable intelligence, the last time Hao Guang used the weaving machine was when..."

It seems they deliberately stopped the Thousand-Thread Weaving Machine, which was halfway through its operation, and disabled functions such as mana self-recharging.

She paused, her tone becoming more serious:

"If a powerful being were to approach, their unconscious, unleashed magical power might just restart the magic-weaving machine."

No one knows what the last batch of 36,000 magic talismans printed by that magic weaving machine were.

"If it were a spell for attack or destruction, my entire family would be wiped out on the spot."

"Therefore, no great master dared to be the first to try something new."

Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing exchanged a glance, both seeing a sudden realization in each other's eyes.

It turned out to be the case.

It's not that we can't go in, it's that we dare not go in.

Bai Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes, her gaze sweeping across the two faces:

"But a tree dies when transplanted, while a person thrives; they eventually came up with a solution."

"The solution is you youngsters."

She held up one finger:

"Let cultivators below the level of Great Divine Power enter northern Shaanxi and the Loess Plateau."

Find the weaving machine, remove the talisman paper from it, and you can safely bring the machine back.

"As for where the looms that were brought out belong, that's up to each person to decide who gets to use them."

"After all, although there are many weaving machines, there is only one main body. As long as you can grab the main body, you'll be fine."

Zhou Liuqing suddenly realized and nodded, but then frowned:

"So that's how it is."

"But even if Xinglian and I can bring the weaving machine back, it seems like the three of us still can't compete with it, right?"

Bai Xiaoxiao smiled slightly:

So we're on this ship.

She turned to look into the distance, where a huge outline was gradually emerging on the sea.

"We're almost there."

Bai Xiaoxiao looked at the huge island that was faintly visible in the distance, her tone casual:

"One of the creators of the weaving machine, the 'treasure' within Fu Bao's body, Penglai, the strongest supreme being of Wangchuan."

"He is also one of my Three True Guest Elders," he said, issuing a harsh statement.

She paused, then her smile deepened:

"Anyone who isn't afraid of death, come and take it."

the other side.