Crossing the Great Desolation: The Biggest Golden Finger

When Nan Ji opened his eyes, he found the entire Xuanqing Peak unusually quiet.

"Master?"

"Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle?"

At this moment, Nan Ji hadn't put away the statue of his Ancestor Master. Instead, he was holding it, intending to show it off to his elders.

However, after Nan Ji walked around, he couldn't find any trace of the Three Pure Ones.

"Perhaps... they're busy!"

Unable to find them, Nan Ji went directly to the entrance of his own hall.

"Ah!"

Nan Ji looked at his hall door and smacked his forehead.

"Last time, I forgot to ask Master to name my palace. I must make him think of one when he returns."

With that, Nan Ji walked into the hall.

Inside, all sorts of furnishings were present. Each palace could be said to have been built with Nan Ji's utmost effort at the time.

When he walked straight to the innermost part, Nan Ji selected a slightly taller stone table and placed it in the center. Then, he found an incense burner, a tray, and cups, arranging them orderly around it.

"Right! I almost forgot about it!"

Nan Ji suddenly remembered something and walked outside. After a long while, he returned.

With a wave of his hand, a row of neat sandalwood incense sticks appeared on one side of the jade table.

Next, Nan Ji took out the statue of Ancestor Master Hongjun, respectfully placed it in the center of the stone table, and added several spiritual fruits. Then, he lit the sandalwood incense and bowed to Ancestor Master Hongjun, saying, "Please bless your disciple with peace and safety!"

Nan Ji performed the ritual with great solemnity. As he inserted the sandalwood incense into the jade burner, a wisp of smoke rose towards the nine heavens.

At that very moment, the sky suddenly rumbled, and a golden light descended into Nan Ji's hall.

And above the plaque at the hall's entrance, three large characters suddenly appeared.

Changsheng Hall.

If any powerful being who had listened to the teachings at Purple Heaven Palace were here, they would surely notice that the calligraphy was identical to that of the Purple Heaven Palace's plaque.

"Hiss..."

At first glance, Nan Ji saw the profound mystery within.

Not only did the calligraphy contain immeasurable Dao intent, but the entire palace was also permeated with an aura of profound mystery.

But what surprised Nan Ji even more were the two characters, Changsheng...

Although he had thought that if nothing unexpected happened, he would be conferred the title of Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole after the Investiture of the Gods.

But at this moment, he felt that his palace was far too conspicuous.

"Thank you, Ancestor Master!"

Nan Ji bowed to the statue of Hongjun in the hall and said.

The moment Nan Ji finished bowing and stood up, a vast amount of auspicious clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a powerful Heavenly Dao pressure descending.

Nan Ji stared intently at the sky and discovered that it had condensed into clouds of merit, covering the entire Kunlun Mountain.

All of a sudden, the great figures of the Great Desolation turned their attention to Kunlun Mountain, all curious as to who had attracted such a large expanse of merit.

After all, it hadn't been long since the Dao Ancestor had finished explaining the path of a Quasi-Saint, and one of the methods mentioned was to rely on Heavenly Dao merit to improve one's cultivation.

The vast clouds of merit began to surge towards Nan Ji's Changsheng Hall. As the clouds of merit churned, three waterfalls formed from them.

One fell onto the statue of Ancestor Master Hongjun, one fell onto Nan Ji's Changsheng Hall, and the third fell onto Nan Ji himself.

The moment the merit touched Nan Ji, he immediately understood.

It was the Heavenly Dao, moved by Nan Ji's actions, that had brought the divine path cultivation to the Great Desolation prematurely, thus bestowing a massive amount of merit.

As one-third of the merit poured into Nan Ji, he was illuminated by the merit, turning into a golden figure.

Nan Ji could even feel that if he absorbed all this merit, his cultivation would undoubtedly break through to the mid-to-late Quasi-Saint stage.

However, Nan Ji then thought of the future Calamity and condensed his own merit into a golden wheel of merit that hovered behind his head.

After all, as the cultivation of the Three Pure Ones steadily increased, there would be very few people who could threaten him.

But he feared that if, in the future, during a Calamity, some Saint or powerful being harbored ill intentions towards Nan Ji, this massive golden wheel of merit would surely make them extremely wary.

This was Nan Ji's understanding of the Great Desolation: high cultivation was not as good as having a good magic treasure, and having a good magic treasure was not as good as having a good background.

The pouring of this massive merit was not due to Hongjun's favoritism.

It was because as the sentient beings in the Great Desolation grew in number, the spiritual energy would inevitably become thinner. Divine path cultivation was the best solution.

After Nan Ji condensed the merit, he saw that Changsheng Hall stood out particularly, making his hall the most conspicuous on the entire Xuanqing Peak.

Upon closer inspection, this Changsheng Hall had also transformed into a Post-Heaven Merit Supreme Treasure because of this.

Although it couldn't compare to the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, which was formed with the merit of creation, it was still an invaluable treasure.

However, thinking that the golden light was still too dazzling, Nan Ji refined it and concealed the merit, turning it into an ordinary palace. At the same time, Nan Ji also concealed his own Golden Wheel of Merit.

Nan Ji was not one to show off, and the Three Pure Ones had not yet become Saints.

Developing low-key was the most appropriate.

Just as Nan Ji finished everything, he heard a noisy commotion from outside the hall, including the voices of Yuanshi and Tongtian.

"Third Brother, no matter what, you have to send them away today."

"Second Brother, you are allowed to take disciples, why can't I?"

"Even if you talk until the sky falls today, I will not let you take them."

Upon hearing this, Nan Ji inwardly thought it was bad and quickly ran towards the hall.

As expected, when Nan Ji arrived, he found seven new faces, including rabbits, monkeys, turtles, lions, and elephants, some of whom had not even fully transformed.

"Has Xuanqing Peak become a zoo?"

Looking at the group of creatures behind Tongtian, Nan Ji seemed to understand why his Master was angry.

Nan Ji felt extremely uneasy and managed to speak with difficulty, "Master... Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle."

Hearing Nan Ji's voice, the two who were at each other's throats immediately relaxed.

"Disciple..."

"Little Nan Ji!"

Yuanshi and Tongtian both looked at Nan Ji. Their gazes held joy and longing, which warmed Nan Ji's heart.

It seemed his position on Kunlun Mountain was still stable, and life was still beautiful.

But then, Laozi walked up to Nan Ji, patted his shoulder, and shook his head, saying, "You handle it."

With that, Laozi turned and left.

"Uh..."

Nan Ji seemed to have sensed something.

It felt as if life was no longer so beautiful.

Indeed, as Laozi left, Tongtian said to Nan Ji with indignation, "Little Nan Ji, tell me..."

As Tongtian described, Nan Ji understood.

It turned out that after the Three Pure Ones returned, Tongtian, on a whim, traveled to the East Sea and saw several creatures seeking the Dao from him.

Seeing that these creatures didn't even know how to transform, and thinking of how everything went smoothly for his Second Brother after taking in Nan Ji, Tongtian suddenly had the idea of taking disciples.

Just then, Yuanshi, as if sensing something in Kunlun, felt a twitch in his eyelid.

He calculated and found Tongtian's location.

How could Yuanshi sit still?

He quickly pulled Laozi and rushed to the East Sea.