Western Lands, Spirit Mountain.
This place is still barren.
However, after years of hard work by Jieyin and Zhunti, it has condensed a lot of Annihilation's unique Daoist charm of detachment.
There is a faint golden Buddha light gestating in the silence of suffering.
Daoist Jieyin sat under the shadow of Twelve-petal Merit Golden Lotus, his expression becoming increasingly miserable.
But those deep eyes shone with wisdom that was completely different from the melancholy appearance and showed insight into the world.
Zhunti went to Longevity Mountain to hear the sermon but did not return. He sat alone in Spirit Mountain, silently Deduce Heavenly Secrets, sensing the drastic changes in Primordial Wilderness Fortune.
"Purple Mansion Continent is extinct, East King Duke is dead, Yao Race Destiny is rising again, Heavenly Court has become a trend."
Jieyin whispered in his heart, neither happy nor sad, "Witch Clan is favored by Earthly Dao, and Fortune is also rising. Karma is entangled between the two clans, and the evil spirit is permeating. The war is not far away."
His thoughts did not stop at lamenting Demon Clan's domineeringness or Witch Clan's tyranny.
Instead, he quickly turned to how to find a glimmer of hope and growth for the barren Western Lands in the coming huge waves.
"Great calamity, great calamity... the calamity contains fate.
Witch-Demon War, must be the greatest calamity since the beginning of the world. The heaven and earth will overturn, all living beings will cry blood, and the Karma and Karmic Force entanglement will break out. This is also... a good opportunity to reshape order and spread the Dao!"
Jieyin's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, "
I, Western Dao, emphasize Annihilation detachment and alleviate suffering.
In the midst of a great calamity, when all living beings are devastated and resentful souls are everywhere, this is the perfect opportunity to demonstrate the compassion of our religion, Jieyin Destined, and accumulate merit!
At that time, we may be able to save some of the remnants of the catastrophe and collect the ownerless Fortune, or even... if we do it properly, we may be able to get one or two Suppression of Destiny treasures from it, completing my Western Lands foundation!"
He thought further, "Di Jun and Tai Yi is ambitious and wants to rule all directions with Heavenly Court, and he will not allow other teachers to share his authority. Fortune."
However, its foundation is in the Demon Clan, and during the conquest, it is destined to be deeply evil, and it is difficult to truly benefit all living beings in Primordial Wilderness.
Especially those who are displaced and homeless in Witch-Demon War... This is my Western Lands opportunity!"
Jieyin began to quietly refine the plan in his heart: how to further consolidate Western Religious Sect meaning.
How to guide Zhunti in Longevity Mountain to obtain more "nutrients" that are beneficial to the development of Western Lands.
How to quietly plan when Witch and Demon conflicts intensify, and how to intervene in the most "appropriate" way when a catastrophe breaks out in the future.
Not only can we obtain the maximum benefits, but we will not get involved in the whirlpool prematurely and become the common enemy of Witch and Demon...
Revitalize the West, the road is long and difficult, but every step must be counted.
Northern Darkness Sea, Demon Master Palace.
This place is covered with black ice all year round and the wind howls. It is a deserted place where even the light seems to be swallowed up.
Deep in the palace, Old Ancestor Kunpeng sat cross-legged on the Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice jade couch, his whole body shrouded in the rich Northern Darkness Mystic Qi and the manic and restless Yao Qi.
His sinister face was now distorted with extreme anxiety, unwillingness and a trace of unconcealable fear.
Purple Mansion Continent's message, like a life-threatening charm, kept echoing in his mind.
"East King Duke... is dead! Both body and soul are destroyed! Even the Dragon Head Cane given by Dao Ancestor exploded!" Kunpeng's heart was twitching.
"Di Jun! Tai Yi! You are so ruthless! So perfect! This is for all those who have not surrendered yet and who have dissatisfaction! Especially... for me, Kunpeng!"
He Taiqing knows his situation.
In the past Zixiao Palace, he got a Hong Meng Purple Qi.
If you don't become a saint as soon as possible, it will become the biggest target of your sin!
"Sanqing is one, connected with the same energy, has a high level of cultivation, and has the legacy of World-Opening Merit, who dares to provoke it easily?
Although Jieyin and Zhunti and Western Lands were born in a poor family, they share the same goals and find it difficult to get along with each other.
Hong Yun... Hmph!
He seems to be alone, but he has made friends with Zhenyuanzi and Yinyang, and now he has even climbed up to Earth Dao Saint. His own cultivation level is also Peak Golden Immortal of the Origin. Who dares to touch him easily?"
"Only me, Kunpeng!" His eyes were bloodshot.
"Although I am alone, I have Northern Darkness foundation, but how can I compare with the Demon Clan Heavenly Court, Witch Tribe, Orthodox Xuanmen?
Di Jun and Tai Yi had already recruited me, but I rejected him.
Now they are on the verge of success. They must completely establish their authority, eliminate all potential threats, and more importantly... snatch Opportunity to become a Saint!
My name, Hong Meng Purple Qi, is the most tempting and easiest target in their eyes!"
The sense of crisis was like the coldest cold current at the bottom of the Northern Darkness Sea, soaking into his soul.
Di Jun and Tai Yi dares to kill even East King Duke, and doesn't even give Dao Ancestor the face to give him a treasure. How can he be soft on Kunpeng?
Once Heavenly Court is officially established, stabilizes its basic base, and frees up its hands, I am afraid that he will be the first to attack him, not only to seize the purple energy, but also to establish his prestige!
"We can't sit still and wait for death! Absolutely not!"
Kunpeng stood up suddenly, pacing back and forth in the cold palace, breathing violently.
"Enlightenment! I must comprehend the purple energy faster! If I can be one step ahead and get a glimpse of the path to becoming a saint, even...
Even if you only master the secrets of purple energy more deeply, you will have more capital to protect yourself and even fight back!"
He sat cross-legged again.
Desperately, he sinks his mind into the misty purple air.
However, Hong Meng Purple Qi is always looking at things in a fog, unable to truly reach the core, trying to forcibly break through that invisible barrier.
During the process, his mana was consumed violently, and his soul felt stabbing pains. This was the backlash and Dao Injury caused by forced enlightenment, but he could no longer care about it.
At the same time, an extremely calm, even somewhat cold thought emerged in the deepest part of his heart:
"Di Jun and Tai Yi is powerful and cannot be challenged head-on. If something cannot be done... Zi Qi may not be able to be saved.
But, I, Kunpeng, must not perish like this! I must leave a backup plan!"
He began to branch out from a very secret mind.
He no longer just focused on the purple energy itself, but began to deduce the origin of Northern Darkness, his own bloodline magical powers, and space escape methods...
How to give up part of the cost in the most extreme circumstances in exchange for a glimmer of hope, and even the possibility of a comeback in the future.
Demon Master Palace In the depths, some ancient and dangerous taboos Secret Method fluctuations that even he was usually cautious about began to quietly brew.
At the bottom of the Northern Darkness Sea, there is a turbulent undercurrent, which is more dangerous and unpredictable than the black ice storm that never stops.
Primordial World's time, Longevity Mountain's Daoist rhyme, Buzhou Mountain's military front, Kunlun Mountain's detachment, Western Lands's calculation, Northern Darkness's madness...
Various undercurrents intersect and collide on the ruins of the Purple Mansion Continent.
Together, we are pushing forward an era destined to be magnificent and full of blood and fire, towards a future that is unpredictable and whose fate is entangled.
Longevity Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple.
The Daoist sound of Lord Wanshouyuan gradually turns from grand exposition to subtle instructing, and then from subtle instructing to the lingering lingering resonance of heaven and earth.
In this way, he introduced Reincarnation Order, Earth's Virtue, and even the initial concept of "Earthly Dao detachment".
Like the silent spring rain that moistens things, it infiltrates into the inner Daoist fruits of all beings present.
There are no earth-shattering visions, no forced indoctrination of enlightenment, only a natural and natural realization and precipitation of the great truth.
When the last ripples of Tao Yun returned to calm in the quivering leaves of Four Symbols Plantain Tree, Lord Wanshouyuan slowly closed his eyes, and the whole body was as vast as the earth and as deep as Reincarnation The breath of Sage has also become invisible, as if it has turned into a simple statue again, integrating with the Plantain Tree behind him and the Longevity Mountain under his feet.
There was silence in the Daoist temple. But this silence was different from the initial solemnity. It was a kind of silence full of harvest, surging thoughts, and introverted Daoism. Countless listeners still sat cross-legged with their eyes closed, with different expressions on their faces, some were stunned, some were joyful, some were meditative, or some were filled with tears. They were all immersed in their respective Daoist harvests, savoring and consolidating the infinite wonderful principles gained from listening to the Tao for three thousand years.