Kunpeng was shocked when he heard this.
He raised his eyes and looked at Xuandu. In the depths of those blue eyes, there was a hint of bitterness that could not be concealed.
"Vice Sect Master Mingjian."
He spoke, his voice hoarse:
"Disciple is trapped in Quasi-Saint Peak and has lost hundreds of millions of dollars."
"I thought the road ahead was cut off and there was no hope of further progress."
"Listening to Vice Sect Master's sermon today, I realized that Hunyuan Dao does not need Heavenly Dao's approval, Primordial Violet Qi does not need Primordial Violet Qi, and Sage Fruit Position is not needed."
"As long as you understand the law, Temper Oneself, you can Attained Hunyuan."
"But disciple..."
He paused, his eyes darkened:
"Disciple has Sever Three Corpses, has certified Quasi-Saint."
"The three corpses have been killed, and all the power of the law has been integrated into the incarnations of the three corpses."
"There is no more foundation of law in the flesh."
"Now even if I want to go back Hunyuan Dao, there is no way out."
Fuxi stood beside him, silent.
But the sadness in those eyes was deeper than Kunpeng.
Why isn't he?
Sever Three Corpses, certified Quasi-Saint, billion dollar society practice.
The power of the law has been integrated into the three corpses.
The body is empty, but the foundation is set.
Even if I want to go Hunyuan Dao, I can't start.
Xuandu looked at the two of them, looking at the two disappointed faces, his eyes as calm as water.
He spoke slowly, his voice not high, but with a trace of undisguised sarcasm:
"This is Method of Severing Three Corpses passed down from Dao Ancestor Hongjun."
"It sounds mysterious, but it's actually a dead end."
Kunpeng pupils shrink!
Fuxi looked up suddenly!
Dead end?
Vice Sect Master What does this mean?
Xuandu looked at them, his eyes as deep as an abyss.
"Did you know that Sever Three Corpses To Prove Dao needs a magic weapon to entrust the three corpses?"
Kunpeng nodded:
"Disciple knows."
"Good thoughts, bad thoughts, and self are all entrusted with a piece of Innate Spiritual Treasure. Kill all three corpses and combine the three treasures into one, then you can Attained Hunyuan."
Xuandu shook his head slightly:
"But do you know that those three magic weapons must have the same origin?"
Kunpeng was stunned.
Same origin?
What is the same origin?
Xuandu looked at him and spoke slowly:
"The three magic weapons must come from the same origin, be connected with each other, and be connected with the Tao."
"In this way, after the three corpses are killed, the three treasures can be combined into one, and the law can be restored to oneself."
"If they are not of the same origin, the three corpses will be three corpses. They will do their own thing and will never be able to merge."
"If the three corpses are not melted, there will never be a day of enlightenment."
"This is the foundation of Sever Three Corpses To Prove Dao and the biggest threshold."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kunpeng's face turned as pale as paper!
He stared at Xuandu, his lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.
Same origin.
The three magic weapons must have the same origin.
But when he Sever Three Corpses, he used three unrelated Innate Spiritual Treasure.
One is from North Sea Abyss, one is from Demon Race Treasury, and one is a gift from Dao Ancestor.
The three magic weapons have different origins, different Qi mechanisms, and mutually exclusive Tao rhymes.
He thought that as long as he could kill three corpses, that would be the right way.
He thought that after all three corpses were killed, it was Quasi-Saint Peak.
He thought that if he continued to practice, he would one day be able to attain enlightenment and become a saint.
But today Xuandu told him that he had taken the wrong path from the beginning.
If the three corpses are not melted, there will never be a day of enlightenment.
If you spend hundreds of millions of dollars to practice cultivation, it is nothing but a mirror and a mirror.
Kunpeng's legs went weak, his body staggered, and he was almost unsteady.
"Vice Sect Master..."
When he spoke, his voice was as hoarse as Fierce Ghost:
"You mean... the hundreds of millions of yuan that disciples have spent cultivating... are all in vain?"
Xuandu looked at him and was silent for a moment.
Then, he nodded slowly.
"Yes."
One word falls, such as Eternal Ice.
Kunpeng was shaken all over, and the blood on that cold and stern face faded away.
Billion Dollar Club.
A whole billion yuan will be spent.
He practiced day and night and did not dare to slack off.
Sever Three Corpses, the law of integration, Gather Fortune, accumulation of merit.
He thought that one day he would be able to take that step.
But today he realized that he would never be able to take that step.
Because the path was wrong from the beginning.
"Dao Ancestor Hongjun..."
Kunpeng murmured in a low voice, with irrepressible hatred in his voice:
"Why didn't he tell me earlier?"
"In the Purple Heaven Palace, Three Thousand Guests heard the sermon, and he passed down Method of Severing Three Corpses, but he never mentioned the origin of the same origin."
"If he had told me earlier, why would I have embarked on this dead end?"
Xuandu looked at him with calm eyes.
"If he had said it earlier, who would have been willing to take this road?"
When he spoke, his voice was not high, but his words were like a hammer:
"Method of Severing Three Corpses, this is a dead end."
"Behead all three corpses, that is Quasi-Saint Peak."
"But above Quasi-Saint, there is Sage."
"Without Same Origin Supreme Treasure, the three corpses would not melt together and would be trapped in this situation forever."
"In the billion-dollar society, we can't make any progress."
He paused and his eyes deepened slightly:
"Dao Ancestor Hongjun is well aware of this matter."
"But he never mentioned it."
"Three Thousand Guests among the Purple Heaven Palace, there are countless listeners, Sever Three Corpses who are numerous."
"But how many people can truly prove the Tao and become saints through this method?"
Kunpeng Silence.
How many people are there?
He knew it in his heart.
Since Purple Heaven Palace preached, only six people have become saints through this method.
Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti.
But those six people took an unusual path at all.
Three Pure Ones is the incarnation of Pangu Primordial Spirit, carrying Heaven-Opening Merit and Great Dao.
That merit is so profound that it can make up for all shortcomings.
Even if the three magic weapons are of different origins, Heaven-Opening Merit can be forcibly fused to help them achieve enlightenment.
Nuwa Creates Humans, Immeasurable Merit, Heavenly Dao approved.
The vastness of her merits was enough for her to cross all thresholds and enter Saint Realm.
Not to mention Jieyin Zhunti.
The West is barren and Heavenly Dao is deficient. To balance Great Wilderness, Heavenly Dao took the initiative to make up for it and bestowed the holy throne.
That holy position is Heavenly Dao's Predetermined Number. It was due to luck and had to be given.
But what about others?
Where is Kunpeng?
Where is Nether River?
Where is Zhen Yuanzi?
What about those Three Thousand Guests who listened to the Purple Heaven Palace, those Quasi-Saint Great Power who killed three corpses, and those Innate Deity whose billions of dollars are trapped in a bottleneck and cannot make any progress?
They don't have Heaven-Opening Merit.
No Human Creation Luck.
No Heavenly Dao make up.
They only have themselves.
There are only three corpses that can never be fused.
There is only one path that was destined to be a dead end from the beginning.
Kunpeng slowly closed his eyes.
That cold and stern face was full of defeat.
"Vice Sect Master."
He spoke, his voice low and inaudible:
"Disciple understands."
"Method of Severing Three Corpses is the trap set by Dao Ancestor for all living beings."
"Let all living beings think that there is a promising future, but in fact they are trapped in Quasi-Saint Peak, and will never be able to Transcendence."
"Only those people with good fortune and merit can break out of the situation."
"The rest are all chess pieces."
He opened his eyes and looked at Xuandu:
"Disciples are also chess pieces."
Xuandu looked at him without denying it.
"Yes."
He spoke in a calm voice:
"The reason why you are trapped in the Quasi-Saint Peak Billion Dollar Society is not because you don't work hard, or because you are not talented enough."
"You took the wrong path from the beginning."
"And this road was pointed out to you by Dao Ancestor."
Kunpeng heard this and his whole body was shaken.
He looked at Xuandu, at those calm but deep eyes, and at that young but endlessly calm face.
Indescribable emotions surged in my heart.
Hate Hongjun.
Hate Heavenly Dao.
Hate that Dao Ancestor in the Purple Heaven Palace that leads to a dead end.
So what if it's hateful?
He is Quasi-Saint Peak, he is Demon Master, he is Innate Deity.
But in front of Dao Ancestor, he is just an ant.
Even if we know the truth, what can we do?