OBS Chapter 10: In Seeking an Opportunity, Jieyin and Zhunti Weep in Sorrow
Chapter 10: In Seeking an Opportunity, Jieyin and Zhunti Weep in Sorrow
"Father God created heaven and earth, and my two brothers and I were transformed from Father God's primordial spirit. We are the true descendants of Pangu, inheriting the Dao lineage, and are destined to receive this opportunity." Yuanshi stood proudly, declaring ownership.
Upon hearing this, the other powerful beings, though indignant, were unwilling to risk such misfortune, since the three brothers were working together and protected by the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, a treasure of acquired merit, they were invincible with it on their heads.
Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches disagreed with Yuanshi's claim of being the "true successor of Pangu," they did not speak out directly.
Following the Three Pure Ones are Fuxi, who was transformed from the innate Lesser Yang Qi, and Nuwa, a brother and sister, who were transformed from the innate Lesser Yin Qi.
The brother and sister joined forces to occupy the fourth Creation Futon. After some backing down, Fuxi helped Nuwa onto the futon and stood behind his sister, silently protecting her.
At this point, four of the six prayer cushions have been removed, leaving only the last two empty.
The group of powerful cultivators instantly turned red with rage and hurriedly displayed their various techniques, among which Kunpeng and Hongyun's escape techniques were the most outstanding.
Hongyun was the first fiery cloud in the world to take shape. He cultivated the three paths of water, fire, and wind, and his body was integrated with wind and fire, allowing him to travel ten thousand miles in an instant.
Kunpeng's true form can transform into a Peng bird, which can travel 90,000 li with a single flap of its wings. It cultivates both wind and water techniques, and its escape skills are unparalleled in the primordial world.
"Swish!"
The two streaks of light landed almost simultaneously. Hongyun occupied the Blissful Futon, while Kunpeng sat on the Annihilation Futon, his body surging with murderous aura, which intimidated the group of powerful beings who were eager to make a move.
The six prayer cushions have now each found its own master for the time being.
Most of the innate saints and those with great supernatural powers were envious and eager to try to replace the six people on the futon.
However, some were different, seemingly completely indifferent to the opportunities that the futon might hold.
It is said that after entering the Zixiao Palace, most of the great supernatural beings would choose to transform into innate Dao bodies in human form, but some would retain their true original form.
For example, the twelve ancestral witches, formed from the twelve drops of Pangu's essence blood, were all majestic, standing 129,600 feet tall. Their futons, only six feet in diameter, seemed far too small.
Shrinking their own size was also uncomfortable for the ancestral witches who were not subservient to heaven and earth and only revered the father god Pangu. So they all found a corner to sit on the ground. Dijiang and Zhujiuyin closed their eyes to rest, while Gonggong and Zhurong swept across the entire scene with cold eyes and fierce aura, and no one dared to approach them.
Besides the Twelve Ancestral Witches, there were also reclusive masters like Zhulong, who concealed the Daoist aura of time and sat quietly in the back row.
Having experienced the great war between the Dragon and the Han, he witnessed the Ancestral Dragon fall from its position as the overlord of the prehistoric world, eventually being suppressed in the East Sea Eye after its life was exhausted, and the Dragon Clan also declined overnight.
He had already seen through the calamity and had no desire to get involved in this futon dispute.
There were quite a few veteran experts like him, and each of them seemed to have a tacit understanding, each concealing their aura and silently waiting in the back row, watching coldly from the sidelines.
Those who survived the great calamity all had their own stories to tell; each of them deeply understood the principle of concealing their abilities and avoiding disaster...
This move may cause us to miss some opportunities, but it is more prudent than risky.
It's not that there aren't ancient, great beings who could "die content in the evening if they heard the Way in the morning," but rather that most of them perished in the past eons.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Those who were destined to enter the hall entered one after another, and this continued for nearly a day.
When Lingxiao led Xihe and Changxi into the palace, it was at midday, when the yang energy was at its peak.
They arrived late; the dispute over the prayer mats had already been settled.
Of all the innate deities present, Ling Xiao and his two companions were the most famous, practically known as "the world knows them all".
When the twelve Earthly Branches were established, almost all those with great supernatural powers were alarmed.
He completed the order of heaven and earth, invoking the heavenly way to bestow boundless merits, shaking the entire primordial world, so naturally no one was unaware of Ling Xiao.
Therefore, Ling Xiao attracted a lot of attention as soon as he entered the door:
The Eastern King Duke's eyes were full of curiosity.
The Candle Dragon extended a friendly gesture, nodding repeatedly.
Tongtian was eager to make friends, and his face was beaming with smiles.
Many powerful figures also had dark, brooding eyes, harboring hidden thoughts.
"Brother Lingxiao, there's a prayer mat over there, the closest one to the lotus platform! I bet that lotus platform is where Ancestor Hongjun sits. The closer you are, the better you'll hear the Dao!" Changxi tugged at Lingxiao's sleeve and whispered, her eyes sparkling.
"A futon, perhaps?" Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly.
Not to mention the blessing effect of the futon itself on enlightenment, the closer one is to Ancestor Hongjun, the easier it is to feel the Daoist charm and law fluctuations emanating from the latter.
"Brother Dao, if the three of us combine our strength to set up the Yin-Yang Two Elements Sword Formation, we will be able to compete for a place." Xihe had already grasped the Taiyin Divine Sword in her hand at some point.
His cool gaze swept across the entire scene, past the Three Pure Ones, Fuxi and Nuwa, and then over the red clouds protected by Zhen Yuanzi, finally settling on the lone Kunpeng.
Since Ling Xiao reminded her that "the way of righteousness is not about yielding," this usually steady and composed Taiyin Goddess has gradually shed her former gentleness and gained a more ruthless and decisive edge.
At this moment, he set his sights on Kunpeng, wondering if the three of them could form an array to fight for a place for Lingxiao.
So, should we fight or not?
Ling Xiao's gaze darkened slightly as he slowly swept his eyes across the six prayer cushions, his mind racing.
"Knock knock!"
Just then, two staggering footsteps came from the palace gate.
It turned out that the two fellow disciples, Jieyin and Zhunti, had arrived late.
The two looked extremely disheveled:
The plain Taoist robe on Jieyin's body was torn to shreds by the chaotic gale, and the precious light of Jieyin's banner dimmed, even the light energy was weakened by three points.
The branches and leaves of the Seven Treasures Tree in Zhunti's hand trembled incessantly, his Taoist robe was covered with turbid air, and his hair was disheveled.
Both of them looked exhausted, clearly having used up most of their energy and spirit in their journey across the chaos to reach the Purple Cloud Palace.
They are the only two remaining supreme innate deities in the Western lands.
Since the Demon Ancestor Rahu shattered the ancestral veins of the West, the entire Western Land has suffered from depleted spiritual veins, destroyed spiritual roots, and a decline in all spirits, with even the innate spiritual energy becoming pitifully thin.
These two are the last remaining pillars of destiny for the West. Their visit to Zixiao Palace is not merely for personal gain, but to seek hope for the revival of all beings in the West.
Otherwise, given the vastness of the primordial land, one could easily establish a new temple elsewhere; why sit idly in the barren ruins of Mount Sumeru?
When the two realized that the six prayer cushions in the hall had already been occupied, Jieyin swayed slightly, his face instantly filled with sorrow, and two lines of clear tears fell from his cloudy eyes. He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to the many powerful figures in the hall, saying, "Fellow Daoists, please have mercy."
Zhunti also bowed, his voice filled with sorrow, each word dripping with blood: "We two were born in the barren lands of the West, where our ancestral veins have collapsed and spiritual energy has been depleted. Cultivation is truly difficult for all beings in the West, and their suffering is beyond words."
"We two wish to overcome all the suffering in the West and revitalize the Western Land, but alas, our cultivation is shallow and we have no method."
"This time I crossed the chaos and traveled to the Purple Heaven, only to seek a sage's guidance on a few words of truth, to find a way to save the beings of the Western Land. Now, however, I cannot even find a place to listen to the teachings. I am truly incompetent and have failed the trust placed in me by the beings of the West. My poor souls of the West will never have a chance to rise again..."
The two sang in harmony, every line of which revolved around the suffering of the Western beings, and every word expressed the sorrow and pain of their homeland.
Although many powerful figures in the hall were moved, they also knew that this futon might be related to an opportunity, so they all watched coldly, unmoved, and unwilling to get involved in the karma of others.
Kunpeng simply closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, releasing a murderous aura around him, clearly indicating that he hadn't heard anything.
Only Hongyun, born with a kind and benevolent heart, could not bear to see suffering.
Hearing the two lament the tragic state of all souls in the West, and seeing their disheveled appearance and sorrowful faces, he was finally moved with compassion.
"Fellow Daoists..."
He immediately stood up, and Zhen Yuanzi's expression changed. He tried to reach out and stop Hongyun, but it was too late.