HCB Chapter 258 Primordial Purple Qi Within You
Chapter 258 Primordial Purple Qi Within You
Qinglong Pass.
Jiang Ziya was so worried that he was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing around everywhere.
This made King Wu Cheng's eyes widen in disbelief, and he quickly pulled him back:
"Prime Minister, you can't get any grain out of the pan."
At this time, the Zhou army camp inside Qinglong Pass had run out of rice to cook, and the smoke from the cooking fires that used to rise was no longer seen. The soldiers sighed and lamented.
Outside Qinglong Pass, Nezha is trapped in an illusion and cannot get out. Huang Tianhua has been rescued but it is unknown when he will return. Jinzha and Muzha are trapped in a pagoda by the poison sprayed by the Flower Fox Sable, and are accompanied by Li Jing, who cannot even speak inside.
Yang Jiao had been watching Nezha for a whole day and night, propping her chin up. No matter how powerful Mo Lihong's Hunyuan Umbrella was, it was impossible for it to have trapped Nezha for so long.
Even the mosquitoes were envious.
She tugged at Yang Jiao and asked:
"Can the mosquitoes go in and play?"
Nezha looks so happy.
Mosquito Taoist met Nezha relatively late and never saw how arrogant and carefree he was under the pampering of Taiyi Zhenren before his bones and flesh were removed. He only remembered that every time he saw Nezha, he had a lonely indifference about him.
But Nezha in the illusion was going through something, laughing wildly, which made the mosquitoes extremely envious!
Yang Jiao immediately rejected her question.
"No, if you're really bored, then come with me to Jin'ao Island."
Mosquito Taoist was very knowledgeable. What kind of place was Jin'ao Island? It was the territory of the Tongtian Sect Master.
That was a saint who was even more powerful than the Styx Ancestor.
She hesitated:
"Yang Jiao, how many people did you get to know while I was away?"
How come there's suddenly a saint?
Yang Jiao counted them, but found she couldn't count them all. She smiled mysteriously, grabbed Mosquito Taoist's hand, and flew away.
Qinglong Pass can hold out for a few more days, and nothing major is expected to happen in the next few days.
However, Yang Jiao had an extremely important thing to do.
Within the Three Realms, the human race is the weakest. With a wave of their hand, they can cause the death of an entire city's inhabitants. Even if they were created by the goddess Nuwa and possessed a spirit, they would still be nothing more than fish and meat in the face of these gods, immortals, and demons.
To kill is to kill a spirit.
When a spirit perishes, it becomes entangled in karmic consequences.
But for these cultivators who can live as long as heaven and earth, how many ways are there to resolve their karma?
From the moment Yang Jiao received the system's list of deities, she was destined to walk a path that was intolerable to the Heavenly Dao.
Her gaze darkened.
I wonder if I can persuade the Tongtian Sect Leader.
After all, under the laws of Heaven, the sage is the greatest.
He is now a saint; there is no need for him to take such a risk.
Before she knew it, she had arrived at Jin'ao Island.
Almost the instant Yang Jiao's aura landed near Biyou Palace, the person with closed eyes opened them and instructed the disciple below:
"Duobao, bring the person here."
The Tongtian Sect Leader was overjoyed.
I felt it was a pity when I learned that Yang Jiao had been appointed as the first righteous god.
Such a promising talent was snatched away by Haotian, who only knows how to cry and complain about how hard he has worked in Zixiao Palace.
He was so angry that even the Qingping Sword roared.
Daoist Duobao immediately bowed and left, already having some thoughts on the matter.
Master stands proudly in the Three Realms. Apart from his senior uncle visiting Biyou Palace, no one has come to greet him. This shows that this person is of great importance in Master's eyes.
He moved incredibly fast, arriving in front of Yang Jiao in the blink of an eye.
Yang Jiao looked at the person who had suddenly appeared, and after a moment of surprise, immediately bowed and said:
"Greetings, Daoist Master. I hope you will inform him that Yang Jiao has come to pay his respects to the Tongtian Sect Leader."
The Taoist Master Duobao had a kind face, and his every move exuded the air of an immortal, as if he were a humble and unassuming man.
"No need, Master already sensed it and instructed me to come here to welcome you."
Yang Jiao and the Mosquito Taoist followed together, and then thanked him:
"Thank you for your help, Taoist priest."
Daoist Duobao waved his hand, and because of his master Tongtian's high regard for him, he spoke frankly:
"Young friend, you may call me Daoist Duobao."
Yang Jiao paused in her tracks.
Suddenly looking up at that thin figure, it was hard to believe that this was the same Duobao Daoist who had been punished for taking a thousand minor innate spiritual treasures when the Hongjun Patriarch distributed the treasures, which had almost caused him to burst out of his body due to a moment of greed. It was only thanks to the intervention of the Tongtian Sect Master that he was saved and taken in as the eldest disciple of the Jie Sect.
It doesn't match up with the future Buddha at all.
Seeing that Yang Jiao hadn't followed, Duobao asked her gently:
"Young friend?"
Yang Jiao's expression turned strange.
How could such a kind person steal our Maitreya's position?
She quickly composed herself and continued walking uphill.
On the contrary, Mosquito Daoist felt uneasy, as the atmosphere in Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island was very chaotic.
Yang Jiao's cultivation level was inferior to his own, so he didn't feel it deeply.
But Mosquito Taoist could easily smell that there were far more demons than humans in Biyou Palace.
The road leads uphill to a magnificent palace surrounded by auspicious clouds. Above the palace gate hangs a huge plaque with the three large, elegant characters "Biyou Palace," exuding boundless majesty.
At first glance, the towering, magnificent palace seems to float in mid-air, reaching into the clouds.
A clear stream flows gently within it.
A wisp of smoke drifted by, filled with a rich spiritual aura.
It is completely different from Western religions.
As expected of the MVP from the Treasure Sharing Cliff, even the walls of the palace shimmered with a strange light.
With these thoughts in mind, Yang Jiao calmly entered.
"Master, the person has been brought here. This disciple will take his leave now."
Daoist Duobao was humble and polite, not even glancing around, he bowed and turned to leave.
Yang Jiao, pulling the mosquito-like Taoist who had been cowering like a quail since entering Biyou Palace, bowed and said:
"Yang Jiao greets the Tongtian Sect Leader."
The youngest of the Three Pure Ones is the Tongtian Sect Leader, who is meant to represent the future.
He was tall and upright, with a handsome and dignified face, and deep, unfathomable eyes.
He remained as still as a bell, but in his heart he thought:
Since their parting at the Heavenly Court, he had been able to accurately predict Yang Jiao's future, knowing that she had gone to Xiqi after leaving the Heavenly Court and had not met with anyone.
Now that he has suddenly come to my place, isn't he showing more face than his senior brother, Yuanshi Tianzun?
The Master of Heaven looked at her directly and asked in a deep voice:
"Do you wish to join the Jie Sect?"
His lips curled into a subtle upturn.
He was just waiting for Yang Jiao to join the Jie Sect and become his last disciple so he could take her for walks in front of the Jade Emperor and the Primordial Heavenly Lord every day.
Yang Jiao frowned, shook her head, and said:
"Yang Jiao came for two reasons: first, to thank the sect leader for speaking up for her three years ago; and second, to inform the sect leader of a major event related to the Investiture of the Gods."
I heard it wasn't about becoming an apprentice.
The Tongtian Sect Leader's interest waned considerably.
It is truly a pity that we cannot go out and show off to the Jade Emperor and the Primordial Heavenly Lord.
Or... should we tie Yang Jiao up?
Forcing someone to become an apprentice isn't out of the question.
Yang Jiao didn't know why the Tongtian Sect Leader had suddenly fallen into deep thought, so she didn't want to disturb him and waited quietly.
This made Mosquito Taoist's heart clench tightly; oh, he had met a saint.
He was the most willful of all the saints.
I'm afraid of mosquitoes.
After a long silence, the Master of Heaven finally asked:
What is the matter with the Investiture of the Gods?
Yang Jiao knew that Heaven would shield its calculations when major events occurred, and even sages could not know about matters that were too closely related to them.
If it weren't for..., Yang Jiao wouldn't have dared to drag the Tongtian Sect Leader into this mess so easily.
To show sincerity in exchanging favors, she reminded him:
"Although this conferment of gods is a war in the human world, it involves too many cultivators. If the Tongtian Sect Leader does not control his disciples, the losses will be extremely heavy."
Yang Jiao had hoped that this statement would make the Tongtian Sect Leader more cautious, so that they could continue their conversation.
Who knows,
The Master of Heaven shifted into a more comfortable position and chuckled self-deprecatingly:
"I know."
That one sentence left Yang Jiao speechless.
Did he know?
He knew this, yet he still let his disciples get involved!?
The Master of Heaven's gaze flickered vacantly for a moment, whether speaking to himself or Yang Jiao, he began to speak slowly and deliberately:
“In any great calamity, even a saint cannot interfere too much. The disciples of the Jie Sect are the most numerous and have the widest influence among the three religions, so division is inevitable.”
Yang Jiao was so shocked that her scalp tingled.
he knows.
The Master of Heaven knows everything.
It wasn't as the book portrays, where the Tongtian Sect Leader was manipulated by various factions, and his disciples, though powerful, were easily provoked. He simply... concealed his true strength?
She said hurriedly:
"Then why not order all disciples not to leave?"
The Master of Heaven did not answer that question; instead, he asked Yang Jiao a question:
"You had many chances, so why did the matter of Yao Ji and the Heavenly Court still arise?"
Yang Jiao suddenly took a step back.
Compared to the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother, she is like a towering mountain compared to the gravel in the mountains. How could she be shaken?
These saints,
The same applies before the Dao Ancestor...
Even though I knew this was aimed at me, I was powerless to stop it.
Just as Yang Jiao was alarmed, the Tongtian Sect Leader's gaze suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice:
"Since a great calamity is coming, wouldn't it be better to let everything fall into chaos?"
Yang Jiao suddenly realized that she and the Tongtian Sect Leader had once shared the same state of mind.
Past, present, future.
The naivety she had always projected to others was gone from her demeanor; she spoke only to the Mosquito Taoist:
"Mosquito, wait for me outside."
Mosquito Taoist was startled. He glanced at Yang Jiao's serious expression and, after a long while, left, turning back several times as he went. Before stepping out of the palace, he reminded her:
"Call me if you need anything."
Even at the risk of being swatted to death, the mosquitoes would still fight Yang Jiao under the sage's hand until they were intertwined.
Inside the palace, only Yang Jiao and the Tongtian Sect Leader remained.
Her sudden calm demeanor caused the Tongtian Sect Leader's eyes to deepen with a profound meaning.
He examined it and said:
"Don't pretend?"
Yang Jiao nodded slightly, no longer pretending.
The fact that the Tongtian Sect Leader had spoken those words to him just now clearly demonstrated that...
They could be people on the same path.
Then, without hesitation, Yang Jiao revealed all her plans.
One last question:
"What does the Master think?"
The Grand Master of Heaven only responded with one sentence:
"How dare you!"
In the past, when Pangu separated heaven and earth, his body transformed into a vast and boundless primordial world, from which all living beings arose and appeared in the world.
Now that Ancestor Hongjun has merged with the Heavenly Dao, it is often said that all living beings below the level of a sage are like ants. But even for a being as powerful as a sage, the Heavenly Dao still hangs high above his head.
Who can say what the future holds?
The Tongtian Sect Leader did not continue the discussion, and Yang Jiao, seeing this, wisely refrained from saying another word.
This secret, known only to the two of them, was sealed away and never to be known by anyone else.
Yang Jiao slowly turned around, bowed deeply to the Tongtian Sect Leader, and solemnly said:
"Goodbye."
Just as Yang Jiao reached the pillar supporting the main hall, suddenly, an incomparably powerful pressure burst forth from the Tongtian Sect Leader.
At the same time, a very confident voice came from behind.
Like a thunderclap from the heavens, it exploded in Yang Jiao's ears, making her heart race, her blood boil, and her mind buzz.
The Tongtian Sect Leader bluntly revealed Yang Jiao's greatest secret: an opportunity to become a saint that could cause chaos throughout the Three Realms, coveted by everyone from sages, the Jade Emperor, and the Styx River to all the cultivators and spirits.
"The last wisp of primordial purple energy is on you."