"We, the Sutra Takers, receive vast divine rit, stored within our essence, energy, and spirit. Consuming our flesh will grant one such rit."
"Yet, under the weight of this rit, we... cannot die."
Zhang Fusheng remained silent, thinking of the braised ats he had devoured earlier, rich with rit Purple Qi, transforming him into an Innate Spiritual Being!
But... what suffering must these Sutra Takers endure?
Flayed and boiled day and night, consud by countless Earth Deities and Yin Spirits, laden with rit, seeking death but finding none.
rit, rit.
"The third question."
The female Bodhisattva inquired finally:
"The World-Honored One Buddha wants you to lead the way. The rit gained from taking the sutras will not take a penny from you, nor will you be hard after the journey."
"You are granted divinity and sanctity, following your true heart."
"You are allowed to counterattack the Immortals and Buddhas, to avenge old grievances."
"So, do you wish it, or not?"
Li Xiuyuan suddenly raised his head, staring at the female Bodhisattva before him, remained silent for a long ti, then spoke dryly:
"How can I dare to believe?"
The female Bodhisattva said calmly:
"The World-Honored One does not seek rit."
Li Xiuyuan was dazed and lost in thought, suddenly chuckled:
"Where in the world is there anyone who does not seek rit... But I’ll trust you this ti."
Zhang Fusheng didn’t know if this Marshal Tianpeng truly believed or just pretended, but it didn’t matter; everything would naturally beco clear with ti.
"Go, go."
The female Bodhisattva pressed her hands together and praised the World-Honored One Buddha, then turned and left.
As she departed, she said peacefully:
"The Five Finger Mountain has appeared in the mortal realm. Three days later, you must set out, leaving the Other Shore World—by then, the event marking the start of the westward journey will be completely over."
"Go, go."
The Bodhisattva thus disappeared into Yin Chang’an, leaving only the residual Brahma Sound, echoing endlessly.
.........
"The North Pole, here to pay respects and et."
"For past events, wish the Great Celestial Venerable to forgive."
The Northern Emperor folded his hands together, bowed, perford his ritual greetings, and worshipped.
Thus.
At the end of the white jade steps outside the Eight Sceneries Palace.
Li Jing used the High Heaven Order given by the female Bodhisattva to ascend in consciousness to this place, and what he saw first.
"It’s the Emperor..."
He quivered slightly, gazing at the form of the Emperor shrouded in darkness, and then looked at the three large characters on the board of the Taoist Palace.
Eight Sceneries Palace.
Taoist Friend Taiqing summoned... it truly was a summon by Taiqing!
Li Jing’s breathing beca rapid,
it was at this very mont.
Inside the Eight Sceneries Palace.
Zhang Fusheng’s face flashed a faint smile, and he slowly spoke:
"Such a grand ceremony, how can I possibly deserve it? Northern Emperor Taoist Friend, please rise."
The Northern Emperor remained bowed, motionless—though, Taiqing should not manifest at this point in ti,
but he dared not wager.
Even if it’s just a projection of Taiqing, if truly targeted at him, his path to enlightennt would be utterly severed.
Now, he could only implore for this Taoist Friend Taiqing’s ’understanding,’ implore for their non-interference nature.
The Supre acts without action, hence almost never intervenes in the worldly affairs, only an incarnation sits in the Douluo Palace, as for the true body in the Eight Sceneries Palace?
Since the Divine Enthronent, it has never shown itself to the living.
Ti ticked away little by little, every seat felt anxious and frightened, the Northern Emperor was drenched in sweat, and the observing Li Jing was completely speechless, in a daze.
Unaware of how much ti had passed.
The Great Celestial Venerable brought two fingers together, tapping the void three tis.
Accompanied by three ’tock’ sounds echoing all around,
Zhang Fusheng maintained a calm tone, narrating:
"Northern Emperor Taoist Friend, co inside."
The Emperor Ziwei’s heart relaxed, he solemnized his etiquette, saw the Chaos Light veiling before him dissipate, only then attempted to step forward, quietly entering the Eight Sceneries Palace.
He did not glance around—this was a place he had visited many tis, nor did he attempt to perceive, gaze into the mist-covered figure,
for that would be a truly disrespectful act.
Now is unlike before, at present, all the Supres are missing, unable to manifest in this era,
which ans there’s no one who can balance Taiqing.
These Daluos beneath the Supres, survive in the cracks relying on the mutual play and balance of the Supres.
anwhile, Li Jing, standing at the bottom of the white jade steps, also walked into the Eight Sceneries Palace with trepidation,
with all seats gazing towards him, as for the Celestial Venerate amidst the mist?
No longer spoke.
As for Li Jing, he did not declare his true na—being summoned by the Supre Tao Ancestor, combined with the scene of the Emperor worshipping just now, apparently explained a lot.
"I... have been chosen to beco a pawn??"
Such thought flashed in Li Jing’s mind, instead of being angry, he was delighted!
Not everyone has the privilege to beco a pawn of the Supres.
In a dead silence.
"Cough, cough."
The True Man standing beside the Chaos Mist coughed twice, speaking calmly:
"The sixth and ninth seats have perished, no longer exist... proceed, as usual, let the seats first engage in discussion among themselves."
The Eight Sceneries Palace fell into silence once more.
The sixth and ninth seats... are gone?
A sense of unreality erged in the minds of the seats, an unreal feeling, Kong Shentong stood silently in the corner, quietly observing everything.
He was pondering whether this so-called ’Northern Emperor’ was truly an extraordinary ancient existence?
This person has not displayed great power, everything spoken between this person and the Great Celestial Venerable...
This so-called Great Celestial Venerable did not penalize him.
This implies the other party might not have perceived his actions, also implies... the Great Celestial Venerable might not be that strong.
Kong Shentong’s mind churned with thoughts, the more he doubted about this so-called High Heaven.
At the sa ti, besides him, the Northern Emperor and Li Jing, the rest of the seats have already begun to discuss fervently.
They spoke of so recent special news, Chen Nuanyu and the Buddha Son both hinted that there seed to be special Supre Treasures in the Capital,
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