Chapter 325: Chapter 205 Purple Qi Cos from the East
The walls of the Blood Well Temple began to collapse piece by piece.
Before the collapse, the first anomaly ca from the eyes.
The eyes on the temple walls, which had always been used for divinations, held both spiritual energy and a human gaze in the past,
but now, the spiritual energy was gone, and the humanity had dispersed.
Those lively eyes had beco no different from the carvings in ordinary Daoist or Buddhist temples—re protruding, weathered stones.
With the eyes turning to stone, cracks began to crisscross the walls, which then toppled section by section.
As the walls crumbled, the ancient stone well within the temple also began to decay, and the blood within it dried rapidly.
“The Blood Well Secret Realm… has fallen.”
Zhou Xuan felt an ominous foreboding, but this dread was quickly replaced by excitent.
As the Blood Well Secret Realm collapsed, a City God Taoist Temple rose amidst the Divine Revelation of Fei Yue.
The temple doors opened, and Zhou Xuan saw the walls inside embedded with countless eyes, as well as an empty stone-carved Divine Platform.
At the entrance stood two stone steles.
The Divine Revelation stirred the Black Water, which flowed gently around the City God Taoist Temple—not to attack, but to sustain and nurture it.
“Two secret realms, now rged into one.”
Zhou Xuan had originally thought there would be a second war between the Divine Revelation and the Blood Well, but now, not only was there no war, but a harmonious union seed to have erged.
“The well has fully entered the Divine Revelation, and it now has a true ho—a City God Taoist Temple.”
The temple had eyes representing the divination abilities of the Blood Well, but what purpose did the newly appeared Divine Platform serve?
“It must be of great importance.”
Zhou Xuan decided not to dwell on the Divine Platform’s purpose any longer. Smiling, he stood at the temple entrance, welcoming the true fusion of the Blood Well and the Divine Revelation.
“From now on, we’re one family.”
As Zhou Xuan cheerfully embraced this grand union, the painter, Gu Ling, Li Chengfeng, and even the temple master, who had been subdued, all looked on in astonishnt.
From their perspective, Zhou Xuan was enveloped by both a blood-red mist and a blue mist simultaneously.
Each mist carried its own presence: the blue aura bore the essence of a Heavenly God, while the red aura carried the sensation of the Ti Ice River.
Initially, the two mists alternated and clashed, with the red mist vying for the outer layer one mont, and the blue mist doing so the next.
Gradually, the mists began to rge, interweaving as one.
The fusion, at its earliest stage, was violent, creating stripes in the mist—blood-red followed by blue, then blood-red again, and so forth.
But this fusion did not end crudely; the two colors seeped into each other, forming a new hue—purple.
Zhou Xuan—Purple Qi Cos from the East.
The purple mist coalesced into a new Heavenly God Aura, neither carrying the flavor of the Nuo God nor the sensation of the Ti Ice River. A completely new aura of a Heavenly God was born.
The painter and Gu Ling stared in awe, entirely transfixed.
In the historical lineage of Jing Country, there had always been only nine Heavenly Gods. Now, with the ergence of this new aura, did it an Zhou Xuan had beco the tenth?
“No… probably not,” the painter pondered aloud. “Heavenly Gods are called such because they have mastered a complete divine law. Until Zhou Xuan gains a new, complete law, no matter how powerful his aura may be, he cannot be considered the tenth Heavenly God.”
Gu Ling and Li Chengfeng, however, did not overthink it like the painter. Their hearts held only one thought—”The Young Master is truly extraordinary, truly brilliant.”
As they reflected on how fortunate they were to establish a connection with him in his fledgling days,
they envisioned the day his feathered robes would be fully woven and he would take flight—brilliant and resplendent—and considered themselves guardians of his path.
“We may not be Heavenly Gods, but to witness the growth of one is already sothing worthy of glorification.”
Li Chengfeng was reminded of “Ancient Buddha” and his foremost disciple—Luncang Master.
Luncang Master had authored Jing Country’s first Buddhist Scripture, the “Reincarnation Scripture,” and founded the earliest Buddhist sect—the Ancient Snow Mountain Buddhism, dedicating himself to the teachings of the Ancient Buddha.
Although Luncang Master did not ascend to the Heavenly Do, none of the gods above dared to provoke him, and his following of disciples was vast.
Daily offerings of incense and devoted service to the Ancient Buddha’s blessings allowed Luncang Master to beco the longest-living figure in Jing Country’s history,
passing away at the age of 431 atop the Great Snow Mountain.
“What makes Luncang Master so remarkable? His cultivation wasn’t exceptional, nor was he particularly intelligent. He was simply lucky enough to be the first to comprehend the Ancient Buddha, and he compiled the Buddha’s murmurs into the ‘Reincarnation Scripture.'”
“By doing just that, he beca the Ancient Buddha’s foremost disciple, his na spreading far and wide. After a thousand years, his renown has yet to fade.”
“Most importantly… he lived a long life.”
When Li Chengfeng thought about the number “431,” his envy turned his eyes purple.
“If the Young Master were soone akin to the Ancient Buddha… with my wisdom, I’d certainly surpass that Luncang Master, wouldn’t I?”
Incense offerings, fa, status, and over four hundred years of life—I want them all.
Gu Ling’s aspirations were not as far-reaching as Li Chengfeng’s. “What’s the point of living so long? To beco an old monster?” she thought.
She preferred to live in the mont. Despite being Bone Elder, she loved flaunting herself and performing as a singer in the tropolitan, savoring the adoration of her fans.
For soone like her, short-term gains over three to four years vastly outweighed eternal fa or epheral immortality.
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