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"Daughter, if you want to find him, go ahead," Azure Phoenix said to the Yellow-Clad Woman.
In the palace of the Central Sovereign, he gazed at the Heavenly Mechanism Wall, shouting madly with a frenzied expression. The Old God General suddenly appeared behind him. The Central Sovereign's eyes flared with anger as he questioned, "What are you doing here?!"
The Old God General was not angry; instead, he spoke weakly, "Your Majesty need not be upset. The Celestial Path has descended, and the situation is as such. The Hidden Gate has reappeared, and the Supreme One has emerged. For millennia, every Old Emperor before passing would leave their life’s power in the National Treasure, the Heavenly Treasure Vase, to prepare for the calamity of national destruction. The Heavenly Treasure Vase lies within the tomb of the First Generation Central Emperor, and only those of royal blood holding the Sky Piercing Sword can enter. Now that my time is short, it is time to prepare for Transcend Tribulation. This secret I have shared with you; how you choose to act depends on your heart." With that, the Old God General's figure faded away, disappearing without a trace.
Upon hearing these words, the Central Sovereign felt as if struck by lightning. He could not suppress his inner joy; throughout history, every Old Emperor had been invincible in their time. Especially the previous generations of Old Emperors, who had been burdened by state affairs and never ascended to the heavens. Their cultivation could defy fate, and inheriting their power would allow him to ascend effortlessly and become the foremost in the cultivation world.
The Heavenly Treasure Vase was an ancient treasure with extremely rigorous refining methods and significant limitations. It was used by great dynasties to store a nation's fortune. However, it was later transformed by the Refining Sect's Master Artifact Refiner into a treasure capable of containing any Spirit Energy, including True Qi.
True Qi is a form of Spirit Energy belonging to cultivators themselves. When True Qi condenses to a certain extent, it forms True Qi; it is fundamental to a cultivator's being. The more True Qi one possesses, the higher their cultivation level. Generally speaking, True Qi cannot be forcibly plundered because it has a certain repulsive nature. Forcibly taking it not only causes chaos in the absorber's True Qi but also stagnates their cultivation.
Thus, throughout history, there has never been anyone who could directly absorb another's power through cultivation methods or treasures. Even if there were rumors during certain periods about some methods that could convert others' power for personal use, they ultimately could not achieve greatness.
The only way to take another's power for oneself is through techniques that share a common origin—either through shared cultivation methods or similar constitutions or blood relations. The emergence of the Heavenly Treasure Vase is an extreme manifestation of this transmission method, gathering millennia of invincible masters' powers into one body, ensuring unparalleled strength.
In ancient times, when the Zhongzhou Royal Family unified the realm, the first master of the Heavenly Mechanism Sect prophesied that one day an individual would annihilate the Zhongzhou Royal Family. This secret was known only to the war gods who assisted successive Central Sovereigns and has been passed down through generations. Thus, the Heavenly Treasure Vase was crafted by the First Generation Central Emperor himself; he infused half of his True Qi into it while still able to ascend to heaven, showcasing just how high his cultivation was.
"Consort of Rain, Xuanbing Donkey, and that rumored monkey along with the Dragon Clan and Ant-like Zhao Yang—wait for me! The time for revenge has finally come!" The Central Sovereign laughed maniacally as he looked at the Heavenly Mechanism Wall with tears of joy.
Meanwhile, at Xuanfo Temple, Long Xiao Wu had already been fed Holy Dan by the temple's abbot and was being treated with all efforts by the Four Great Monks and the four sons of the Dragon Clan.
In the center of the square knelt a young man clad in black robes, holding a lifeless boy in his arms as tears streamed down his face like a raging sea. Shiyunsheng had also been transported to Xuanfo Temple by Xuanbing Buddha using supreme techniques.
Nangong Wuxin raised his hand, ready to strike down Shiyunsheng, but Zhao Yang stopped him. Confused, Nangong Wuxin asked, "Why not kill him? He has become a wretched creature, neither human nor ghost. If we do not eliminate him today, he will surely become a great disaster in the future, causing countless cultivators to perish. He possesses the Dark Spiritual Root that allows him to devour others' essence!"
"I know!" Zhao Yang interrupted Nangong Wuxin and fell into silence. Even Scholar Xiu, who usually admired him, spoke against him: "Zhao Yang, if we do not eliminate Shiyunsheng, he will undoubtedly harm the world. You must think carefully."
Shiyunsheng slowly stood up, still cradling his beloved younger brother in his arms. Surrounding him were the members of Xuanfo Temple, all poised for battle. No sect could match Xuanfo Temple when it came to subduing demons and eliminating evil. The malevolent aura surrounding Shiyunsheng was suppressed by nature; escape was impossible.
"Let him go!" Zhao Yang insisted on his decision. Song Baliang nodded in agreement with the others to release Shiyunsheng. As a senior brother, he would unconditionally support any decision made by his junior.
"Shiyunsheng, I let you go today, but that does not mean I won’t kill you in the future. If you disappear now, it will be fine. However, if one day you harm those close to me, I will make you suffer tenfold for what you did today. Take care of yourself." With that, Zhao Yang turned and left the crowd.
Shiyunsheng paused for a moment before gradually vanishing into the horizon under everyone's gaze.
No one could comprehend Shiyunsheng's state of mind at that moment as he looked towards the setting sun disappearing in the west and murmured to himself, "Only I remain."
At midnight, a sudden glow filled the sky above Xuanfo Temple as a heavenly portal opened. A golden Little Monk descended from above, his eyes glimmering with bloodlust; it was none other than Xuanbing Buddha.
Xuanbing Buddha floated in mid-air as the Four Great Monks and the abbot rushed over upon hearing his voice. Zhao Yang awoke from his meditation just in time to hear Xuanbing Buddha say, "Zhao Yang, come with me."
Zhao Yang rose in his white robes and followed Xuanbing Buddha to the back mountain of Xuanfo Temple under the night sky.
The abbot of Xuanfo Temple and the Four Great Monks followed closely behind. Xuanbing Buddha stopped and said without turning back, "Void Dust, from now on, you will guard the people of Xuanfo Temple."
The abbot of Xuanfo Temple suddenly froze in place, his prayer beads scattering from his hands. He pressed his palms together and trembled as he said, "We respectfully send off Xuanbing Buddha."
The Four Great Monks also looked sorrowful, chanting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, we respectfully send off the Buddha."
The Mystic Warrior glanced back, revealing a faint smile. Zhao Yang's heart trembled slightly, for on Xuanbing Buddha's face, which resembled Azure Jade, cracks began to appear, looking as if a clay figurine had weathered the passage of time and was starting to fissure.
Zhao Yang never imagined that Xuanbing Buddha was on the verge of falling. In his mind, Xuanbing Buddha was the Buddhist Ancestor of the cultivation world, and even the world's most extraordinary woman, Consort of Rain, might not be his match. The arrogant Central Sovereign seemed like a chick in his hands, yet someone had managed to injure him so severely! Could that obscure High Priest truly be that formidable?
"Is it the High Priest of Dragon Seeking Gate?" Zhao Yang asked softly.
"Follow me," Xuanbing Buddha did not answer Zhao Yang's question but led him to a Zen temple on the back mountain. His body flickered between light and dark, as if he were about to undergo Transmutation, unstable like a flickering candle.
Xuanbing Buddha glanced at Zhao Yang and sat upon the Meditation Cushion. His lips did not move, yet an elderly voice emerged: "The High Priest is gravely injured. Three thousand years ago, during the great battle at Kunlun Mountain, he came here with me. I wonder how things have developed over there now?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang's heart shook violently. He stammered in disbelief, "You are also from that world?!"
Xuanbing Buddha nodded and uttered a statement that left Zhao Yang even more astonished: "My name is Shen Xiu."
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