Jie Yin stood on a barren mountain, looking at the devastated land in front of him, his sad face became more and more painful.
He sighed deeply and waved his sleeves.
The great power of the saint exploded.
I saw rocks rising and the earth cracking on the ground.
Mountains rise from the ground and rivers change their courses.
But in a moment, a mountain that was 70% similar to the previous Lingshan, but with a sense of desolation and haste, appeared in front of everyone.
Jie Yin waved again.
A "Great Leiyin Temple" that is several times smaller and far less magnificent than before is also slowly taking shape on the top of the mountain.
After doing all this, Jie Yin released the surviving Buddhist disciples from his own Buddhist world.
Many treasures, Tathagata, Dipankara and Maitreya looked at the simple "new home" before them, and then thought of the glorious temple in the past. They were all filled with grief and indignation, and felt extremely humiliated.
Maitreya came before Jie Yin and Zhunti and bowed respectfully: "Disciple, I pay my respects to Master, Uncle Master."
Duobao and Randeng naturally also paid their respects: "Greetings to the two saints."
Zhunti looked at his three most proud Buddhist disciples, who had now ended up in such a situation. He was filled with anger, but had nowhere to vent it. He could only snort coldly and turn his head away.
Jie Yin's gaze suddenly fixed.
He stared at the palm of Tathagata.
There, a mysterious purple airflow was being tightly grasped by Duobao, emitting a mysterious aura that even saints would take notice.
"Hongmeng Purple Qi!"
Even with Jie Yin's great concentration, his voice was trembling a little.
Ran Deng and Maitreya, who were standing by, suddenly began breathing rapidly the moment they heard these four words.
Two burning gazes instantly locked onto Duobao's hand.
Only then did they remember.
At the last moment when the saint descended and the war fell into chaos, Duo seemed to have really grabbed the foundation of sainthood!
"Daoyou Duobao!"
Maitreya could no longer hold back and took a step forward, forcing a smile on his face: "This treasure is related to the future prosperity of our Buddhist sect. Please hand it over to the two masters and let them decide!"
Randeng also twisted his Buddhist beads and said in a deep voice, "What Daoist Maitreya said is very true. This item cannot be monopolized by one person."
Upon hearing this, Duobao Tathagata sneered in his heart.
He gripped the "Hongmeng Purple Qi" even tighter, looked at the two hypocritical fellow disciples in front of him, and said calmly: "What do you mean by this, fellow Daoists?"
"This treasure was snatched from the hands of six powerful men by me, risking my own life and escaping death. What does it have to do with you two?"
"You!" Maitreya's face darkened. "Duobao! Are you planning to take this treasure for yourself? Do you still see a future for our Buddhist sect?"
"Now that Master and Uncle have returned, everything in the Buddhist sect should be decided by them."
now.
It is naturally different for Maitreya, as he is a legitimate descendant of Buddhism, not a later one.
"The future?" Duobao Tathagata sneered, "If it weren't for this humble monk, this treasure would have already fallen into the hands of others. What future would there be for our Buddhist sect?"
Seeing that the three were about to quarrel again, Zhunti Taoist shouted: "Enough!"
The power of a saint burst out from him, suffocating the three people.
He stared at Duobao intently, with a complex light flashing in his eyes: "Duobao, bring the things over here."
Duobao Tathagata felt a chill in his heart.
But in the face of the saint's pressure, he did not dare to resist at all, and could only reluctantly present the "Hongmeng Purple Qi".
The gazes of Randeng and Maitreya followed the movement of the Hongmeng purple energy.
They knew that whoever could obtain this item would become the third saint of Buddhism!
The Taoist Zhunti held the "Hongmeng Purple Qi" and felt the great truth contained in it.
He exchanged glances with Jie Yin.
Buddhism is now in a precarious situation and its foundation has been completely destroyed.
If they want to make a comeback, it is far from enough to rely on these two saints alone.
They urgently need a third saint to consolidate the orthodoxy and deter the villains.
And the primordial purple energy before them is their only hope.
But, to whom?
Zhunti's gaze swept back and forth between Dipankara, Maitreya, and Duobao.
Randeng is one of the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace. He has the longest seniority and the most profound cultivation.
But he represents the past, his luck has declined and his potential is limited.
Maitreya is the future Buddha designated by Buddhism. He is endowed with great fortune and an extraordinary mind.
But he is still too young and his foundation is still shallow. It may not be a good thing to let him prove his truth at this moment.
Only Duobao...
Zhunti's gaze finally fell on Duobao Tathagata.
Although this former disciple of Jiejiao had betrayed his religion, his talent, means and fighting ability were all top-notch.
More importantly, in order to seize this treasure, he did not hesitate to burn his own essence and fought to the death with several powerful men of the same level. This kind of ruthlessness and decisiveness is exactly what Buddhism needs most today.
After the two saints had communicated and discussed it, Jie Yin looked at the three people below who were full of expectation and slowly said, "This Hongmeng purple energy will be bestowed upon you..."
His voice paused slightly.
The hearts of Ran Deng and Maitreya instantly rose to their throats.
"Tathagata."
The moment these two words fell.
Randang and Maitreya were like being struck by lightning, and were completely stunned where they were.
Their faces were first filled with astonishment, and then they were overwhelmed by boundless disappointment and jealousy.
"Master!" Maitreya exclaimed in disbelief, "Why is it him? I refuse to accept this!"
Randeng's face also turned ashen, and the Buddha's light around him began to fluctuate violently, and it was obvious that his mind was in great confusion.
"How dare you!" Zhunti Taoist shouted coldly, "I have my own decision on this matter. How can I allow you to question me here?"
Randang and Maitreya trembled all over under the pressure of the saint, and finally lowered their heads unwillingly.
But the jealousy in my heart has not disappeared at all.
The saint is unfair!
And the other side.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Duobao Tathagata was overjoyed.
He fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowed repeatedly to the two saints, "I, your disciple Duobao, thank you both for your help! I will live up to your trust and achieve enlightenment soon, adding another saint to our Buddhist sect and reviving its prestige!"
Although he had seized the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he could do nothing if the saint did not give it to him.
Taoist Zhunti nodded with satisfaction.
He gently pushed forward the primordial purple energy in his hand, and it turned into a stream of light and went directly into the center of Duobao Tathagata's eyebrows.
"Go ahead." Zhunti Taoist waved his hand. "Find a clean place and go into seclusion. Don't let us down."
"yes!"
Duobao Tathagata kowtowed again, then impatiently turned around and turned into a ray of golden light, flying towards the depths of the desolate mountains.
He must go into seclusion immediately to refine the foundation for becoming a saint!
Ran Deng and Maitreya looked at Duobao's departing back, their hearts burning with jealousy.
…
While Tathagata and others were full of anticipation and were preparing to use the Hongmeng purple energy to ascend to the saint realm.
The other side.
Zhao Feng has already left Zixiao Palace.
He gained a lot from talking with the Three Pure Ones this time, and he must go back and make arrangements early.
After Zi'ah Zhao Feng left, he went to the Tushita Palace.
Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the serene and inactive Sage Taiqing and asked, "Brother, this time, are you really going to pin all your hopes of breaking the impasse on the human race and the Great Qin?"
Saint Taiqing nodded slightly and said confidently, "At this point, this is our only choice."
"Hongjun is no longer in harmony with the Dao, but has swallowed the Dao."
"He is the Way of Heaven, and the Way of Heaven is him. Even if we can join forces to suppress him, we cannot completely wipe him out."
"Once you take action, the laws of nature will collapse, and the primordial world will return to chaos. At that time, our foundations will be destroyed, and all things will cease to exist."
Tongtian Patriarch cursed at the side, "It was that old bastard Hongjun who set up the vicious scheme to plot against saints like us. Otherwise, how could we have come to this point?"
The more Tongtian Patriarch spoke, the angrier he became. Sword energy surged from his body, cutting through the space and time in the Tushita Palace with a crackling sound.
In the Battle of the Conferred Gods, all the immortals of the Jiejiao sect died, and the Taoist tradition was almost cut off. He himself was imprisoned in the Zixiao Palace for countless epochs. He always kept this account in mind.
Taiqing and Yuanshi also nodded.
In the Conferred Gods Battle, Yuanshi Tianzun was also plotted against, and the Three Pure Ones brothers became enemies.
How can we not avenge such a great hatred?
And now the opportunity to break the deadlock has appeared.
…
Xianyang Heavenly Palace, inside the Lingxiao Palace.
Ying Zheng sat high on the Nine Dragon Throne, his deep imperial eyes always looking in the direction of Tianwai Tian.
When he felt that Zhao Feng's vast holy power had returned safely, a smile finally appeared on that majestic face.
Ripples appeared in the air, and Zhao Feng quietly appeared in the hall. He smiled faintly and said, "Greetings, Father."
Ying Zheng stepped down from the throne and personally helped Zhao Feng up, "My son, please don't be polite."
He looked his son up and down, laughing heartily. "Excellent! Excellent! Excellent! As expected of my son, the Crown Prince of the Great Qin! Slaughtering a Saint in public and achieving the Dao of Hun Yuan, such a feat is unprecedented!"
The father and son smiled at each other, and everything was said without words.
After exchanging pleasantries, Zhao Feng began to report on the gains of this westward journey: "Father, during this western expedition, the Buddhist sect has been destroyed, and 99% of the territory of Xiniu Hezhou has been completely incorporated into the territory of the Great Qin."
"Even the Buddhist Eight Treasures Merit Pond was moved here by me and is now placed in the Imperial Garden of the Heavenly Palace."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng nodded with satisfaction.
In this way, together with the Southern Continent, the Eastern Continent and the Northern Continent which had long been controlled by the Qin Dynasty, the entire ancient land had been brought under the rule of the Qin Dynasty.
Unifying the four continents, what a great achievement!
However, Zhao Feng's ambitions clearly went beyond this. His expression grew serious, and he addressed Ying Zheng in a deep voice, "Father, I believe that the Great Qin's progress should not stop here. Now that the Four Continents have been conquered, it's the perfect time to seize victory and unify the Three Realms!"
He raised his hand and waved it, and a map made of magic power unfolded in the center of the hall.
On that map, there are not only the four continents of the ancient world, but also the boundless East Sea, West Sea, South Sea and North Sea.
Zhao Feng said to Zhao Qi standing beside him, "Pass the order down. Order Meng Tian, Wang Ben, Li Xin and other generals to march immediately. Divide the troops into four groups and conquer the four seas!"
"Order the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Zhen Yuanzi, Queen Mother of the West, and other worshippers to go all out and clear the obstacles for the army!"
"Anyone who disobeys will be killed! Anyone who resists will be destroyed!"
"I want all the territories within these three realms to be hoisted with the Black Water Dragon Flag of the Great Qin! All living beings must chant the name of the Great Qin!"
"Also, order the entire Great Qin army to prepare their troops and horses, be on the alert, and prepare for the attack on Heaven."
Zhao Qi quickly accepted the order and agreed.
Ying Zheng looked at the boundless territory on the map, and his heart was filled with lofty sentiments.
Unify the three realms!
This is also his lifelong wish!
But as an emperor, he considered more.
He looked at Zhao Feng and said, "Feng'er, now that the saint has returned, the will of Daoist Ancestor Hongjun has also descended. Changes are aplenty between heaven and earth. We are now aggressively expanding, and the next step is to march our forces towards the Heavenly Palace. Will Hongjun just sit back and watch?"
He knows it very well.
Hongjun is the biggest hidden danger.
The threat from a sage who has achieved the Dao is enough to make any ambition come to nothing.
Zhao Feng chuckled when he heard this: "Father, there is no need to worry."
"Hongjun, he doesn't dare to take action."
"Now the Three Pure Ones are all standing with our Great Qin. If he attacks, it will be a battle between the saints. When the primordial world collapses, his body that is in harmony with the Tao will also be damaged."
"not to mention……"
Zhao Feng gazed into the distance, gazing at the boundless expanse of the vast wilderness. "What my Great Qin wants to do is not just to replace the Heavenly Court. What I want to do is to elevate my Great Qin Dynasty to an eternal and immortal one..."
"Supreme Holy Court!"
The Supreme Holy Court!
When these four words came out of Zhao Feng's mouth, even Ying Zheng, the supreme emperor who was in harmony with the destiny of humanity, was shocked.
He could clearly feel that along with these four words, the golden dragon of destiny of the entire human race let out an extremely excited roar.
He looked at Zhao Feng, "Holy Court? Feng'er, what is the Holy Court?"
Zhao Feng looked at his father and slowly explained, "The way of fortune is divided into the imperial dynasty, the imperial dynasty, and the celestial dynasty."
"Our Great Qin is now the pinnacle of the Celestial Empire."
"And above the Celestial Empire is the Holy Court!"
"Once my Great Qin ascends to the Holy Court, it will be able to truly stand on equal footing with the Way of Heaven and the Way of Earth, and become one-third of the prehistoric world!"
"Until then..."
Zhao Feng's gaze fell on Ying Zheng. "Father, you can take this opportunity to ascend to heaven in one step and attain the supreme position of 'Saint Emperor'!"
"The realm of the Holy Emperor is equivalent to the Primordial Golden Immortal, a position comparable to that of a saint, indestructible through all calamities, and eternally immortal!"
boom!
As soon as these words came out, Ying Zheng felt as if billions of thunders exploded at the same time in his mind.
Holy Emperor!
Higher than a saint!
His emperor's heart, which had long been extremely calm, set off a huge wave at this moment.
Wasn't this the supreme realm of eternal immortality, a life span equal to that of heaven and earth, that he was pursuing? Ying Zheng hurriedly asked, "How can one be promoted to the Holy Court?"
Zhao Feng smiled slightly, "It's very simple."
"One, unify the three realms and push the destiny of humanity to an unprecedented peak."
"Second, replace the Heavenly Court, hold the authority of the Heavenly Dao, command the stars in the sky, and rule over all the immortals!"
"As long as we complete these two steps, our Great Qin will be able to achieve the position of the Holy Court immediately!"
“As long as we reach the city, the human and underground ways of the Great Qin will be truly perfected, and we will have the strength to truly compete with Hongjun head-on!”
...(End of this chapter)
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