Hu Le slowly raised his hand and gently put the Xuanhuang Diagram back.
At this very moment, Zhen Yuanzi, trapped in the diagram, was pleading desperately, his voice filled with despair and fear.
"It's all predestined! Even with my compassion, I can't change anything. You should just accept your fate and head to the Investiture of the Gods."
Hu Le sighed helplessly, ignoring Zhen Yuanzi's pleas and pleas for mercy. He grasped the Xuanhuang Diagram, gave it a sharp shake, and Zhen Yuanzi instantly vanished into thin air.
However, at this moment, a faint true spirit flew out from the Xuanhuang Diagram, like a twinkling shooting star, and headed straight for the Investiture of the Gods.
This true spirit is the last trace of creation left by Zhen Yuanzi. It carries Zhen Yuanzi's soul and will and will be reborn on the Investiture of the Gods.
Faced with what was happening before their eyes, both the disciples of Mount Ling and the disciples of the Earth Immortals were stunned.
Their eyes widened, their mouths gaped open, like a group of startled toads, trembling all over.
The tragic death of Zhen Yuanzi made them deeply aware of the immense power of the cult leader and the capriciousness of fate.
They originally thought that Zhen Yuanzi, as the ancestor of earth immortals, possessed endless supernatural powers and magic, and could withstand any crisis. But now he had died in the blink of an eye, which made them feel an indescribable fear and awe.
Auspicious clouds floated gently across the sky, while wisps of rosy mist rose like colorful ribbons.
Auspicious energy permeated the ground, as if a golden veil had enveloped the earth, and a peaceful and serene atmosphere surrounded the world.
Hu Le looked up, his eyes coldly sweeping over the group of immortals and Buddhas opposite him, before turning to look at the Tongtian Sect Leader.
"Fellow Daoist, please send these people on their way."
His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he had no pity for the impending killing.
The Master of the Heavenly Sect nodded slightly, indicating that he understood Hu Le's intention.
Without hesitation, he threw out the Qingping Sword in his hand. Instantly, the sword transformed into a streak of emerald light, which plunged straight into the crowd on the other side like lightning.
Upon seeing this, the assembled immortals and Buddhas were terrified and cried out in alarm, "Ah!"
"Oh no! This is bad!"
"Master, spare my life!"
They tried to escape or resist, but all their efforts were in vain.
The sword light crisscrossed the arena, like a dragon emerging from the sea. Wherever it passed, blood splattered, and immortals and Buddhas fell with screams of agony.
The stench of blood filled the air, making one want to vomit.
However, even if they pleaded and even fought back, they could not change their fate.
The sword light mercilessly reaped lives, and one immortal or Buddha after another fell, a scene too gruesome to bear.
This massacre filled the world with an atmosphere of death and despair.
In just over ten breaths, all the immortals and Buddhas were killed on the spot.
The Tongtian Sect Leader reached out and beckoned, and the Qingping Sword transformed into a streak of green light and flew back into his hand.
He turned to look at Hu Le and said softly, "The mortal world is not a place for us to stay for long. Since there are no other matters, I will return to Biyou Palace now."
Hu Le nodded slightly.
He replied softly, "The rest of the matters here can be handled by my disciples. I also need to return to Fuli Heaven."
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them urged their mounts on.
Beneath the bodies of the two oxen, a magnificent and colorful auspicious cloud emerged from each one.
Auspicious clouds gradually rose, carrying them slowly upwards into the sky.
One of the two leaders sped towards the heavens, his figure gradually disappearing into the horizon; the other flew straight towards the East China Sea, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The Earth Book and the Ginseng Fruit Tree, left on the ground, lay there quietly, seemingly unnoticed by the two religious leaders.
Although both treasures are top-tier innate treasures, they held little appeal for these two sect leaders.
Their purpose in descending from the mountain to enter the mortal world was to comply with the will of Heaven and fulfill their destiny, so that those who were destined to be listed on the Investiture of the Gods would be placed in their proper positions. They did not come specifically to seize magical treasures or kill and harm people.
If I were to actually accept these two magical treasures and spread the word, it would likely invite criticism...
The two sect leaders had no intention of accepting these treasures. Even if their disciples were envious of them, they would not accept two spiritual treasures and bring shame upon their sect leaders.
Guan Kong walked into the arena and saw the Earth Book emitting a ball of mysterious yellow light on the ground. As for the Ginseng Fruit Tree, it was wrapped in a ball of yellow clouds, rising and falling, and scattering wisps of innate energy as its branches and leaves swayed.
She reached out and took the two magical treasures in her hands, then called Dou Nengsheng over.
"Master, you summoned your disciple here. What are your instructions?" Dou Nengsheng asked respectfully.
Guan Kong pushed the two magical treasures in front of him and instructed, "Go to Longevity Mountain and return these treasures to the Wuzhuang Temple!"
"yes."
Dou Nengsheng agreed and flew to Longevity Mountain with the two magical treasures in his arms.
Longevity Mountain, a fairyland, is shrouded in mist and clouds. The mountain is covered with lush trees and exotic flowers and herbs.
On this day, Dou Nengsheng arrived at Wuzhuang Temple. He descended on auspicious clouds and knocked on the temple gate.
At this time, only Mingyue Tongzi remained to guard the Wuzhuang Temple.
Upon hearing the knock on the door, Mingyue Tongzi came out. When she saw the Earth Book and the Ginseng Fruit Tree that Dou Nengsheng was holding in his arms, an ominous feeling immediately arose in her heart.
"May I ask what brings you here, guest?" Mingyue Tongzi asked, frowning.
Dou Nengsheng glanced at the Wuzhuang Temple behind the boy and asked, "Are you the only one left in the temple?"
Bright Moon Boy nodded slightly, "So what if it is!"
"If that's the case, then you shall accept Zhenyuan Daxian's relics," Dou Nengsheng said calmly.
"What... relics..."
Upon hearing this, Mingyue Tongzi was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale. He stumbled back a few steps, his voice trembling as he asked, "What's wrong with my master?"
Dou Nengsheng came only to return the treasures, and too lazy to waste words with Mingyue Tongzi, he simply stuffed the Earth Book and the Ginseng Fruit Tree into the boy's arms.
"You may keep this item for the sake of the Wuzhuang Temple lineage, no need to ask any more questions... I'm off!"
After saying this, Dou Nengsheng returned directly to Jincheng.
As Mingyue Tongzi watched Dou Nengsheng ride away on the clouds, holding the spiritual treasure, a deep unease rose in his heart, and he felt that the world was filled with loneliness and desolation...
Mingyue Tongzi stood in front of the Taoist temple for a long time, then sighed and turned to walk into the temple.
She entered the hall and began refining the two spiritual treasures.
Now that the master may no longer be around, she is still responsible for continuing the lineage of Wuzhuang Temple.
Within a few days, news spread near Wanshou Mountain that Zhenyuan Daxian and all his followers had died.
Only a young boy remained in the temple, guarding the Earth Book and the Ginseng Fruit Tree.
Soon after, demons surrounded Longevity Mountain, all drooling as they gazed at Wuzhuang Temple...
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