Chapter 499 Quasi-Saint Perfection, Words of the Saint
Han Jue didn't bother to figure out what ambitions the saints had. It wouldn't affect him anyway.
It is enough to curse the Saint of Destiny to go crazy. If the curse continues, the way of heaven may collapse again.
Han Jue now just wants to hide in the dojo and practice.
Three years later.
"I, Taoist Tianqing, will set up a Taoist temple in the extreme south, in the Red and Blue Sea, to preach the Way of Immortality and the Way of Saints. I will resume my lectures a hundred years from now, and all living beings can come to listen to my teachings and comprehend the great power of immortality!"
A voice resounded throughout the fairy world. Han Jue counted with his fingers and found that the other party was just a Daluo Jinxian.
A Daluo Jinxian dares to talk about the holy way? He is really courting death!
Aren't you afraid of offending the saint? On second thought, the other party might be the saint's disciple.
Han Jue shook his head and laughed.
Over the next thousand years, powerful people continued to spread their messages throughout the fairy world, preaching and teaching, and there seemed to be a trend of a hundred schools of thought contending with each other.
A thousand years later, Han Jue finally approached the perfection of the quasi-saint realm.
Nearly seven thousand years have passed since the last breakthrough.
Han Jue's heart was filled with emotions. He first cursed the Saint of Destiny and then celebrated.
Five days later, the curse ended and Han Jue continued to practice.
Make a concerted effort! Achieve perfection!
At the same time, uninvited guests arrived outside Baiyuexianchuan.
There were three creatures with human-like bodies but non-human faces who came to the top of a hillside. Leading them was a creature with an eagle's head and a human body, wearing a purple robe with red edges.
The eagle-headed creature frowned and said, "It is completely impossible to spy on it with divine thoughts. It is worthy of being the first forbidden place in the fairy world."
The snake-headed creature next to him asked, "Brother, are we going to force our way in?"
The eagle-headed creature shook his head and said, "We can't act rashly before we are sure. It's not easy for us three immortals Qu Jun to come this far. We can't be careless. There are many powerful people hidden in the immortal world. If there are powerful people in Baiyue Xianchuan, we must be polite to them."
Hearing this, the other two creatures looked at each other and nodded silently.
Hence, the three immortals Qu Jun began to take root nearby and build their own cave dwellings.
Under the hibiscus tree.
The Black Prison Chicken cried, "There are three transformed beings living outside the Baiyue Xianchuan, all of them are Immortal Emperors."
Ah Da snorted, "What's there to worry about with a mere Immortal Emperor?"
The waiter nodded.
Immortal Emperor?
The Hidden Sect has no shortage of Immortal Emperors!
After so many years, they and the You Clan have begun to impact the divine realm!
Chaos Tengu asked curiously, "They don't want to trespass into our Baiyue Xianchuan, do they?"
"I can't?"
"Tsk tsk, do you think I have a dog brain?"
"What do you mean? Be polite, he's Master Ji's son of a bitch!"
"You...are not human!"
"That's all you can say, but don't bully Tengu. He has the support of the Second Guardian, so that's incredible."
The disciples of the Hidden Sect under the Fusang tree began to chat, talking and laughing, and none of them took the Three Immortals Qu Jun seriously.
Not to mention the Immortal Emperor, even if a quasi-saint attacked, the disciples of the Hidden Sect would not panic.
Five hundred years later.
Han Jue finally reached the level where he could break through. He was in high spirits and immediately began to retreat.
While he was in seclusion, Qu Jun Sanxian could no longer sit still.
They began to try to break through the Baiyue Xianchuan, but were blocked by the formation.
“Bold!”
A loud shout was heard, scaring Qu Jun and the other three immortals so much that they retreated violently.
A man in white appeared in the air over the Baiyue Xianchuan River, looking down at the three immortals Qu Jun.
Expert!
Qu Jun and the other three were shocked by the other party's temperament, as if they had seen a legendary saint.
The Eagle-Headed Immortal said, "We are the three Qujun Immortals, and we have come to pay respect to the Baiyue Immortal River. Before this incident, we have been here for five hundred years and have not seen anyone. So we are so presumptuous to intrude. I hope you will not be angry. In addition, can you accept us three immortals?"
The man in white frowned and said, "Take you in? I can't make the decision. I advise you to give up. Even if you are a quasi-saint, it is impossible for you to break in."
Can’t make the decision?
The Eagle-Headed Immortal asked cautiously, "You are in the Hundred Mountains Immortal River..."
"Registered disciple! Insignificant, but I live in the border area, so I came to stop you and advise you not to act recklessly, otherwise I, the powerful one from Hidden Sect, can destroy you both physically and spiritually in one breath." The man in white said impatiently.
Registered disciple?
Qu Jun and the other three were shocked. At this moment, the man in white turned around and left, disappearing quickly.
The snakehead immortal said excitedly: "Brother, there really is a great and powerful person here!"
The Eagle-Headed Immortal took a deep breath and said, "We must not leave. Since the mighty ones of Baiyue Xianchuan did not attack us, it means they have compassion in their hearts. As long as we show enough sincerity, we will surely be able to impress them, not to mention that our qualifications are not bad!"
The other two immortals nodded in agreement.
They called themselves the Three Immortals, but they knew they were not immortals at all.
They need a backer! So, the three Qu Jun immortals continued to stay near Baiyue Xianchuan, and every once in a while, they would come to the formation and kowtow together, hoping to impress the powerful.
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that's all.
Fifty years passed.
Han Jue successfully broke through!
The surge in magic power and the feeling of becoming stronger brought great satisfaction to Han Jue's empty heart.
He called up the property panel to check: [Name: Han Jue]
[Lifespan: 27553/98, 9000, 9999, 9999, 9999, 9999]
[Race: Hongmeng Demon God (Wulian Emperor)]
[Cultivation: Quasi-Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian realm completed]
[Kung Fu: Great Dao of Hongmeng Reincarnation (Great Dao Level), Zhoutian Body Tempering Method]
[The Great Way: The Great Way of Life and Death, The Great Way of Cause and Effect, The Great Way of Ultimate Origin]
…
Life expectancy did not double, but increased by one third.
Next, Han Jue can strive to achieve enlightenment!
Han Jue continued to consolidate his cultivation, which took him twenty-seven years.
It took him several more months to improve all of his sword skills to the limit.
Han Jue was just about to practice the Taiyi Zizai Dharma, when Han Dutian came to ask for a meeting.
Han Jue let him enter the Taoist temple.
Han Dutian knelt before Han Jue and said, "Grandmaster, recently many transformed beings have come to Baiyue Xianchuan, all from various Qiyun sects. It is rumored that Baiyue Xianchuan contains Hongmeng purple qi, which is used to prove the Dao. This is not a good thing."
His face was solemn.
The formation of Baiyue Xianchuan is powerful, but it cannot withstand the gathering of all living beings in the world.
Han Jue said: "Come if you want, they can't get in."
Hongmeng purple energy?
I don’t know who is behind this, I’ll deal with him later!
Han Jue now only wants to prove his truth first.
Han Dutian asked cautiously, "I heard from the creatures outside that it was said by a saint. This is of great significance. Who would not believe the words of a saint? By then, even a quasi-saint might come. Can our formation stop him?"
Han Jue's eyes turned cold, and he said, "Mind your own business and practice more. The Hidden Sect has experienced countless disasters, so what storms and waves have they not seen? Don't spread such remarks within the sect, which will affect others' practice. Do you understand?"
In an instant, Han Fallen felt a terrifying sense of oppression and almost suffocated, and nodded quickly.
Han Jue waved his hand, signaling him to leave.
Han Dutian hurriedly left the Taoist temple.
"saint?"
Han Jue was dismissive. He did not directly try to figure out which saint it was. At this critical juncture, he certainly could not curse the saint directly. Once he did, his identity would likely be exposed.
Anyway, it would be useless even if the saint himself broke in.
Han Jue now has only one goal.
Prove the truth and become a saint!
(End of this chapter)