"Where is Hong Yuanhua?" In Mingyue Cave Heaven on Mingquan Mountain, the slender Master Wuxiang, with clear cheekbones and fine eyes, but with immortal light all over his body, asked towards the bottom of the altar with a majestic and awe-inspiring look.
A young man in a plain feathered robe stood on the jade platform below the altar. Upon hearing Master Wuxiang's question, he respectfully replied, "Ancestor, it seems Yuanhua has taken people to Yuquan Peak."
"Yuquan Peak? That's the location of the mountain god's palace established by the Heavenly Court. What is he doing there?" Master Wuxiang said with a slightly gloomy expression.
The young man in the feathered robe said, "In reply to the ancestor, there is a spiritual spring below the Mountain God's Palace on Yuquan Peak. Yuan Hua said that he wanted to use that spiritual spring to ripen more immortal medicines before the Heavenly Court sent a new mountain god."
"Nonsense." Master Wuxiang snorted coldly, "Go and call them back to me."
The feather-robed youth was puzzled. "Ancestor, why are you so cautious? He's only a sixth-rank immortal official, and his cultivation level is only at the Refining Void Realm at best. Even if he really comes, what's the use? Why should we be afraid of him?"
Upon hearing this, Master Wuxiang rebuked him, "Foolish."
The young man in the feathered robe was startled, and then a trace of dissatisfaction rose in his heart, "Grandfather, how could my grandson be so stupid?"
Seeing his unconvinced expression, Master Wuxiang suddenly smiled faintly and said, "Does a sixth-rank mountain god only represent himself? No, he also represents the Heavenly Court. Immortal Weisheng leads 300,000 heavenly soldiers and generals to station at Luoyan Ridge, eyeing the Nine Caves of Xihua Province covetously. The previous mountain god died within the sphere of influence of Mingyue Cave. Do you really think that the Heavenly Court dares not go to war with us?"
"Isn't it?" asked the young man in feather robe.
Master Wuxiang looked at the young man in the feathered robe with a piercing gaze and said, "If the Jade Emperor wishes, the Heavenly Court can turn Northern Julu Continent into a scorched earth at any time, a scorched earth where not a single blade of grass can grow."
The young man in the feathered robe said with some disbelief, "Those 300,000 heavenly soldiers and generals have been here for so long but haven't dared to ask to enter the sphere of influence of my Nine Caves Demon Clan. Why is that?"
Master Wuxiang pondered for a moment and said, "Do you know how the Jade Emperor became the ruler of the Three Realms?"
The young man in the feathered robe said, "Isn't he a natural saint, destined by Heaven to be the ruler of the three realms?"
"Don't believe those nonsense. The Jade Emperor was able to become the ruler of the three realms because he cultivated himself step by step." said Master Wuxiang.
"Cultivate? Cultivate what? Taoism? Supernatural powers?" the young man in feather robe asked curiously.
Master Wuxiang said, "He cultivated merit and endured tribulations. Do you know how many years he cultivated?"
The feather-robed youth replied, "Tens of millions of years?"
Master Wuxiang shook his head.
The feather-robed youth replied, "One hundred million years?"
Master Wuxiang still shook his head.
The feather-robed youth's eyes trembled slightly, and he asked in a trembling voice, "One billion years?"
Master Wuxiang stopped shaking his head and smiled faintly, saying, "The Jade Emperor endured three thousand kalpas before achieving the Golden Immortal Dao Fruition. After enduring another billion kalpas, he finally attained the position of Jade Emperor. From the Kaihuang kalpa to the present day, seventy-eight thousand one hundred and twenty-five epochs have passed, a total of one hundred and one trillion years."
The young man in the feather robe took a deep breath and couldn't help shaking all over.
One hundred trillion years, what a terrifying number of years? He recalled his own age, which was only one hundred and sixty-three years old.
One hundred and sixty-three years may seem like a long time, but compared to the time the Jade Emperor spent in attaining enlightenment, it is extremely small.
Seeing his frightened expression, Master Wuxiang said calmly, "You don't need to be afraid. The Jade Emperor is not the Taoist Patriarch or the Buddha. He cannot leave Heaven easily, and he will not start a war at will."
The feather-robed youth's eyes seemed to have regained some spirit, and he asked, "Why?"
Master Wuxiang said, "The Jade Emperor is the ruler of the Three Realms, the Ten Directions, the Four Births and Six Paths, and the countless beings in the heavens and myriad realms. The calamity forces of the countless beings under the entire Heavenly Dao are all borne and resolved by the Jade Emperor alone. Think about it, there are probably tens of billions of beings in the Northern Continent of Jambudvīpa, and these beings generate a calamity force every day. That's hundreds of billions of calamity forces over there. The higher the level of cultivation, the greater and more calamity force is generated. Expand this number to include the Four Continents, the Ten Continents and Three Islands, and the countless heavens and myriad realms, and you'll understand the immense calamity force the Jade Emperor needs to bear and resolve. And the calamity force generated by a great war between Heaven and the demon race would be so entangled that it would be difficult to sort out and resolve even for ten thousand years. Do you understand?"
"The Heavenly Dao established the honorable position of the Lord of the Three Realms in order to resolve the calamity forces that are generated between heaven and earth all the time. Because if these calamity forces cannot be resolved and accumulate between heaven and earth for a long time, once the number is large, they will be transformed into 'quantum calamity'. At that time, the sky will collapse and the earth will split, and the heavens will fall. The intensity of a quantitative calamity is comparable to the creation of the world all over again. Even if you are a Daluo Jinxian, you may be turned into ashes at any time during the quantitative calamity." Master Wuxiang said in a calm voice.
"Then, ancestor, why do we, the demon race, still want to go against the Jade Emperor?" asked the young man in feather robe.
Master Wuxiang smiled and said, "You are wrong. We demons are only fighting for luck. You can say that we sometimes oppose the Heavenly Court, but we are not against the Jade Emperor."
When the young man in feather robe heard this, he felt his mind suddenly become clear, and many things that he didn't understand before suddenly became clear.
"I understand, son." The young man in the feathered robe clasped his fists and said, "Grandfather, I will go and call Yuan Hua and the others back."
Seeing that he understood, Master Wuxiang nodded and said, "You must remember that although Mingyue Cave is at the forefront of the battle with the Heavenly Court, there are things that should be done and things that should not be done. You must understand this."
Finally, Master Wuxiang said something to the young man in the feathered robe that chilled him to the bone: "Do you also believe that I, your ancestor, sent people to kill the previous mountain god?"
"Remember, although the Nine Caves are nominally fellow demon brothers, there is a word 'Li' before their names. The heavenly officials in Luoyan Ridge can see it more clearly than you. Where is the Four-Eyed Demon King? Where in the Nine Caves is he hiding? I, the ancestor, don't know, and those immortal officials don't know either, but someone must know, so... do you know?" After Master Wuxiang finished speaking, he pinched the magic formula with his hands and sat in meditation, no longer paying attention to the feather-robed young man below who was looking astonished.
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