The Primordial Supreme and Tongtian Patriarch began to settle old scores.
This claims that the Qiankun Ruler belongs to the Buddha of Enlightenment, who brought his talent to seek a teacher with clear intentions. Can the companion treasured artifact of the Buddha of Enlightenment be considered as a treasure of the Clan of Illustration?
That says the Dao Xing Supreme came by the mixed elemental gold pot from the nine-tailed fox and it has nothing to do with your school of jie. If you want to account for your cause and effect, go find that nine-tailed fox!
The two sages engaged in sharp-tongued arguments, the tension escalating with each word. The focal point of their dispute was the mixed elemental gold pot, as well as the completely nonexistent primordial purple mist.
The remaining sages were happily enjoying the melon.
Both Yuan Shiji and Tongtian were aware that the mixed elemental gold pot did not contain the primordial purple mist, and the other sages knew as well. However, they still argued passionately. This time, even the Taiqing Saint refrained from intervening but instead quietly watched from the sidelines.
Their argument seems to focus on the mixed elemental gold pot, but actually touches on a core issue. Yuan Shiji and Tongtian are using the opportunity to test the attitudes of the other sages.
Yang Mei's fall is bound to result in an additional divine position in the World of Chaos and Obscurity. So the question arises, who should this divine position be given to?
Outsiders, such as Zhengyuanzi and Kunpeng, who are eliminated immediately, are not even considered in the first place.
Hao Tian and Yaochi are already supreme beings in the Three Realms, so they cannot become sages. Does the Lord of the Way approve of this? Let's leave it to a question mark.
Certainly, the favorites among the saints are their own disciples. XuanDu, Nanji, GuangChengzi, DuoBao, JinLing, YaoShi, MiLe, including Deng Chanyu. All of these direct disciples are on the list.
Tongtian taught master said casually: "Why not let the disciples compete to decide the ownership of the Mixed Yuan Gold Pot."
There is no such thing as heavyweight or lightweight here. Direct disciples, regardless of their cultivation level, can participate. In other words, holy sages, great daoists, and golden immortals will compete side by side. The result is self-evident.
Yuan Shiji refused outright.
In his view, Tongtian's disciples lack moral cultivation and disregard hierarchy, but a few indeed possess considerable combat skills, such as Master Duobao!
As the primary disciple of Tongtian, Master Duobao was the first to become his student. During that time, the Three Clarities had not yet split apart. Master Duobao joined Tongtian's sect.
Master Duobao's blessings, roots, talent, and fate are all the best. This recognition is even acknowledged by Yuan Shiji. If all disciples compete without regard to cultivation level, the most likely winner is Master Duobao.
Yuan Shiji snorted coldly: "We are of divine heart, cultivating the great way, and seek eternal life. How can we act like beasts in a fight?"
Tongtian's reliance is the ability of his disciples, while Yuan Shiji takes the initiative to evade the issue, making it clear that he is talking about morality.
Specifically, what this morality thing is, that's a different story.
The final result of the dispute between the two sages was that it ended without a result.
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In the past, Hao Tian turned to the Zihao Palace for help, hoping to draw disciples from the three schools to assist him in managing the heavenly court. Honghui had even spoken up, but the saints still used the "drag" strategy, only giving three or two disciples to handle affairs and dragging on for who knows how many epochs. It was inevitable that the Zihao Palace would then issue the "sheng" scroll.
The time of the saints is not like regular time; they always drag their feet in doing things, until they can no longer drag on.
Same applies now. As long as the divine position hasn't appeared yet, we just wait and discuss it when it does appear.
The issue of the ownership of the mixed elemental gold pot has been temporarily set aside. After all, Tongtian is somewhat face-saving, Zhaogongming's attempt to seize the qiankun ruler is true, and they even killed Ruan Deng for it. You can take from others, but others can take from you as well. Moreover, Dao Xing Supreme didn't directly snatch the mixed elemental gold pot from Yunxiao's hand nor kill anyone for treasure. Tongtian shouldn't be too harsh about it.
Deep in the sea of blood.
The Old Ancestor of the Dark River sits cross-legged in an ancient temple surrounded by blood-colored vines.
In the World of Chaos and Obscurity, countless calamitous beasts, monsters, and disasters were sucked into the Blood River Array by the time it was finished. Things like DANJU's jealousy, XIANG's brutality, QI YU's resentment, KANG HUI's fury, including the dissolute nature of the Nine-Tailed Fox Demon Spirit - all negative emotions were gathered together and sent recklessly towards the interior of the temple. Finally, they merged into a substance that was radically different from terrestrial qi.
The blood-colored vines continued to funnel their energy into the temple, causing some of the vines outside to quickly recede. The tablet displayed an ominous "MO" character on the temple, filled with malevolent aura.
In the rumors, it was said that Bo Xun, the first disciple of the Dark River who betrayed it, stood respectfully by the side.
Labeling Bo Xun with the term "deeply malicious" is not excessive. As the leader of the AŚura teachings, he has now reached the peak of the Great Dao Immortal, but since the Blood Sea is barren, he dares not go out, and therefore has been unable to find his path to enlightenment for a long time.
At this moment, he stood inside the temple, even with mental preparation, the formidable aura emanating from the convergence of so many negative energies made him feel a chill down his spine. Here, there was some kind of terrifying force that could directly strike one's spiritual realm. Even he, an evil cultivator, felt scared and respectful.
He took out the Nine Nines Scattered Soul Gourd of Hong Yun: "Master, what you want is already ready."
The Dark River Master kept his eyes tightly shut, and though he was seated in the lotus position on the ground, he seemed to have ADHD, as his shoulders, neck, and arms were trembling uncontrollably as if something were about to detach from his body.
He could only clench his fingers tightly, suppressing all discomfort within himself. At this moment, he had no strength to speak, but merely nodded lightly. Bo Xun quickly opened the gourd and saw a black shadow suddenly burst out from within.
The shadow didn't take the shape of a person but resembled a cluster of tiny particles, floating in the air several times attempting to recombine, but each time they were scattered by some kind of force. Finally, it could only attach itself to a black statue inside the temple that had three heads and six arms and was filled with demonic qi.
The Dark River Master kept uttering something to the statue in a peculiar rhythm. The statue had no mouth and lacked the "soul" in the true sense of the word from the World of Chaos, yet it could communicate back and forth with the Dark River Master.
This language was completely unintelligible to Bo Xun, who tried to mimic it, only to find that he could not even pronounce it, let alone remember it. This language seemed to inherently possess some kind of "magical power."
He didn't know how much time had passed, but the temple where the demonic ancestor Luo Hou was excavated from the depths of the nine underworlds gradually lost its original malevolence, and all the blood-colored vines withered away. The statue also seemed to have exhausted its last energy. Bo Xun opened the Nine Nines Scattered Soul Gourd in an attempt to recover some more demonic qi, but in the end, he received nothing.
The Old Ancestor of the Dark River stood up, and Bo Xun immediately bowed his head to show his obedience. Master and disciple were separated by a distance of ten paces, but Bo Xun felt that the Dark River Master's gaze fell on him, seemingly silent and standing quietly in front of him, but actually seemed like a beast staring at its food.
Trembling with fear, after a stick of incense, when he looked up again, he found that the Old Ancestor of the Dark River had disappeared. Bo Xun secretly let out a breath of relief; his teacher had been ill to begin with, but it seemed as though his condition had worsened!
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