Chapter 206 - 205 "Great Development of the Southern Primordial

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Chapter 206: Chapter 205 "Great Development of the Southern Primordial Yin Shou was deeply saddened upon learning of Wen Zhong’s death in battle, and even more so upon discovering that Wen Zhong’s body was not recovered. He granted Wen Zhong a series of posthumous titles and conducted a grand funeral using clothing and artifacts in place of his remains. He understood Yin Shang’s current circumstances. After calmly analyzing the situation, he realized that there was no way to reverse the tides, nor did he want to. Years of effort were finally within reach, and he was not about to give up his chance to ascend to immortality. ... Nezha spent three months cultivating in Yuxu Palace in the blink of an eye, and the abundant, pure spiritual energy was utterly intoxicating. Ci Hang, though outwardly appearing pale but stable, was in fact severely afflicted. His Dao Fruit had been completely destroyed, and he could barely maintain the cultivation level of a Profound Immortal. Meanwhile, Lord Lao had finally succeeded in refining the elixirs. Yuanshi Tianzun now held a gourd in his hand that looked quite similar to the red gourd Nezha had received. When the gourd was opened, golden pills flew out and fused directly into the bodies of the Chan Sect Immortals. Before long, they all regained consciousness and immediately knelt to pay their respects. Their lives were preserved, but their cultivation had been utterly shattered. Years of painstaking cultivation were rendered for naught; even the unlucky Yun Zhongzi was not spared this time. Yang Jian and Wei Hu, however, were relatively unscathed. As they were merely at the Profound Immortal level and had no Dao Fruits to lose, and because their senior uncles had shielded them during the catastrophe, they avoided the worst of it. The second-generation disciples of the Chan Sect consumed the golden pills and barely managed to recover the cultivation of Human Immortals. As for what comes next. Nothing much to say—just slowly rebuild your cultivation. Ci Hang, after taking an Immortal Pill, fared somewhat better; it was estimated that he could recover his Golden Immortal level of cultivation in a relatively short time. Nezha looked around and finally realized that he was no longer the weakest among the third generation of the Mystic Sect, a cause for celebration. However, the biggest issue right now was the massive crater—what would they do about it? Should they find Kunpeng to handle it? Even if Kunpeng could be found—which was a question in itself—he would surely retort, "The Chaos Bell is now with your Chan Sect; what does any of this have to do with me, Kunpeng?" And there was still the matter of the Divine Enthronement. Wasn’t this initiated by Yuanshi Tianzun? If the matter remained unresolved and stuck there, what would become of his Saintly dignity? Moreover, the crater wasn’t even the biggest problem; the countless vengeful spirits above it were. The sight of them would make anyone’s scalp tingle, and it was absolutely impossible to mend the damage under these circumstances. Even the underworld had no solution to deal with those vengeful spirits. Their numbers had reached a tipping point, transforming their essence. After all, the Human Clan was the prime sacrificial offering of the Primordial World, and among them were numerous Immortals. Barring unforeseen circumstances, it would inevitably fall to the Chan Sect to clean up this mess. Yuanshi Tianzun would provide support but would abstain from direct action. If something required a Saint’s intervention, what use were his disciples? Let it be, let it be! Nezha did not volunteer to take on the task. While he had a streak of kindness, he was not foolish; he had no intention of embroiling himself in such monumental karmic consequences. The massive crater wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. It could wait. Nezha took his leave of Kunlun Mountain but did not return to Nantang straightaway. Instead, he made a trip to Skull Mountain only to find that his friend (and occasional tool), Shi Ji, was not home. But Nezha wasn’t one to stand on ceremony. "Caiyun, Biyun, get to work!" The two little attendants, knowing Nezha had an extraordinary relationship with their mistress, obediently rolled up their sleeves and began dusting and searching for bones. Nezha, meanwhile, headed to the Jie Sect to continue recruiting support. The scale of this endeavor was simply too vast, and his master had clearly left it all in his hands, so he had no choice but to work hard. Because merit was incredibly enticing. In Nezha’s view, merit was like premium currency in a game. If he wanted, he could use merit to immediately push his cultivation to the Golden Immortal level. Cultivating divine skills and spells also required frequent injections of merit. In short, with enough merit, even his Grandpa Daoist Ancestor would personally rig the game in his favor. He arrived at Golden Turtle Island with impressive familiarity. You wouldn’t believe it, but almost everyone was present. Following Yu Yuan on a brief stroll, Nezha managed to locate Shi Ji, Fire Spirit, Sanxiao, and their three mounts. As for Old Zhao, he had wanted to come, but retreated in fear after just one glare from Yunxiao. Next, he visited the underworld and recruited a group of big men. A grand procession returned to the southern region—it had to be explained somehow. Surely, they couldn’t merely claim that it was getting cold and they needed some extra clothes? All these people and forces mingling together certainly gave Hao Tian a fright. He had been peeking incessantly through the Hao Tian Mirror, convinced that Nezha had been harboring rebellious tendencies for quite some time. (Nezha: "You’re astute—kidding.") Of course, Nezha wasn’t rebelling; his true goal was to build a better Primordial World. Thus, this operation was dubbed the "Great Development of the Southern Honghuang." Don’t ask. If you must, it’s for the greater good of the Primordial World. Before long, all of Nantang was bustling with fervent activity. Nezha himself was swamped, not only with coordinating and managing various tasks but also with personally undertaking several critical technical jobs. For instance, crafting Five-Colored Stones, forging skeletal structures, performing baseline measurements and estimates, and finally, making another trip to Fire Cloud Cave to borrow Grandpa Fu Xi’s River Map and Luo Book. Meanwhile, the underworld also tried to devise a solution. Ultimately, they concluded it was undoable—not because they couldn’t resort to brute force, but because there was no reason for them to shoulder such monumental karmic consequences on behalf of the Chan Sect. In the blink of an eye, five years had passed. Five years might not be long for Immortals, but it was certainly not brief for mortals. After this time working together, while the various parties hadn’t formed close bonds, they had become at least somewhat familiar with one another. No Brainer and Unhappy were the type to thrive in chaotic surroundings. Over these five years, they hardly contributed to the work, spending most of their days goofing off. They had even approached Daji and Deng Chanyu at one point to ask if they could play queens for a few days. The materials Nezha had gathered within the Mountain and River Map had already piled up into mountains. According to his calculations, it should be enough. As he waited left and right, the first Chan Sect Immortal he saw was Guang Chengzi, who had been smacked into an unknown location by Kun Daoist’s tail. Guang Chengzi did not immediately return to Yuxu Palace. Instead, he went to the West Zhou region to check if the Chaos Bell was still intact. What he saw gave him quite a fright. Everything was gone! How had this Human Purgatory emerged? He spent ages trying to deduce what had happened but could find no answers. The Chaos Bell had obliterated everything, though he did calculate that his junior brothers were all unharmed. That was at least some relief. He then noticed the bustling activity in the southern region, spotting many familiar figures among the commotion. Knowing that Yun Zhongzi and Master Taiyi were on good terms with Nezha, he promptly rode a cloud to the south. Upon seeing Guang Chengzi unharmed, Nezha couldn’t help but marvel. Truly, he was Yuanshi Tianzun’s favorite—his fortune was remarkably profound. While other senior brothers endured severe injuries and setbacks in their cultivation, Guang Chengzi remained unscathed—and even acquired the supreme defensive treasure, the Karma Fire Red Lotus. Nezha recounted everything to Guang Chengzi, then informed him of the others’ current conditions. Learning that his junior brothers had returned to Yuxu Palace, Guang Chengzi breathed a sigh of complete relief but soon gazed toward the massive crater in the north with apprehension. He knew the Chan Sect would have to handle this matter because his teacher’s reputation mattered more to him than his own life. The Mystic Sect certainly possessed scriptures to liberate souls, but relying on him alone to transcend those souls could take over a thousand years—and he didn’t have the patience for such a task.

Chapter 206 - 205 "Great Development of the Southern Primordial

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