Chapter 291 - 290: That Thing?

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Chapter 291: Chapter 290: That Thing? Hao Tian was furious, but there was nothing he could do, because the Heavenly River should indeed have a hundred thousand navy soldiers under Bian Zhuang’s command. Unfortunately, Bian Zhuang was slacking, and all his subordinates had run away. At this moment, looking furious, he really wanted to drag Bian Zhuang to the Immortal Slaying Stage to be executed, yet the words stuck in his throat and he swallowed them. "Marshal, go to the front line and provide support." Tianpeng was overjoyed upon hearing this; not being given specific tasks meant he could slack off! After kowtowing to Hao Tian, he cheerfully left. Hao Tian watched Tianpeng leave with a calm expression; this time, he let him go for the sake of Lord, but if he caused trouble again, he wouldn’t be lenient. The deeper one delves into the Dream World, the more difficult it becomes, with risks increasing exponentially. There are some Great Experts from the Primordial who have completely vanished, yet their Dream Worlds still exist here. Their cultivation was so formidable that even upon their demise, they continued to exist in a different form within the dream. Now Hao Tian comes to break in, aiming to eradicate their final traces, thus becoming a mortal enemy! Fortunately, the Dream World has its limits; it can’t be compared to the Primordial, and the Thunder Department, Fire Department, Water Department, Ministry of War, and Plague Department successively entered the battlefield. The fight was still arduous, but progress was being made. Nezha had just left not long ago and arrived again at Longevity Mountain. Qingfeng and Ming Yue joyfully welcomed him into Wuzhuang Temple and took him to Zhen Yuanzi. Under the Ginsengfruit tree, Zhen Yuanzi fiddled with a chessboard, playing a game against himself. Nezha had no study of this and wasn’t very interested. "What does brother call me for?" Zhen Yuanzi took out a magical treasure resembling a yellowish film and enveloped the two of them in it, appearing quite secretive. Nezha quietly waited, not suspecting that Zhen Yuanzi would have any ill intentions towards him. "Did Yun Zhongzi give you the method to find Hong Yun’s Remnant Soul?" He asked with a questionable tone, yet it seemed more like an affirmation. Nezha nodded. "Did brother want to..." Zhen Yuanzi directly interrupted Nezha, and without asking about the method, he said, "Back then, Hong Yun left some things with me. If you can collect his remaining Remnant Soul, I will hand them to you, to repay the cause and effect of Hong Yun’s reincarnation." After saying this, he added: "If you encounter any difficulties, I can also lend a hand." What exactly Hong Yun left behind, Zhen Yuanzi spoke ambiguously, and Nezha could only guess and kept nodding. However, the difficulty of this task was enormous; not to mention, the part in Kunpeng’s hands was particularly hard for Nezha to retrieve. Zhen Yuanzi had no other way. Over the years, he had only retrieved a little, with no news of the others. Now, seeing Nezha connected to this, he could only place his hopes on him. As for what Hong Yun left behind, he had studied it for countless ages with some progress, but only a little. He vaguely felt that the thing looked down on him. Zhen Yuanzi had realized long ago that his cultivation had reached its limit. Unless he could find a new path, slicing out the Third Corpse was impossible. Recently, Hong Yun’s matters had worn away Zhen Yuanzi’s last ambitions, so he thought, if you have the ability, I don’t mind giving it to you. After the two of them vaguely finished discussing this matter, Zhen Yuanzi broke off a branch from the Ginsengfruit Tree and gave it to Nezha. For Zhen Yuanzi, Ginsengfruit might simply be something to savor, quenching his thirst. But for Nezha, at his current stage, it greatly enhances mana accumulation and the cultivation of divine skills. Nezha was somewhat moved: This old brother is surprisingly nice. Leaving Wuzhuang Temple, Nezha planted the Ginsengfruit Tree branch in Taihuangtian. Instead of returning to the Heavenly Court, he headed to the Western Spirit Mountain. He held a Buddhist position nominally, and upon hearing there was a significant affair, Old Li extended an invitation, hoping he would attend. Nezha didn’t really care about these things, having visited Wuzhuang Temple anyway. Since it wasn’t far, he went to have a look. In recent times, he had studied the Treasure Dividing Rock in his hands a lot but had no clue; it looked like just a broken stone. He sought help from his teacher. Nuwa didn’t provide any assistance this time; she just said his cultivation was too low. Alright, Nezha had indeed tried hard. ... Lingshan Many Bodhisattvas and Buddhas who usually weren’t in Lingshan gathered here, indicating that this meeting was indeed significant. As the Great Power Venerate King Buddha, Nezha ranked high; after all, his score was third back then. Even if it was just a nominal position without real power, each Bodhisattva Arhat he met greeted him with hands clasped. Entering the main hall, Old Li hadn’t arrived yet. As the current World Venerable of the Buddhist Sect, he surely had to put on some airs. Not necessarily just to show off, but for better leadership. Nezha sat second to the right of the World Venerable’s seat, with Duobao Tathagata’s Good Corpse sitting beside him. They had met a few times without conflicts, nodding slightly to each other. Opposite Duobao was the Future Buddha, Maitreya. Maitreya, usually a smiling fat monk, was now the leader of the largest reactionary force of the Buddhist sect. The original Western Sect disciples, about a few hundred, found Buddhist positions and Bodhisattva titles after Old Li became the Buddha, settling down on their own. They hadn’t helped Old Li much but weren’t causing trouble either. The disgruntled ones rallied under Maitreya, who was rumored to be setting up a Little Leiyin Temple, declaring himself the Buddha of the East; in any case, he was quite ambitious. The bustling world seeks profit. The bustling world flees from profit. Even though Old Li didn’t mistreat the original Western Sect disciples after becoming Buddha, with more people, resources inevitably dwindled, especially with a parachuted leader. Their dissatisfaction was quite normal. Old Li didn’t care about this; whether Maitreya established Little Leiyin Temples or not, it was still Buddhism. His task was to promote Buddhism; as long as Maitreya propagated Buddhism, he wouldn’t intervene. In a way, Maitreya’s actions saved Old Li a lot of trouble—letting him play on his own as Old Li was too lazy to manage. In Buddhism, Duobao mostly didn’t engage in affairs, spending most of his time studying Buddhist Scriptures, reading ancient texts, practicing the cultivation techniques of the Western Two Saints, constantly absorbing more knowledge to find a path to achieve the Third Corpse. Thus, under Old Li’s leadership, the opposing voice wasn’t strong in Lingshan, but revitalizing Buddhism was still quite difficult. The main reason was that the West was impoverished. Since the ancient times of the Western Dao Demon War, the West was ravaged by Luo Hou and Hong Jun, crippled. Though some unknown Great Experts couldn’t cultivate the West, with Demonic Qi rampaging, it became detested by both humans and ghosts. Back then, Daoist Ancestor was busy becoming a Saint and enjoying the victory gains. Where would he have time to care about the West? He simply severed the Qi Fortune between the East and West, preventing the rich Spiritual Energy of the East from flowing to the West, which was wasted. No matter how bad the situation was, he could still preserve the East’s integrity after becoming a Saint. How miserable was the West back then? The not-yet-sainted Zhunti and Jieyin could only stay home painstakingly cultivating, not daring to step outside.

Chapter 291 - 290: That Thing?

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