Chapter 1662: Ancestor Taixuan's Face, Yunxiao's Opportunity (2/5, please subscribe)

"Zhenyuanzi!"

So saying, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Damn it—those two getting together never means anything good.

A sidelong glance caught, not far off, a youth with a smile in his eyes, seeming very pleased to see him suffer a setback.

The Buddha's Dharma Eye, flawless as ever, naturally knew that was the Jade Emperor in disguise.

"Where are my people?"

A sudden sense of isolation and helplessness rose in the Buddha's heart.

With so many people on Lingshan, how had he not spotted a single one of them?

Looking back, he saw the humans transformed from Guanyin, Puxian, and others, struggling to follow.

As if he hadn't heard what was just said.

Yet the Buddha clearly sensed the mood of the Lingshan crowd, and there seemed to be a hint of schadenfreude.

"Are there not a single loyal minister on this Lingshan?"

The Buddha's heart sank.

On second thought, he found it only natural.

He was not a native of Lingshan, and neither were Guanyin, Puxian, and the others.

Throughout the entire Western Sect, true natives were exceedingly few.

They were all apostates, gathered on Lingshan for profit.

Now, again for profit, they must vie for supremacy, so even the pretense of harmony was hard to keep up.

The higher he climbed the heavenly ladder, the greater the pressure the Buddha felt.

Even a cultivator at the peak of Quasi-Saint realm, upon the heavenly ladder, had not the slightest margin—walking as hard as any ordinary mortal.

He had even, for the first time in his life, broken out in a sweat from the heat.

One must remember, the Buddha had come into being through Duobao's transformation of the Hu.

Since the day of his birth, he had never once experienced exhaustion enough to sweat.

The scene utterly overwhelmed him.

A mere Bai Yu staircase, yet it could make a Quasi-Saint bow its head—such divine power was simply unimaginable.

Of course, some tried to use escape arts to near the summit, only to be sent flying by a streak of mystic light; no one knew where they ended up.

Yunxiao walked upon the Bai Yu staircase, yet felt the opposite of the Buddha—the higher she went, the lighter she felt.

The first step was heavy as a mountain bearing down; the second step, the pressure abruptly halved.

By the time she reached the ninth step, she was strolling as if through an idle courtyard.

Sensing carefully, she realized her true-spirit body had already grown flesh and blood, becoming a body of flesh and blood.

Yunxiao had once studied the Dao of Mediating Creation; though in the crafting of humans she could not match Nüwa, if it were merely condensing a flesh-and-blood body for herself, she could still manage it.

The reason she had not coalesced a flesh-and-blood body in all those eons was, of course, because of the Investiture of the Gods.

So long as the Investiture of the Gods existed, none could obtain a fleshly body unless they had been enshrined upon it in the flesh.

This was the will of Heaven.

After all, to be enshrined in the flesh granted far too great an authority.

Once everyone could restore their fleshly bodies through divine power, the binding force of the Investiture of the Gods would be far too weak.

At that time, how many of the Heavenly Court's gods would still be willing to obey the decree of Haotian, to wield the authority of the Three Realms, and to safeguard all sentient beings?

But at this moment, the effect of the Investiture of the Gods had been cut off.

She once again possessed a fleshly body, after so long an absence.

"This is simply too incredible!" Yunxiao's heart was shaken.

This was still within the Great Desolate.

This move likely severed not only the binding of the Investiture of the Gods, but also the thoughts of Ancestor Hongjun.

For the first time, Yunxiao gained some understanding of Ancestor Taixuan's divine power.

This was absolutely a terrifyingly fearsome existence.

Step by step upward, she felt her cultivation base strengthening bit by bit.

That power coming from nowhere felt very familiar to her.

It was not a gift from Taixuan, but something she had originally possessed.

"The Ancestor actually returned to me the magic power from the past's time and space?"

A Da Luo can roam the past and future, wandering freely through endless time and space.

But that was the general case.

The Great Desolate differed from other worlds; it had the various Saints, it had Hongjun, it had Pangu.

Should a Da Luo dare to act recklessly, these beings would not hesitate to teach them a lesson.

Yunxiao had once been a Quasi-Saint powerhouse; in principle, so long as her soul remained undimmed, she could retrieve all her past cultivation base.

But she could not do it.

The Saints blocked the way, and Pangu stood at the end of time and space.

If she dared to go retrieve things from past time and space, her true spirit would likely be shattered by these beings.

It was the same for the other beings who had fallen during the Investiture of the Gods.

They could only accept their fate, their true spirits bound, living as divine immortals.

When her cultivation base recovered to the Da Luo realm, Yunxiao could not help but gaze toward the river of time and space, and saw a flight of steps extending into the most ancient time and space; specks of mystic light fell upon the steps, then gathered upon her body.

At the end of time and space, a giant stood towering, as if he had not seen.

The Daoist of Seven Daos stood towering above the river of space-time, gazing down below, and in the end did not make a move.

Yun Xiao had a sudden realization: "That's right, the Saint and the Pangu Heavenly Honored One both gave my Ancestral Master face... But what is so special about me that Ancestral Master Taixuan would step in to help?"

Recalling her entire life, whether during her carefree days or after becoming an immortal, she had never had any entanglement with Ancestral Master Taixuan.

"Yun Xiao!"

Just at that moment, a clear, crisp voice rang out.

Yun Xiao abruptly realized that she was already within an illusory space.

This place was wreathed in clouds and mist, with jade-like flowers and gem trees faintly visible — truly an immortal realm.

A female immortal strolled over, her appearance graceful and beautiful, her entire being radiating an otherworldly air.

What shocked Yun Xiao most was that this person carried a Dao resonance similar to her own Master's.

That was the aura of Primordial Chaos.

Within the Three Realms, besides the Saint Nüwa, who else had attained Primordial Chaos?

"I am Yun Xiao of another realm. With my husband's aid, I have already attained Primordial Chaos. My husband says that the Yun Xiao of this realm will become a disciple of Taixuan, so I left behind a wisp of thought to come meet my younger sister."

"Younger sister?" Yun Xiao was speechless.

Both being Yun Xiao, how had she ended up as the younger sister?

"Wait — Primordial Chaos? The Yun Xiao of another realm has attained Primordial Chaos?!"

Yun Xiao was shocked: "You've become a Saint? Is becoming a Saint easy in your realm?"

"Of course not easy." Yun Xiao shook her head. "However, with my husband's aid, it isn't that hard either. I came today precisely to bestow upon you the method to become a Saint."