Chapter 153: Meeting the Queen Mother of the West

Don't rush, I want to give it a try; since you all have finished, it's better to leave early.

The Enlightenment Dao Tea Tree is a good thing; it can't be left to that Heavenly Prince fellow.

Fine, staying here makes this emperor uneasy; I always feel disaster could strike at any moment.

The Black Emperor shivered; if it weren't for Yang Zhu being there, he wouldn't dare approach this place even if beaten to death.

"What's wrong?" Yang Zhu asked.

The Yaochi Holy Maiden's gaze lingered on Yang Zhu, she remained silent, mist swirling in her clear eyes, her beauty flawless.

"You..."

Her veil trembled slightly, her crystal jade hand gripped Yang Zhu's arm, her silver teeth bit her red lips, her usually pure visage now somewhat dim.

"I know what you want to say; don't worry, I'll be fine."

Yang Zhu understood her feelings, gently embraced the person before him, and whispered comfort into their ear.

Wanting to take the Enlightenment Dao Tea Tree is an unprecedented feat; even ancient emperors couldn't do it. Although she trusts Yang Zhu, she still can't help worrying.

"Alright, I'll wait for you to come out."

Yang Zhu pressed his lovely body against hers, feeling her warm breath at his ear, his lovely form trembled, his cheek instantly flushed with a hint of crimson, a shy blush appearing on his pure white chin.

"I will first retreat here; the seclusion shouldn't be short, and only then will I act…"

After saying that simply, Yang Zhu gave the Golden War Spear and four silver plates to the Black Emperor, and via sound transmission instructed him on some matters.

"Alright, I'm absolutely reliable in what I do!"

After listening, the Black Emperor's expression turned solemn; he nodded heavily, always taking Yang Zhu's orders seriously, never daring to be careless.

"He will take you out; when I leave, I will come find you."

A flicker at his brow, Yang Zhu manifested a Dao incarnation, leading the Black Emperor and the others back the way they came.

Yang Zhu took out the Hun Dun Chi, suspending it above his head; myriad threads fell down, enveloping him in mist.

He sat cross-legged beneath the ancient Enlightenment Dao Tea Tree, his mind serene and tranquil, naturally entering the Enlightenment Dao State, his whole person becoming ever more holy and unworldly.

Clatter! A breeze swept by; on the vigorous old tree, crystal leaves swayed, reflecting splendid divine light, accompanied by a pleasant sound.

Yang Zhu hesitated a moment, then took out the original Western Emperor Scripture, and without hesitation opened the pages entwined with green rosy clouds.

Instantly, countless contents surfaced, dense and dense; each rune shone brighter than stars, containing profound Daoist principles, exceedingly intricate.

The Western Emperor Scripture, created by the Queen Mother of the West, is a complete Great Emperor's scripture, long renowned throughout the world; virtually every cultivator knows of it.

However, the Western Emperor Scripture permits only Yaochi disciples to cultivate; outsiders must not study it, and if discovered, it will surely be reclaimed.

Yet Yaochi's recruitment standards are harsh; it generally accepts only female disciples, rarely contacts the outside world, and under normal circumstances its disciples do not marry out.

This makes the Western Emperor Scripture especially mysterious; its Dao Palace Scroll is the strongest among all ancient scriptures, many desire it but dare not covet it.

Although Yang Zhu had long possessed it, he had never examined it; fully immersed in the Beginningless Scripture, this is still his first preview of it.

Today, taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Zhu decided to draw it out for contemplation; he will surely gain unexpected rewards.

The Western Emperor Scripture was created by his grandmother; although anyone can cultivate it, the most suitable physique is still an Innate Dao Embryo.

As a Holy Body Dao Embryo and also the grandson of the Queen Mother of the West, sharing the same origin, saying it's tailor-made is no exaggeration! Soon Yang Zhu immersed himself, began to comprehend profound mysteries, discovering that in some places it parallels the Beginningless Scripture with marvelous similarity……

A single moment of insight lasted a month; when he opened his eyes again, his qi and blood surged, and he broke through in one go to the Third Layer of Transforming Dragon.

Being in the Forbidden Land, Yang Zhu restrained his purple-gold qi and blood from leaking outward; the black-robe runes flickered, and all divine radiance was fully drawn inward.

"Some of it must have drawn from the Western Emperor Scripture." Yang Zhu's mind was serene, his black hair flowing like a waterfall, each strand crystal clear; he was naturally outstanding like jade, and even a peerless beauty before him would pale in comparison.

Now his body radiates iridescent hues; his whole person is more ethereal than a Banished Immortal, and it is rare for anyone in the world to match his aura and appearance.

When Yang Zhu finished comprehending the entire volume, the golden scripture quivered; the misty vapor rose and condensed into a figure.

"Grandma…"

That person was dignified and splendid, wearing a Nine Rosy Clouds Phoenix Crown; around her dragons and phoenixes sang in unison, countless auspicious signs intertwined, and marvelous manifestations appeared.

Seven-colored clouds and mist swirled, exceedingly holy and peaceful, like adornment draped over her cloud robes, as if the heavens and earth's great Dao submitted beneath her feet.

That person's bearing was transcendent, her form divine and majestic; yet Yang Zhu, upon her, felt an inexplicable closeness, springing from the depths of his bloodline, an instinctive response.

"Grandma…"

Yang Zhu almost blurted it out; hearing that, the person turned to look, her peerless visage bearing a dignified majesty, yet now she appeared kind and gentle.

"Child, is it you…"

Her voice seemed to come from ancient times, yet also like a spirit's echo, like boundless heavenly sounds descending, moving the great Dao's principles, causing enlightenment.

"Yes."

Yang Zhu nodded, his heart unable to calm, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

This is a trace of divine consciousness left by the Queen Mother of the West in the Western Emperor Scripture, awakened only by close blood relations.

"And your father—how is he?"

"He's fine; he now resides in a strange world." Yang Zhu answered truthfully.

"He truly withstood the erosion of time; no wonder he's my child."

The Queen Mother of the West was greatly relieved, a smile in her eyes, she slightly nodded.

"She also gave birth to a little Beginningless… hmm, not bad, stronger than he was back then."

She looked over her beloved grandson from head to toe, her fingertips lightly brushing Yang Zhu's cheek, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Perhaps… maybe."

Hearing that, Yang Zhu froze for a moment, not knowing how to respond, only able to scratch his head embarrassedly.

No matter how mighty he may be abroad, before the Queen Mother of the West he is ultimately just a child.

"As long as you're safe, I can rest easy."

The Queen Mother of the West's expression was very gentle, bearing a kind smile like a spring breeze that brushed Yang Zhu's heart, making his whole person feel especially at ease.

Afterward she turned, stepping slowly toward the distance; beneath her feet the River of Time flowed, mysterious and hazy, as if leading to the Azure Abyss.

"Grandma, wait for me, I will definitely find a way to resurrect you and Grandpa."

Yang Zhu reached out, but ultimately he still let go, knowing he could not hold on; this was ultimately just a lingering divine thought.

Emperor Wushi also once wanted to resurrect his parents, but it ended in failure; but what he could not do, Yang Zhu has resolved to accomplish.

As the saying goes, in this world only familial bonds are hardest to sever; that is a most primitive and pure emotion.

"Good."

The Empress Mother of the West's figure gradually faded away; she turned her head, gave a light response, and then dissipated between heaven and earth.

Afterward, the final few chapters of the Western Emperor's Classic were opened; each page is profoundly deep, containing the true essence.

(End of chapter)