Chapter 132

The Dao Self chants the Dao Scripture, the Passed Self chants the Buddhist Scripture, and the True Self chants the Emperor Scripture. With the three selves chanting together, Lin Xian had a mysterious realization: even if he didn't break into the Four Extremities, he could still continue to cultivate in the Dao Palace realm and would be stronger than ever before.

"The feeling of gnawing on oneself is really good."

Lin Xian sighed and praised the mystery of the Dao Palace realm. This was a triple acceleration; if there were more of himself to gnaw on, that would be even better.

For a moment, he thought of the "Other Self" system from 【The Ultimate Immortal】.

Pointing to transform the countless "me"s in parallel universes, gathering the projections of the myriad heavens and worlds, collecting the power of billions and trillions of immeasurable "me"s, adding the power of countless universes to his body—the bitter sea does not sink, and he cannot be killed.

System 10086 prompted: "The Other Self system is built on the foundation of the Real World; the Zhetian Great Universe does not have a Real World."

The essence of the Real World is higher than the myriad heavens and worlds; this is a dimensional gap, but this universe, and even the entire multiverse, does not have such soil.

Including the Upper Heavens and the Eerie Plateau, there are Immortal Emperor and Ancestor-level experts, but the essence of the universe is not much higher.

The Upper Heavens can produce Immortal Emperors and Ancestors, and the Boundary Sea can also produce Immortal Emperors and Ancestors; the two are not in a relationship of upper and lower worlds, but are similar to the gap between a prosperous city and a poor countryside.

A high-and-mighty fairy from the Upper Heavens can still be beaten up by a poor boy from the Great Wilderness.

"There is no higher-level dimension, so one cannot perform dimension elevation, but one can perform dimension reduction."

"In the entire Dharma Realm, the Void Realm, all lands in the ten directions and three times, in every single speck of dust, there are all the Buddhas of the number of dust motes in all worlds."

Lin Xian held the Bodhi seed and tried it. He smiled while holding a flower, and a thought appeared in front of him: "One flower, one world; one thought, one Buddha. In the tip of a hair, manifest the Treasure King's Realm; sitting in a speck of dust, turn the Great Dharma Wheel."

If one cannot open up countless Great Thousand Universes to push out the only True Realm, then push it back in reverse. With oneself as the Venerable, transform countless thoughts, open up the myriad heavens and worlds. In an instant, countless dust-mote worlds are born, and countless dust-mote worlds dissipate.

Among all the dust-mote worlds, there is a wisp of spiritual sense in each that stands and becomes a Buddha, all in Lin Xian's image, chanting his true name and adding support.

With the True Self as the Dharma Body, eternal and unchanging; with the Dao Self as the Reward Body, manifesting holiness in front of people; with the Passed Self as the Transformation Body, endless and infinite—the Buddhas of the ten directions and three times all testify to one Dharma Body.

Lin Xian's own body is the only True Realm; the dust-mote worlds transformed by those thoughts are the next-level myriad heavens and worlds, born when the thought arises and extinguished when the thought moves.

For the dust-mote Buddhas, Lin Xian is the only truth, the True Buddha of the Upper Realm.

System 10086 was horrified: "Host, did you stand and become a Buddha?"

Could it be that you were influenced by Emperor Amitabha and really entered the Buddhist gate?

"Not at all, I just stitched together 'One Thought Flowers Bloom, Ruling the World'."

Lin Xian said calmly: the past me chants Buddhist scriptures, the future me chants Daoist scriptures, and the present me chants Emperor scriptures—this Emperor scripture is called the Heaven-Swallowing Devil Art.

Creating a method oneself is so tiring; it's faster to just copy homework.

99% of the Ruthless Emperor's theory, plus 1% of the external system, forged Lin Xian's only True Realm: Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage to the Ancestor!

Coupled with Amitabha's Pure Land Buddha Kingdom system, supported by endless power of faith, there are only two words: Invincible!

Even the Human Emperor Banner, bathed in the power of faith, showed a layer of halo, appearing somewhat sacred.

"How strong will it be in the end?" Even the system was tempted, trying to mobilize the power of faith to fuse with itself, and then, it failed. This was the power of faith of the Ten Thousand Emperors Divine Temple; it was not an Ancient Emperor, nor was it a messenger of the emperors like Lin Xian.

Forced fusion is also useless; without the mystery of faith, it is just equivalent to pure energy, not as useful as life essence.

"In the ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers of the Tianxuan Holy Land, I stand on a ground of innate invincibility, but once I go out, I return to my normal level."

Lin Xian pondered: if one cannot lie flat at home, then turn the universe into a dojo, where faith is everywhere.

It's just that this is too difficult; neither Amitabha nor the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable achieved it.

Unless there is truly a Heavenly Court that suppresses the universe for a million years, and the years pass by without decay, can the masses truly be convinced.

"So, we still have to suffer Ye!"

Lin Xian whispered, firming his path. It is not faith, not the Dao Palace, not the Other Self, but the path of gnawing on the old and suffering the young—this is the broad road.

Ye Fan, who was cultivating in the blessed land, shivered, and an ominous premonition was born.

Who is plotting against him? Could it be that the Third Great Bandit found out that he killed his grandson?

Driven by unease, Ye Fan walked right into the trap, found Lin Xian, and wanted to go to the Tianxuan Stone Workshop as soon as possible to gnaw on this old senior, Wei Yi.

Lin Xian nodded, then brought all the disciples in the holy land with qualifications; there would be a great fortune next.

The Northern Region Shengcheng is a magnificent giant city. No one knows how many miles it covers. Since it was recorded, this city has never changed its site, and no one knows how many years it has existed.

The Northern Region's first ancient city, the first divine city—these are all its names. Legend has it that in the distant past, it was suspended in the air.

In a later Dark Turmoil, the divine city fell, but it still did not affect its position as the most prosperous and central area of the Northern Region.

The powerhouses of the Northern Plains, the royal family of the Central Plains, the Holy Masters of the Eastern Wasteland, the Great Demons of the Southern Ridge, and the Divine Monks of the Western Desert—you can see their figures here.

Betting a million catties of source on stone gambling and cutting out immortal gold and medicine kings is not a legend in the Shengcheng, but a real example happening. Countless old monsters are crazy for this, wandering in the stone workshops of various holy lands.

Although Lin Xian and Ye Fan were descendants of the Source Heaven Master, they did not go to gamble on stones, but quietly sneaked into a corner of the Shengcheng.

In the Shengcheng where every inch of land is worth an inch of gold, there is a palace garden that is incredibly desolate, with weeds growing and old trees growing wildly, almost submerging the towers. It was obvious that no one had taken care of it for many years, and it had almost become a wild field.

"Damn, rabbits, wild chickens!" Ye Fan was dumbfounded. A sage lives in this kind of place?

"Will that senior return to Tianxuan?" Ye Fan asked via spiritual sense transmission, fearing that Wei Yi had already developed a heart of seclusion and would not care about worldly affairs, being even more indifferent than the Old Madman.

"The two are different."

Lin Xian shook his head firmly. Wei Yi definitely cared more about the Tianxuan Holy Land than the Old Madman.

The Old Madman was crazy and traveled around the world, while Wei Yi stayed in the stone workshop for six thousand years without leaving; this is the greatest proof.

If he didn't care about the holy land, why would he cry once every thousand years?

Lin Xian asked the Master Master Hei Huang to catch rabbits and wild chickens. The big black dog was naturally unwilling, but now Lin Xian was borrowing the tiger's power; inside was a Tianxuan Saint, and even the Master Master Hei Huang had to submit to his lewd power.

Taking advantage of this time, Lin Xian put on the holy crown, put on the Tianxuan attire he made himself, let Ye Fan and Jiang Tingting carry the rabbits and wild chickens, and then led a group of disciples and followers to step into the Tianxuan Stone Workshop solemnly.

The dilapidated stone steps and collapsed palaces were all covered by grass and trees. An old man with dim eyes and a hunched back sat on a blue stone.

He was old and frail, with little life left, almost at the end of his rope. Looking at the desolate garden overgrown with weeds, his eyes were full of nostalgia and sadness.

Lin Xian knew, however, that this was an illusion. This one of the three Tianxuan heroes was very likely at the peak of the Saint King level; once the Dharma-Ending Age passed, he was destined to prove the Great Sage.

"You are also here to buy stone materials..." Wei Yi was a bit dull, his face full of wrinkles, his old eyes turbid. Even when he heard footsteps, he only turned his head slowly.

But, when Wei Yi looked at the holy crown on Lin Xian's head, he was suddenly stunned. Then, his turbid eyes instantly brightened, sharp and pressing, and a shocking aura burst forth, shocking the entire Shengcheng.

His lips were trembling, and he said in disbelief, "This... where did you get this crown?"

"Received from the hands of the previous generation's Tianxuan Holy Son." Lin Xian said sonorously, then stepped forward and bowed, performing a great ceremony: "Tianxuan's last Holy Master, Lin Xian, pays respects to Uncle Master Wei Yi!"

As soon as the words fell, the group of disciples and followers behind Lin Xian also knelt down, their expressions solemn. They were all performing the ancient Tianxuan rites and wearing Tianxuan attire, which had been specially dug out from ancient books and rehearsed for several days.

"Tianxuan Holy Land!"

Wei Yi said with a trembling voice, his face full of sadness, his eyes full of sorrow. Through Lin Xian and the many disciples wearing Tianxuan attire, he seemed to see the holy land that was once glorious to the extreme and even dared to attack the path to immortality.

For a time, the Tianxuan Saint Wei Yi had tears streaming down his face, and feelings of sorrow and excitement appeared at this moment.

"Tianxuan is not dead, just withered."

Lin Xian said in a deep voice, "The other senior has already recognized us and passed on the holy crown and Daoist lineage to me. Lin Xian dares not forget the mission, but my virtue is small and my strength is weak, and I am unable to recast Tianxuan's glory. I hope Uncle Master Wei Yi will forgive me."

"It's already very good." Wei Yi's weathered voice sounded. Now that there was a Tianxuan Daoist lineage passed down in the world, he was already very gratified.

"This disciple is ashamed of the holy land. In these years, I have only done a few insignificant things."

Lin Xian sighed and said, "This disciple led people to conquer ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers in the Northern Region as the initial place for the holy land's rise. Although it is not as good as the ancestral court in the middle of the Eastern Wasteland, it can still be a foothold and a foundation for the holy land."

"This disciple's qualifications are shallow, but fortunately, the Holy Son in the sect is a Desolate Ancient Holy Body, the Saintess is a daughter of Taiyin, and there are descendants of ancient royal families and human races as Tianxuan disciples, passing on the sparks and keeping the bloodline unbroken, which is the hope of the holy land."

"Third, it is connected with Emperor Wu Shi. This is Emperor Wu Shi's mountain-guarding dog, now the guardian divine beast of our holy land."

When the big black dog heard it talking about itself, it didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the Tianxuan Saint and hurriedly showed a flattering smile, as if it were a good dog, very honest.

"I haven't told Uncle Master about these things. Now I ask for Uncle Master's permission." Lin Xian said sincerely.

"Good! Good! Good!" Wei Yi said "good" three times in a row, his eyes becoming clearer and clearer, with a kind of supreme majesty. He helped Lin Xian up, also let the group of disciples get up, and said slowly, "You are the Holy Master. Young people have ideas, so just go ahead and do it."

"Thank you, Uncle Master." Lin Xian was determined in his heart and let Er Lengzi and these Tianxuan disciples go to clean up the stone workshop, clear away the weeds and ancient vines, and restore it to cleanliness.

Then, he let Ye Fan handle the wild chickens and rabbits, let Jiang Tingting cook, and had a simple home-cooked meal with Wei Yi.

At this moment, Wei Yi restrained his aura, as if he were no longer a heaven-shaking sage, but an ordinary old man, eating a reunion meal with his descendants.

Then, he sat on the stone steps, his eyes weathered, quietly watching these Tianxuan disciples from six thousand years later clean up the ancient Tianxuan Stone Workshop, making it look brand new. The strange place that was originally overgrown with ancient vines and messy trees was now full of vitality again.

The originally quiet stone workshop was no longer lonely on this day. The calm was broken, and it was full of thousands of weather and laughter. Many young cultivators in the Shengcheng were surprised and stood outside the stone workshop curiously to look, and some even wanted to come in to see what was going on.

Those imperial masters and powerhouses who had lived for thousands of years changed their expressions, looking at the Tianxuan Stone Workshop with fear, recalling one legend after another.

Wei Yi's eyes, which had been silent for six thousand years, also showed a trace of agility, no longer dead and lifeless.

With a wave of his big hand, those cultivators who wanted to enter the Tianxuan Stone Workshop were pushed back by light, and then he set up heavy restrictions and inscribed sage-level arrays.

Just like the prosperous stone workshops of various holy lands in the Shengcheng, the core garden area was not allowed to be entered by outsiders at will, unless permitted by the guardian of the stone workshop.

After six thousand years, Tianxuan has a master again!

(End of chapter)