Chapter 287

Ascend?

No, perhaps it should be called descent, falling to the mortal world, a banished immortal!

The Great Dao appears, heaven and earth open, clear Qi rises to become the Nine Heavens, turbid Qi descends to become the Nine Netherworlds, and the center evolves earth, fire, water, and wind, forming the real world.

Real world is just an ordinary name; the Daoist sect calls it Daluo, the Buddhist sect calls it Pure Land, and the Brahman calls it 'Lower Brahma'.

The Great Red Heaven of the Moral Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun, the Clear Micro Heaven of the Yuan Shi Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun, the Yu Yu Heaven of the Lingbao Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun, are all the real worlds of the Other Shore people, which are the Daluo places outside the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Fu Emperor's real world is also a Kunlun Heavenly World.

God descends to the mortal world, extraordinary; golden flowers bloom like lamps, purple Qi comes from the east like dragons, vast visions fill the sky, permeating the entire Longhu Mountain range, sacred and extraordinary!

Longhu Mountain boiled, the Otherworld trembled, and the news swept the entire Otherworld like a storm, through mobile phones, thousands of miles of sound transmission, carrier pigeons... various technologies, magic, and Otherworld means, shocking the entire extraordinary circle, from Qi refiners to wizards, all were shocked.

The 65th generation Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei held his breath, focusing on this scene, comprehending the laws of heaven and earth, the changes of the Great Dao, fearing to miss a single bit; for cultivators, this is a supreme great opportunity.

For a long time, Baron pushed a wheelchair over, sitting on it was an old man with incomplete limbs, exactly Zhang Zhiwei's junior brother Tian Jinzhong.

Tian Jinzhong looked at the firmament, his eyes narrowed slightly, immersed in this vision, as if he had come to the first time he flipped through Daoist scriptures as a child, shocked and yearning for the various visions and Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun Pure Land recorded in the book, sprouting a heart towards the Dao.

Since the chaos of the Jia Shen, he had restrained himself, as if his immortal heart was covered in dust.

And today, looking at the visions in the sky, that mysterious and mysterious emotion, longing, surfaced in his heart again.

"Senior brother..." Tian Jinzhong's voice was trembling, incomparably excited: "Is there really such a thing as gods in the world?"

"I don't know either."

Zhang Zhiwei was lost; if it weren't for the battle with the Divine Bridge Immortal a few years ago, he was favored by the ancestor, heaven and man sensing each other, this is the inner heaven and earth being close to the outer heaven and earth, luckily breaking into the half-step external scenery realm, able to mobilize a little heaven and earth power.

He would also almost think that the mythological legends and strange stories recorded in the Dao books were fake.

Compared to true gods who can move mountains and fill seas, catch stars and take moons, anyone who is normal would think that the ancestors loved face and told a little lie.

"Go... quickly go prepare the reed shed, hang lanterns and tie colors." Suddenly, Zhang Zhiwei was startled, as if remembering something; if there really were gods descending to the mortal world, why did they specially choose Longhu Mountain?

Could it be that the god descending this time is their own ancestor Zhang Daoling.

After all, since the Wudang sect ancestor Zhang Sanfeng ascended hundreds of years ago, there have been no traces of immortals in the mortal world; generation after generation of masters and sect leaders kowtowed and prayed, and even approached being destroyed several times, but the ancestor never had mercy.

Only a few years ago, the Longhu Mountain ancestor actively manifested holiness and created a miracle!

"Yes, yes!" Tian Jinzhong also reacted, hurriedly ordering the little Daoist priests who were watching in a daze to take action; if it weren't for his incomplete limbs, he would have cleaned up himself.

Endless heavenly light sprinkled down, white clouds rose, and faintly, it seemed that Fuxi zither sounds turned into heavenly sounds, a figure appearing and disappearing, as if descending from the upper realm.

Just as all the Daoist priests of Longhu Mountain were preparing to pay respects respectfully, a loud noise suddenly echoed in the sky.

"Hi hi hi, I'm back!"

Lin Xian laughed, stepping on auspicious clouds, bathing in golden light, carrying the eternal blue sky on his back, like a true immortal.

The people of Longhu Mountain were like being hit by a Five Thunder Correct Law, stunned in place.

At this time, I don't know who muttered, breaking the silent picture.

"Just ascended, and can fly back?"

Without any concealment, the person who came into view was exactly the Divine Bridge Immortal Lin Xian who ascended to the Immortal World a few years ago and shocked the Otherworld circle.

That flight of Lin Xian back then triggered a comprehensive earthquake in the Otherworld; I don't know how many young talents cried and shouted to join the cultivation world to seek that glimmer of life.

Even the company's attitude changed, switching back and forth between extreme gentleness and extreme vigilance, because there really were gods in the Otherworld.

"Little Zhang, why haven't I seen you for a while, are you senile?"

Lin Xian flew down slowly, patted Zhang Zhiwei on the shoulder, and teased: "If you ask me, you should abdicate and let the virtuous take over; if you live another eighty years, how can there be a hundred-year-old young Heavenly Master in the world? Hurry up and give the Heavenly Master position to a young person; I think this kid Chulan is not bad."

"Baron, you are here too; why, do you also want to be the Heavenly Master? Come, come, come, quickly put on this purple robe."

Everyone was speechless for a while, and at the same time secretly breathed a sigh of relief; this person had too much mortal atmosphere, unlike the legendary gods, with ruthless Dao.

"Lin True... Monarch." Old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei pondered for a while, pondering his wording, and asked tentatively: "Have you become an immortal?"

"Heavenly Master, what joke are you telling? Where are there any gods in this world? They are all covered up."

Lin Xian laughed, shook his head and said: "Nothing more than slightly more powerful Otherworlders."

"Really no gods?"

This time it was Zhang Zhiwei's turn to have a strange expression; he had almost admitted that Lin Xian was an immortal, which is why he used the word True Monarch.

There are countless true people in the world, Daoist priests with deep cultivation and high status, who can all be crowned with this title.

The word True Monarch cannot be used indiscriminately; in the Daoist sect, it is almost all bestowed upon the dead.

There is only one kind of person in the world who can use the title of True Monarch while alive, and that is the Emperor.

For example, the Daoist Emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty, who claimed to be a god descending to the mortal world.

Another example is the Jiajing Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty, with the Dao title Lingxiao Shangqing Tonglei Yuanyang Miaoyi Feixuan True Monarch.

"Bullshit god Emperor." Lin Xian pointed at Zhang Zhiwei and said: "Are you a god?"

"No."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head; although he had minor means, able to call wind and rain, drive thunder and lightning, he was ultimately an ordinary mortal, not even able to achieve longevity and immortality, so how dare he call himself a god.

"This is not it." Lin Xian pointed at himself and said faintly: "I am the world's number one, you are the world's number two; neither of us is a god, who in the world dares to call themselves a god."

The people of Longhu Mountain were stunned; these words seemed like nonsense, but if you taste them carefully, they actually make some sense.

"Lin Master." Baron stepped forward to pay respects, very grateful that Lin Xian led him into the Dao back then, using the method of returning the heart-ape to correctness and the six thieves having no trace, to restrain the swallowing desire of the Six-Storehouse Immortal Thief.

If it weren't for these years of Longhu heart-refining, he would have been ready to eat people.

"Your quiet work is not bad." Lin Xian nodded, then looked back, looked at Tian Jinzhong and said: "Fixing the heart-ape is realizing emptiness, tying the intention-horse is transforming into a dragon; Fellow Daoist's quiet work is complete, when will you transform into a dragon and ascend to heaven."

Tian Jinzhong smiled bitterly and said: "Lin Zhenjun, don't tease the little Daoist; Lu Zu once said: only cultivate life, not nature, this is the first disease of cultivation; only cultivate ancestral nature, not elixir, ten thousand tribulations of yin spirits are hard to enter the Sage."

"I am a useless person, limbs abolished, martial arts destroyed, living is already a fluke, ascending to heaven in the next life."

"How do you know that uselessness is not great use." Lin Xian chuckled, stroked his hand, and pure dragon Qi appeared, pouring into Tian Jinzhong's spine, wanting to transform into a great dragon, his flesh and blood reorganizing crazily like a spider web.

"Ah!!!"

Even someone with a heart as strong as Tian Jinzhong couldn't help but scream when facing the changes of rebirth, attracting countless Longhu Mountain Daoists to ask nervously.

"Uncle Master, how are you!"

"Why would it be like this?"

Terrified, confused, and questioning voices rang out; only Old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei saw some clues, somewhat shocked: "Rebirth?"

Dragon Qi intertwined, turning into a light cocoon wrapping Tian Jinzhong, as if feathering into an immortal, scattering light rain all over the ground.

A moment later, the light cocoon on the wheelchair broke, completing the transformation; a Tian Jinzhong with complete limbs and ten years younger appeared before his eyes.

In countless eyes, Tian Jinzhong trembled, stood up with great difficulty, then trembled, didn't stand firm, and knelt down in front of Lin Xian with a thud, his pupils full of disbelief.

He asked the voice of everyone: "Lin Zhenjun, are you an immortal?"

"Where are there any gods." Lin Xian chuckled, stroked the void, and Tian Jinzhong stood up naturally, and then said faintly: "I am just a slightly more powerful Otherworlder, just an ordinary mortal."

(End of chapter)