Chapter 531: Lingshan Collectively Loses Its Nerve

Lingshan, Great Leiyin Temple.

At this moment, the entire Foshan was deathly silent.

Rulai, Randeng, and Maitreya all remained silent.

Guanyin stood to the side below, having already recounted the events at the North Sea.

"Guanyin, can this matter be true?" Randeng asked again, uncertain.

There was no help for it; the resurrection of the Demon Race Emperors was truly too significant, capable of altering the future structure of the Three Realms and letting everything slip out of control.

"A monk does not tell lies," Guanyin said, her face showing signs of worry.

She knew that given Xuanzang's temper, it was impossible for him to sit idly by; a great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Tathagata Buddha's expression grew increasingly grave; as a Great Ability from the ancient era, he had witnessed with his own eyes the power of Dijun and the Eastern Emperor.

To tell the truth, in that era, he did not even dare to stand before Dijun and the Eastern Emperor.

And among the ancient Great Abilities, those with the best chance of breaking through to the position of Saint were Dijun and the Eastern Emperor.

The Witch-Demon War was, on the surface, a struggle for the right to rule the heavens and earth, but in reality, it was a fight for the Qi Luck of heaven and earth, to Devour the Qi Luck of the other side and obtain the Merit of the Great Tribulation.

Although Dijun and the Eastern Emperor were also Red Dust Guests in the Purple Heaven Palace, the cultivation techniques they practiced were not the system of Beheading Three Corpses.

Instead, they emulated Pangu in Proving the Dao with Force and Proving the Dao with Three Thousand Laws.

It was just that compared to Pangu, the Eastern Emperor and Dijun naturally could not prove the Three Thousand Great Daos, so they chose one Law to prove the Dao of Primordial, which was the Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal.

A Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal does not need to entrust their Primordial Spirit to the Heavenly Dao, possessing the power of a Saint of their own accord.

Back then, they had already reached the limit in the Golden Immortal Realm, only one step away from becoming Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortals.

Including the even more ancient Dragon-Han Great Tribulation and the Dao-Demon Struggle, these were actually not merely racial conflicts; more importantly, they were struggles for the Merit of the Great Tribulation and the Qi Luck of the great trends of heaven and earth.

Although so many years, so many eras, had passed.

Even if the two great Demon Emperors were not at their peak, their lingering prestige remained.

"Tathagata Buddha, what is your view? This matter concerns the progress of the Journey to the West; Buddhism seemingly cannot sit idly by," Maitreya said.

"If the two great Demon Emperors are determined to sabotage the Journey to the West, even I have no solution.

However, Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi belong to the Demon Race. If the Empress Wa takes action, perhaps the Three Realms can be spared from disaster," Rulai said.

"As one of the four Demon Emperors and a personage of Saint status, the Empress Wa must handle this matter," Tathagata Buddha said.

"However, what I do not understand is why the two great Demon Emperors have resurrected at this time; who exactly caused their resurrection?" Rulai said.

"To be able to resurrect the Demon Emperors, this strength is at least at the Saint level.

Moreover, that great battle back then was truly too tragic; all the Ancestral Witches and Demon Emperors perished, leaving not a shred of Primordial Spirit behind.

Although a Great Luo Golden Immortal is undying and indestructible—even if heaven and earth are destroyed, they themselves are not, waiting for the day they can return and resurrect in the endless space-time.

But it is absolutely not now," Maitreya said.

"I will spirit-travel to discuss this with the two Saints," Tathagata Buddha said.

"Buddha, one day in heaven is one year on earth. By that time, I fear changes will have already occurred," Guanyin Bodhisattva said.

"Guanyin, you shall secretly follow Xuanzang; if an accident occurs, take action to protect Xuanzang," Tathagata Buddha said.

"Buddha, do you think I am capable of saving someone from the hands of the two great Demon Emperors?" Guanyin asked in return.

"..." Rulai.

"..." Maitreya.

"..." Randeng.

This seemed to be truly asking a bit too much of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"How about this, Buddha, you should take action yourself," Guanyin said.

"The Karma is not small; it is inconvenient for me to take action," Rulai said.

"Tathagata Buddha, you have the highest seniority; perhaps the Demon Emperors might give you some face."

Rulai looked at Randeng, clearly wanting Randeng to take action.

Randeng's old face sank, and he said testily:

"Those fur-clad, horn-wearing, wet-born, egg-hatched creatures do not understand etiquette and have violent temperaments. Do you think they will give me any face?"

"This humble one has calculated with my fingers that the watermelons at the foot of the mountain seem to be ripe; I shall take my leave first."

Maitreya lay on his prayer mat, his fleshy hand beckoned, and he flew away automatically.

"..." Tathagata Buddha.

Earth Immortal Realm, the legendary Beiming.

Above the North Sea, Xuanzang, Sun Wukong, Xiaobailong, and Nezha appeared.

As for why Nezha followed, it was purely to join in the fun and watch the show.

"Master, it is right here. That is Shen Gongbao."

Sun Wukong pointed to a sea eye below, where Shen Gongbao was bound by chains.

Shen Gongbao also suddenly discovered Xuanzang and cupped his hands, saying: "Fellow Daoist Jinchan, long time no see. Seeing your demeanor remains the same, yet you do not seem like an old friend."

Xuanzang looked at this Shen Gongbao, whose face was full of sinister expressions; although it was their first meeting, he had a familiar feeling, as if they had met before.

Could it be that the Jinchanzi of the past also knew Shen Gongbao?

But Shen Gongbao had already been sealed during the Investiture of the Gods, and who knows how many years had passed since then.

"Jinchanzi is Jinchanzi, and Xuanzang is Xuanzang," Xuanzang said.

"For us Immortal Cultivators, is it not all the same? As long as the Primordial Spirit does not change, even if one reincarnates for ten thousand lifetimes, it is merely gaining more memories; you are still you," Shen Gongbao said.

"Oh," Xuanzang replied, saying nothing more.

"Fellow Daoist Jinchan, this poor Daoist has calculated with my fingers that today seems to be the time for my luck to turn; I wonder if you could help me sever these Mysterious Iron Chains," Shen Gongbao said.

"Uncle Shen, since you look so ugly, don't think such beautiful thoughts," Nezha mocked.

To him, Shen Gongbao could be considered an old acquaintance.

Seeing this delicately carved, jade-like little Nezha, Shen Gongbao was so angry his teeth itched, and he said:

"You, Nezha, even after so many years, your mouth is still so venomous."

"Tch, and what can you do to me, Uncle Shen?"

Nezha said disdainfully, even taking out the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover to set fire to Shen Gongbao; one must know that the fire inside was the Samadhi True Fire, a divine fire capable of burning even immortals until their souls scattered and perished.

"You brat, stop it, you're burning this poor Taoist to death!"

Shen Gongbao cursed and swore, hurriedly casting heterodox spells of the Jie Sect to resist the Samadhi True Fire.

Nezha was only teasing Shen Gongbao and did not truly intend to burn this fellow to death, so he immediately withdrew it.

Before long, three figures appeared out of thin air above the surface of the North Sea.

The handsome-looking Eastern Emperor, Dijun, and the effeminate youth in black, Kunpeng.

They did not radiate any aura, yet the heavens and earth automatically changed color, as if welcoming the return of the Emperors of the Ancient Era.

Sun Wukong, Nezha, Shen Gongbao, and Xiaobailong turned pale; this was the suppression of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Not to mention that the other party was the Demon Emperor!

"Brother Di, Brother Dong, this is the Scripture Seeker, Xuanzang," Kunpeng said.

"Not bad."

Dijun swept a calm glance over him and instantly saw through Xuanzang's cultivation; for a member of the Human Race to reach this realm, even in the Ancient Era, was a rarity.

Because for an Acquired Living Being, the Great Luo Realm is a gate that is visible but unreachable, one that is difficult to cross even after exhausting lifetimes of effort.

"Master, how does it feel? Can you beat them?" Sun Wukong asked.

Xuanzang's expression was solemn as he said earnestly: "It's a bit troublesome, so let's break through first."

"Great Luo Golden Immortal Late Stage, break!"

Happy New Year, fellow readers. I've been getting plied with alcohol every day recently, and in massive amounts at that; my head is spinning and updates haven't been very timely. I will definitely update properly after the New Year, ten thousand words every day.