Chapter 412

Bai Li, I remember your beauty.

Old Ancestor Ji Yue flicked his sleeve, the spirit patterns in his hand flashed, deriving a phantom of the Xuanji Holy Lord.

The Xuanji Holy Lord Bai Li had an exquisite figure, front and back protruding, peerless elegance; her three-thousand-zhang white hair wrapped her delicate body, revealing lovely curves; her long, fair jade legs stood above the void, her beautiful face showed no ripple, her eyes devoid of emotion, coldly looking down at Old Ancestor Ji Yue.

Hmm…

This is the feeling!

Bai Li is one of a kind.

In Old Ancestor Ji Yue's mind, images appeared of these several eras pursuing the Xuanji Holy Lord…

Actually, the Xuanji Holy Lord never said a word to him.

In previous eras, when the Domain Gate opened, he would step into the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone to seek the Xuanji Holy Lord.

He spoke from the side.

The Xuanji Holy Lord was listening.

Old Ancestor Ji Yue felt a hint of bitterness inside, after all he was a Quasi-Dao Sovereign, in Dong Huang he could turn hands into clouds and cover hands into rain, who dared not obey, he would directly kill them!

The Xuanji Holy Lord was an exception.

Moreover, he was not the only one neglected in the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone.

All the strong ones of the Five Regions were captivated by the Xuanji Holy Lord.

Thinking this way, his heart also felt much more balanced.

It seems the Xuanji Holy Lord is still fair, treating everyone equally.

Thinking this, Old Ancestor Ji Yue gazed at the phantom of the Xuanji Holy Lord and murmured, "Bai Li, in this era I am destined to tread the Sovereign's path."

Your strength is destined to not become a Sovereign.

Come with me, be my Dao companion, and I will take you to conquer the outside world!

He had already made his choice.

This time, if the Xuanji Holy Lord is willing to go, that would be best.

If she is unwilling to go, he will forcibly take her away!

He has waited too long.

Although he already has many Dao companions, the Xuanji Holy Lord is the white moonlight in his heart.

Irreplaceable!

Bai Li! I will definitely take you out of the Taichu Realm!

……

Northern Plains.

Above the boundless glacier, snow drifted, the heavens and earth were vast, the Ice Frost Empress bore a cold, beautiful visage, walking between voids, she stood in the sky above the land where the Extreme Cold Three-Thousand Flame of heaven and earth resides.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful, her figure had pleasing curves, a dress of ice-blue wrapped her perfect form, presenting a most perfect curve.

The Ice Frost Empress lightly said, "The Extreme Cold Three-Thousand Flame is about to reach its peak; we have cultivated it for ten thousand years, and it is finally about to be completed."

Behind the Ice Frost Empress, several handsome men gently lifted her skirt, "Your Majesty, if you refine this strange fire, your strength will surely increase greatly."

The Ice Frost Empress gazed into the void, "The power of extreme cold is ultimately too pure; if another fervent strange fire could merge with it, the Extreme Cold Three-Thousand Flame would undergo an anomaly, achieving a qualitative leap."

A man said, "With Your Majesty's fortune, once the Domain Gate opens, we will surely find another strange fire; perhaps someone will bring it even before the gate opens."

A smile touched the Ice Frost Empress's lips; this flattery pleased her, "Hope so."

Several men wore fawning expressions.

The Ice Frost Empress asked again, "Any news from the North King?"

Several men said, "The North King is waiting for the Domain Gate to open; he intends to go to Nan Huang to prove the Sovereign Dao, and incidentally bring the Xuanji Holy Lord."

The Ice Frost Empress lightly shook her head, "After all these years, the North King still cannot forget Bai Li. However, it's fine that he went to Nan Huang; I will prove the Sovereign Dao in the Northern Plains, while he is in Nan Huang."

……

Western Desert.

This place is desolate, the desert stretches, accumulated upon the earth, the strong winds constantly sweep, leveling a dune then piling up another hill.

At the edge of the desert, upon numerous spiritual peaks, temples stand linked, emitting brilliant golden light; here is the Western Desert, the Buddhist realm's domain, Buddhist cultivators from the Five Regions flock here, solely to pursue the Mahayana Buddhist Dharma.

Within the Buddhist temples, towering ancient Buddha statues stand; under the blazing sun they are draped in a golden sheen, golden Buddhist scriptures flow mysteriously.

And the force opposing the Buddhist sect is the demon tribe.

However, the demon tribe of the Western Desert did not establish a demon court like in Nan Huang; their power is scattered.

At this moment, on Tianling Mountain, this is the supreme Buddhist cultivation ground of the Western Desert.

A middle-aged man in gray monk's robes, his face clean, appearance refined, bearing an otherworldly aura, he is Master Minghui, one of the several eminent monks destined to contend for the Sovereign fruit position on Tianling Mountain in this lifetime.

Radiant Buddhist intent surged upon him like golden light shining everywhere; he looked to the side and asked.

How is Wuji faring now?

A Buddhist monk beside him respectfully nodded, "Wuji continues his usual cultivation, lecturing, practicing… awaiting the opening of the Sovereign's path, then he will travel from the Eastern Lands all the way to our Ling Mountain Temple to seek the Nirvana Sutra."

Master Minghui slightly furrowed his brows, "Just how great a sin did Wuji previously commit? He has studied so many Buddhist profound texts; can his sins not be washed away?"

A monk beside him sighed, "This matter is indeed suspicious. The Nirvana Sutra of our Ling Mountain Temple's supreme Buddhist teaching is to be cultivated only after breaking through via death and rebirth; not everyone is qualified to cultivate it, nor can everyone succeed."

Master Minghui's gaze burned, "It seems Wuji has no good choice."

If he succeeds, he can attain Nirvana; if he fails, he will become a relic, accomplishing our Ling Mountain Temple.

A monk beside him gazed at the vast void, "This era may well produce an anomaly; the Bronze Ancient Hall remains unopened, the Domain Gate remains unopened."

Master Minghui said, "Nine is the extreme; at the extreme, change arises."

After a moment, Master Minghui returned to the hall, taking out a jade slip from his bosom.

The jade slip lit up, and the phantom of the Xuanji Holy Lord flickered.

Minghui glanced at it, then put the jade slip away again.

Let go, it's too difficult.

At the same time.

In the eastern lands of the western desert.

Wuwo was lecturing on sutras atop the high platform, wearing a string of ancient jewels around his neck—seven jewels in all, brilliantly radiant and sparkling.

Dao patterns flowed across Wuwo's body as he began chanting sutras; golden characters surged around him, and golden light filled the Dao.

"Amituofo!"

"Thus have I heard: At one time the Buddha was in Shewei Guo. Only in Jiegudu Yuan, together with a great assembly of 1,250 bhikkhus..."

Under the high platform, many monks had gathered, kneeling in utmost reverence, then sitting cross-legged, comprehending the Dao as Wuwo lectured on sutras.

After an hour.

The lecture on the Dao ended.

Wuwo asked, "Any further questions, everyone?"

A middle-aged monk asked, "Master Wuwo, what exactly do you intend to cut off regarding the 'self'?"

This question is full of mystery.

The word "self" is very important for Buddhist cultivators.

Everyone looked toward Master Wuwo.

The middle-aged man continued speaking.

"I think, therefore I am. But Master Wuwo wants to cut me off."

"What was I before? If you cut me off, what are you then?"

The sound fell!

Wuwo stood frozen on the spot, spitting out a mouthful of essence blood.

This question had already deeply touched his soul.

Seeing this, everyone immediately rushed to support Wuwo.

While the middle-aged man who had just asked the question curled the corner of his mouth slightly, "Wuwo, your Buddhist sutras are quite flavorful. Unfortunately, you haven't even penetrated the most basic 'self'."

"Your seven lifetimes of cultivation are, in my view, just a joke."

"You still want to achieve nirvana? Impossible! Just wait to become relics!"