Chapter 293: with translation of chapter title

The Dao's resonance rolled on, like a flood sweeping, shaking without cease.

Heaven and earth, all things, all sentient beings felt something in their hearts, and their expressions were greatly moved.

In the Heavenly Demon Mountain!

Immortal light of billions of zhang surged forth, dispersing the ancient gloom of this place to some extent.

Luo Hou, who had been in secluded cultivation, suddenly opened his eyes.

His gaze was filled with astonishment and regret as he looked toward Mount Sumeru.

"Is this the power of a sage?!"

"Indeed extraordinary!"

Luo Hou muttered to himself.

If these words were heard by outsiders, they would surely be stunned speechless.

After all, the former mighty demon ancestor could, in a sense, be considered a senior to figures like the Three Pure Ones and Nüwa.

And now, the so-called demon ancestor actually has to look up to the mighty stature of a sage.

Little did he know, Luo Hou, although he has lived to this day.

But that ancient Dao-Demon struggle ultimately caused him to waste endless years, and his strength was greatly diminished.

In the past, when Jieyin and Zhunti had just attained the Dao, relying on the Heavenly Demon Grand Formation, Luo Hou could still temporarily trap them.

But now, feeling that immense and unparalleled pressure, Luo Hou was greatly alarmed.

Asking himself, if he were to act now, he would certainly no longer be a match for Jieyin and Zhunti.

More importantly, such an unmatchedly powerful existence is not just one or two.

In the present age, there are as many as seven sages standing proudly in the world.

Moreover, there is also the lofty and even more terrifying Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

It can be said that the former demon ancestor has now lost all his brilliance and can hardly stir up any waves anymore.

"I have no choice but to attain the Dao of Mixed Yuan as soon as possible!"

"Perhaps there is still a chance to contend with the current powerhouses."

Luo Hou's gaze was deep and cold, his expression extremely stern, as he grit his teeth and said in a low voice.

Having personally experienced the might of the sage realm, Luo Hou's yearning to attain the Dao has reached an unprecedented intensity and urgency.

Of course, what he seeks to attain is not a Heavenly Dao sage, but a Mixed Yuan Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

In other words, his goal is the same as Chen Ku's.

Upon this thought, Luo Hou's mind stirred greatly.

"That brat Chen Ku also walks this path."

"The two ofus.... I wonder who will be a step faster?"

Luo Hou revealed a contemplative expression.

Without a doubt, as the demon ancestor, one of the ancient gods of the Three Thousand Great Daos, Luo Hou naturally does not wish to fall behind others.

Whoever is the first to attain the Dao of Mixed Yuan Grand Luo Golden Immortal can be said to be of great significance, able to gain even more reverence from sentient beings.

Moreover, one cannot deny that Chen Ku's talent also truly causes Luo Hou some alarm.

However, after only a moment, his countenance calmed down.

"That Chen Ku, although his talent is extraordinary!"

"But I also possess the Heart-Demon Tribulation, which can continuously provide power."

Luo Hou regained some confidence.

By now, his mastery of the Heart-Demon Tribulation has become ever more adept, as if using an arm and fingers.

Between heaven and earth, countless cultivators must undergo tribulation.

And those who fail to pass will turn into endless 'nutrients', continually replenishing Luo Hou's strength.

Now, even mighty Grand Luo Golden Immortals are no exception.

Precisely because he feels the immense benefits brought by the Heart-Demon Tribulation, Luo Hou is confident that, given time, he will surely attain the Dao of Mixed Yuan Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

"Hateful.... Why did I not comprehend this path back then?!"

In Luo Hou's heart, a great sense of indignation and unwillingness arose again.

The Heart-Demon Tribulation is precisely the Great Dao most suited to him.

But back then, it was only under Chen Ku's guidance that Luo Hou finally comprehended it and achieved today's accomplishments.

Even for this, he had to give Chen Ku the position of vice-master of the Heart-Demon Realm, so that the latter could constantly share the demonic path's qi fortune and merit, etc.

If he himself had been able to comprehend this path back then, he might have already attained the Dao of Mixed Yuan Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

Even in the Dao-Demon struggle, he might not necessarily have been defeated by Hongjun's hand.

Upon such reflection, it can be said to be a history of blood and tears, causing Luo Hou's expression to gradually darken.

But thinking too much is ultimately useless.

After all, it is still to strengthen one's own cultivation and attain the Dao of Mixed Yuan as soon as possible that matters most.

The Heart-Demon Tribulation, still cannot be stopped......

Upon this thought, Luo Hou immediately set out, and the all-encompassing demonic dao laws surged forth, spreading across heaven and earth.

Because of this, who knows how many powerhouses will suffer great headaches, even having their endless years of cultivation destroyed in an instant, falling into the demonic path.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Demon Court!

Although separated by billions of li.

But on Mount Sumeru, the auspicious light and qi mechanism of the sages discussing the Dao still spread to this place.

The gazes of countless hundreds of millions of the Demon Race also all converged toward the direction of the Western Buddhist sect.

Envious!

Unwilling!

Yearning!

All kinds of emotions mingled together, too many to count.

Faintly, demon race beings whisper secretly.

"Ah... The seven sages are gathered, discussing the Dao between heaven and earth—what a great opportunity this is!"

"If we could go there, even if we only heard a tenth or two, we would surely break through at least a minor realm."

"That's right, that's right—it's a pity, such a tremendous blessing, yet we have no affinity with it."

Undoubtedly.

In the heart of every demon race being, envy drives them nearly mad.

Despite being separated by hundreds of millions of li of void, the sages' qi remains this rich, and the auspicious light is just as brilliant.

"It's hard to imagine; if one could stand beneath Mount Sumeru, what profound insight that would be?!"

"Even a dull-witted, poor-footed mortal would likely become an immortal on the spot."

Moreover, the sight of all western beings breaking through is also gazed upon from afar by the demon court's inhabitants, who witness it.

"To watch such a tremendous opportunity slip through one's fingers is nothing short of immense torment."

Amidst such discussion, some beings could not help but reveal their resentment.

"If we had known this would happen, we demon race should not have antagonized the western Buddhist sect in the past!"

"Who would say otherwise? Offending the Buddhist sect brings us only harm and no benefit."

"Shh... keep quiet; if the demon emperor Donghuang His Majesty hears this, wouldn't it be seeking death?!"

"This... hum, the fact is exactly so; if we had managed to seize the primordial purple qi back then and forge a sage for our demon court, it would have been fine."

"But after several schemes, it ended up being a futile effort like drawing water with a bamboo basket, instead leaving our demon race hampered everywhere, filled with dread."

"This is fundamentally the demon court's failure."

Clearly, the demon race beings regret to the point of slapping their thighs.

Even under deep resentment, some beings suppress their voices and express dissatisfaction with Di Jun Taiyi and others.

The so-called demon race is nothing more than the gathering of countless demonic beings in the world.

In terms of unity, they naturally cannot compare to the Wu Clan and other tribes and forces.

And at the highest point of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Di Jun Taiyi, Kunpeng, and the Ten Great Demon Saints, etc., sit cross-legged.

Their faces are rather gloomy, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

"Damn it..."

"How could the sages' discourse on the Dao produce such a tremendous momentum and fluctuation?!"

Taiyi's brows and eyes are cold and severe; he speaks in a low voice, his anger unabated.

First, influenced by the qi of the sages' discourse, they cannot achieve tranquil focus and self-forgetfulness.

Second, although they sit atop the demon court, they have long heard the countless discussions of ordinary demon race beings.

Countless demon race beings have already begun to waver in morale.

"How could Di Jun Taiyi and the others not be angry?!"

But the crowd has no outlet for their anger.

"After all, the law does not punish the many!"

"Moreover, although Di Jun Taiyi never said it outright, how could their hearts lack some regret?!"

In their youth they were vigorous and proud; now they must ultimately pay the price.

Just then, Di Jun's expression suddenly shifted.

"Hum, since the sages' discourse qi has transmitted into our demon court,"

"then we might as well use this to quietly contemplate; perhaps we will gain something."

Di Jun's words caused everyone's expressions to turn strange.

"Alright!"

"Fearing the western Buddhist sect's might, we can only cultivate the Dao within the demon court?!"

"In a sense, this is practically like picking up the 'scraps' left by western beings."

"If this gets out, wouldn't all beings laugh themselves to death?!"

But for now there is no other way.

Everyone therefore had to follow Di Jun's words, immediately closing their eyes slightly and attempting to begin contemplating the Dao.

But it's easy to imagine that, at such a distance, the sages' immortal sounds have already become faint and intangible, impossible to grasp.

One could even say they are completely inaudible.

Therefore, no matter how hard they try, the demon court's people find it difficult to grasp even the slightest insight.

This makes them feel even worse, utterly vexed.

Unbeknownst to them, this sages' discourse has already lasted for ten thousand years.

Finally.

"This day!"

The discourses of Chen Ku, Jieyin Zhunti, Hong Yun, and others also ended here.

The heavenly immortal sounds gradually dissipated, and the portents vanished into nothingness, leaving nothing behind.

That wondrous Dao rhythm that stirred the heart also ceased to exist.

By this point, the demon court's people finally secretly let out a relieved breath.

Finally, it's over......

Instinctively, Di Jun, Taiyi, and the others couldn't help but utter such a sigh.

If this continued, they'd probably never be able to calm their minds.

Speaking of the Western Heaven and Earth!

Chen Ku and the others gradually stopped speaking, which also meant that this time the saints' discourse had finally come to a complete end.

What the Seven Saints spoke turned into vast expanses of legal order, hanging in the void and gently drifting down.

Between heaven and earth, countless beings' faces grew ever more devout as they carefully sensed its profound mystery.

After a long while, countless beings' bodies twitched slightly, and their tightly shut eyes slowly opened.

Without exception, every being's eyes shone bright, overjoyed.

"Great! By listening to the Dao this time, I actually broke through two minor realms in one go."

"Haha, although I only raised one minor realm, I faintly grasped a Buddhist divine ability."

"Human, Chan, Jie, Buddhist, and the Great Dao of Creation of the Saintess Nüwa—truly profoundly wonderful, letting us reap immense benefits!"

"This opportunity is worth tens of thousands of years of bitter cultivation."

"It won't take long; with this insight, I will certainly enter the realm of the Two Corpse Quasi-Sage."

Such words echoed throughout the Western Heaven and Earth.

Whether ordinary cultivators like Golden Immortals, Taiyi Golden Immortals, or even Da Luo Golden Immortals and mighty titans of the Quasi-Sage realm, all were immensely excited and gained greatly.

Especially some Quasi-Sage powerhouses.

Having reached that level, wanting to further improve becomes even harder.

Yet this time listening to the saints' discourse was a stroke of fortunate insight, having already grasped the method of breakthrough.

All that remains is merely a matter of time, sooner or later.

In short, the aid this saints' discourse gave to all beings is an immense, ineffable boon.

Finally, all beings who came to listen to the Dao bowed down reverently.

"We cultivators bow in thanks to the saints for their grace in teaching the Dao!"

Watching this scene.

Chen Ku, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the others exchanged a glance, feeling satisfied.

Although among those bowing, there were still some who revered the Three Pure Ones' Dao lineage.

But without a doubt, this round of discourse fully maximized the Western reputation.

Even now, visible to the naked eye, around Mount Sumeru there surged a thick, substance-like qi fortune, rising and falling, mysterious and profound.

Needless to say, in the hearts of all beings, the Western prestige now surpasses that of the Three Pure Ones.

Given time, more benefits will inevitably manifest, endless and boundless.

The Western Buddhist Sect's rise is imminent.

Immediately after, Chen Ku flicked a meaningful glance at Jieyin, Zhunti, and the others.

Seeing this, they understood.

"Haha, this discourse is already over!"

"Our Buddhist Sect has prepared immeasurable spiritual-root immortal fruits; please, everyone, partake together!"

Jieyin laughed loudly and said thus.

Then he waved his hand.

In an instant, before the Three Pure Ones, Nüwa, and other saints, immeasurable immortal fruits appeared, releasing a blaze of light and an intoxicating fragrance.

Gazing outward, they almost filled the space before all the saints and mighty titans.

Such a handiwork made some powerhouses involuntarily suck in cold air.

Listening to the saints' lecture was already a tremendous opportunity in itself.

Moreover, all kinds of top-grade spiritual roots were crazily piled up for them to enjoy?!

This... the Buddhist Sect's work is also too perfectly done.

For a moment, countless titans were shocked and awed, and their reverence for the Buddhist Sect grew even greater.

On the other side.

Seeing the immeasurable immortal fruits set before them, Xuandu, the Twelve Golden Immortals, Duobao, and the other Three Teachings disciples also had their expressions shift.

They hadn't forgotten that, before coming, their master had specially instructed them to gorge on Western immortal fruits until Chen Ku and the others felt the pain.

Exchanging a glance, the Three Teachings disciples immediately dug in eagerly.

Xuandu waved his hand, and one spiritual fruit after another flew up, continuously falling into his mouth.

Xuandu didn't even have time to chew before gulping them down wildly.

Guang Chengzi, with both hands, grabbed three immortal fruits and kept biting them with a 'crack crack', as if fearing others would snatch them away.

Duobao and the others ate until their mouths filled with spiritual light, yet they kept devouring them wildly.

The Three Teachings disciples' appearance was as if they had been starving for thousands of years.

Watching this scene, countless mighty titans were instantly stunned.

"How... can the Three Teachings disciples be so utterly lacking in decorum?!"

"Hey, could it be that the Three Teachings have no spiritual-root immortal fruits at all?!"

"Like a starving wolf pouncing on food, it seems the Three Teachings disciples' days are really not great at all!"

"Exactly, exactly—with such an appearance, where is any dignity of the saints' Dao lineage?!"

Beings pointed and discussed, chattering away.

In an instant, the Three Teachings disciples couldn't help but blush with embarrassment, feeling utterly ashamed.

The Three Pure Ones were also exasperated.

Embarrassing!

Too embarrassing!