Chapter 321: Wanshou Emperor of the Longevity Sect

Xu Jia picked up the Small Naihe, stood up, steered the clouds, and observed the earth from above.

It was a vast, white expanse, swept clean.

Although he had ferried a million hungry ghosts into his belly, there would still be millions, tens of millions of hungry ghosts born into the world in the future; Xu Jia's great vow had not been fulfilled, nor had his mission been completed.

Shunji transformed into a dragon shape, swimming through the clouds. The commoners below saw it, rubbed their eyes, and could no longer see it; it seemed like an illusion, yet some swore earnestly: "A dragon! I saw a dragon."

Traveling all the way to Dongting, of the three God Immortals and Great Demons, one had ascended, one had been refined to death, and one was holed up at the bottom, unable to turn things around.

Xu Jia lowered the cloud head, and the Shunji Little Dragon King said: "Wu'er, Xu Teacher has come to ferry you."

That Wu'er was at the bottom of Dongting Lake; because the winter was cold and the Earth Qi had contracted, he did not cultivate the methods of the Divine Path, but only mindlessly inhaled and exhaled Primordial Qi, not changing his animal instincts.

He was shivering from the cold, unwilling to move, but upon hearing this, he reluctantly revealed his head, which was a dark mountain upon Dongting Lake.

He said in a muffled voice: "I recognize the old Heavenly Master; last time he was riding a lion in the sky, detaining quite a few Mountain Gods, Earth Deities, River Earls, Water Monarchs, Dragon Gods, and City Gods. I also wanted to pay my respects, but could not get a glimpse. Now that I see him, it is truly: 'The True Person cultivates the Great Truth in clear emptiness, the Great Cavern mixes the One Qi; the raw jade is kneaded into a furnace tripod, the pure gold is refined into a complete pill; rarely heard of in the Nine Heavens, this is the first family among them.'"

Xu Jia was delighted to hear this: "You big black catfish, you are surprisingly cultured. It is rare that you have cultivated for a thousand years, unlike them, who might as well have cultivated for nothing."

Wu'er said: "They do not recognize the True Person, but I have a good eye, so that is different. Teacher, do not say I speak nicely; I do not know if my heart is also perfectly sincere, it is extremely good-looking."

"How is your heart?"

"My heart is red," Wu'er said. "If you don't believe me, go and take a look; it is such a big heart, it is truly sincere!"

Xu Jia heard this: "I shall believe you. Although I said I would help you, you have heard my rules; you must take refuge in me, make a great vow, and obtain the Lingbao Register Method before it can be done."

Wu'er said: "I have already thought it through. I want to make a vow; I want to make a vow to become your Daochang on the sea. You and I are broad and fat, five hundred miles long and three hundred miles wide; in this manner, it is enough to settle a province and several prefectures. Although I have no great ambition, I am willing to follow and act accordingly; if you are joyous, I shall transmit it. I heard you established a sect overseas, and I am also willing to become a branch altar to protect the Dao lineage. In the future, if you ascend and I have not, I will guard the inheritance for you. If they want to catch me, I will hide and find an opportunity to continue transmitting it; it will always be continuous and endless."

"If I have Merit and ascend to the Shangjie, I will still do this; to be good at the beginning and good at the end."

Xu Jia heard this and only said: "Anything else? This vow seems grand, but in fact, it is inaction, like an old turtle shrinking into its shell."

"Then what else can I do?"

Xu Jia sighed: "You do not need to do anything; you only need to preserve yourself and leave behind the truth. Today, I shall give you a name. Wu'er, you have the Thunder Head, but you lack the Ghost Feet; the 'Electric' character has gained a foot, so let us call you Zidian Xian. I shall transmit the Lingbao wondrous method to you to help you cultivate, to shed your mortal shell early, to cultivate and verify the clear and spiritual Primordial Spirit, and to discard the fleshly body. Otherwise, if you have to refine a fleshly body of several hundred miles, you will not be able to achieve Didao even in ten thousand years. Only by giving up can one gain."

"The disciple accepts the admonition."

Xu Jia flicked a point of spiritual light to him, enlightening him. Suddenly, he felt refreshed and clear; a point of his Primordial Spirit left his body, manifesting a spiritual light Dharma body, incomparably free. Looking back and down, that fleshly body was clumsy and lacked freedom.

Xu Jia set up the Small Naihe, and suddenly, a great bridge appeared between heaven and earth. He then pointed out a mass of Mirage Essence Soul, and the Cloud Void transformed into a cloud boat. Zidian Xian twisted his body and swam onto the great bridge. Suddenly, the earth shook and the mountains swayed, Water Qi overflowed, and just as it was freezing cold and snowing, a heavy rain began to fall.

Shunji helped to calm it, but it was difficult to cover the celestial phenomenon.

The commoners only felt that the sky had suddenly turned dark and the light was dim and gloomy, but as mortals with flesh eyes, they could not see clearly and only felt that thick black clouds were blocking the light. Only the cultivators in the distance saw the wind and clouds changing, whipping up a huge tornado on Dongting Lake, connecting the water to the sky, leading straight to the clouds. A giant golden-whiskered catfish used the suction of this huge tornado to be lifted to the cloud head.

Such a scene left the local elders, Earth Immortals, and deities extremely shocked. They lacked such wisdom, Divine Ability, and experience, and even more so, they had no culture; if they wanted to express their feelings, it was merely a single exclamation: "Awesome."

After completely leaving Dongting, the water level of the eight-hundred-mile Dongting Lake had obviously shrunk again, surprisingly only about five hundred miles, exposing a large amount of arable plains.

Zidian Xian followed the Naihe Bridge to the cloud head. He was worried about falling off and did not dare to move recklessly; he even dared not look down. The water and clouds were both soft, but there was this lifting force. The cold wind made him a bit cold, but inside, there was a heat.

The golden light of the Naihe Bridge was misty, and its main body gradually began to shatter, but its Dharma Power remained intact. After half an hour, his entire body had reached the clouds.

He thought of: "In the Northern Darkness, there is a fish, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so large, I do not know how many thousands of miles it is. It transforms into a bird, and its name is Peng. The back of the Peng is, I do not know how many thousands of miles it is. When it rages and flies, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky."

He thought to himself: "If only I could become a Great Peng bird."

And so, suddenly, his wish was fulfilled. Underneath his fish body, his fins spread out like the sails of a sailboat, allowing him to soar freely in the Cloud Void. He flicked his tail, and his whole body began to move.

"I can fly?"

He thought, but upon sensing carefully, he realized that it was the Lingbao Register Method that had taken effect. He had been longing to leave this place and envied the birds in the sky that could fly; this belief spurred the Lingbao Register Method. He was originally an essence of the water, but now he was a spirit of the wind. With wind rising and water flowing, he was free and unfettered; Xun below and Kan above is the Well hexagram.

The dry well produces a spring, the time comes and luck turns, and his spirit gradually becomes refreshed.

He laughed loudly, and just as he was feeling proud, that sense of being lifted suddenly vanished. It turned out that the Small Naihe had been completely damaged, and he had reached the East Sea; it only borrowed from his own nature and had not completely changed him.

Thus, he fell down completely and arrived at the East Sea.

This fall of his stirred up endless waves in the East Sea, and the Wonu Country immediately suffered from earthquakes and volcanic eruptions.

The Wanshou Emperor of the Longevity Sect, who was in seclusion cultivating, had his Primordial Spirit roaming the Taixu, experiencing a lifetime of cultivation in another world. Suddenly sensing something unusual, he woke up and calculated for a moment, then was greatly shocked: "These trash! If I do not return, wouldn't my foundation be possessed by others?"

Thus, suddenly, Black Qi surged, ominous light descended, and blood light filled the sky. The great conch wailed, and the great chime cried out. The Wanshou Emperor's Dharma Heaven and Earth appearance landed on the clouds, ten thousand zhang tall, glaring angrily: "How bold of you, juniors!"

Xu Jia also felt the crisis and thought to himself: "This old demon is truly formidable!"

(End of chapter)