Chapter 795: Turned to Ash and Vanished

Yuxu Palace.

"Master!"

Guangchengzi knelt on the ground, his head lowered in shame.

As a dignified Great Luo Golden Immortal, he had actually almost been killed by a Golden Immortal; this was truly disgraceful.

Moreover, his junior brother, Taiyi Zhenren, had been killed right beside him.

Yuanshi Tianzun's face was somber, his Saintly might vast and mighty, like the fury of the Heavenly Dao. He said in a deep voice, "Though you are at fault, the sin is not yours alone. It is only a pity that the Yang God was let off so easily, dying just like that."

He was famously protective of his own; if there was a fault, it was naturally someone else's.

If the Yang God had not been smashed into mincemeat by the Fantian Seal, he would have wanted to capture the opponent and suppress them under Qilin Cliff for eternity.

Guangchengzi's face was also filled with hatred.

Yuanshi Tianzun continued, "Your fortune has been completely stripped away by the Yang God; from now on, just cultivate in seclusion at Yuxu Palace. This place is a world unto itself, and the power of the Heavenly Dao cannot affect it here."

Guangchengzi hurriedly asked, "Master, is there really no way to restore this disciple's fortune?"

Yuanshi Tianzun coldly snorted, "I am merely a Saint, not the Heavenly Dao, and I am not omnipotent. Fortune is the most profound of mysteries; even we Saints dare not claim to have mastered it completely.

Of course, I could also restore it for you.

But that would not be your own, and your path of the Dao would end there."

"Ah!"

Guangchengzi exclaimed, then asked, "Then how long must this disciple cultivate in seclusion to restore my fortune?"

At any other time, he would not have minded cultivating in seclusion here.

But now, during the Fengshen War, he still wanted to take the opportunity to achieve something, to gather fortune, and to break through to a higher level.

Back then, it was in his capacity as the Imperial Teacher that he assisted the Yellow Emperor in pacifying Chiyou and ascending to the position of Human Emperor, thereby gathering immense fortune and breaking through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm in one stroke.

The Fengshen War was similar to that time.

During the Fengshen War, killing did not incur karmic obstacles, and there were rich rewards of fortune after the war.

To use a common analogy, the Fengshen War was like a gambling game, with the various Saints acting as the house, and all living beings using their own fortune as the stake. Those who lost would naturally die and have their Dao extinguished, but their fortune would be preserved and awarded to the final survivors.

The better one performed and the more important one was, the more fortune one would naturally harvest.

In the Fengshen World, Saints were high above.

They used the world as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces.

The so-called Great Calamity was nothing more than a struggle for fortune among the Saints.

Yuanshi said, "You killed the Yang God; after the Fengshen War ends, you can naturally have fortune added to your body, and at that time, you will be able to recover. Otherwise, you must cultivate in seclusion here for at least ten thousand years."

"That is fine then!"

Guangchengzi breathed a sigh of relief.

The Fengshen War would likely only last ten or twenty years.

It was just a pity that even with fortune added to his body in the end, it would at most restore some fortune, not enough to stop the world from rejecting him.

Yuanshi Tianzun turned his head and looked toward the West.

His gaze seemed to pierce through infinite distance to see Lingshan, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Strange, why did the Western Two Sages intervene earlier? And Tongtian, having killed the Yang God, I would like to see if you can continue to keep up the pretense."

Thinking to the end, cold light flickered in his eyes.

The Twelve Golden Immortals were all thorns in his side, and they had actually been killed by the Yang God.

Yuanshi Tianzun also began to harbor resentment toward Tongtian Jiaozhu.

If not for Tongtian Jiaozhu's secret instigation, how would the Yang God have gone for the kill right from the start?

Thinking of this, he cast out several Talisman Edicts.

The content of the Talisman Edicts was very simple: to warn the disciples of the Chan Sect that they need not show mercy when encountering disciples of the Jie Sect.

………

Lingshan.

Zhunti Daoren's expression was ugly, and he muttered in a low voice, "Yuanshi, you go too far."

Jieyin Daoren's expression was equally poor.

The future Buddhist Deputy Sect Leader they had set their sights on had actually been killed by Guangchengzi.

In reality, they had already intervened earlier, wanting to save the Yang God, but they had been blocked by Yuanshi Tianzun, and thus could only watch helplessly as the Yang God was smashed into mincemeat and his Primordial Spirit was annihilated.

But they did not know that this was merely an instinctive action by Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Eh, how could this be?"

Jieyin Daoren suddenly exclaimed, his expression ugly.

Zhunti Daoren hurriedly asked, "Senior Brother, what is it?"

Jieyin Daoren knitted his brows and said, "I performed a Calculation and discovered that the Yang God's True Spirit did not ascend to the Investiture of the Gods, but instead... turned to ash and vanished."

"Ah!"

Zhunti Daoren also exclaimed. If the Yang God had ascended to the Investiture of the Gods, although he could no longer become the Buddhist Deputy Sect Leader, he could still become a foundation for Buddhism to plant in the Heavenly Court, and it would not even be impossible to find a way to help him escape his predicament one day in the future.

But to turn to ash and vanish meant he was truly dead.

Could it be that the Yang God's roots were so shallow that he could not even enter the Human Path?

Back then at Zixiao Palace, the various Saints signed the Investiture of the Gods and determined the three grades of sealing:

Those with deep roots would attain the Immortal Dao;

Those with slightly inferior roots would attain the Divine Dao;

Those with shallow roots would attain the Human Path, still following the cycle of reincarnation.

If the Yang God had entered reincarnation, they would have been even happier, as they could have directly brought his reincarnated body to Lingshan.

"Sigh."

Jieyin Daoren sighed at the end: "The Fantian Seal was transformed from a half-section of Mount Buzhou, and with Guangchengzi striking in anger, perhaps that is why Yang Shen was completely reduced to ashes."

It was not that he had not considered that Yin Qi might not be dead yet.

It was just that his gaze had already been cast toward Sishui Pass at the time, and whether Yang Shen had died or not could not possibly have been hidden from him.

It was just a pity that he did not know that such a thing as an Inner Heaven and Earth existed in this world.

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Wahuang Heaven.

Nuwa Palace.

"He just died like this, and his soul was scattered!?"

Nuwa frowned slightly.

For Yang Shen to have achieved Golden Immortal Peak, he must have been a person of great luck; even if he could not survive the Fengshen War, he should at least have been able to make it onto the Investiture of the Gods, or at the very worst, enter the cycle of reincarnation—how could he have been reduced to ashes?

"Although he died suspiciously, he also died well."

"Without Yang Shen, the Yin Shang cannot be a match for Xiqi, so this can be considered a punishment for Di Qi."

"Also, that Mobile Phone is quite interesting."

A strange look flashed in Nuwa's eyes.

Thinking of this, a Clone stepped out from her body and then vanished into the void.

………

Golden Turtle Island.

"What a pity."

Tongtian Jiaozhu sighed; a peerless genius had just died like this.

……

Inner Heaven and Earth.

Yin Qi spread his palm, and about twenty-five zhang of purple luck surged into the sky.

This luck belonged to none other than Guangchengzi.

Using the 'Deprive Luck' Secret Technique, he forcibly claimed Guangchengzi's luck as his own.

Among the luck-based Secret Techniques, besides 'Deprive Luck', there was actually 'Integrate Luck', which meant taking forcibly seized luck and making it one's own, but this type of secret technique touched upon the rules of the Heavenly Dao.

Not only was it extremely wasteful, but it also had very serious aftereffects.

Yin Qi was not lacking in luck, so naturally, he did not need to integrate this portion of luck, but he would not waste it either, so he communicated with the Altar: "Can this portion of luck be Sacrificed?"

"It can!"

Twenty-five zhang of luck was not truly much to speak of.

Yin Qi thought for a moment and realized that the Time Array in the Practice Field still lacked a source of Spirit Qi, so he communicated with the Altar: "Sacrifice it all, and Refine a Power Furnace."

"As you wish."

As the grand voice finished speaking, the luck in Yin Qi's hand suddenly disappeared, replaced by a Power Furnace.

It belonged to the Mysterious Immortal level, belonging to the Quasi-Golden Immortal rank.

The reason it was not at the Golden Immortal level was because a Golden Immortal level Power Furnace required thirty zhang of luck.

Afterward, Yin Qi installed the Power Furnace in the Practice Field.

Zhang Shaokang and the others were practicing in the Practice Field when, suddenly, they felt the concentration of Spirit Qi within the Practice Field rising sharply, and it contained rich fragments of laws, far exceeding the Cave Heaven Heart of the Martial Hall.

This made them both surprised and delighted.

The higher the concentration of Spirit Qi and the more fragments of laws there were, the faster they would naturally cultivate.

"It is not safe to go out now; the gazes of the Sages must still be here, so it is better to wait a while."

Yin Qi mused to himself.

He knew that his faked death would certainly make the Sages suspicious.

But as long as there was no evidence, they could only conclude that his foundation was shallow, to the point of not even having a chance to enter reincarnation.

In the Honghuang, the Sages were almost omnipotent.

Precisely because of this, their judgments would be deep-rooted, and they would not have other suspicions or guesses. (End of chapter)