Chapter 359: The Outer Dao Tianzun, Lays a Hidden Trap [Combined Chapters, 6k]

The six directions form the universe; the past, present, and future constitute time.

The divine beings who traverse antiquity and modernity cross the initial node, treading upon the light of time, flowing downstream along the river of spacetime.

Under the vast expanse of temporal light, three figures nearly simultaneously crossed the Opening Heaven node.

Along this river of spacetime, three figures bathed in gentle yet majestic temporal light flowed downstream.

They had just crossed the initial node known as the “Age of Opening Heaven,” a source brimming with chaos, destruction, creation, and… terror.

The experiences there, even for these newly elevated Luo Jinxian, were sufficient to etch into their Dao hearts, becoming eternal tales and warnings.

“Congratulations, Dao Brother Guangcheng! Joy to you, Dao Brother Chijing! Both have attained Taiji and secured the Luo Jinxian fruit; henceforth, you shall roam freely beyond spacetime, unharmed by countless calamities!”

“Our Chan Sect’s second generation has finally added two pillars holding up the heavens; soon, you shall govern the underworld’s cycle of rebirth, awe-inspiring the myriad realms, and the rise of the underworld is imminent!”

The speaker was a Daoist clad in aquamarine robes, with a handsome face but a slightly unrestrained and eccentric aura.

He beamed with genuine joy as he bowed to the two Daoists beside him, whose qi was far more stable and weighty.

These two were none other than Chan Sect’s inner-disciple disciples—Guangchengzi and Chijingzi.

At this moment, their Dao rhythms flowed smoothly, clearly having just stabilized their Taiji Luo Jinxian realm, their joy evident on their faces.

Guangchengzi’s face was ancient and unadorned, his gaze calm; upon hearing this, he nodded slightly and returned the bow: “Dao Brother Fuzhu is too kind.”

“We too must congratulate you on ascending straight to heaven, attaining the Luo Jinxian fruit of freedom.”

“To be honest, Chijing and I were genuinely surprised—we thought Meng Huai, the most unruly and troublesome among the outer disciples, would be the first to attain Dao.”

“Yet it was you who took the lead—truly worthy of celebration!”

Chijingzi, whose face was as radiant as jade and holding the Yin-Yang Mirror, also laughed: “Indeed, indeed!”

“Dao Brother Fuzhu, though you are… well, quite lively, Meng Huai’s habit of leaping about and stirring up chaos is truly unparalleled in our Chan Sect.”

“We had even privately wagered on when Meng Huai would cause a massive scandal, stage a grand spectacle, and then be ‘forced’ to attain Luo Jinxian just to save himself!”

Before them stood none other than the eldest outer-disciple of the Chan Sect—Fuzhu!

He and Meng Huai, the second outer-disciple, were jointly known as the “Two Plagues of the Chan Sect.”

In their early days, they had caused endless chaos in the Tai Sha Heavenly Palace, tricking outer-disciples into near-death experiences.

Even the establishment of the Youming Sect and the Chan Sect owed much to these two troublemakers.

“This time, Meng Huai fell one move short, lagging behind you in attaining Luo Jinxian; your position as eldest outer-disciple is now as solid as a mountain.”

Guangchengzi grinned at Fuzhu.

The Chan Sect’s inner disciples belong to the Xian realm, governing the underworld.

The Chan Sect’s outer disciples belong to the Mo Sect, transforming into Demon Kings.

As the eldest inner-disciple, Guangchengzi had to constantly watch out for his mischievous junior disciples.

As the eldest among all the Demon Kings, Fuzhu’s pressure was unimaginable.

Had it not been for the eldest sister, [Qingxiao Shen Nü] Nüqing, who enforced the Mo Sect’s laws and occasionally suppressed that lawless band of Demon Kings, Fuzhu would have been overthrown long ago.

“It was merely luck—I cannot compare with the two of you.”

Fuzhu was exceedingly humble.

Chijingzi shook his head: “Who among those who attain Luo Jinxian does so by luck? Dao friend, you are too modest.”

Guangchengzi also chuckled: “Exactly! There are no outsiders here—we’re all fellow sect brothers. Your unrestrained behavior right after passing the Pangu Deity’s certification was nothing like this.”

“Cough, cough~~”

Fuzhu’s face flushed red: “Dao Brothers, please don’t expose my secrets.”

Chijingzi shook his head seriously: “Dao friend, you are mistaken. Attaining Luo Jinxian, transcending spacetime—how could it be summed up by the words ‘luck’?”

“Every Luo Jinxian Sovereign has endured boundless trials, struggled to survive within the Dao, and ultimately shattered their own path, condensing an immortal Dao fruit.”

“The hardship, wisdom, and fortune behind it—all are indispensable.”

“The fact that you attained Luo Jinxian against the overwhelming pressure of three Pangu Deities’ certifications during the residual waves of this Opening Heaven calamity alone proves your exceptional nature.”

Guangchengzi added: “Exactly! Fuzhu Dao Brother, there are no outsiders here—we’re all family.”

“We saw your unrestrained behavior clearly when you passed the Pangu Deity’s certification at the Opening Heaven node!”

“It’s a world apart from this humble, gentlemanly demeanor now!”

“Cough, cough~~ cough!”

Exposed, even Fuzhu’s thick skin turned red: “That… that was… a moment of uncontrollable emotion!”

“Dao Brothers, please don’t reveal my secrets.”

He’d merely shouted twice in uncontrollable joy after attaining transcendence!

“Alright, alright, we won’t laugh at you anymore.” Chijingzi, seeing his genuine embarrassment, changed the subject, curiously asking:

“Hey, Fuzhu Dao friend, what office did you receive from the [Dao Zhen Jing] upon your attainment of Luo Jinxian?”

At this, Guangchengzi also showed keen interest.

The [Dao Zhen Jing] is profoundly mysterious, especially for Chan Sect disciples, acting like a vast treasure trove and cultivation accelerator.

Within it lie countless “offices” tied to the Dao.

These offices are not mere titles—they are the embodiment of Dao authority, the condensation of cosmic laws.

Receiving an office not only accelerates comprehension of the corresponding Dao, but also allows one to harness partial cosmic law, and under specific conditions, gain unimaginable divine powers and protection.

The most important office is naturally the “Sanqing Tianzun,” symbolizing the origin of the Dao and the supreme fruit.

Next come the offices of the great Demon Kings, Emperors, Supreme Saints, and the primordial deities born from Yuan Shi’s Nine Qi.

Chan Sect disciples all gain numerous benefits from the [Dao Zhen Jing].

For example, they can at any time project a sliver of their true spirit into it to listen to the wondrous sounds of the Dao and perceive the mysteries of cosmic law.

They can also condense the office they desire according to their needs.

And when the time is ripe, they may directly receive from the true realm the office most aligned with their own Dao.

This offers immeasurable advantages in consolidating one’s Dao foundation, enhancing power, and even vying for cosmic authority in the future.

“Oh! You two didn’t remind me, I’d forgotten!” Fuzhu slapped his forehead; a sliver of true spirit flew upward, causing the [Dao Zhen Jing] to tremble in the void.

Soon, a dark, demonic radiance descended, forming a divine plaque.

Guangchengzi read the Dao script upon it.

“Dan Ling Shang Zhen Mo Wang?”

Guangchengzi pondered: “This seems to be a Luo Jinxian Demon King office from the [Tai Shang Mo Zhu] lineage.”

Chijingzi chuckled: “Heh, Master Tai Shang has taken a liking to Dao Brother Fuzhu!”

Fuzhu took the plaque and said solemnly: “Thank you, Master Tai Shang, for your great favor!”

Just as Fuzhu was about to put away the plaque, the [Dao Zhen Jing] trembled again—this time, even more violently than before!

“Huh? More?”

Immediately, another radiance descended—this one utterly unlike the previous demonic aura; it radiated majestic grandeur, boundless vitality, and supreme dignity, as if infused with the primordial Dao rhythm of Opening Heaven!

“What is this?”

The three deities stared in confusion at the second plaque.

Clearly inscribed upon it: Nan Ji Chang Sheng Da Di!

“???”

Fuzhu froze, then burst into joy, rushing forward to embrace the plaque, his voice trembling with excitement as he bowed repeatedly toward the Yu Xu Palace:

“Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master, for your boundless favor!”

“Master, you spoil me so! Your disciple kneels before you! Bang, bang, bang!”

His acting was superb—he nearly did kneel right there in the river of spacetime.

No wonder he lost composure.

The office of “Nan Ji Chang Sheng Da Di” carried immense weight!

This was no ordinary Emperor office—it was a primordial deity office born from the “Chang Sheng Qi,” one of the Nine Qi of Yuan Shi!

Possessing it meant Fuzhu would receive unimaginable enhancement in cultivating Yuan Shi Dao, especially regarding life, creation, and longevity.

Guangchengzi, aware of its true nature, added: “If the deity represented by this office perishes, Dao Brother Fuzhu will surely inherit a share of their Dao.”

The Jiaozhu bestowing this office was no coincidence.

Remember, Nan Ji Chang Sheng Da Di is a mask of the Qilin Clan.

Chijingzi looked at Fuzhu with envy: “Dao friend, your fortune is profound; now that Shi Qilin is dead, you must strive!”

The Jiaozhu was urging effort, and Fuzhu must also strive—future greatness as a titan was assured.

Of course, occupying the position of Nan Ji Chang Sheng Da Di carried some risk.

Should any Qilin Clan Luo Jinxian perish in the future, they theoretically might use the “Nan Ji Chang Sheng Da Di” position to return.

But as long as the Chan Sect endures, this possibility is zero.

Who would dare seize an office bestowed by the [Yuan Shi Tian Zun]? His name alone terrifies the myriad realms.

Even Shi Qilin himself would hesitate.

The three newly elevated Luo Jinxian, having tallied their gains from the Age of Opening Heaven, bathed in the cleansing light of time, absorbed the Dao’s abundant gifts, and continued downstream along the river of spacetime toward their Hong Huang world.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~

The river of spacetime flowed ceaselessly, its waters shifting with countless strange visions.

Midway, the three suddenly sensed an indescribable entity passing by.

Guangchengzi looked—two slimy, chaotic, foolish-looking tentacles hung in the air, counting gold coins one by one.

“Is this [Xie] or [Chong]?” Chijingzi frowned.

The indescribable entity slowly turned its head, curiously gazing back.

Hearing Chi Jingzi’s question, He shook His head and replied, “No… I am not the [Evil]… nor the [Plague]…”

His “speech” was slow, as if each syllable had to be painfully wrenched from viscous chaos, “I am… Blessing-Born, Mystery-Yellow, Heaven-Lord…”

“Blessing-Born, Mystery-Yellow, Heaven-Lord?” The three deities exchanged glances, utterly baffled.

The title sounded strangely respectable.

It even evoked the sensation of “Blessing-Born, Infinite Heaven-Lord.”

But this appearance… no matter how you looked, it had nothing to do with the character “Blessing”!

At that moment, another voice echoed through time and space.

“The Supreme, Pure, Venerable, Holy Lord of the Infinite Void, Ruler of the Three Realms, Ten Directions, and All Spirits!”

A true name of twenty characters!

Each character seemed to contain boundless Dao resonance and authority, yet together formed a terrifying will that made the heart tremble!

Guangchengzi and the others looked on as a colossal, unimaginably vast divine shadow slowly emerged.

His form was profoundly contradictory and terrifying: his body was indistinct, shrouded in a haze of chaotic color, his features blurred beyond recognition, yet an absolute sense of “emptiness” and “nothingness” radiated from him.

From the edge of the aura, countless arms, like withered tree branches with jet-black, razor-sharp nails, extended outward.

In each hand, he cradled a newborn, pink, adorable infant.

Behind him stretched an endless, boundless “Void Homeland”—simultaneously an end and a beginning. Countless true spirits rushed toward it like moths to flame, dissolving instantly into nothingness.

His aura carried both the compassion of nurturing all things and the cold stillness of ending all existence.

Sacredness and heresy, creation and destruction, achieved a bizarre unity within Him.

The Unborn Mother!

When Guangchengzi and the others “saw” Him, this title arose naturally in their minds.

Beyond these two, the great tributaries of the River of Time and Space each hosted deities of Luo Jinxian rank proclaiming their presence.

And each was stranger, more twisted than the last.

“Damn!” Guangchengzi sucked in a sharp breath.

“First that money-counting tentacle monster, now this baby-hugging hollow mother… What kind of demons and spirits did we drag back from the Creation Era?!”

The three of them were secretly stunned.

Unbeknownst to them, in the “eyes” of beings like Blessing-Born, Mystery-Yellow, Heaven-Lord and the Unborn Mother, Guangchengzi, Chi Jingzi, and Fu Zhu—three Xuan Sect immortals—were equally terrifying and dangerous entities to be wary of.

The reason was simple: from the sect’s founder down to the disciples, all Xuan Sect immortals possessed one trait—Dao Contamination.

They could subtly influence everyone around them.

To deities accustomed to corrupting other beings, Xuan Sect immortals were pure poison.

The chaotic laws and corruption domains they painstakingly constructed would melt and collapse like snow before sunlight under the Xuan Sect’s “Dao Contamination.”

Even worse, they might be forcibly “straightened,” absorbed into the Xuan Sect’s orderly framework.

Or worse still, they might be “bent,” dragged into the gutter by unorthodox laws.

For deities who thrived on corrupting and twisting others, this was an utterly unacceptable, lethal threat!

So when the Unborn Mother’s shadow noticed the pure, domineering Jade Pure immortal light and Yuan Shi Dao resonance on Guangchengzi and the others…

Her countless arms holding infants paused slightly, then the entire shadow dissolved like ink dropped into water, fading swiftly into the background of the River of Time and Space, vanishing.

Meanwhile, the tentacles of Blessing-Born, Mystery-Yellow, Heaven-Lord ceased counting coins, and in His gaze toward the three deities, a flicker of wariness—and perhaps… revulsion?—passed through.

Then, the tentacles silently retracted into nothingness.

Fu Zhu’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

These strange “heretical Heaven-Lords”… seemed… rather interesting?

At that moment, from the source of the River of Time and Space, came an overwhelming, supreme pressure—so immense it seemed ready to redefine the entire river!

Whoosh—!

The light of the cosmos boiled; the Dao roared!

Three figures, as if emerging from the origin of myth, the starting point of all Dao, stepped forward and crossed infinite time and space in a single stride.

They were the Three Pure Ones, just returned from the Creation Era!

Their forms appeared clear, yet indeterminate, as if simultaneously existing in past, present, future, and all dimensions of time and space.

“Ugh… headache, headache!”

Yu Chendao Jun rubbed his temples. “Never expected Grand Pan would launch a surprise attack!”

Tai Shang’s eyes held a trace of helplessness. “We truly miscalculated.”

“Grand Pan didn’t hold back at all—just one slash and we were sent flying back.”

The Three Pure Ones were somewhat disgruntled.

Who could have imagined Grand Pan would pull such a stunt?

The Creator God himself, sneaking up to ambush… himself?!

“But we gained plenty this time!”

Xiang Xuanqing said, “At least, we killed one Pan.”

At the mention of the Ancestral Wu Pan, the Three Pure Ones all laughed.

They had clearly seen the Ancestral Wu had received Pan’s gifts—and were even claiming Pan’s orthodox lineage.

But they’d still been cut down!

“We just needed them to understand who the real boss is!”

The Three Pure Ones walked back along the River of Time and Space, grumbling about Pan the True One while savoring the thrill of crushing the Ancestral Wu Pan.

Wherever they passed, the Dao naturally followed, the light of the cosmos bowed, and countless miraculous phenomena accompanied them.

Their aura swept through the entire River of Time and Space like an invisible storm.

The departing “heretical Heaven-Lords” were stirred once more.

This time, they did not feel the Xuan Sect disciples’ “Dao Contamination,” but the supreme, primordial pressure of the Dao itself!

Blessing-Born, Mystery-Yellow, Heaven-Lord’s tentacles retracted deeper, no longer bothering to count coins.

The Unborn Mother’s Void Homeland rippled, as if ready to vanish entirely into “nothingness.”

A mechanical deity’s ear buzzed with static.

…

These ancient beings who ruled the myriad universes now felt their own “Dao” was shallow, twisted, and utterly fragile before the Three Pure Ones.

Sensing these watching gazes, the Three Pure Ones did not halt, merely glancing calmly across every corner of the River of Time and Space.

The heretical Heaven-Lords, brushed by that single glance, felt as if struck by a torrent of primordial Dao—terrified beyond measure.

They retreated at once into their own timelines.

“Are these all newly ascended Luo Jinxian?” Yu Chendao Jun asked curiously.

In the Creation Era, their axes had slain only Chaotic Demons.

Yet now, returning, they saw so many strange Luo Jinxian.

Few seemed to originate from Hong Huang Zhen Jie.

“The Zhu Tian Wan Jie have always been diverse.”

Xiang Xuanqing recalled his own days traveling the Zhu Tian Wan Jie—still quite pleasant.

The Three Pure Ones flowed downstream until they reached Guangchengzi and the others.

“You’ve done well,” Xiang Xuanqing said, a hint of approval on his face.

Guangchengzi and the three bowed deeply: “Disciples pay homage to our Master!”

Seeing the three Tianzun, they instantly understood.

No wonder! No wonder the Creation Era had produced the “One Ancient Becomes Three Ancients” phenomenon!

It was all thanks to the three sect masters!

[That makes sense—with three sect masters involved, it’d be strange if the Creation Era ran normally!] the three disciples thought internally.

They were now immensely relieved.

Passing the certification under their own Master was no small feat.

At that moment, Fu Zhu—who had always been the most erratic—gleamed with excitement, gathered courage, stepped forward, and bowed to Xiang Xuanqing:

“Respected Master! I have just attained Dao, yet my foundation is shallow and my experience limited.”

“On my return journey, I encountered several… hmm, rather peculiar Dao companions. I became curious.”

“Therefore, I humbly beg Your permission to visit their worlds or timelines, to observe and learn—perhaps… even open new business opportunities for our Xuan (Demon) Sect?”

“Oh? You wish to visit those worlds?” Xiang Xuanqing glanced once more toward the direction the heretical Heaven-Lords had departed, a knowing smile curling on his lips.

“Yes!” Fu Zhu nodded eagerly, eyes brimming with anticipation.

“I swear, I’ll just look around—won’t cause trouble! Uh… I’ll try not to cause big trouble!”

Xiang Xuanqing looked at his newly ascended, ambitious outer-disciple who already wanted to go solo, and laughed: “Go. You don’t even need to report to me—can I stop a Luo Jinxian from expanding business?”

“Though I do have one condition.”

Fu Zhu said, “Master, please speak.”

“Take Meng Huai with you.”

“Huh?” Fu Zhu froze.

Xiang Xuanqing smiled: “What, unwilling?”

“Willing! I’m willing!” Fu Zhu’s expression was mixed with joy and dread,

Just thinking of Meng Huai as a disaster made his head ache.

Guangchengzi and Chishenzi listened from the side, their lips twitching slightly.

In their hearts, they silently lit a candle for those heretical worlds and deities.

But upon further thought, these two were never quiet in Honghuang—better to let them wreak havoc elsewhere than among their own.

“Alright, we’re heading back. You two do as you please.”

Xiang Xuanqing imposed few restrictions on his disciples.

After giving his disciples a few instructions, the Three Pure Ones returned to Honghuang.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~

Along a tributary of the Time-Space River, thirteen figures stood side by side, silently watching the Three Pure Ones depart.

“Wu Luo, you said you wanted to ambush them—why did you back down just now?” Zhu Rong asked, puzzled, turning to Wu Luo.

Wu Luo glared at Zhu Rong: “You said you wanted to charge straight at the Three Pure Ones and kill them the moment you saw them—why didn’t you?”

Zhu Rong chuckled awkwardly and turned to rebuke Gong Gong.

“Gong Gong, what’s wrong with you? You said you’d control the Water of Time and Space to teach the Three Pure Ones a lesson—where’s your plan?”

Gong Gong kicked Zhu Jiuyin: “Speak.”

Zhu Jiuyin was speechless and spoke plainly: “What’s there to say? If we can’t beat them, what’s the point?”

The Ancestral Wu were all silent.

They had already been killed by the Three Pure Ones, so they returned first.

After returning, they were too furious to let it go and planned to confront the Three Pure Ones again.

For this reason, they hadn’t even announced their presence in the Time-Space River.

But when the Three Pure Ones actually returned, the Ancestral Wu hesitated, each one unwilling to step forward.

“We are all descendants of Pangu—fighting among ourselves is no good. Let’s let this go this time!”

In the end, the Ancestral Wu, magnanimous as ever, chose to forgive the Three Pure Ones.

“They actually held back.”

The Three Pure Ones turned back simultaneously, expressions tinged with regret.

They had just been ambushed by Pangu and were seething with anger, waiting for the Ancestral Wu to come and confront them.

Too bad the Ancestral Wu didn’t take the bait.

“Then this anger must be vented on Hong Jun!”

Yu Jing Mountain.

Hong Jun rubbed his neck: “Why does it feel a bit chilly?”

He took out the Jade Disc of Creation, calculated for a moment, then returned to his work of refining the Method of Severing the Corpse.

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