Chapter 59: Senior Disciple of the Chan Sect

“You’re quite impressive.”

The imperial shadow within the Zhou Tian of the cosmos gradually dissipated, and the pressure on Li Lun’s body likewise vanished.

Xiang Xuanqing regarded Li Lun with an appreciative gaze.

His chest held thunderous turmoil, yet his face remained as calm as a still lake.

This devoted disciple before him filled him with great satisfaction.

Ming He, standing nearby, wore a smile of delight.

He turned to Xiang Xuanqing with solemn expression: “Congratulations, Dao Friend, on gaining such a capable general! Now our Yinming enterprise can officially commence!”

Though Yinming currently has only added one ghost deity, where there is one, there will be two; where there are two, there will be three!

The emergence of a single ghost deity filled Ming He with boundless imagination for Yinming’s future.

Ming He excitedly envisioned:

Once Xiang Xuanqing’s disciples multiply, we can begin constructing the prototype of the Underworld!

“Five Ghost Emperors, Ten Courts of Yama, Yin Si magistrates, Gong Cao ghost generals, Yinming envoys...”

“As we grow step by step, we won’t merely establish the Underworld in Honghuang—we’ll open halls across the Zhu Tian Wan Jie.”

“Wherever there are sentient beings, there shall be the Underworld; wherever there is the Underworld, there shall be the Soul River. Then my little brother’s Da Luo Dao Guo will have its foundation.”

“Yinming Underworld—the ultimate resting place for all sentient beings!”

Ming He fantasized about the future, growing more and more excited.

He tugged at Xiang Xuanqing’s sleeve.

“Now that Li Lun Dao Friend has joined our ghost deity fold, shouldn’t you share some of your private treasures?”

Ming He pointed to the reverent ghost deity Li Lun standing nearby.

“I’ve long been prepared. I’ve long been prepared.”

Xiang Xuanqing smiled and gestured with a hand.

A streak of light shot forth from the Third Heavenly Palace—Wucheng Heavenly Palace.

Li Lun felt a sudden weight in his hand.

He looked down—it was a divine seal.

The seal was seven fen thick, three chi six cun in length and width, with a golden glass handle, engraved with four large characters.

These characters were neither primordial Dao script nor post-heavenly true script.

They were a script exclusive to ghost deities, possessing unfathomable power.

“Equal King Seal.”

Li Lun activated his spiritual awareness and saw within the seal a grand hall.

An immensely vast hall, like a universe, immeasurably expansive.

The hall was composed of endless rules; indescribable Dao and principles wove through empty space, dazzling and radiant—just a single hair-thin ray of light could fill an entire world.

“The Eighth Court.”

Through this hall, Li Lun saw a throne shaped by countless Yinming laws.

Upon the desk before the throne lay a dragon robe, a royal sword, a jade gui, and a Pingtian Xuan crown.

“Master, this is...?”

Li Lun’s expression was filled with excitement; he felt intuitively that if he fully mastered this “Equal King Seal,” he would gain unimaginable benefits.

“With this seal, you shall formally receive the authority of Yinming.”

“Become the Lord of the Eighth Court among my Ten Courts of Yama—the Equal King.”

“Lord of the Eighth Court among the Ten Courts of Yama...” Li Lun murmured to himself.

Moments later, a dark light flashed—the seal spun once in his palm, then zipped swiftly into his spiritual platform.

Li Lun wore the Pingtian crown, draped in the dragon robe, wielding the royal sword, holding the jade gui, perfectly composed, and bowed again with solemn reverence.

“Your servant, Equal King, bows in thanks to the Great Emperor!”

Xiang Xuanqing helped him rise. “No need for such formality. To be honest, our Yinming is still in its infancy—of the Ten Courts of Yama, you’re the only one so far.”

He transmitted the Underworld construction plan to Li Lun.

“Since you’ve joined my fold, there are certain things you must know.”

After reading it, Li Lun’s eyes gleamed.

“Yinming Underworld—the ultimate resting place for all sentient beings?”

Upon understanding Xiang Xuanqing’s vision, Li Lun was utterly awed by his boundless ambition.

He grew even more certain of his choice. “Master, I no longer wish to leave.”

Li Lun gazed intently at Xiang Xuanqing and declared firmly: “I wish to remain here and help you cultivate disciples, assist other Dao Friends in joining Yinming’s embrace, and strengthen our Chan Sect!”

“Are you certain?”

Xiang Xuanqing smiled. “You’ve been here for countless eons—don’t you want to go out and see the world?”

“I am certain!”

Li Lun said: “Now that I’ve become a new ghost deity, this is precisely the time to adapt to Yinming’s laws, study the Dao, and strive for advancement.”

“As for going out to see the world...”

Li Lun looked at Xiang Xuanqing and smiled frankly: “Before I joined your fold, I was anxious and desperate to leave.”

“Now my heart and spirit are settled—whether I leave or stay, it makes no difference.”

“It’s rare to have such a heart.”

Xiang Xuanqing nodded. “But having the heart isn’t enough—you must also be adaptable.”

“I don’t wish to leave myself, but I can send out several avatars to wander.”

“This heavenly palace can no longer contain you.”

After giving him instructions, he transmitted four scrolls of scriptures to Li Lun.

“Some methods compiled in my early years—take a look when you have time.”

They were: “Fengdu Secret Art,” “Hundong Dao Chapter,” “Feikong True Words,” “Demon King’s Empty Song.”

Li Lun examined each one. After a moment, he held up the fourth scroll before Xiang Xuanqing with a hint of confusion.

“Master, this ‘Demon King’s Empty Song’?”

“You’ve got sharp eyes!”

Before Xiang Xuanqing could speak, Ming He laughed: “You’ve zeroed in on the key point immediately.”

Xiang Xuanqing explained: “Study it carefully—it’s for future use. Don’t practice it yet; just understand it for now.”

“Your servant understands.” Li Lun nodded.

After arranging for this new member, Xiang Xuanqing inspected the inner universe once more.

A few words of encouragement left the disciples overwhelmed with emotion.

“Master, wait—we will succeed!”

“I’m counting on you!”

Xiang Xuanqing arrived at the Bing-1 Universe.

Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhen Jun bowed respectfully: “I have grasped your words, Master.”

“Hmm.”

Xiang Xuanqing gave a slight nod, then departed with Ming He.

Before leaving, Xiang Xuanqing turned back to Li Lun and said: “By the way, the Equal King Seal has some mysterious effects—study them carefully.”

“Mysterious effects?” Li Lun frowned. He had already mastered the seal, yet hadn’t noticed anything special.

Xiang Xuanqing smiled mysteriously and said nothing more.

After Xiang Xuanqing left,

Li Lun began transmitting the Dao to his fellow disciples.

The disciples each gained insights and began studying their own ghost deity paths based on Li Lun’s experience.

One Dao, yet each person walks their own way.

After completing his teachings, Li Lun was free to roam within the heavenly palace.

He still resided in Universe Bing-6.

But now he had full control over all the Dadaxiaoxiao hells within it.

“Hey, these torture instruments are truly my divine weapons now.”

Li Lun wore a peculiar expression—he never expected that acting out a role would become reality.

“Li Lun Dao Friend!”

The containment entities in the outer universe called out to him.

“Are you all in a hurry now?”

Li Lun smiled as he gazed at the outer universe.

“Dao Friend, can you teach us? We’re also Chan Sect disciples!”

The containment entities pleaded: “We’ve got a Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother too!”

“We all elected you together.”

“We agreed from the start to share everything and enter Yinming together.”

“Now that you’ve attained enlightenment, don’t forget us!”

Li Lun said nothing in response.

"There was indeed an agreement originally."

"But the Law cannot be lightly transmitted, nor can the Dao."

Li Lun smiled at everyone: "Most importantly, whether you seek the True Law depends on your sincerity."

"Although we are all disciples of the Jiaozhu, you are confined to the Outer Universe, while we are confined to the Inner Universe."

"Do you know what this means?"

"What does it mean?" The containment objects asked obediently.

"It means we over a dozen are all inner-disciple students recognized by the Jiaozhu!"

"But you, because your hearts lack sincerity, are at most outer-disciple students!"

Li Lun chuckled: "I can now be considered the senior brother of the Chan Sect’s inner disciples!"

"If you want the True Law, first call out 'Senior Brother!'"

"What’s so hard about that?"

Across countless universes, the containment objects cheerfully began addressing each other as senior brothers.

Even the Holy Sect’s senior brother, Fu Zhu, joined in.

Li Lun was the inner-disciple senior brother of the inner prison tier.

He was confined to the outer prison tier, making him the outer-disciple senior brother.

There’s no conflict between the two, is there?

Our Chan Sect is brimming with talent—dividing into inner and outer disciples is perfectly reasonable!

"In my opinion, although our Chan Sect has recognized a Jiaozhu, we must still distinguish ourselves from the Youming system."

"For example, a senior brother who serves as a ghost deity in Youming holds the title Wu Shang Zheng Du Zhen Jun—but that honorific doesn’t suit us in the Chan Sect."

Everyone turned to look, and there stood Meng Huai from the Fire Sea Hell, offering his opinion.

He had begun his signature antics once again.

"So we all need to adopt a sect name."

"What do you think of giving the senior brother the sect name 'Guangcheng Dasheng'?"

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