txolops Chapter 200 Fellow Daoist, surely the Sage wouldn't lay a hand on this humble Daoist?
Chapter 200 Fellow Daoist, surely the Sage wouldn't lay a hand on this humble Daoist?
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"It's alright, just kill them if they need to, you don't need to worry about the rest."
"Yes, disciple will go and look after Nezha."
Taibai waved his hand gently, and Taiyi Zhenren bowed respectfully before stepping away, his figure disappearing outside the pavilion.
However, no sooner had Taiyi left than a sudden change occurred.
From the top of the solitary pavilion at the highest point of Chentang Pass, a dark light shot out, revealing itself to be an arrow. It tore through the oppressive air and flew rapidly towards the southeast.
Taibai moved slightly, transforming into a streak of light that followed closely behind. His powerful divine sense remained ever-present, firmly locking onto the arrow.
Shi Ji's cave is located more than 200 miles to the northeast, but the trajectory of this arrow is biased towards the southeast. No matter how far the range is, it is impossible to hit the target.
Taibai extended his divine sense forward to investigate, but the area in that direction was desolate and devoid of any signs of life.
The arrow pierced the wind and was about to fly far away over the Stone Cliff Cave.
Taibai's eyes narrowed, and he was about to use his magic to forcibly change the direction of the arrow, causing it to shoot straight at Shiji Cave.
Just as he was about to unleash his magic, the arrow unexpectedly changed its trajectory without warning, as if it had been deflected by an invisible hand. It drew a sudden arc and then headed precisely towards the Shiji Cave.
From the moment the arrow left the bow, Taibai's divine sense never strayed, perceiving the most minute details, yet he detected nothing amiss even as the arrow changed direction.
There was not a trace of magical fluctuations or external interference on it; everything exuded an eerie naturalness.
"As expected, it leaves no trace and forms its own cause and effect. This is undoubtedly the work of a sage."
Now that the arrow has hit its mark, the process is no longer important.
The feud between Shiji and Nezha has begun, and this is the prelude to the story.
Taibai composed himself, put the matter aside for the time being, and looked up into the distance.
His next target was Kong Xuan of Sanshan Pass.
His purpose in this trip was clear: the grand trend of the Investiture of the Gods must be pushed forward, but the ending needed to be rewritten.
The three religions should not wither away as they were destined to, and the Western religion should not be allowed to grow too powerful and eventually surpass the three religions.
The bottom line he could tacitly approve of was that the two Western Saints could convert those mortals of the Jie Sect who were burdened with karma; all other variables had to be firmly controlled.
Having made up his mind, Taibai transformed into a streak of light and fled straight toward the Three Mountains Pass at an incredible speed, with mountains and rivers rushing past beneath his feet.
Before long, the Three Mountains Pass came into view.
However, before Taibai even entered the pass, a five-colored aura rushed towards them.
The next instant, a figure appeared out of thin air and blocked their way.
The newcomer was handsome and upright, with a restrained Daoist aura, yet possessing a terrifying majesty. He was none other than Kong Xuan.
"Fellow Daoist Taibai, it's been a long time. Your cultivation has become increasingly profound, which is truly enviable."
Kong Xuan smiled and spoke first, his tone familiar and without hostility, but rather carrying a hint of reminiscing.
His ability to successfully sever his three corpses and reach the quasi-saint realm in a very short time is due to the immense fortune of the human race.
And it was Li Bai, standing before him, who pointed out this path and made him make his choice.
Kong Xuan kept this cause and effect in his heart.
Taibai descended from the clouds, stood facing Kong Xuan, and shook his head, saying:
"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me. My meager cultivation is nowhere near as good as that of Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan."
Now, Fellow Daoist, your Five-Colored Divine Light can sweep away anything, and your cultivation is boundless. You probably deserve the title of the number one person below the Saint.
The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and the atmosphere became harmonious.
But gradually, the smile on Kong Xuan's face faded slightly. He knew that with Taibai's abilities, his personal visit was definitely not just for reminiscing.
The faint hint of solemnity in Taibai's expression did not escape his notice.
"Fellow Daoist, there's no need for empty words between us. Is there something important you need to discuss? Please speak freely. If it's within my power, I will certainly not refuse."
When Taibai saw that Kong Xuan had taken the initiative to ask, he stopped beating around the bush.
He sighed softly, his voice sounding somewhat low in the wind:
"In that case, I will speak frankly. Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan, are you aware that the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods has arrived?"
As the great calamity descends, its aura permeates the heavens and earth, and even ordinary powerful cultivators can sense its ominous and ominous nature.
However, the specific details of the Great Tribulation and the intricate power struggles among various parties are often difficult to ascertain unless one has close ties with the major religions.
Although Kong Xuan is the crown prince of the Phoenix Clan and has a noble status, the Phoenix Clan has long been in decline, and he has been living in seclusion in the human realm for many years. Whether he is well aware of the inner workings of the Great Tribulation is something Taibai is not sure about.
Upon hearing this, Kong Xuan frowned slightly and nodded, saying:
"The world is filled with the aura of calamity, and the killing intent is lurking in the shadows. I have indeed sensed it."
The peril of this calamity seems even greater than the great calamity of the Lich King in the past. As for other specific matters, my knowledge is indeed limited.
After hearing this, Li Bai said no more.
His expression turned solemn, and he raised his hand in a gesture, causing the Tai Chi diagram to appear and slowly unfold. The Yin and Yang energies circulated, instantly enveloping the surrounding area.
Where the Tai Chi diagram unfolds, all celestial secrets, vital energy, and even light and sound are completely disrupted and isolated.
"The purpose of this calamity of the conferment of gods is to fill the positions of the three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods in the Heavenly Court."
Using the fall of the Shang Dynasty and the rise of the Zhou Dynasty as a starting point... this led to the complete entanglement of disciples from the three religions...
Kong Xuan sat quietly and listened. After Taibai finished recounting the beginning and end of the Investiture of the Gods, a ripple flashed across his eyes, and his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were pondering, or perhaps he was somewhat dismissive.
"Fellow Daoist, you can rest assured. With me here, the Shang Dynasty will never fall."
Looking across this vast and ancient world, among all living beings, who could possibly harm me in the slightest?
He paused, a faint five-colored divine light swirling around him. Though not explicitly displayed, it already caused the surrounding energy to stagnate. He continued calmly:
"Therefore, fellow Daoist, you are overthinking it. This great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, no matter how turbulent it may be, will not have much to do with me."
Taibai looked at Kong Xuan, and the sigh in his heart finally turned into a trace of helplessness.
He had to admit that what Kong Xuan said did make sense.
According to the trajectory of destiny, Kong Xuan did indeed once single-handedly intimidate thousands of immortals and demons in Xiqi, and his sharp edge was virtually invincible.
His cultivation has reached the perfect state of Quasi-Saint. Even if Jiang Ziya and others invite powerful figures like the Styx Ancestor and Zhen Yuanzi to come, they will probably find it difficult to shake Kong Xuan in the slightest. At most, it will be a stalemate.
However, what Taibai was worried about was not this kind of conflict among immortals.
He knew perfectly well that the Western Sage Zhunti was ultimately beyond such calculations and would do things without regard for appearances.
In Kong Xuan's view, a sage is supreme and noble, and values face above all else. He would never lower himself to bully someone who has not yet become a sage.
It was precisely because of this composure and arrogance stemming from absolute strength that Kong Xuan never truly worried about his own safety, even when he was at the center of the calamity, and regarded all kinds of dangers as nothing.
"Fellow Daoist, please allow me to ask a question. In your opinion, with your current supernatural powers, are you capable of fighting a sage?"
Leaving aside the Three Pure Ones and the Goddess Nuwa, let's just talk about the Sage Zhunti, who is known for having the lowest cultivation among the Six Sages of Heaven. What do you think, fellow Daoist?
Upon hearing this question, Kong Xuan's expression immediately became somewhat strange.
He stared at Taibai, his eyes revealing not anger, but rather a hint of confusion.
"Below the level of a sage, all are but ants. The difference between a sage and a non-sage is a fundamental one, a world apart, which cannot be bridged by the accumulation of spiritual cultivation or the passage of time."
"Let alone now, even if ten more cycles pass, as long as I haven't broken through that final barrier and achieved the Dao Fruit of the Primordial Saint,..."
Therefore, facing any Heavenly Sage, there is absolutely no chance of victory. This is not self-deprecation, but a fundamental truth of the universe.
Taibai looked at Kong Xuan and saw that although he was arrogant, he still had a thorough understanding and clear awareness on such a critical point, so he couldn't help but nod slightly.
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