Chapter 187 The Western Regions
"This is outrageous!"
"Zhunti, how dare you bully me like this!"
Inside the Zixiao Palace, Nuwa, seeing this scene, turned pale with anger, trembling all over. She couldn't help but take out a red embroidered ball and smash it towards Mount Sumeru.
On Mount Sumeru, Daoist Zhunti rushed towards Daoist Jieyin, repeatedly crying out, "Disaster! Senior brother! I've caused a huge problem!"
"We saints are indestructible, existing forever. What disaster could we possibly cause? Junior brother, there's no need to panic. Tell me!" Daoist
Jieyin smiled, not taking Zhunti's words to heart, instead thinking he was making a fuss.
In the primordial world, saints were invincible; what disaster could possibly affect them?
However, before Daoist Jieyin could finish speaking, and before Zhunti could reply, a huge red embroidered ball, trailing a long flame, flew from the sky and crashed heavily into Mount Sumeru.
Nuwa, filled with resentment, attacked without hesitation, unleashing the full power of a sage. Its might was immense, overwhelming all the heavens. No matter how exquisite the Western formations were, how could they withstand it?
"Boom!"
With a deafening roar, the entire Mount Sumeru shook, massive cracks appearing on its surface. A section of the mountain broke off and crashed into the outer sea, creating boundless waves.
Instantly, the area around Mount Sumeru was engulfed in turmoil, filled with dust and smoke, and towering waves. Countless creatures fled in panic, turning this once blissful world into a chaotic mess.
"Nuwa, you…"
Mount Sumeru was Nuwa's lifeblood; the pain she felt at inflicting such damage was unimaginable. How could she not be furious? She immediately took out the Azure Lotus Banner, ready to strike Nuwa.
"Senior Brother, you mustn't!"
Zhunti Daoist rushed forward, pulling Jieyin Daoist back, preventing him from attacking.
Today's events were clearly their fault; letting Nuwa vent her anger would have been enough.
But if a fight broke out, things would escalate, and who knows what price they would have to pay to resolve the cause and effect?
"Junior brother, why are you stopping me?"
"Mount Sumeru has been severely damaged by this attack. Repairing it will require countless rare treasures and take an immense amount of time!"
"Moreover, the West is already weak. If we suffer this humiliation and do not retaliate, won't we be ridiculed by the world and branded as incompetent?"
"If we do that, how can we face spreading our teachings in the East?"
Even though Zhunti Daoist was pulling him back, Jieyin Daoist was still furious. He gripped the Azure Lotus Banner tightly, determined to teach Nuwa a lesson and let all living beings in the prehistoric world know: the Western Sect is not to be trifled with!
"Senior brother, this is my fault! It's all my fault, I brought this upon myself!"
Having forcibly seized the Azure Lotus Banner, Zhunti Daoist said with a wry smile, recounting everything that had happened to Jieyin Daoist.
"Alas! Junior brother, you're foolish!" Jieyin Daoist sighed helplessly, withdrawing his divine power, no longer daring to retaliate.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, this is our fault. I apologize to you here!"
"Now you've vented your anger, Mount Sumeru has suffered considerable damage, and I've been reprimanded by our teacher. Are you satisfied?"
"Can you withdraw your divine power?"
True to his reputation as a sage known for his spiritual wisdom, Jieyin Daoist adjusted his mindset in an instant, regaining his compassionate demeanor, and addressed the red embroidered ball in the air.
"Hmph!"
"If there's a next time, I swear I won't let it go!"
With a cold snort, Nuwa put away the red embroidered ball and returned to the heavens. Facing two opponents alone, Nuwa wouldn't have dared to push too far unless she was in the right.
"I'm sorry, senior brother!"
After things calmed down, Daoist Zhunti looked at the ravaged Mount Sumeru and said with a hint of guilt,
"It's alright, Junior Brother was only thinking of the West. Just be more careful next time!"
It was too late for regrets now, and Daoist Jieyin couldn't blame Daoist Zhunti for this, so he could only let it go.
"But Master came, and I didn't even notice! That's unbelievable!"
"Both are saints, how can the difference be so great? Could it be that Master has already reached a realm beyond sainthood?"
He thought that becoming a saint, even if he couldn't rival Hongjun, would at least allow him to understand some of His realm. But today's events were a significant blow to Daoist Jieyin.
Hongjun had come right to his doorstep, and he hadn't noticed at all—it was terrifying.
…
"The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts?"
"Daoist Zhunti is quite generous!"
Feng Zichen exclaimed after reading the message from Daoist Zhunti.
The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, the foremost body-refining technique in Buddhism, cultivates supreme magical power to form relics, forging an immortal golden body, indestructible and invincible, suppressing the ten directions of the world.
However, His good intentions were destined to be in vain.
"Unorthodox and heretical!" Feng Zichen looked down on this method. In terms of magical power, he possessed the inheritance of the Three Pure Ones and the innate Three Enclosures Dao Scripture, which were no weaker than the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.
In terms of body refinement, he had the inheritance of Pangu and the inheritance of the Chaos Demon God; either one was stronger than the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts. It could be said that in the primordial world, apart from the Ancestral Witches, no one could match him.
This method was passed down by sages and could not be casually passed on to outsiders. Therefore, in his hands, it seemed somewhat superfluous.
"Let's leave it for now!"
"The West values cause and effect most highly. Who knows what secrets might be hidden inside? Once cultivated, who knows what might happen?"
"To be on the safe side, it's best not to think about it!"
Thinking this, Feng Zichen used his divine power to seal all memories of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, sinking them deep into his sea of consciousness, completely forgetting them.
"Let's go!"
After doing all this, Feng Zichen leaped into the void, arriving in the Western Regions in the blink of an eye.
...
In the Western Regions, the innate Geng metal energy permeated the air, extremely sharp, scraping against people like being cut by a knife, causing excruciating pain.
The further one went in, the sharper the innate Geng metal energy became. In the end, every gust of innate Geng metal energy was no less than a strike from a Great Luo Immortal, forcing Feng Zichen to stop and call out:
"The Zichen Clan of the Human Race has come to pay respects to the White Tiger Saint Venerable!"
Among the Five Elements Sacred Beasts, only the patriarchs of the three clans who dominated the prehistoric world could address him as Your Majesty. Although Xuanwu and Baihu held high positions, they were ultimately only the subordinates of the Ancestral Dragon and the Qilin Ancestor, their status slightly weaker.
"Hmm?"
"Why is no one answering?"
"Is the White Tiger Saint Venerable asleep?"
After waiting a moment without a reply, Feng Zichen couldn't help but feel puzzled. Just as he was about to call out again, a magnificent golden light swept towards them.
"Not good!"
Startled, Feng Zichen quickly took out a cyan pearl, activated it, and its dazzling light flashed. A fierce wind howled forth, completely blocking the golden light.
(End of Chapter)