Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 1092 - 390: Old Friends from the Sea of Realms, The Pioneers Die on the Shore

On the Immortal Mountain's mystical cave, an elder with an immortal demeanor sneered coldly. He unleashed the Divine Skills of Changing Sky and Day, displaying a Dharma Form that was snow-white and majestic, filling the heaven and earth without losing to the opponent in the slightest. He replied unceremoniously:

"Zhou, I think you've been dreaming too much!"

The God said solemnly, "Your disciple Ji Linyuan has only been in the sect for decades, yet he acts so ruthlessly, daring even to kill disciples from the direct lineage of the dojo's gate. Such ferocity cannot go unpunished, or how shall we explain to the palace?"

The Immortal's Dharma Form sneered, "Right and wrong, fairness lies within people's hearts! Those few sought their own deaths, daring to sell their own sect members' coordinates on the battlefield. Even after being confronted, they tried to surround and kill Lin Yuan. Disciples like them, dead are just dead!"

"Hmph!" The God said coldly, "Even if the three of them harbored selfish intentions, it is not Ji Linyuan's place as a Heavenly King to make the call! Otherwise, what is the use of the palace's Law Enforcement Hall? If everyone oversteps their bounds and kills disciples at will, how would Mayfly Palace differ from the Demon Sect? It's outright rebellion!"

Even the Immortal's Dharma Form found it difficult to refute this point, and in the end, still shook his head in silence.

The God sneered, "Since you can't provide a reasonable explanation and don't abide by the sect's rules, do you intend to rebel from the palace?"

The Immortal's Dharma Form's expression changed, "Stop spouting nonsense!"

At this moment, it's not just the two of them, but disciples from both factions below are in a standoff.

With the two elders giving way to each other, the atmosphere between heaven and earth turned infinitely tense, ready to erupt.

But no one wanted to start the fight first. Not to mention violating sect rules, merely this battle would have far-reaching consequences that neither side wanted to easily bear.

Suddenly.

A sword light descended from the sky with overwhelming momentum.

The whole world shook violently because of it.

Everyone looked, and it was a red-robed woman standing gracefully.

Where she stood, right between the God and the Immortal's Dharma Form, perfectly balanced, she glanced around the crowd with an expressionless face and said:

"The Ancestor Master has an edict, all of you listen to the order."

Just at this moment.

A long bell rang.

The sound spread through the void, reverberating for countless miles, lingering endlessly.

The red-robed woman's expression moved slightly, looking somewhat surprised as if she did not expect it to be so fast.

The disciples below, however, were already discussing.

"Is this... the Heavenly Ladder of Daoist career? Someone is challenging the Heavenly Ladder of Daoist career?"

"How can this bell sound resonate so far and so long?"

"Could it be... Ji Linyuan?!"

The red-robed woman recollected herself, saying lightly, "The Ancestor Master decrees that if Ji Linyuan can pass through the Heavenly Ladder, we will act according to the rules; as long as he hasn't rebelled from the sect, all punishment can be waived. If he cannot pass, he shall guard the Earth's Core Eye for three hundred years as a warning."

At this moment, both sides changed color, each worried in their way.

One side worried that Ji Linyuan might truly pass the Heavenly Ladder. According to palace regulations, immunity from punishment was secondary,

while the other naturally worried that Junior Brother Ji or Uncle Master Ji might fail, being cast into the Earth's Core Eye.

That place, even if a Heavenly Venerable went, their Dao would be continuously damaged.

For a Heavenly King, enduring even thirty years, let alone three hundred, would be difficult!

The crowd couldn't hold back anymore, starting to fly away from the scene, heading towards the distant sound of the bell.

Before long.

An endless flight of heavenly steps appeared before everyone's eyes.

Looking from afar, they could see a young man in a loose Daoist robe, tall and slender, stepping up the stairs.

Already, many faction strongmen had surrounded him.

"The Heavenly Ladder of Daoist career, hasn't been seen for decades."

"This was left by the Ancestor Master before enlightenment; everyone below the Eight Realms can ascend it, adjusting according to their realm; I wonder how many layers this one can pass."

"Hehe, this one has to pass at least nine layers, otherwise he gets thrown into the Earth's Core Eye."

"Oh? So it's this Junior Brother Ji—"

Someone carefully observed, seeing a young man restored to his peak moment, with a polite smile, yet seeming to look down on everything to the extreme, making one feel uncomfortable.

At this time.

The second bell rang.

On the steps, the young man had already walked past the second level.

With his hands in his sleeves, letting the infinite Sword Intent come at him, he squinted, seemingly lazy to take his hands out of the sleeves.

The vast Sword Intent transformed into a surging Yangtze River, with his robe fluttering violently, a faint tearing sound of cloth echoed through the sky and earth.

The man, like a pillar in the middle of a stream, simply walked casually, making the Sword Intent river bypass on both sides, without the slightest sway of his figure.

This scene, seemingly effortless, was incomparably glaring in the eyes of the strongmen from the God's side.

As the bell rang time after time.

The originally discussing martial artists about how many levels he could pass fell silent, their eyes blazing.

The strongmen from the God's faction grew increasingly somber,

Could it be that this same entrance fellow for mere decades truly could pass the Heavenly Ladder?

"If I remember correctly, a Heavenly King passing the Heavenly Ladder, their likelihood of advancing to True Saint in the future... is forty percent?"

"A hundred years ago, Ancestor Master advanced to True Saint, this probability has already risen to fifty percent."

Someone whispered.

Finally, until the ninth bell.

Everyone held their breath and looked.

On the Heavenly Ladder, the Sword Intent had reached its peak, pressing the young man's knees to slightly bend, creaking within his body.

Witnessing this scene, someone finally slightly relaxed.

Just as everyone thought, this one might be impeded at this layer, barely able to walk.

The man, who would not allow himself to kneel or bow, and who never knew what bowing meant, appeared fierce, gradually standing upright.