Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 973 - 353: Those Displaced and Wandering People (Part 3)
"Senior, what you mentioned earlier is—"
"Some adjustments in the realms."
The elder said nonchalantly,
"The initial five realms of the Heavenly Person were jointly established by us in those days, and they are not perfect. They can only be said to be 'suitable'."
"By the way, how is my Dao Lineage in the Federation?"
After learning from Ke Pingluan that their Dao Lineage was divided into two, with one named the Heavenly Sword, which even after his departure soon gave rise to a Heavenly King Master, the elder nodded slightly.
Upon hearing that this descendant later died in the struggle against the Four Demons on the Heavenly Road, the elder's expression didn't change much; he just remained calm and nodded.
Ke Pingluan quietly reported to this elder about the changes in the Federation over the millennia.
"Dead?" The elder turned his ear, "Who did you say was dead?"
Ke Pingluan hesitantly said, "It's Marshal He and Marshal Mu."
The elder sneered and said, "Those who most deserved to die didn't, but those who shouldn't have died, did."
Ke Pingluan smiled bitterly. He had tried his best to avoid mentioning a certain sage, as shown by the ancestors.
"I wonder what realm the senior is in now?" Ke Pingluan asked in a low voice.
The white-browed elder was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly:
"Ten thousand years of bitter cultivation, yet only a Heavenly Venerable, not even a ten-thousandth of those seven, unable to break through the barrier of the Dao Ancestor. In this sense, I'm just a waste, disappointing all my old friends."
Ke Pingluan took a deep breath, his emotions stirring. So, this elder is indeed a Heavenly Venerable!
Even among the Three Thousand Yanfu, surpassing the Heavenly King and stepping into the Eight Realms, the beginning of immortality, a Heavenly Venerable is absolutely supreme!
In the previous era, even the Upper Gods who overlooked the heaven and earth and ruled the Boundless Realm were at this rank.
Yet the elder seemed dissatisfied with this realm, which is better than some but not enough compared to others, far from being able to turn the tide.
"Among us old guys, some took the wrong path early on, and it was difficult to correct later. Either they reincarnated and retrained, or they remained forever before becoming a Heavenly Venerable, like me, just one or two out of ten."
"Back then, I was fortunate enough to be chosen by Marshal Mu as a 'seed,' but now, I'm still disappointing Marshal Mu."
The elder's eyes looked a bit dim.
Ke Pingluan adjusted his emotions and said solemnly, "Senior, that's enough! It's enough!"
According to the ancestors, finding a few Heavenly Venerables on this journey is sufficient.
To date, he had sought seven seniors, of whom only three were found, while the other four were either deceased or untraceable.
Those found so far have all stepped into becoming Heavenly Venerables, which already meets the ancestors' needs.
The elder neither approved nor disapproved of Ke Pingluan's "enough."
For back then, the lives they bore on their backs were more than just one, taking himself as an example; he bore at least the 'Heavenly Destiny' of four or five old friends.
Thus, how can one Heavenly Venerable be enough?
At least four or five should be achieved.
He led Ke Pingluan from the depths of the alleys to the outskirts of the city, climbed a mountain, and the two conversed as evening turned into the early morning of the next day.
At the mountain peak, embracing the sunrise, the elder suddenly asked Ke Pingluan:
"Do you know how dazzling He Donghuang was in our eyes back then?"
Ke Pingluan instinctively thought of Ji Jingqiu. Before he could reply, he saw the rising sun ahead, its grand radiance pouring out like an ocean, dispersing the darkness between heaven and earth.
He heard the elder's murmuring voice, which contained both reluctance and admiration:
"Rising sun in the east, grand and vast... How could such a fellow die?"
"Go, boy from the Ke family, the White Ape Lord Liu Huai, has already received orders from the four marshals."
...
On this day.
Qin Qingjue entered a temple.
Inside was an old monk in Zen meditation.
He slowly stood up, took the dust-covered iron staff that stood beside him, and turned to look at the uncorrupted Buddha of the heart standing for millennia.
The Buddha sang a note.
He smiled slightly.
A Vajra seed in the heart finally blossomed into a Twin White Lotus.
...
Glazed Glass Heaven.
In a majestic Tao Palace that stood on the peak of this realm thousands of years ago, sat a young man clad in a kasaya and wearing a Taoist crown, calmly drinking with various guests.
At some unspecified time.
The guests below looked up.
Suddenly surprised, they realized that the Glazed Glass Heavenly Venerate, who had risen from ten thousand years ago and reached the pinnacle of Heavenly Veneration in mere millennia, was now inexplicably staring blankly outside the hall, tears streaming down his face.
He wiped his tears with his hand, murmuring: "Leaving home for ten thousand years, how deep is the homesickness? A lake or a sea?"
Liu Li?
It's just wandering far from home.
...
Chongxiao Hall.
As an ancient secluded True Saint Dojo, not even the conflicts and divisions among the Three Thousand Yanfu have been engaged in for a long time, forming a circular environment with Saints Ancestors above and the multitude below.
Even the Taoist Qinglian, who traveled around with Ji Jingqiu, did not include this place in the plan.
One reason was that the gate was difficult to find, the other that there was no need to search.
But recently, this world, peaceful for countless millennia and nearly becoming a Pure Land, was agitated by a single person.
Numerous disciples, Heavenly Persons, Heavenly Kings, and even several Heavenly Venerables were either tense or silently watching from a distance the gate of the Tao Palace deep in the Holy Land.
A Taoist priestess was silently kneeling at the gate of the Saint's Tao Palace, knees lowered, body prostrated.
She knelt for the master's grace she could not repay in this life.
After a long time.
A distant, solitary sigh came from the depths of the Tao Palace:
"Foolish child, foolish child... Can I truly not keep you?"
The Taoist priestess just bowed her head.
...
A place forever paused in late spring, filled with thriving grass and flying swallows.
This is Huayang Heaven, one of the Three Thousand Realms, and within it, there is a lineage named Xinzhai Palace.
