Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 974 - 353: Those Displaced and Wandering People (Part 4)
Behind the Ancestor Master Hall on the mountain peak, there is a middle-aged Taoist self-titled "Xinzhai Hermit," residing here year-round, guiding his disciples.
In the eyes of the surrounding world's powers, this Palace Master is quite mysterious. Although he has already achieved the status of Heavenly Venerable, he remains unassuming, occasionally opening his gate to transmit the Tao to various realms.
Today, this "old" Palace Master, whose age outsiders can only guess at, summoned a few of his personally taught disciples.
"Master, everything is arranged." The eldest disciple, Cang You, said in a deep voice, appearing older than he was, having reached Heavenly King Masterhood nearly two thousand years ago. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"Hmm."
The middle-aged man in the Daoist Robe, with a calm expression, stood in front of a mountain wall, where a line of characters was inscribed.
He turned around, looked at the few personally taught disciples kneeling before him, and said softly:
"From today on, Cang You will succeed as Acting Palace Master of Xinzhai Palace. Once I leave, you must support each other. If difficulties arise in the future, you can seek assistance from the Yanhuang Federation; considering the favor owed to me, they will certainly help."
The youngest female disciple raised her hand, eyes glistening with tears, and said: "Master, can't you not leave?"
Gao Xiu smiled and said, "Returning to my homeland in glory is a good thing, why the tears?"
Cang You took a deep breath, suppressing his slightly trembling body, and bowed: "As Acting Palace Master, I will wait here for your return."
Gao Xiu nodded with a smile: "If you are willing to wait, then wait. In life, a person must have something to look forward to, otherwise, living becomes too tiring and difficult, leading to a desire for death."
Cang You's lips moved, seemingly wanting to ask what his Master's hopes had been over the years. Could it be just returning to his homeland?
But in the end, he was unable to ask.
Gao Xiu gently brushed his hand over the characters inscribed on the wall from ten thousand years ago:
From now on, dust and smoke will quietly scatter; the green hills remain, resembling a smoky ink painting.
Ten thousand years hence, spring remains unchanged, are you all still well?
...
A place in the Netherworld.
Lost in a daze for ten thousand years, neither human nor ghost, a "corpse" that tortured itself beyond recognition.
A man with a trance-like expression stood up from this corpse, his hair disheveled like a ghost, incessantly mumbling to himself:
"Who am I..."
"Who am I..."
"Who am I?"
In the countless self-posed questions, his appearance constantly changed, finally settling in his prime.
In an instant.
Clarity emerged in his once-bewildered eyes, shining brightly as if a Great Sun illuminated the Netherworld.
He declared, "I am Gun Absolute Qi Xuantian!" and laughed heartily, his back bowed majestically like a Divine Mountain.
He glanced down at his decayed body, smiling freely.
This body burdens me, hence I'll abandon it and roam freely alone!
On this day.
In the Three Thousand Yanfutu, Dao ripples arose spontaneously without wind, the form of the Dao reaching far and wide, announcing to all spiritual beings—
In this place, someone has proved themselves as Heavenly Venerable!
...
Heaven and Earth Mystic Sect.
In the abode of a Saint, a decree suddenly came down, ordering [Heavenly Venerate Fanzhou] to cut his Daoist career and lower his status below Heavenly King, preparing for the upcoming great battle…
But mysteriously, this great figure of the dojo, who attained Heavenly Venerable status seven thousand years ago, disappeared without a trace, even True Saint Xuan Chongyang could not pinpoint his whereabouts.
...
To a Heavenly King, a complete Inner Heaven and Earth must surely be gathered with sun and moon.
In the Three Thousand Yanfutu, many Plane Worlds have only projections of the sun and moon, though their essence is high, they cannot escape being mere projections.
Since they are projections, where is the Origin?
Naturally, it's the Great Universe.
In the depths of the Youyin Void, near the Burial Sea.
A figure leisurely strolled in a recently shattered Plane World, allowing various collapsing Dao forces to wash over him like waves, yet he remained unscathed.
His Taoist Body seemed to exist eternally, never to be destroyed.
If Ji Jingqiu were here, he might recognize this person.
The former sixth on the Ten Thousand Ancient Stele, known as Wushuang in the Divine Travel Realm, Yi Tianpeng.
He suddenly stopped before a vast starry sky.
Over the years, he often wandered at the edge of the Nether Sea, using the remnants of worlds on the brink of annihilation by the Nether Sea to temper his body.
Today was no different.
But...
"Did I remember wrong?"
Yi Tianpeng examined the world before him, doubting himself,
"No, I'm sure I marked it. This realm is supposed to perish around today."
A world he marked for imminent destruction showed no sign of collapse, instead appearing exceedingly stable.
As he fell into self-doubt.
The space and Group Stars in the world ahead began to tremble suddenly, like a picture being gently shaken, eventually revealing that it was a corner of a vast robe.
The sky full of Group Stars and the vast deep space transformed into a section of the battle robe.
Two men slowly walked out from the depths of the Void.
Following a step behind, a young man barely reaching the level of a Heavenly Person.
The handsome man leading wore a battle robe, stretched lazily, and yawned, his expression languid like the setting sun.
But in Yi Tianpeng's eyes, he was a splendid, blazing sun, occupying his entire vision!
The brilliance at this moment was indescribable, like the convergence of billions of suns, magnificent and grand, illuminating the ten directions and commanding all spirits to look up!
Glorious Great Sun, majestic fire virtue.
...
...
Yanhuang Federation.
Four Guardian Stars.
Four Directions God Temple.
A disciple from the Lan Family knelt before the temple, bewildered and pious, asking:
"Four Divine Lords, could it be that our Lan Family's inherited Divine Skills were indeed stolen from the [Heavenly Yang Palace] by an ancestor?"
Four figures stood upright at some point in front of the young man, at the center of the Divine Temple, but not for the young man to see.
Only Li Shoucheng lowered his head, calmly telling him:
"Wait until your ancestor returns, he will tell you personally."
