Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 302 - 80: The Fall of the Divine Spirit

As a senior priest of many years, he was acutely aware that only by defining the mysterious figure as an evil demon, and exploiting the fear of the masses, could the collapse of their faith be averted.

Believers are inherently blind followers; they gravitate from the depths of their hearts towards the outcomes they hope for. Thus, after the senior priest had spoken, they quickly embraced the notion and sincerely felt the selflessness and greatness of the divine spirit.

Faith, at times, can indeed be a terrifying thing.

For the more rational individuals, they were able to make their own judgements through the scene that had just unfolded. The mysterious figure did not seem like the so-called evil demon; rather, it was the worshiped divine spirit whose actions were more akin to those of an evil heretic.

Once the seed of doubt is planted, it swiftly takes root and grows into a towering tree.

The senior priest knew this was inevitable. Through years of censorship, they had led everyone in the Kingdom of Nanzhao to believe that the divine spirit was the sole entity in the world. However, today a mysterious silhouette had shattered the image they had cultivated over many years, laying bare the reality before the eyes of the people.

At this juncture, the most urgent task was to quickly dispel the confusion in the hearts of the devout followers and rebuild their faith. As for those with ulterior motives, as long as he could capture the two desecrators of the god, it would be natural to deter them with bloodshed.

Now, the senior priest had reverted to his former self. His brain was swiftly processing, contemplating the strategies to deal with the future. He was confident in continuing to rule this land and to spread the glory of the great divine spirit across the earth.

However, at that moment, he saw the expressions of terror in everyone’s eyes, causing the self-assured smile hanging on the senior priest’s face to immediately vanish, and a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.

He slowly turned his head towards the Golden Palace where, amidst the brightly lit hall, a sudden loud crash echoed.

The senior priest ran into the Golden Palace like a madman, and there he saw a scene he would never be able to forget.

The majestic divine statue, crafted from pure gold, seemed to have suffered a terrible curse. An enigmatic black aura covered the statue’s face, causing the gilded surface to peel off piece by piece, falling from a height onto the ground with a tremendous roar.

At this moment, the senior priest truly despaired. He had never despaired, not when facing the overwhelming presence of the mysterious figure, not even when seeing the confused looks of the crowd; he had been continuously striving for change, disregarding his own bloody wounds, even at the cost of his own image.

But in this moment, his heart felt as though it had turned to ash. He understood what the scene before him signified: the fall of the divine spirit, the god he had served his entire life, the one he had devoted his life to, had fallen.

Just like that, silently and without warning, without a struggle, it had fallen—as though it were a bug accidentally crushed underfoot.

He stood there, disoriented, watching the golden divine statue continuously fall from above, and suddenly began to laugh hysterically.

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Approaching the crumbling statue, heedless of the shouts and attempts to stop him from the people around, he quietly walked forward, as if to welcome his own destiny.

When he reached the front of the statue, the senior priest turned his head, looked at the anxious crowd in the distance, and began to laugh uproariously, his laughter saturated with madness and despair. This was the god he had strived for all his life—now fallen. All his lifelong scheming, having never married or had children, now seemed in retrospect to be a joke.

So, accompanied by the Senior Priest’s maniacal laughter, the towering and majestic Divine Statue completely collapsed. Countless massive fragments fell from above, striking the Senior Priest squarely on the head, taking his life and announcing the fall of the Divine Spirit of the Kingdom of Nanzhao.

The people outside watched this terrifying scene with mixed emotions in their hearts. They suddenly did not know where their future should lead. Some fanatic believers, unable to withstand the shock, rushed into the collapsing Golden Palace, using their lives to accompany their faith in burial.

The Dragon Tiger Mountain of the Great Tang was the Main Altar of the Taoist Sect in Kyushu. After countless years of construction and development, a variety of Taoist Temples had been built in this mountain range, with numerous Taoists in Taoist Robes coming and going among the mountains.

At the very summit of the mountain, hidden in a dense, lush forest, was a small Taoist Temple.

Green bricks, grey tiles, Green Stone Slabs, yet the surroundings were immaculate. It was said that this Taoist Temple had once hosted the Elder Lord lecturing on the Dao, making it a sacred place acknowledged by the Taoist Sect of Kyushu.

And at this moment, within this sacred place of the Taoist Sect, two men dressed in different colors were sitting upright, facing an Old Taoist with crane hair and a youthful appearance.

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"When it comes to the Art of Curse, who in this world is versed in it as my Taoist Sect? The sources of all Art of Curse throughout the world were the ancient Divine Spirits, the Great Minister of Fate and the Lesser Minister of Fate, and their deaths are deeply connected to my Taoist Sect," said the Old Taoist lightly.

"This Divine Spirit of Nanzhao merely obtained a smattering of the Art of Curse from somewhere, but he didn’t know that such methods harm the harmony of the heavens. He used this technique as his regular means, unknowingly accumulating sufficient misfortune. That’s why my Art of Curse, once enacted, caused him to fall on the spot," the Old Taoist explained gently.

His eyes were constantly fixed on the blind man before him, the more he looked, the more he found him pleasing to the eye. He was simply a natural cultivation talent, it was a pity that he had been delayed by a small place like Nanzhao.

"Master Uncle, are you saying the Divine Spirit of Nanzhao has already fallen?" Yuan Tiangang asked incredulously.

The Old Taoist said with a smile, "Indeed, he has fallen. Haven’t I said it before? He has used the Art of Curse too many times, so much so that when my curse was applied to him, it triggered the accumulated karma of many years, causing him to fall instantly."

"Such a Divine Spirit fell so easily?" Yuan Tiangang exclaimed with emotion.

"Don’t look too highly upon these Divine Spirits; they are inherently failures. Because our Taoist Sect does not allow them to spread their faith, they can only hide in these small places beyond Kyushu, struggling to survive. Facing them is not too difficult."

"What do you think? Although you did not have the chance to be taken in by Mr. Lu, our Taoist Sect sees that your heart for cultivation is sincere, and your nature is excellent. We are willing to take you in for cultivation. Intervening on your behalf this time was to dissolve your karma, allowing you to concentrate on the Dao from now on and diligently uphold your practice," the Old Taoist spoke slowly.

The blind man knelt down slowly and kowtowed to the Old Taoist, saying, "Thank you, Master, for standing up for your disciple. From now on, your disciple will devote himself wholeheartedly to the Dao."

The Old Taoist said with a smile, "Very good, very good, free yourself from shackles, escape the cage, and witness the clarity of mind and nature, and you will surely get a glimpse of the Great Dao of the Heavenly Immortal. Our lineage of the Dragon Tiger Mountain will finally see a figure of the Celestial Immortal Dao."

Yuan Tiangang looked enviously at the blind man. He was an ideal candidate for the Celestial Immortal Dao, the Five Immortals, the most esteemed among the Heavenly Immortals, was not something to be spoken of lightly.

Therefore, he teased, "Who would have thought, in the blink of an eye, you’ve become my Junior Brother. Truly, fate makes fools of people!"