Chapter 7

Tianpeng had just walked out of the Biyu Palace.

He took a deep breath and reached back to feel his drenched robe.

He held the imperial edict and glanced back at the Biyu Palace on the Purple芝Cliff, about to ride the auspicious cloud back to the Heavenly Court to report to the Jade Emperor and conclude this matter.

Suddenly, the Biyu Palace turned gloomy.

Dark clouds rolled down from the sky.

The wrath of the Sage was overwhelming, surging from all directions.

The murderous intent boiled!

Tianpeng was so frightened that he almost wet his pants.

He thought he must have done something wrong, and the Sage had noticed, now ready to settle accounts with him.

Just as he was about to beg for mercy, a sword cry echoed from the Biyu Palace!

Clang!

Tianpeng collapsed to the ground, paralyzed.

"Ruined... Zhu Lao is ruined..."

The sword light rose, piercing the clouds, and slashed towards the West.

Tianpeng watched, dumbfounded!

The Jade Emperor in the Lingxiao Hall was equally stunned.

...

In the Laojun Temple of the Doulv Heaven, the Bagua Furnace was slowly rotating, with the divine fire of the Six Ding gods flickering. The immortal elixir inside was slowly forming, emitting countless auspicious lights, golden lotuses rising from the ground, and flowers falling from the sky.

Two attendants carefully tended to the immortal elixir in the furnace.

Laojun sat on the mat, half-asleep.

Suddenly!

The Sage exclaimed.

"Master, what has happened?" the two attendants asked.

Laojun, with his eyes closed, said, "Nothing much, it's just that your Uncle Tongtian, who has been confined for a thousand years, has finally drawn his sword!"

The two attendants were greatly shocked, their lips trembling.

A thousand years ago, in the Myriad Immortals Array.

Riding the Qiu Ox, holding the Qingping Sword, with the Map of Mountains and Seas on his back, the figure of the Sage who stabilized the four directions reappeared in their minds.

"Uncle... Uncle... Uncle Tongtian has... drawn his sword?" the golden-robed attendant asked trembling.

"Confined in the Biyu Palace for a thousand years..."

"If your Uncle Tongtian doesn't draw his sword..."

"Probably no one in the three realms can rest easy!"

"Drawing the sword is good!" Laojun said with a smile.

For most people, the drawing of the sword by the leader of the截Teaching is a big trouble.

But for the Sages,

They fear that this leader of the截Teaching doesn't draw his sword!

If he doesn't draw his sword, everyone will worry, fear, and be on guard.

A Sage, and the first in killing among the disciples of the Dao Ancestor, confined in his Daoist temple, who wouldn't be afraid?

After all, he is the most favored and beloved disciple of the Dao Ancestor.

On the Treasure Cliff, he received the most treasures.

Before the Dao Ancestor merged with the Dao, he even passed the Primordial Treasure, the Hunyuan Dust-Whisk, which accompanied him through countless kalpas, to the leader of the截Teaching!

Other treasures like the Four-Slayer Sword Array and the Six-Soul Banner are countless.

So, for a thousand years, the leader of the截Teaching has been confined in the Biyu Palace.

Except for the owner of the Wuhuang Palace in the Taosu Heaven, the other four Sages were all on edge.

Now, he has drawn his sword.

No matter where this sword strikes, no matter who it strikes,

It means that the shoe that has been hanging is finally about to drop.

Since the leader of the截Teaching has drawn his sword,

The cause and effect will naturally manifest.

He has re-entered the chessboard of heaven and earth.

No longer unpredictable, no longer uncalculable.

This is like a gambler.

If he doesn't sit at the table, no one can win his money.

Once he sits at the table and places a bet, there will be wins and losses.

But...

"Hmm?" Laojun suddenly opened his eyes, full of shock.

In the perception of this Sage,

The sword that slashed from the Biyu Palace was directly aimed at the Western Paradise.

The illusion of the Twenty-Four Heavens rose.

"Amitabha!" the ancient Buddha praised, full of compassion: "Brother Dao, please show mercy!"

But in the Sage's perception, the sword did not avoid or show mercy, slashing through the Twenty-Four Heavens.

It completely disregarded the face of the ancient Buddha, and the faces of the two Sages of the West and the Sage of the Exposition Teaching.

The Buddha did not truly stop it.

The illusion of the Twenty-Four Heavens dissipated like bubbles.

The sword light slashed towards the Merit Pond in the depths of the Paradise.

A golden-bodied Bodhisattva lifted his head in terror.

"Master, spare my life!" he screamed, simultaneously summoning countless treasures from the Merit Pond to desperately resist the falling sword light.

But...

It was futile.

The sword light fell mercilessly.

With one slash, the relics shattered.

With another slash, the countless treasures in the Merit Pond shattered like bubbles.

The golden-bodied Bodhisattva melted like snow in the sun, revealing his true form.

It was a divine rabbit that had cultivated for a million years.

The former Golden Immortal of the截Teaching, Chang'er Dingleguang, now the Dingleguang Tathagata of the Western Teaching, and the future Dingleguang Buddha of Joy.

The divine rabbit let out a sob, and a wisp of blue smoke rose, turning to ashes in the sword light!

Truly: Pitiful, a million years of cultivation, all gone in a day!

"May it be well! May it be well!" the ancient Buddha sighed, lamenting the loss of this old friend.

But there was no trace of sorrow on his face, only a hint of satisfaction.

Because, since the leader of the截Teaching has drawn his sword to kill,

He has once again become a player on the chessboard of heaven and earth.

His next sword is no longer an unpredictable, untraceable heavenly sword.

So, this old friend truly died a worthy death.

It was not in vain for the care and friendship over a thousand years!

But the next moment, the ancient Buddha's smile froze.

Because...

The sword of the leader of the截Teaching...

Does not involve any cause and effect!

Under the Heavenly Dao, the existence of the leader of the截Teaching remains vague, detached from the world, not involving any cause and effect.

As if he did not kill the person.

The ancient Buddha was instantly chilled to the bone!

He quickly summoned the Twenty-Four Heavens, summoned countless treasures, and fled into the depths of the Paradise.

He was afraid...

That the leader of the截Teaching would not stop, and strike him with another sword!

Laojun withdrew his perception.

"Mercy! Mercy!" The usually serene Sage felt a chill down his spine, covered in goosebumps.

Killing without involving cause and effect, in the past, only the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords in the Blood Sea of the Netherworld could do this.

However, those who could be killed by the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords were all those whose fates were already exhausted!

They were those who, under the influence of cause and effect, were slain by the Yuan Tu and A Bi.

But just now, the sword drawn by Tongtian killed the former Golden Immortal of the截Teaching, Chang'er Dingleguang, now the Dingleguang Tathagata of the Western Teaching, and the future Dingleguang Buddha of Joy!

He had a future!

Which means his fate was not yet exhausted!

Yet he still turned to ashes under Tongtian's sword!

Laojun recalled the sword he perceived just now.

It was like a horse galloping through the sky, or a gazelle hanging its horns.

The sword light fell, and the person died, the light went out.

And there was no cause and effect!

The Sage could not help but sigh.

...

Kunlun Mountain, Qilin Cliff, Yuxu Palace.

Thirty thousand feet of auspicious clouds rolled down, ten thousand miles of mist extended to the palace.

Golden lotuses bloomed everywhere, auspicious lights surrounded the palace eaves.

It was the time when the Sage of the Exposition Teaching was lecturing!

One by one, the Golden Immortals sat respectfully on the mats, listening to the Sage's discourse on the Great Dao.

Flowers fell from the sky, and auspicious signs were numerous.

Suddenly...

The Four-Not-Like, who had been lying at the Sage's feet, opened its eyes.

The Sage also stopped his lecture.

"Mercy! Mercy!" the Sage of the Primordial Beginning sighed.

The eldest disciple Guangchengzi, sitting on the left, felt a twitch in his eyelid, knowing that something must have happened, and asked respectfully, "May I ask, Master, has something happened in the three realms?"

The Sage lowered his brows and said nothing, only to Guangchengzi, "Come closer!"

Guangchengzi respectfully approached the Sage's seat and bowed, saying, "Disciple listens to Master's teachings!"

The Sage of the Primordial Beginning reached out and grabbed a treasure.

This treasure was a banner, one foot and seven inches long, entirely black and yellow, flowing with the light of the Dao.

It was the supreme treasure of the Exposition Teaching: the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner.

In terms of defense, it was second only to Laojun's Heaven-Earth Black-Yellow Tower.

It was a primordial spiritual treasure bestowed by the Dao Ancestor!

The Sage of the Primordial Beginning handed this treasure to Guangchengzi and said, "Hold this banner and stay by my side!"

Guangchengzi was dumbfounded, not knowing what had happened that his Master would be so cautious, not only bestowing the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner but also keeping him by his side for protection!

Then he heard the Sage of the Primordial Beginning say, "Chang'er Dingleguang is gone!"

"The one who acted..."

"Your Uncle Tongtian!"

The Golden Immortals present exchanged glances.

The leader of the截Teaching has been confined in the Biyu Palace for a thousand years!

Now, he has finally drawn his sword?

One sword, and the traitor's head is taken?

Truly, Uncle Tongtian!

The leader of the截Teaching, who never lets a slight go unpunished!

But, Chang'er Dingleguang, although he betrayed his master and his sect,

Now, he has joined the Western Teaching, as the Dingleguang Tathagata, under the protection of the two Sages of the West.

Why was he killed by Uncle Tongtian?

As they pondered, they heard the Sage's warning, "You should not go out casually in the coming days. Stay in your caves, recite the Yellow Court, to avoid disaster. Do not fall into the mortal world and fall into the murderous intent of your Uncle Tongtian!"

The immortals were greatly alarmed and bowed, saying, "Disciples will follow the command!"

The Sage of the Primordial Beginning, seeing his frightened disciples, quickly reassured them, "You do not need to be too alarmed!"

"In the past, the Master of the Purple Dawn Palace personally left the Purple Dawn Palace to resolve the enmity between me, your Uncle Laojun, and your Uncle Tongtian..."

"Your Uncle Tongtian will still give the face of the Purple Dawn Palace!"

The immortals, hearing this, felt relieved.

Otherwise, who could calmly ponder the Great Dao?

...

In the stone chamber.

Xu Ji fell to the ground.

"I used too much force!" he sighed, holding the sword in his hand.

The sword had become incredibly light.

As if the sword had been cured of its long-standing ailment with that one slash.

The green lotus flowers engraved on the sword became vivid.

In the thin mist of the stone chamber, the various treasures emitted auspicious light, as if celebrating.

It was as if they were celebrating the death of someone they had hated for a long time, dancing on his grave.

Xu Ji looked, puzzled.

He staggered to his feet.

The initial panic had passed.

Just like when he killed the water snake in the dormitory years ago, his reason returned.

He needed to think about the aftermath.

"Will the observer have seen through my true strength with that one slash?" This was his greatest concern.

If so...

He sat back on the mat, looking at the treasures lying dormant in the mist.

He exhaled, "I must prepare for the worst!"

The story of the donkey in Qian taught him.

If you can't scare the enemy away at once, it's best not to continue provoking them.

Otherwise, once the enemy sees through your weakness, death will surely follow!

Fortunately, that one slash proved to him that he had not only inherited the old monster's body and treasures but also his power.

So, if it came to a fight, he still had a chance.

Of course, Xu Ji also understood.

Even if he had inherited the old monster's power, he was still an imposter.

He was like a child suddenly placed in the cockpit of a fighter jet.

Forget fighting the enemy, he probably wouldn't even know how to fly!

One wrong move, and it would be a crash and death!

So...

"I must be cautious..."

"Learn and adapt slowly..."

"Absolutely no more reckless actions like just now!"

The instruments in the cockpit of a fighter jet are countless, and a child pressing buttons randomly would be disastrous.

He was no different!

With this in mind, Xu Ji stood up, gathered his courage, and, holding the sword, walked into the depths of the mist.

He needed to find clues and information about the old monster as soon as possible.

Ideally, he would find the old monster's cultivation techniques or secret arts!

Just like a child in the cockpit of a fighter jet, to survive, he needed to find the pilot's manual.