Chapter 274 The Emperor is Coming
All these changes were extremely secretive. Apart from a few beings of the same level, even Lord Haotian and Queen Mother Yaochi did not notice that there was a deadly demon snake in the destiny of the Heavenly Court.

Goddess Nuwa smiled sweetly in Taisu Heaven, thought for a moment, then clapped her white hand at the void in front of her, and a breath of good fortune was released, blocking all the secrets of heaven. She had no intention of reminding the two rulers of heaven at all.

Not to mention that she and Hengming were originally in the same group. Just talking about her identity as the Queen Nuwa, she was the only remaining Demon King, and the demon prince was also in her hands. As a result, the position of the new generation of Heavenly Emperor was taken away by others, and the demon clan didn't even occupy one of the Six Imperial Lords. It is impossible to say that she didn't feel angry.

Naturally, Nuwa would not vent her anger on Hengming. After all, it was a matter of expediency. The other five saints would not agree to let them hold the throne of the Emperor of Heaven. There was nothing she could do about Hengming giving up, so she simply inserted Emperor Ziwei into the mix.

But this anger always needs to be vented, and these two people naturally became cannon fodder and tools for venting anger.

It is even less likely that the Three Pure Ones would remind these two people. Although there have been many conflicts among the three of them, the reputation of the Three Pure Ones must be maintained.

Even if they did not help Yuanshi Tianzun when he was insulted, they could just stand by and watch.

But the two saints of the West did have some ideas.

Mount Sumeru, the Eight Treasures Pond of Merit.

Bodhisattvas and celestial beings in the sky chanted the Buddha's name with a compassionate aura that soared into the sky, cleansing countless evil spirits. Above the sky, countless stars poured down like waterfalls, and spiritual water emerged from the ground like fountains, illuminating the area within a million miles of Mount Sumeru, which was as joyful and free as the paradise.

The starlight nourishes the earth, the earth gives birth to spiritual veins, the spiritual veins give rise to earth veins, and the earth veins replenish the earth, forming a perfect cycle that constantly pulls the state of the West upward.

If the original West was like a dying patient, then at this moment he has become like a person who has just recovered from a serious illness. Although he is still haggard, he is much better than before.

And they also have some methods that can be used.

They didn't use these methods originally because the West at that time was too fragile. Giving a tonic medicine to a terminally ill patient would only harm his last breath and would not have any effect at all.

But if given to a person who has just recovered from a serious illness, these tonic medicines can come in handy and restore his condition to a better level.

Seeing that the entire West was getting better bit by bit, the Buddha Cundi was delighted. When he was about to speak, he saw the black devil snake in the heaven's destiny, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his heart.

"This seems to be a demonic method? Even if Senior Brother Hengming wanted to punish Haotian, how could he use such a method? It is really not pretty."

Zhunti Buddha frowned.

But the devil's way is also the great way, and the devil's methods are also extremely popular in the prehistoric world.

The magic path is the most treacherous. Although the speed of advancement in the beginning of practicing magic techniques is extremely fast, in the later stages, it gradually lags behind the immortal techniques, and the problem of unstable foundation emerges. It can be said that there is sweetness first and bitterness later.

However, countless dangerous magic secrets are still loved by many cultivators in the prehistoric world. After all, although these secrets are cruel, they are powerful, effective quickly, and difficult to guard against, so they are naturally sought after by everyone.

Even those cultivators who are unwilling to practice the secret magic techniques will know a thing or two about it. The only reason is that they must at least have some idea about it so that they can be prepared in the future.

Even within Buddhism, there are some Buddhist methods that were converted using the secret techniques of magic. For example, the Lion's Roar among the Thirty-Six Unique Skills, its original version is the Sky Demon's Roar among the secret techniques of magic.

Therefore, those who practice the secret techniques of the devil are not considered to be people of the devil. Only those who practice the magic techniques and achieve success in their practice can be called people of the devil.

Even the Buddhist sects, which hate the devil the most, are like this, not to mention other sects.

The Buddha Cundi also knew all of this, but he still said this, which was obviously meaningful.

Hearing the music and understanding its elegant meaning, the eyes of the Taoist Jie Yin flashed, and he immediately understood what the Buddha Cundi was saying.

The Taoist Jie Yin said calmly, "Brother, this is absolutely not allowed."

The Buddha Cundi was not surprised that the Taoist Jie Yin knew his other meaning. His senior brother was clumsy on the outside but wise on the inside. If they really compared wisdom, he was still not as good as Jie Yin. He could only surpass Jie Yin in eloquence.

He was not upset, but asked, "Why is that? After all, Lord Haotian is the Heavenly Emperor appointed by Master. He is different from the Eastern King and the Western Queen Mother. After all, Haotian was once Master's boy, so there must be some affection between them."

"So Brother Hengming will never harm his life no matter what. At most, he will let him reincarnate and cultivate again. If we help him, wouldn't that be a favor? After all, the Heavenly Court is the orthodox of the prehistoric world. With the help of the Heavenly Court, why worry that Buddhism and Taoism cannot be spread throughout the prehistoric world?"

Taoist Jie Yin sighed, "You only want to do Hao Tian a favor, but don't you know that we already owed Brother Heng Ming a cause and effect? ​​You are so openly opposing Brother Heng Ming, aren't you afraid that Brother Heng Ming will trip you up behind your back? If that's the case, it would be a huge loss just for Hao Tian."

Zhunti Buddha was puzzled and asked, "We only owed Elder Yangmei for saving our lives. When did we owe Brother Hengming for saving our lives?"

The Taoist master pointed to the sky above his head. Even though it was still daytime, there was still an endless stream of starlight pouring down, nourishing the devastated land. It was like billions of endless jade springs pouring down, appearing extremely magical.

"Although it is the duty of the Infinite Starry Sky to send down starlight, the Lord of the Stars has the final say on how much to send down. Senior Brother Hengming gave us a favor, but now we are openly slapping him in the face. Isn't this too much?"

The meaning of the Taoist Jie Yin was very clear, that is, he did not agree to help Hao Tian right now.

As the saying goes, helping someone in need is always remembered, and adding icing on the cake is always a good idea. Who knows, he never said that he would not save Haotian, but he said, "It's not good to slap Hengming in the face now", which obviously means that he will have a chance to save him in the future.

When he saw the billions of starlight falling like jade springs, Buddha Cundi lost all his strength.

Yes, if Hengming is really unhappy, the starlight will be cut off the next moment they make a move, or even never fall again.

Heng Ming even dared to seal Hou Tu Niangniang directly into the land of no way. Is he afraid of cutting off the starlight in the west? It is simply impossible.

Zhunti Buddha said helplessly: "If that's the case, then let's just forget about it. We'll think of a way later. But we have two of the Five Emperors' Masters, so who should we send?"

The Taoist Jie Yin didn't care much about this and said calmly, "Junior brother, you can make your own decision."

Zhunti Buddha nodded, but he made up his mind to let Maitreya and Medicine Master go. After all, no matter how many bamboos there are, they are not as good as a giant tree. Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

The sound of Taoism in Yuxu Palace is murmuring, like an endless winding stream, tinkling in the void, and from time to time it brings some vitality, and the fresh air is released. Leaving Yuxu Palace, I came to Kunlun Mountain, and I don’t know how many spiritual flowers and herbs were blossomed, making Kunlun Mountain look even more sacred and majestic.

There were also ethereal strange fragrances and golden flowers scattered all over the ground. In this boundless and mysterious aura, Yuanshi Tianzun sat high on a platform, and below him, dozens of figures sat cross-legged, quietly listening to Tianzun's teachings. They had been doing this for nearly ten thousand years.

One day, when many disciples of the Chan school were listening to the Dharma, they suddenly saw the face of the Heavenly Venerable change, and then a trace of anger appeared on his face. His pair of holy eyes stared in the direction of the Heaven, and a bit of saintly majesty involuntarily emanated from his body. He immediately pressed them to the ground, unable to move.

Among all the people present, only Randeng had the highest cultivation and status. When he saw the saint was angry, before he could figure out why, he immediately lit a palace lantern. A bean-sized green flame burned quietly, and a feeling of silence and tranquility like being in the mother's womb emerged, which immediately calmed the minds of many disciples.

Yuanshi Tianzun didn't care much about all this, and suddenly a surge of anger appeared in his heart.

"Well, well, well! How dare you insult me ​​like this? Your greed is insatiable, and you will never be able to get enough of it! Since that's the case, I won't give you any face!"

Seeing that Yuanshi Tianzun's aura was becoming more and more vigorous, Randeng also felt that he could not hold on any longer, so he had to mobilize his magic power and said loudly: "Master, please collect your magic power and disperse your heavenly power, otherwise I am afraid we can't hold on any longer!"

Yuanshi Tianzun was brought back to his senses by Randeng's words. Seeing that many of his disciples had turned pale, he suppressed his anger. However, there was no expression on his majestic face. The sound of Tao that had lingered in Yuxu Palace for nearly a million years suddenly stopped, and was replaced by a faint cold air that continued to spread.

Ran Deng gritted his teeth and asked, "May I ask the leader, what happened that made you so angry?"

Yuanshi Tianzun did not answer Randeng's question, but asked coldly, "Where is the Southern Pole Immortal?"

An old man with white hair and beard, a full forehead, and a gentle smile stepped forward and said respectfully: "Disciple is here."

Yuanshi Tianzun took out a talisman from his sleeve and threw it at the Nan Ji Xian Weng. Then a bright fairy light floated down, and before the Nan Ji Xian Weng could resist, an almighty force immediately pulled him into an unknown place.

The disciples could only vaguely see that in this unknown place, countless great truths were flowing.

Just one or two glances made them feel that their cultivation had improved. This showed how powerful the Immortal of the South Pole would be when he came out again.

Yuanshi Tianzun asked again: "Where is Guangchengzi?"

A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Bagua Xia robe and holding a small black bell in his hand stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Guangchengzi is here. I wonder what instructions the master has for you?"

Yuanshi Tianzun said calmly: "The human race is about to select the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. I will decide who will be the teacher of the Human Emperor. After much thought, you are my disciple of the Chan Sect, so you will go. The Human Emperor follows Kaiyuan's order and is responsible for killing. If you are unable to do so, you can ask your junior brother and the deputy leader for help. Remember, you can only succeed, not fail."

At the end, Yuanshi Tianzun released a trace of momentum, which immediately made Guangchengzi nervous, but he still said calmly: "Disciple obeys your command, and will not let Master down."

After hearing this, Randeng felt a flash of jealousy.

In terms of cultivation, he is the great Hunyuan; in terms of qualifications, he is the deputy leader of the Chan sect; in terms of affection, he and Yuanshi Tianzun have listened to the Tao together.

No matter from which perspective, he is the most suitable person to be the teacher of the Human Emperor, but Yuanshi Tianzun gave it to Guangchengzi. How could he not have some thoughts in his mind?

"I am your junior fellow apprentice, but I joined the Chan Sect without caring about my dignity. I originally thought that I could listen to the great Dao every day, but all I heard was the Dao of Daluo and Taiyi, without touching on the content of Hunyuan. It would have been fine if it was like that. I originally wanted to find a backer, but when you distributed the magic treasures, no one was left out. Finally, when it came to my turn, you said that we were fellow apprentices, and I had many magic treasures, and I didn't have many that could surpass them, so you didn't give me any. Now you treat me like this, it's really embarrassing!"

But Yuanshi Tianzun was a saint, and how could a saint argue with him? Naturally, he had to swallow his anger.

At this time, the Lich and Wizard Calamity had just ended a hundred years ago. Although there was a little bit of evil energy in the prehistoric world, it soon disappeared under the suppression of the boundless pure and spiritual energy, and countless cultivators entered a peaceful period of cultivation.

During the nearly tens of millions of years of peace, apart from the growing size of the human race, there have been almost only some minor fights, and battles above the level of Daluo Jinxian have been very rare.

Obviously, after going through the baptism of several catastrophes, these powerful beings also realized the preciousness of life. A monk, as the name suggests, is a person who practices cultivation, not a person who fights.

Apart from the fact that the great god Lei Ze accidentally left a few large footprints when he was out, almost nothing major happened in the prehistoric world.

At this moment, two supreme gods came to the underworld.

Hengming and Nuwa stood beside the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Even though the two saints restrained their majesty, they still made the huge wheel tremble continuously, as if it would be flung away to an unknown distance in the next moment.

After looking for a long time, Heng Ming nodded and said, "Junior sister, now is an auspicious time. Junior brothers Zhenwu and Fuxi can be reincarnated."

Nuwa nodded and waved her hand, and two streams of air, one red and one blue, suddenly appeared.

A spirit with a human head and a dragon body was hovering in the red airflow. The spirit had its eyes slightly closed, but Zhou Shen's aura was vaguely similar to that of the goddess Nuwa. Although the spirit did not move, clear and melodious heavenly sounds could be heard in his ears, and he could vaguely see the spirit's style of playing the piano in the past.

It is the original spirit of Fuxi.

In the blue airflow was a huge soul with a turtle body and a snake tail. The soul's eyes were open and closed, looking at the surrounding scenery with curiosity. From time to time, it walked back and forth in the airflow. Wisps of water vapor flew out with the movement of the soul, moistening things silently and extremely concealed.

It is the Zhenwu Spirit.

The reason why there is such a big gap between the two is that Fuxi's body was shattered by Gonggong, and he had to fly back to Taisu Heaven. Although it was premeditated, he still suffered great trauma, so he naturally had to close his eyes and rest to reduce some unnecessary consumption.

However, Zhenwu liberated himself and had the support of Nuwa, so he was naturally unhindered and could even be resurrected directly. Naturally, the two cannot be compared.

Behind Hengming and Nuwa stood two great gods, a man and a woman, namely the Ancestor of the Styx and the Lord of Bixia.

Since the two saints were coming to the underworld in person, they naturally had to accompany them.

(End of this chapter)