Chapter 219: Chapter 168: Grandmaster Massacre, Laozi Transforms into Buddha (Part 2)

But it started to truly extinguish, once completely extinguished, it symbolizes… a fall!

They are falling from the position of Grandmaster!

“What the hell?” Zhang Fusheng was dumbfounded, the power of Pestilence is actually this formidable?

No way.

They cannot be allowed to fall!

They are all my grim skeletons!

The blood-colored skeletons grew anxious, more anxious than these Grandmasters. The great image behind them roared, vaguely, as if a flame-shrouded Divine Mountain appeared!

“Roar!!!”

The Strong Bull Demon crashed into the Divine Realms of one Grandmaster after another, tearing them open, ripping them apart, crushing them!

This was a spiritual level overpowering, if igniting the Spirit Furnace Fire, perhaps Zhang Fusheng would be helpless,

but facing a Grandmaster who hasn’t even ignited the Spirit Furnace Fire?

He almost killed them instantly.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Thirty-one Grandmasters plummeted down one by one from the Celestial Vault.

In the waiting area, in the midst of dazed stares.

Moments later.

Thirty-one grim skeletons, with the Furnace Fire suspended behind their heads, strode toward the heavens.

They stood behind the blood-colored skeletons, and below them, thirty action teams, over three hundred Martial Arts Master level grim skeletons, and three thousand Twelve Refinements skeletons,

all stood quietly on the wasteland.

The wreckage of the Aerospace Ship burned quietly.

“I come by the will of the Plague God.”

The Plague Ghost turned around, staring coldly at the waiting area plunged into dead silence:

“I come to the mortal world, to take charge of the Sect.”

“If any followers exist, let them come to worship me.”

He disappeared into the Great Wilderness, with thousands of skeletons following behind him like a flood of bones.

………

“Your apprentice, quite impressive.”

Wooden cabin.

Yuan Feidao calmly spoke:

“In fact, there’s no need for any struggle anymore, now, only he remains… unless your other two apprentices wish to contend with him.”

As he spoke, he slowly placed a black piece on the board.

Hong Tianbao sat across the old man, picked up a white piece and placed it down:

“Then will you now pass on the legacy to my little apprentice?”

“No, still must wait until February 9th.”

Yuan Feidao examined the chessboard, thoughtfully considering the next move, absentmindedly answering:

“Have you always blamed me, for raising you as though you were mere insects, forcing hundreds of your senior brothers to slay each other?”

Hong Tianbao was silent for a moment, not replying, picked up a chess piece, and placed it down.

Without raising his head, he said:

“I do have this resentment, and it’s quite deep.”

“It’s a helpless method.” Yuan Feidao calmly said, “As I mentioned before, for the lineage of Ling Mountain to rise again, ruthlessness is required.”

“Ruthless to others, ruthless to oneself.”

Hong Tianbao squinted his eyes and asked:

“Master, when you first started this struggle, Ling Mountain had not declined yet…”

Before he could finish, Yuan Feidao interrupted:

“There were already signs then.”

Hong Tianbao asked again:

“And now what do you actually want to do? I heard some rumors spreading among various sects about the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron recently.”

“Yes, that’s me.”

Yuan Feidao straightforwardly admitted, seriously saying:

“Originally, my plan was simple: next year’s February 9th, ascend to Godhood in one morning, ensuring Ling Mountain flourishes again.”

“Originally?” Hong Tianbao retorted, “And now?”

The old man laughed wearily, meaningfully saying:

“I’m tired.”

“And moreover…”

He raised his eyes, calmly and quietly staring at the chubby old man, speaking serenely:

“Moreover, I discerned a truth.”

“What?”

“In a Different Dimension, belonging to the Ling Mountain lineage, the Celestial Position that never could be occupied for countless ages, has wavered.”

Hong Tianbao’s face showed a perplexed look, apparently not understanding his master’s words, he placed a chess piece, then cautiously asked:

“What kind of Celestial Position?”

Yuan Feidao placed a chess piece too, somberly stating:

“Tathagata.”

“The real Tathagata Celestial Position — the present Buddha.”

Hong Tianbao widened his eyes, his breath suddenly hastened:

“Are you aiming for the Tathagata Celestial Position?”

“No, I am not worthy.”

The old man’s face showed a trace of fervor:

“A month ago, I discovered that the Celestial Position, which the old Pope said nobody could ever occupy, has started to loosen.”

“Today — just earlier this morning, that Celestial Position has completely unlocked its seal!”

Yuan Feidao breathed rapidly, regardless of whether Hong Tianbao could comprehend, he just continued speaking to himself:

“I immediately attempted a grand sacrifice, trying to communicate with that elusive Tathagata Celestial Position, I wanted to know, what kind of deity could be enthroned!”

“I calculated the Cause and Effect, I employed Supreme Treasures!”

In the urgent speech, Hong Tianbao saw the old man’s eyes beginning to bleed, a clear indication that these actions resulted in an unimaginable great injury!

Yuan Feidao closed his eyes, speaking in a near-somnambulant tone:

“But I only received four words.”

Hong Tianbao instinctively asked:

“What?”

Yuan Feidao’s face showed confusion, a look of incomprehension, letting the blood tears flow, only murmuring:

“Laozi… Transformed Buddha.”

“A strangely named person, called Laozi, has the qualification to sit on the Tathagata Celestial Position, he emerged today.”

Hong Tianbao was visibly shaken.

“Laozi…”

He chewed on this strange name as if it were a curse, and with courage, asked in a deep voice:

“Then what about my apprentices?”

“Rest assured.”

Yuan Feidao spoke lowly:

“I will not harm them, on February 9th, there will be a tribulation, passing through it, the Ling Mountain lineage will rise.”

Hong Tianbao retorted:

“And if they cannot pass through?”

Yuan Feidao merely sighed gently:

“Then dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil…”

He suddenly opened his eyes and turned his gaze.

Hong Tianbao seemed to sense something as well, suddenly turning his gaze.

’Knock knock knock’

The door was knocked.

Yuan Feidao’s brows raised, wiping the blood tears, he gently knocked his knuckles on the table.

’Knock!’

The door swung open, and another elderly figure stood outside.

The elderly figure looked very ephemeral, clearly just a projection, a reflection.

“It’s you?”

Yuan Feidao looked at this True Man who had recently sought answers from the heavens, neither surprised nor afraid,

he spoke calmly:

“What brings you to visit, sir?”

The projection walked into the room, stroked its hand, and a token fell onto the chessboard, shattering the crisscrossed game into pieces.

The True Man serenely said:

“Yuan Feidao.”

“Above High Heaven, grants you a name.”

“You may seek an audience with the Celestial Venerate.”

The solemn and august voice echoed in the room, Yuan Feidao’s expression grew profound:

“Celestial Venerate…”

The projection vanished, and the shaken-hearted Hong Tianbao silently bid farewell and left.

Yuan Feidao quietly caressed the High Heaven Token, turning it over, experiencing the hints of Immortal Tao Rhyme it exuded.

“Is the Celestial Venerate stronger, or is the Tathagata stronger?”

He’d heard of the High Heaven Association’s actions.

The concept of Heaven-Interchangeable Tao was too bizarre; even deities couldn’t accomplish it!

That Celestial Venerate, what kind of existence is it?

How will the audience be conducted?

In contemplation.

The token in hand suddenly trembled, as a sound like a grand bell echoed in Yuan Feidao’s ears.

“High Heaven has opened, come to the Taoist Palace.”

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