inspire-indiana Chapter 9, Six Large Futons, Three Years Have Passed
Chapter 9, Six Large Futons, Three Years Have Passed
Ancestor Yang Mei shook his head, gazing into the depths of endless chaos, and sighed softly:
"In the past, during the conflict between the demonic and the mortal realms, I perished once. I have already repaid the karmic debt with the primordial world."
"This world is ultimately not the path for me. I wish to travel to the Chaos Realm and seek the realm beyond the Great Dao."
Back then, when the conflict between the demonic and the righteous paths first began, he had no intention of getting involved.
Therefore, from the very beginning, Ancestor Yangmei went into seclusion and avoided getting involved in disputes.
Later, Demon Ancestor Rahu used the innate treasure, the God-Slaying Spear, to kill the Five Elements Ancestors, which completely ignited the conflict between the demonic and spiritual paths. Only then did Ancestor Hongjun form alliances and invite Yin Yang, Qian Kun, and Yang Mei to come and help.
Afterwards, the four patriarchs joined forces, while the Demon Ancestor Rahu established the "Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation" on Mount Sumeru in the west, which was "unbreakable by any but the Four Saints".
Finally, the other three patriarchs were exhausted and died, while Hongjun, at the critical moment, used his three corpses and his original body to make up the four elements, successfully breaking the formation and defeating Hongjun.
Ancestor Yangmei paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "As for the shortcomings of the spatial laws, fellow Daoist, there is no need to worry."
"The primordial world is blessed with natural beauty and talent, and naturally, outstanding talents will emerge from among the new generation."
"Some time ago, my friend Lingxiao from the Sun Star established the Twelve Yuan Chen, completing the order of heaven and earth and perfecting the laws of time. His merits are immeasurable."
"In the future, there will surely be figures like him who will complete the laws of space, so that you and I will not have to put in much effort."
Clearly, Ancestor Yangmei has made up his mind to leave.
"Since my old friend has made up his mind, I will not try to stop you. I only wish that you can ascend to the pinnacle of the Great Dao in the chaos and attain the supreme true fruit." Upon hearing this, Ancestor Hongjun's expression relaxed slightly. After a moment of silence, he finally gave up and nodded slightly.
"Very well, this humble Taoist shall depart now. May we meet again someday." Ancestor Yangmei smiled and cupped his hands in greeting to Hongjun.
In an instant, his figure blurred, transforming into a streak of azure light that vanished into the endless chaotic currents, disappearing without a trace.
Only a lingering echo slowly dissipated in the chaos: "The primordial world remains unchanged, destiny flows on forever, Fellow Daoist Hongjun, we shall meet again."
Hongjun Laozu stood still, watching the blue light disappear into the distance, remaining silent for a long time.
He looked back at the vast, untamed land, his gaze sweeping over the Sun Star and the Moon Star, a hint of expectation flashing in his eyes.
The primordial world was flawed, and heaven and earth were incomplete. Although he had already conceived the idea of merging with the Dao to mend the heavens and stabilize the operation of the Dao, he still had no intention of doing so.
However, it is difficult to support the whole tree alone. It is necessary to find some helpers, and it would be best to cultivate some sages of the Heavenly Dao as pillars to support the order of the world.
This primordial world, having endured numerous calamities caused by ferocious beasts and dragons, has long been damaged and urgently needs to have its laws and principles restored to stabilize its foundation.
Hongjun slowly turned around, stepped into Zixiao Palace, and the palace gates closed silently.
But another thought flashed through my mind:
I only hope that this first sermon at Zixiao Palace three thousand years later will have more people like Lingxiao who are destined to mend the deficiencies of heaven and earth.
To bring more peace to this land that has endured so many calamities, and to share some of the burden for ourselves.
……
For many powerful individuals who wished to go and hear the teachings, passing through the membrane of heaven and earth was actually only the first layer of screening.
Chaos is boundless and limitless, without distinction of up or down, four directions, or past or present. It not only obscures one's aura and isolates one's divine sense, but also makes it difficult for those who venture into it to discern directions, and they can easily get lost within it.
In addition, there are crises such as chaotic storms, spacetime turbulence, chaotic gales, and the resentment of demons and gods.
Let alone just the Great Luo Golden Immortals, if they are truly unlucky, apart from the Saints, all other innate deities who venture into the Chaos risk perishing!
"Whoosh!"
A streak of crimson-gold light, carrying a large bell, weaved through the chaotic air currents. It was Lingxiao and the Jade Rabbit sisters, who were heading to the Chaos Palace to listen to a lecture.
"Brother Lingxiao, three thousand years have almost passed, why haven't we seen Zixiao Palace yet? Are we destined to be apart from it?" Changxi pouted, curled up in Lingxiao's arms, her little face showing some disappointment.
They have been wandering in the chaos for more than 2,700 years, and there are not even 300 years left before the 3,000-year deadline set by the Ancestor Hongjun.
"What is destined to be yours will be yours, and what is not, you cannot force." Xihe sighed softly, a hint of anxiety hidden in her eyes.
"Don't worry, it'll be over soon, it'll be over soon."
Ling Xiao embraced the two women's soft waists, their virgin fragrance filling his senses, while he kept his eyes closed, following the faint, indistinct guidance as he continued on his journey.
To find the Purple Cloud Palace in the boundless chaos, unless one knows its specific spatial coordinates, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal or a Primordial Golden Immortal can only rely on luck or search for a needle in a haystack.
However, after the conflict between the demonic and magical realms, Hongjun Laozu retreated into the chaos. Who in the primordial world had ever been to Zixiao Palace? Let alone remembered its approximate location and spatial coordinates!
Not everyone possesses the great supernatural powers of Ancestor Yangmei.
Compared to them, Ling Xiao was undoubtedly luckier.
One reason is that they possess great merit and good fortune, making things go more smoothly for them;
Secondly, he had met Hongjun Laozu, although not in his true form and he couldn't grasp the cause and effect, but it was still better than nothing.
Hold on tight!
In the blink of an eye, another forty-nine years passed. On this day, a chaotic spacetime turbulence appeared ahead, powerful enough to tear apart a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Anyone else would have fled in terror long ago.
Ling Xiao, however, did not follow the usual path. He embraced the two beauties tightly, and the Chaos Bell, a supreme innate treasure, shone with boundless light above his head. He also suppressed the power of suppressing space and plunged into it, drifting with the current.
Ling Xiao's actions were not without reason, but rather he sensed an extremely subtle causal guidance.
With the Chaos Bell protecting him, he was able to ignore the power of the chaotic spacetime turbulence, so he boldly unleashed his skills.
……
Three thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The Purple Cloud Palace stands amidst the chaos, remaining unmoved despite the chaotic air currents, chaotic winds, and the occasional turbulent currents of spacetime that sweep in.
The palace gates were already wide open, revealing a completely different world inside. The ground was made of white jade, the lamps were made of star cores, and forty-nine gilded pillars supported the palace. The pillars were engraved with the names of all the races that had been born since the beginning of time.
In the very center of the main hall, a golden lotus platform slowly spirals.
Beneath the lotus platform, six seemingly ordinary prayer cushions were neatly arranged.
The futons were not large, only six feet long, but if Ling Xiao were here, he would know that these six futons not only represented the opportunity to become a saint, but were also a set of top-notch treasures.
These six futons were made from Chaos Spiritual Cotton, Innate Dao Silk, and various kinds of pure Qi from heaven and earth. They were personally crafted by Ancestor Hongjun using the Jade Tablet of Creation. They were favored by the Heavenly Dao and thus defied the innate nature. Each one was a top-grade innate spiritual treasure and they all shared the same origin.
Those who sit on this meditation cushion can get closer to the Tao and hear the truth, and their enlightenment will increase dramatically. If it is regarded as a treasure to protect the Tao, it can also be used to capture and imprison people, and it is immune to all laws.
Besides these common effects, the six types of meditation cushions also have their own characteristics and distinctions.
One of them is the Wind and Fire Futon, where wind and fire intertwine, burning the soul and refining the spirit; when unleashed, it can envelop all things, imprison the Great Luo, and be difficult to break through by any magic.
Secondly, there is the Heaven and Earth Futon, which stabilizes heaven and earth, suppresses the universe, and imprisons all spirits; it can be used to create a Jade Void Barrier, which repels all evil.
The third is the Azure Lotus Futon, which protects the body from all magic; when summoned, it can imprison, refine, and devour, making it unparalleled in killing.
The fourth is the Creation Futon, which possesses boundless vitality, creates all things, and brings the dead back to life; it can confine, transform, and nourish all spirits.
The fifth is the Nirvana Meditation Cushion, which has the power of Nirvana, the bondage of reincarnation, and the return of all spirits to stillness; it can liberate, bind, and purify all karmic forces.
The sixth is the Pure Land meditation cushion, which has the light of Bodhi, can liberate all spirits, and restrain powerful enemies; it can gather, liberate, and purify all attachments.
The six prayer cushions were arranged in an orderly fashion, surrounded by purple mist and Daoist charm, echoing each other and connecting the mysteries of the Three Thousand Laws, which was truly extraordinary.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
"Purple Cloud Palace? Hahahaha, found it! This humble Taoist is indeed destined!"
"My good fortune is not insignificant either!"
"Here I am!"
The gates of Zixiao Palace have stood for nearly three thousand years, yet the palace remains utterly empty and desolate. Then, on this day three thousand years later, suddenly, all parties converged:
Or perhaps they relied on the protection of treasures to overcome the barriers of chaos;
Or perhaps they encountered a chaotic storm and miraculously survived, only to find themselves swept away to a place not far from the Purple Cloud Palace after they broke free;
Or perhaps, while traveling through chaos, one accidentally triggers a restriction left by a great demon god, and as a result, is directly teleported to the gates of Zixiao Palace...
In short, the Zixiao Palace, which had been deserted for countless years, became lively on this day.
The group of powerful beings swept their gazes across the prayer cushions in the hall. Even though they were unaware of the hidden opportunities for sainthood within them, they understood that having a seat or not during a sermon would certainly make a difference.
Everyone has thought of this.
However, it was Yuan Shi who reacted first.
"Walk!"
He urged them on, and Laozi and Tongtian snapped out of their daze. The three brothers transformed into the Qi of Taiqing, the Qi of Yuqing, and the Qi of Shangqing, complementing each other and unleashing their divine power, "Golden Light Across the Earth," instantly occupying the first three prayer mats.