The Yuan Shi Tianzun and Tongtian Emperor began to settle old scores.
This statement that the qiankun scale belongs to Ruan Ling, whose accompanying spiritual treasure can be considered a treasure of the Xuanjiao?
He said that the Dao Xing Tianzun obtained the Hunyuan Golden Bowl from the hands of the nine-tailed fox, and it has nothing to do with your Jie sect. If you want to reckon with cause and effect, go find that nine-tailed fox!
The two sages were sparring with their words, and the tension was becoming increasingly intense. The focus of their dispute was centered around the Hunyuan Golden Bowl and the elusive Hongmeng Ziqi.
The remaining few sages were happily eating melons.
Yuan Shi and Tongtian both knew that there was no Hongmeng Ziqi at all in the Hunyuan Golden Bowl, and the other sages knew it as well. Nevertheless, they argued fiercely, and this time even the Taiqing Saint did not intervene to stop them but silently watched from the side.
The focus of their argument appears to be the Hunyuan Golden Bowl, but in reality, it involves a core issue. Yuan Shi Tianzun and Tongtian Emperor are using this opportunity to test the attitudes of the other sages.
The fall of Yang Mei would inevitably create an additional position of Sainthood in the Hongwu world. So the question arises, who should this position be given to?
Outsiders, such as Zhenyuanzi and Kunpeng, who would be eliminated first, are not even within the realm of consideration.
Hao Tian and Yaochi? They are already the supreme beings of the three realms. Can they still become saints? Will Daozu agree? This is a question mark.
The sages would undoubtedly favor their own disciples. Xuan Du, Nanji, Guang Chengzi, Duobao, Jinling, Yishi, Maitreya, and including Deng Chan Yu, all the personal disciples are on the list.
Tongtian Emperor casually said, "Let the disciples take the stage, compete for a while, and decide who will obtain the Hunyuan Golden Bowl."
There is no distinction between heavyweights and lightweights here. The personal disciples, regardless of their cultivation level, can all participate. In other words, the match-up includes the almost-saints, great immortals, and golden immortals all at the same time. The outcome is obvious.
Yuan Shi Tianzun utterly refused.
In his view, Tongtian's disciples do not practice righteousness, disrespect the hierarchy, but a few disciples are indeed quite skilled, such as Duobao Dao Ren!
As Tongtian's eldest disciple, Duobao Dao Ren joined the doorstep of Tongtian at the earliest time. At that time, the three clear skies had not yet separated their families, and Duobao had already become Tongtian's disciple.
Duobao's blessing, root, talent, and destiny are all of the highest order, and even Yuan Shi Tianzun acknowledges this. If the disciples were to fight without restrictions on their cultivation levels, it is likely that Duobao would be the one to emerge victorious in the end.
Yuan Shi Tianzun coldly laughed, "We follow the will of heaven, pursue the Dao, and aim for immortality. How can we engage in such animalistic struggles?"
Tongtian relied on his disciples' combat abilities, while Yuan Shi Tianzun avoided direct confrontation and discussed virtues in his speech.
What exactly this "virtue" is, that's hard to say.
The final dispute between the two sages resulted in no resolution.
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In the past, Hao Tian asked for help from the Zihao Palace, hoping to draw disciples from the three teachings to assist him in managing the heavenly court. Hongjun had already spoken, but the sages still used the "drag" word, only giving three or two disciples to do favors, dragging on for countless aeons. There was no other choice but to issue the Sheng God Decree from Zihao Palace.
The sages' sense of time is not like ours; they always drag things out, doing things until there's no more room to drag them.
The same is true now. As long as the aforementioned Sainthood position hasn't appeared, we just have to wait. We can discuss it when the true figure appears in the world.
The issue of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl's ownership was also temporarily set aside, as Tongtian Emperor was somewhat concerned about his reputation. Zhao Gongming's attempt to seize the qiankun scale was a fact, and they even killed Ruan Ling for it. You can take things from others, and naturally, others can take things from you. Moreover, Dao Xing Tianzun did not directly steal the Hunyuan Golden Bowl from Yunxiao's hand nor commit murder for treasure. Therefore, Tongtian cannot be too harsh
In the depths of the blood sea.
The Yellow River Old Lord sat cross-legged within a temple surrounded by blood-colored vines.
In the vast ancient world, numerous misfortune beasts, monsters, and calamities were sucked by the blood river array. Such as Dan Zhu's envy, Xiang's savage temper, Yu Yu's resentment, Kang Hui's anger, even included the debauchery of the nine-tailed fox spirit. All negative emotions are gathered together and delivered into the temple. In the end, a material different from heavenly spiritual essence was formed.
The blood-colored vines continuously deliver their power into the temple. Some vines outside the temple quickly retreat. The signboard of the temple shows a filled with malevolence "demonic" character.
The elder disciple Boqin, who is rumored to have betrayed the Yellow River, stands respectfully to the side.
It is not excessive to label Boqin as having a "deep-rooted malice." As the leader of the Asura Religion, he has now reached the peak of the Dao of the Great Immortals. However, due to the lack of resources in the blood sea, he dare not venture out, so he has yet to find his opportunity for enlightenment.
At this moment, he stood inside the temple. Although he had prepared himself mentally, the overwhelming negative energy gathered here still sent a shiver down his spine. There was a profound terror here that directly targeted the essence of one's soul. Even someone who practiced dark arts felt their nerves frayed.
He took out the nine-nine dispersal soul gourd of the Red Cloud: "Teacher, the things you wanted are ready."
As he took a deep breath, the Yellow River Master tightly closed his eyes. Although he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his shoulders, neck, and arms shook incessantly, as if something inside him was about to leave his body.
He could only tightly grip the law formula, suppressing all the discomfort within him. At this moment, he had no strength to speak, only nodding slightly. Boqin immediately opened the gourd, and a black shadow emerged from it.
The shadow was not humanoid, resembling a cluster of tiny particles that floated in the air and tried several times to reassemble, but each attempt was dispersed by some force. Finally, in despair, it could only attach itself to a dark statue inside the temple that had three heads and six arms, brimming with magical energy.
The Yellow River Master spoke to the statue in a peculiar rhythm, while the statue had no mouth and did not possess the true "spirit" of Hongwu. Nevertheless, it could communicate with the Yellow River Master as if it were alive.
This language Boqin couldn't understand at all. He tried to imitate it, but found that he couldn't speak it smoothly, let alone remember it. This language seemed to naturally carry "magic" power.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the temple of the demon ancestor Luo Hu, retrieved from the depths of the netherworld, gradually lost its original malevolence. All the blood-colored vines withered away, and the statue seemed to have exhausted its last bit of energy. Boqin opened the nine-nine dispersal soul gourd to try to recapture some of the demonic essence, but in the end, he received nothing.
The Yellow River Old Master stood up, and Boqin immediately bowed his head to show deference. The master and disciple stood apart by a span of ten paces, but Boqin felt the Yellow River Master's gaze fixed on him. Standing quietly in front of him, it was as if he were a beast staring at a delicacy.
He trembled with fear. After a stick of incense, when he looked up again, he found that the Yellow River Old Master had disappeared. Boqin let out a sigh of relief in secret. His teacher had been ill to begin with, and now it seemed his condition had worsened!
