nycdaug Chapter 209 The Styx Taoist Goes to the Western Paradise
Chapter 209 The Styx Taoist Goes to the Western Paradise
Western religion.
Maitreya and Ksitigarbha sit outside the palace every day, gazing at the sky with their faces turned upwards.
Every morning when the sun shines on the earth, I can breathe a sigh of relief.
"Great, another day has passed."
With neither master back, and no clue how far things have progressed, all we can do is rely on our own fate.
Ksitigarbha's heart was pounding even harder than when a huge hole broke in the earth's veins.
Maitreya touched his head, which was no longer bald, and counted on his fingers as he waited for the result, almost unable to sit still.
A sound came from outside the church.
He immediately sat up, overjoyed, and said:
"Has Master returned? Yang Jiao must be alright!"
Maitreya was so excited that he was about to go out to greet him.
"and many more!"
Ksitigarbha suddenly stood up with a solemn expression.
This aura...something's not right.
Based on his experience of sitting by the sea of blood for thousands of years, he could tell that there was a faint fishy smell in the air.
Just as Ksitigarbha was pondering, the sound of churning waves and roaring sounds suddenly came from outside.
The two exchanged a glance.
They sensed something was wrong in the other person's eyes.
They said in unison:
"Ancestor Styx!"
Yes!
The aura of this sea of blood, the cries of countless Asuras—only the Styx Ancestor within the sea of blood could possess such power.
A warning bell rang in Maitreya's mind, and he immediately flew to the large bell at the top of the pavilion and struck it three times.
"Disciples of the Western Sect, come out and meet the enemy at once!"
Upon hearing Maitreya's call, hundreds of disciples of the Western Sect stood in the hall, holding their ritual implements, watching the sect intently.
They've just formed ranks.
Suddenly, the door was slammed shut, a stream of blood splashed onto the door knocker, and both doors shattered.
Yang Tianyou, who had also been startled out by the commotion while standing behind his disciples, looked at the bronze and gold-lacquered door and sighed:
"Unfortunately, this is the most expensive item in Western religion."
They wouldn't even bother painting other places with gold paint, but this storefront was built so grandly, only to be shattered by a single drop of blood.
When the disciples saw that their own storefront had been destroyed, they were instantly filled with rage.
Just as they were about to rush forward and kill the trespasser, they took two steps forward and then retreated five steps back.
Behind the collapsed gate sat a Taoist priest, his feet covered in blood. His beard reached his chest, and his expressionless face intimidated everyone.
Maitreya's forehead began to sweat.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva clenched his fists tightly.
"Why would Ancestor Styx suddenly attack the Western Sect?"
They've been neighbors in the Blood Sea for tens of thousands of years without any conflict. How come he suddenly showed up now that even their master isn't here?
This person is a quasi-saint.
He's not just an ordinary quasi-saint.
Each cultivation realm is also divided into different levels. There are many Quasi-Saints, but the top Quasi-Saints are only a handful of people, such as the Jade Emperor, Zhen Yuanzi, and the Styx Ancestor.
The Styx Ancestor looked around.
The sea of blood beneath his feet churned and surged with his movements, as if it could engulf their land in the blink of an eye.
He pointed his Avici Sword at everyone, and said emotionlessly:
"Hand over the Primordial Purple Qi, and we'll spare your lives."
Everyone looked at each other.
Even Maitreya's eyes revealed a deep sense of injustice; where were they supposed to find the Primordial Purple Qi?
With the master absent, the future leader naturally has the responsibility to manage affairs. Maitreya descended from the heights, standing between the two groups, and bowed to the Styx Ancestor, saying:
"Senior, the Primordial Purple Qi is not from the Western Sect. I hope you can clear up this misunderstanding so that we don't become enemies when our master returns."
The Styx Ancestor wouldn't care.
At that time, the little girl ran away to the Western Sect. They had finally waited until Jieyin and Zhunti were not there. How could they miss such a great opportunity?
"Ancestor," Asura bowed and advised, "It seems the Western Sect is unwilling to give it up. In the entire Three Realms, they have the most Primordial Purple Qi. Everyone else has one path, but the Western Sect has two. If there is one, there is two; if there is two, there is three."
Maitreya stared at the Asura who was speaking, his eyes almost bulging with anger.
He hurriedly said:
“Senior, Master said that cultivators must not speak recklessly. Maitreya hereby swears that if my Western Sect possesses Primordial Purple Qi, may a great thunderbolt descend from the sky.”
heaven.
Rumble.
The Styx Ancestor, who had been deep in thought, suddenly chuckled.
"You still say you didn't!"
Maitreya was also stunned.
He quickly added:
"If the Western religion has a third primordial purple aura, then a great thunderbolt will fall from the sky."
At that moment, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed.
Maitreya smiled and wiped the sweat from his brow. Just as he was about to continue speaking to persuade the Lord of the Blood Sea, Asura, who had been stunned by the first bolt of lightning, rushed over with his steel fork in hand.
They are creatures formed from blood, and what they fear most is the heavenly lightning that can exorcise demons and ward off evil.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva flipped over, snatched the weapon, and then, with incredible speed, darted past the several Asuras surging forward.
In a short while, all the Asuras turned to ashes.
Seeing this, the Styx Ancestor lowered his eyes slightly:
"Since Asura is dead, whether the Primordial Purple Qi is present or not, I no longer care to distinguish right from wrong."
"Sweep away the Western religion!"
The eyes of Maitreya and Ksitigarbha are almost bulging out.
This old man isn't incapable of understanding; he's deliberately coming to cause trouble for the Western Church!
Just when they were about to fight to the death.
Suddenly, a child dressed in white emerged from around the corner. He appeared to be no more than ten years old, carrying a small shovel on his shoulder. Without the slightest fear, he stood before the Styx Ancestor, his clear eyes fixed on him, and said:
"The blood under your feet is corroding my grass."
Ksitigarbha slapped his forehead, quickly went over and pulled Kinnara back, whispering:
"Junior brother, what time is it and you're still worrying about your grass? Quickly hide in the back."
Kinnara looked at the last remaining blade of grass in the corner of the wall and suddenly rushed towards it.
This is the last living blade of grass; it cannot die.
He was determined to protect it.
The Styx Ancestor chuckled lightly, while the Asura beside him spat out foul liquid.
It was faster than Kinnara's movements.
"do not want!"
He exclaimed in surprise. That plant was the first one that Wutian had personally nurtured. It had always grown very well, and when it sprouted roots, Kinnara transplanted it to another place.
The moment Asura's foul water touched the grass, its weak branches withered instantly, and the tiny, millet-sized leaves that had been scattered on the leaves folded up, leaving it looking lifeless.
Kinnara knelt beside the grass, lifting it from the barren earth with both hands, overcome with grief.
He exuded endless obscurity.
The terrifying aura even instilled fear in the Asuras, creatures of the Blood Sea.
This is not the aura of a demon, but the aura of a monster...
Kinnara looked up at the sky and shouted in alarm, which actually forced the Asuras back ten steps, and fear appeared on their faces.
That roar.
It not only instilled fear in Asura, but also caused another innate magic weapon to tremble with excitement.
The Twelve-Petaled World-Destroying Black Lotus stood outside the wall, separated from Kinnara by only one wall, sensing the aura of impending cataclysm.
"You?" The Styx Ancestor looked at the person who could repel Asura, calculated with his fingers, and became even more puzzled: "This child's future is bleak."
The quasi-saint could not fathom it; all he could see was boundless darkness emanating from him.
They cannot be kept.
Anything whose future is unpredictable is either a great calamity or a catastrophe that will destroy the world.
"Leave no Westerners alive!"
As soon as he said that, a fierce battle broke out between the two sides.
Maitreya and Ksitigarbha fought as they approached Kinnara.
The ground was covered with bloodstains from both sides, which flowed continuously into the sea of blood beneath the feet of the Styx Ancestor.
He was carefully discerning, trying to sense from the blood of these people who knew the information about the Primordial Purple Qi.
Kinnara held the withered grass in his hands, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, which landed right on the grass.
A miracle was born at this moment.
The plant quickly absorbed his blood and unfurled its leaves again.
Just then, Maitreya approached and was about to take him away when his hand brushed across the grass. Sensing the presence of the other plant besides Kinnara, all the leaves closed up and drooped down.
The Styx Ancestor debated for a long time, but none of these cultivators, who only did morning and evening prayers, knew anything about the Primordial Purple Qi.
Just as he was about to sweep the entire Western religion under his palm to vent his anger,
Beyond the heavens
A startled shout:
"Styx! Do you really think my Western Religion has no one left?!"
"Master!"
"Master, you're finally back!"
He received the teachings of Jieyin and Zhunti once.
The Styx Ancestor had no choice but to retreat. Although the two saints' paths to sainthood were not solid enough and their strength was not as great as other saints, they were not people he could directly confront.
Just before leaving, the Styx Ancestor took a deep look at the white-clad child.
He smiled and said:
"Let's see how much you achieve in the future, since you can't even predict the future."