I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Chapter 501: My Buddha is Fortunate (2)

Qing Lian knocked out all the guards without discrimination, opened his mouth, and sucked in all the jade slips into his belly.

After swallowing seven floors worth, upon reaching the eighth floor, the Formation’s spiritual light shimmered.

Dang, dang, dang—

The Scripture Pavilion sounded the alarm bells, and dozens of fleeing lights hurried over, only to see Qing Lian breaking through the air and leaving.

…

Heavenly Court.

Overhanging Firmament Hall.

Deities stood to the left and right, a total of one hundred and twenty-seven in number.

These were all the True Gods born out of the incense and divine power cultivated since the establishment of the Heavenly Court, among which a dozen had already passed away.

Most of the deities in the hall had long stopped meddling in worldly affairs, they had given up their busy divine positions for honorary ones, such as Lord Taibai, Moonlight Star Lord, and so on.

Star Lords ranked at the top tier, but they had no real power, only receiving a fixed amount of incense offerings to maintain their divine forms.

Lord Taibai, Bai Suixin, stood on the left side, positioned fifth. Above, the Heavenly Emperor was speaking fervently, and he twitched occasionally as if cursed, his face contorting in agony!

Dragon Virtue Star Lord, standing beside him, transmitted a message: “What’s the matter with you? At such a critical juncture that concerns the fate of the Divine Continent, how dare you behave so frivolously?”

“It’s not frivolity on my part, I’m genuinely in pain, it’s killing me!”

Bai Suixin clutched his chest, anyone whose thousands of years of accumulation had been swept away, along with their sect’s scriptures and treasures, would think about smashing their head against the walls of the Overhanging Firmament Hall.

“You mustn’t create a disturbance!”

Dragon Virtue Star Lord was a True God of Buddhism, with the Dharma name Jizhen. He and Bai Suixin were of similar age and shared a good rapport on ordinary days.

Grinning, Bai Suixin said, “I’m itching, my whole body is itching…”

Before he could finish,

a cold gaze fell upon him, and the Heavenly Emperor said with a sullen tone, “Does Lord Taibai have any objections to what We have been saying?”

“None whatsoever.”

Bai Suixin said, “Your old subject has followed Your Majesty for two thousand years and is Your staunchest supporter. I’d beat anyone opposing You until they can’t find their teeth!” ȒΑＮǒᛒƐŞ

The Heavenly Emperor was briefly stunned, a touch of emotion flickering in his eyes.

In the past, when Bai Suixin had duty days in the Heavenly Court, he had been an extremely difficult person to manage, blatantly favoring the Qingyun Mountain lineage, which the Heavenly Emperor greatly disliked.

Now, it seemed, Bai Suixin’s loyalty was genuine, unlike other True Gods who harbored deceit.

“My dear subject’s words are of great comfort to Me. It shows that not everyone has been blind to My accomplishments during these three thousand years!”

Bai Suixin’s eyes shifted as he flattered: “Your Majesty’s illustrious achievements will be renowned through the ages, incomparable to ordinary mortals. I was impetuous in my younger years, but now I have come to my senses, and I ask for Your Majesty’s forgiveness!”

“My dear subject, after your duty shift, come fishing with Me at the Heavenly Pond.”

The Heavenly Emperor laughed heartily, his gaze sweeping over the gods on his right and said, “Then let’s begin now. Raise your hands to vote on whether to appoint Zhao Yao as the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Court.”

“Your Majesty is wise.”

Yang Xuan bowed respectfully, raising his arm first.

The True Gods from the mendicant sects quickly followed, lifting their right hands, and seeing this, the Loose Cultivator True Gods also raised their hands in support.

The Heavenly Emperor looked around and saw that about one third were in favor; he was still quite a ways from a majority, but he felt slightly relieved. There might be few loyal subjects in the Heavenly Court, but the True Gods of the great sects and dynasties clearly did not want to let the mendicant sects gain the upper hand.

At that moment,

the Buddhist True Gods on the left, as if by prior agreement, raised their hands in support in unison.

The leading monk said in a deep voice, “The ancestors from above have sent a message: the Heavenly Master lineage has many connections with our Buddhism, and Sun Changsheng is even a Buddhist Arhat; it is only right to support him!”

Upon hearing this, the various great sects and dynasties grew pensive.

They had always been fair-weather followers, knowing they lacked the strength to compete for the imperial throne, so they completely avoided contention, siding with whoever had the advantage.

The successor of the Holy Sun Dynasty, the new Holy Sun True God, held the position of the Northern Emperor and represented the True Gods of the dynasty; after hesitating for a long time, he slowly raised his right hand.

With the leader taking a stand, the rest immediately followed suit!

By this time, those in favor of establishing a Crown Prince slightly outnumbered the opponents by one person.

The Heavenly Emperor’s eyes lowered, and his expression shifted from annoyance to calm as he spoke to the opposing True Gods from the Severing Heaven Sect and the demon race.

“Since My dear subjects have voiced their support, let it be done: appoint Zhao Yao as the Crown Prince. After I… pass away and my Dao is exhausted, he shall succeed as the Heavenly Emperor!”

“The Emperor is sagacious.”

The deities cheered in unison, foreseeing the end of an era initiated by the first Heavenly Emperor.

If the mendicant sects were reasonable, they could wait for the Heavenly Emperor to pass away on his own; if not, they might just storm in a joint mortal-immortal alliance, demanding that the Emperor abdicate!

Several days later.

The news spread throughout the Dongsheng Divine Continent.

The Cultivation World was instantly in an uproar, finding the outcome both within and beyond their expectations, yet oddly calm.

The Severing Heaven Sect, together with Qingyun Mountain, wielding the might of three human immortals, secured the position of the Heavenly Emperor—it was a done deal. But to everyone’s surprise, the Heavenly Emperor put up no resistance whatsoever.

Over the past three thousand years, the present Heavenly Emperor had ambitious aspirations and a heavy thirst for power. It was thought that his nature wouldn’t allow him to relinquish control easily.

The Cultivation World generally believed that the final conflict would inevitably lead to a battle of spells, resulting in the third destruction of the Overhanging Firmament Hall.

The fact that the transfer of power went so smoothly was quite a letdown for the cultivators.

The true nature of all beings is to be spectators at the show!

Failing to witness any excitement, the cultivators criticized the Heavenly Emperor as someone who only bullied the weak and feared the strong.

…

On this day,

Bai Suixin left the Heavenly Pond and transformed into a bolt of light as he flew back to the Severing Heaven Sect.

Gazing at the empty cave dwelling, the Scripture Pavilion that had lost countless books, he slapped himself several times in quick succession.

“That’ll teach you to tell fortunes recklessly!”

“The loss must be compensated by the Severing Heaven Sect; after all, I acted both as a performer and a traitor. But before that, let’s display some loyalty to the Heavenly Emperor and pluck some treasures from the Heavenly Court’s treasury!”

Bai Suixin fished with the Heavenly Emperor for a few days, his flattery music to the Emperor’s ears, earning him quite a few rewards.

…

Ten years later.

Qing Lian emerged from seclusion, having fully assimilated the medicinal power within his body.

“Fortunately, my cultivation is profound. Otherwise, such abrupt advancement would have certainly undermined my foundation. Heavenly Court, Lord Taibai, I will have my revenge!”

At this moment, Qing Lian’s aura was robust, having reached the pinnacle of Nascent Soul, a mere step away from the Divinity Transformation.

He cast a spell to divine his fortune for the day, which foretold no danger.

He rode his light and departed, landing atop You Mountain half a day later, immediately feeling a blood connection.

“In my despair years ago, my celestial body shattered and I entered nirvana, scattering Immortal Blood into the mountains. After countless years of dispersal, only a bit of the essence remains!”

“Nevertheless, this is good. Using the Immortal Blood Essence to rebuild my foundation, and avoiding the wrong paths of cultivation from my past life, perhaps I can advance even further.”

Qing Lian was about to merge with You Mountain and retrieve the Immortal Blood when suddenly a Buddhist chant sounded by his ear.

“Amitabha!”

The monk pressed his palms together, his face radiating compassion: “I am Jizhen, ranked among the Heavenly Court as Dragon Virtue Star Lord. I see that you, dear Daoist, have a predestined connection with our Buddhist Law. Would you be willing to follow this humble monk to Spirit Mountain for cultivation?”

“…”

Qing Lian refused, “I am dedicated solely to the path of Dao; I have no interest in cultivating Buddhism!”

“Indeed, Daoist friend is willing. You truly have a heart dedicated to Buddhism.”

Jizhen nodded slightly, his Monk’s Robe fluttering as it enveloped Qing Lian, “Spirit Mountain possesses thousands of volumes of Buddhist Law. You would do well to study thoroughly, Daoist friend, and you will surely realize the grand Dao one day.”

“I said, I am unwilling to cultivate Buddhism!”

Qing Lian shattered the void and escaped thousands of miles, only to turn back and see Jizhen chasing after him.

Jizhen said, “I heard you clearly, Daoist friend is willing.”

As he spoke, his Kasaya flew up, eclipsing the sky, enshrouding Qing Lian within, sealing his mana and soul, then folding it up and tying it into a bundle.