Chapter 581: Power Bank

Chapter 581: The Power Bank

The Pantheon of Saints.

The Realm Lord of Biluo was radiant, gazing upon the rule furnace before him with eyes steeped in awe.

"Truly worthy of being a grand power within the Cosmic Void Realm,"

he sighed in admiration.

The Venerable Dragon Turtle nodded in agreement. "If the Pantheon of Saints is like this, what must the even mightier factions look like?"

Last time, within the Cosmic Spirit Sea, they had witnessed the grand display of the Lord of the Buddha-less Realm, leaving both of them filled with deep reverence.

Later, that very Lord was recruiting temporary guest elders within the Cosmic Spirit Sea to wear down the Buddhist light within the Wind-Spirit Cloud.

As for the compensation, it was a single day's stay at the Buddha-Contemplation Cliff.

This so-called Buddha-Contemplation Cliff bore the divine mantras of three Heaven-Opening Realm Lords upon its precipice, along with their insights into some of the True Scriptures of the Dao Lords.

If one could meditate beneath the cliff for a night, they might just grasp a word or two from those sacred scriptures.

Faced with such a reward, the Realm Lord of Biluo and the Venerable Dragon Turtle naturally chose to come to the Pantheon of Saints.

"Wearing down the Buddhist light only costs some magical power, yet it allows us to behold the mantras left by Heaven-Opening grand masters at the Buddha-Contemplation Cliff. This is a highly lucrative endeavor," the Realm Lord of Biluo remarked.

Such an opportunity was exceedingly rare within the Sixth Heaven of the Immortal Realm.

In the Sixth Heaven, such fortunes could only be encountered during the Linya Molting period.

At any other time, those minor opportunities were beneath the notice of the Venerables.

Take the Gate of Ultimate Truth, for instance; when Biluo was still a Venerable, he naturally dreaded it, fearing it might be mastered by another.

But upon becoming a Realm Lord, everything changed.

Even if the Venerable of Ten Thousand Suns stayed within the Gate of Ultimate Truth for billions of years and mastered every single principle, what of it?

He was a Realm Lord, fused with a Heterodox Dao Fruit, commanding the rules of the cosmos.

"If even the Buddha-Contemplation Cliff offers such a bounty, one can only wonder what grand fortunes lie hidden within the Wind-Spirit Cloud," the Realm Lord of Biluo mused with deep emotion.

At that moment, a neighboring Realm Lord spoke up. "We shouldn't even dare to dream of a blessed land like the Wind-Spirit Cloud. Even if you become a Heaven-Opening Realm Lord, you might not necessarily possess the qualifications to enter it."

Hearing this, the heart of the Realm Lord of Biluo sank, feeling his own insignificance all the more acutely.

Before a Heaven-Opening Realm Lord, he felt entirely infinitesimal.

Yet, as it turned out, an ordinary Heaven-Opening Realm Lord arriving at this Pantheon of Saints could not even set foot into a place of opportunity like the Wind-Spirit Cloud.

"Everyone, the contract has been signed. Please follow me to the entrance of the Wind-Spirit Cloud to wear down the Buddhist light."

Just then, a Realm Lord from the Pantheon of Saints stepped forward, addressing the dozens of rogue Realm Lords before him with a calm voice.

The dozens of rogue Realm Lords nodded one after another.

Led by the master from the Pantheon of Saints, Biluo and the other Realm Lords walked toward the entrance of the Wind-Spirit Cloud.

Along the way, the Realm Lord of Biluo detected several terrifying auras, his heart trembling with dread at each one.

He gained an even clearer understanding of the Pantheon of Saints' true power.

"If these people were to discover the Immortal Realm, I fear it would fall entirely under their subjugation," the Realm Lord of Biluo lamented silently.

Of course, it was also possible that these figures would look down upon the Immortal Realm as a mere backwater.

The most valuable thing in the Immortal Realm was likely the Heterodox Dao Fruit.

So the Realm Lord of Biluo reasoned.

The opportunity of the Heterodox Dao Fruit had to remain within his own grasp.

However, the Only Hall was somewhat mysterious and peculiar; he was likely no match for it at present.

He would need to raise his strength within the Cosmic Void Realm, reaching the peak of the Rule Realm, before returning to plot against the Only Hall.

Right at that moment, the Realm Lord leading the way suddenly halted in his tracks.

All the present Realm Lords grew somewhat bewildered.

They then heard the leading master of the Pantheon of Saints speak.

"Please remain calm, everyone. A grand figure from the Myriad Transformations Society has arrived and is about to enter the Wind-Spirit Cloud. Therefore, this task will wait until that great figure has departed before commencing."

The moment those words fell, the present Realm Lords cast their gazes into the distance.

They saw a landscape spanning hundreds of millions of miles, brilliant and radiant.

A colossal Buddhist hand was spread wide, its fingertips pointing toward the heavens as if about to pierce the void, radiating a mysterious and ancient aura as its Buddhist light illuminated all.

This was a soul-stirring Realm Lord Rare Treasure.

Yet at this moment, it was placed by the roadside like a mere decoration.

Beneath the Rare Treasure stood various majestic presences.

The leader possessed a profound aura, his garments seeming forged from Buddhist light, and the adornments upon his head resembled sarira relics.

He was the Lord of the Pantheon of Saints, the sire of the Buddha-less Realm Lord, and a renowned Heaven-Opening giant within the Cosmic Void Realm.

The previously arrogant and domineering Buddha-less Realm Lord now stood beside the Lord of the Pantheon of Saints like a perfectly well-behaved boy.

Several other Realm Lords stood to one side, forming a primary core circle, while some young cultivators of the second layer of the Yang Soul were also situated within this core, their eyes reflecting a mix of pride and trepidation.

They were waiting for someone.

Witnessing this scene, the Realm Lord of Biluo sighed softly. "One should strive to be like them."

He was referring to those within the core circle standing beside the Lord of the Pantheon of Saints to welcome the guest.

As for becoming someone like the Lord of the Pantheon of Saints himself, that was beyond imagination.

And as for the terrifying powerhouse from the Myriad Transformations Society whom the Lord of the Pantheon of Saints and the others were awaiting, that was even further beyond his wildest dreams.

Just then, above the firmament, a murmured voice echoed. "Fat old man, isn't this display a bit too extravagant? Anyone who didn't know better would think I'm some emperor on a state visit to another country, with the top officials of the foreign government waiting at the airport to receive me."

The fat old man burst into a hearty laugh. "What kind of bullshit emperor could ever compare to even a single strand of your leg hair?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't grow leg hair," Qi Yuan corrected.

Suddenly, Qi Yuan seemed to notice something, and a look of surprise surfaced in his eyes.

"What is it?" The fat old man noticed Qi Yuan's unusual reaction.

"Nothing," Qi Yuan replied.

In truth, he felt a little guilty.

Because he had spotted the Venerable Dragon Turtle.

Most importantly, during his last visit to the Council of Ultimate Truth, that entity known as the One Yuan Assembly had frantically burrowed its way into his embrace.

He really hadn't stolen it.

If the Venerable Dragon Turtle were to see him now, would the venerable old creature mistake him for a thief who had stolen the One Yuan Assembly?

If that happened, his lifelong glorious reputation would be completely ruined. Moreover, if charges were pressed, given the immense value of the One Yuan Assembly, wouldn't he be sentenced to life imprisonment?

Therefore...

Meanwhile, Dragon Turtle Supreme and the others stood silently, not daring to make any move.

After all, at this moment, the slightest stir might be seen as provocation or assassination.

But just then, a voice reached Dragon Turtle Supreme’s ear.

“Great Assembly Master, I didn’t expect to meet you here.”

Wanri Supreme?

Dragon Turtle Supreme narrowed his eyes, a storm of shock surging in his heart as he looked around.

Yet, due to the terrifying presences of the Ten Thousand Sacred Palace, he only dared to glance casually, not extending his divine sense to search.

“By the way, last time I went to your Supreme Reason Society, didn’t I?”

“And then, oh, there was this rogue in your society who kept following me, pestering me—I couldn’t shake him off.”

Following the knowledge Qi Yuan had gleaned from the comment section, in such a situation, one must first blame the other party, whether they were at fault or not.

“By the way, you should know that rogue was One Yuan Society.”

Dragon Turtle Supreme’s face showed astonishment.

A thousand whys churned in his mind.

If someone said Wanri Supreme had stolen One Yuan Society, he wouldn’t believe it.

One Yuan Society was a realm lord’s rare treasure, even more powerful than that Buddha’s hand—who could steal it?

Could it be that One Yuan Society had a bond with Wanri Supreme?

He could only guess as much.

“I won’t hold this against you, and don’t trouble me over it. Let’s call it even, how about it?” Qi Yuan’s voice came again.

Dragon Turtle Supreme wore a bitter smile: “Alright.”

After all, he and Qi Yuan both hailed from the Immortal Realm, bound by ties of shared origin.

Just then, Biluo Realm Lord seemed to notice Dragon Turtle Supreme’s unease and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Someone just sent me a voice transmission.” Dragon Turtle Supreme relayed everything Qi Yuan had said to Biluo Realm Lord.

Biluo Realm Lord’s expression remained unchanged, seemingly magnanimous: “Since he’s from the Immortal Realm and came here through One Yuan Society, weak as he is, I might as well look after him a little.”

Dragon Turtle Supreme breathed a sigh of relief. He feared Biluo Realm Lord might resent Wanri Supreme over the matter of One Yuan Society.

After all, without One Yuan Society, Biluo Realm Lord had used many immortal veins just to enter the Cosmic Void Realm.

“But… where is he?” Biluo Realm Lord scanned the surroundings but didn’t spot Qi Yuan.

Dragon Turtle Supreme was also puzzled.

“Wanri Supreme, where are you? Could you show yourself?”

“I’m up in the sky. I have some matters now, so it’s best not to meet yet,” Qi Yuan replied.

He was socially anxious.

He was about to meet the Ten Thousand Sacred Palace Lord.

If he suddenly left now, wouldn’t that be absurd?

Like when you’re shopping with a friend, and someone slaps you across the face, then hops into a taxi and drives off.

“The sky?” Dragon Turtle Supreme was startled and passed this on to Biluo Realm Lord.

“Yes, the sky. There’s a fat old man beside me,” Qi Yuan said again.

Dragon Turtle Supreme looked around once more, his heart full of doubt.

Now, with a distinguished guest arriving at the Ten Thousand Sacred Palace, aside from the strong ones welcoming him, everyone else was forbidden to fly.

Could it be that Wanri Supreme had joined the Ten Thousand Sacred Palace?

But… a fat old man… where was there a fat old man?

Just then, suddenly, a cheerful voice rang out.

“Ten Thousand Sacred Palace Lord, long time no see.”

The fat old man’s figure appeared, a smile on his face.

“Heavenly Silkworm Academy Master, you’ve grown much stronger since the last epoch, and much fatter too,” the Ten Thousand Sacred Palace Lord said, a wary look on his face.

In the Myriad Transformations Society, those who held the Purple Jade Pendant were all honored as Academy Masters.

“Enough small talk. This sworn brother of mine wants to enter the Wind Spirit Clouds,” the fat old man said.

The Ten Thousand Sacred Palace Lord’s expression turned odd as he looked at Qi Yuan with curiosity.

The fat old man was very strong; even he might not be a match for him.

Yet he called that newcomer to the Myriad Transformations Society his sworn brother—that was strange.

At that moment, Dragon Turtle Supreme, staring at the fat man in the sky, suddenly widened his eyes.

Fat man… fat man?

Biluo Realm Lord also realized something, a storm of shock rising in his heart.

Just then, beside the fat man, a strikingly handsome young man suddenly spoke: “Fat old man, don’t force a connection. Even though you helped me, I’m not your sworn brother.”

Seeing this flippant tone, Dragon Turtle Supreme was truly stunned.

Wasn’t this Qi Yuan?

Who was it?

But how did he suddenly appear here?

And become a distinguished guest of the Ten Thousand Sacred Palace?

Biluo Realm Lord and Dragon Turtle Supreme exchanged glances, their hearts in turmoil.

When the two snapped out of their shock, the fat old man and Qi Yuan had already vanished from the sky.

“Did we see wrong?”

“Were we imagining things?”

The two murmured to themselves.

Meanwhile.

Within the Wind Spirit Clouds, Qi Yuan felt the tempering of his true spirit, his thoughts tangled.

“This Biluo Realm Lord… is rather interesting.”

“No, it should be the Alien Dao Fruit that’s interesting.”

When he saw Biluo Realm Lord, Qi Yuan had noticed the Alien Dao Fruit fused into his body.

According to the information his eyes revealed, this Alien Dao Fruit was closely tied to that fallen Dao Lord of the Immortal Realm.

As the saying goes, when a whale falls, all things thrive.

The Alien Dao Fruit was one of those thriving things.

Generally speaking, when a Dao Lord falls, the universe collapses and the path of immortals disintegrates, yet the Immortal Realm remains intact. Could it be related to the Bright Lord? Or has something else happened?

Qi Yuan speculated wildly.

During this time, he had learned many useful new things at the Myriad Changes Society.

Generally, when a Dao Lord falls,

this realm collapses and the Dao lineage is destroyed.

After countless epochs, it may slowly be reborn, or by coincidence, the Dao lineage reappears.

Of course, the prerequisite is that all information about the previous Dao Lord has completely vanished, leaving no trace.

A situation like the Immortal Realm is very rare.

"There are too many unknown mysteries in this world.

Even a Dao Lord at the fifth level of the Yang Spirit is only omniscient and omnipotent within his own Dao lineage and his own universe."

Qi Yuan sighed.

He stopped his random thoughts.

He kept walking deeper into the Wind Spirit Cloud.

His true spirit was also being continuously tempered, rising wildly.

He entered a state of self-forgetfulness.

"After I finish all the places of opportunity, should I be stronger than Black Heaven?"

Qi Yuan thought to himself.

He walked toward the deepest part of the Wind Spirit Cloud.

Meanwhile, in the unknown land.

The Black Profound Palace Lord's eyes showed a hint of a smile: "He is almost at the place of the killing trap."

The White Profound Palace Lord nodded: "What a pity, all the preparations of so many epochs will be wasted on him."

The Black and White Profound Palaces had always been ambitious, constantly laying plans in the Cosmic Void Realm.

Every so often, the Myriad Saint Palace would find Realm Lords to wear away the Buddha light.

Over the course of three hundred epochs, the Black and White Profound Palaces secretly manipulated the Realm Lords.

Now, the Black Profound Palace Lord only needs to make a move to cause the Buddha corpse in the Myriad Saint Palace's forbidden land to go berserk for an instant.

Though it is but an instant, it is enough to injure, even severely wound, an existence like the Myriad Saint Palace Lord.

All these epochs of preparation were naturally aimed at taking down the Myriad Saint Palace Lord.

Now these methods are all used on Qi Yuan.

"If Qi Yuan is lucky enough not to die, I will act personally. White Profound Palace Lord, you guard the two palaces and beware of the Myriad Changes Society," said the Black Profound Palace Lord.

The White Profound Palace Lord's expression did not change: "I want the Supreme True Scripture."

The Black Profound Palace Lord's face changed repeatedly, and finally he agreed: "Fine."

The Supreme True Scripture is a powerful Dao Lord scripture, of no small value.

The Black Profound Palace Lord felt a bit pained.

However, this assassination of Qi Yuan might be a trap within a trap.

Some people in the Myriad Changes Society are sitting by and watching them assassinate Qi Yuan.

On the other hand, the Myriad Changes Society might take the opportunity to strike at the White Profound Palace Lord, who might be injured.

This Supreme True Scripture will serve as compensation.

As for Qi Yuan, he might be a talented sacrifice, or it might be that the Myriad Changes Society spends a huge price to save his life.

Regardless, this time, the Myriad Changes Society and the Black and White Profound Palaces will clash over Qi Yuan.

Of course, it is also possible that the Myriad Changes Society is too incompetent to know about this.

At the same time, within the Wind Spirit Cloud.

Qi Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, landing on the Buddha corpse.

[True Buddha, a special existence, existing in reality.]

"Isn't this... the power bank for my Buddha Spirit Infants?"

(End of this chapter)