The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 205 - 151 Hao Tian, Turquoise Pool Descend into the Primordial

Chapter 205: Chapter 151 Hao Tian, Turquoise Pool Descend into the Primordial

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Li Qingming, on the other hand, watched coldly from the start to the end when Zhunti made his move to snatch the Eye of Divine Punishment. It seemed that he had anticipated this outcome all along.

Indeed, that was the case. Being a Saint who proved the Dao with the technique of "One of the Escaped," Li Qingming was essentially beyond the reach of the Heavenly Dao. If considered in terms of a hierarchical relationship, both Heavenly Dao and Li Qingming are governed by the Great Dao, only on equal footing at most. One is a cold-blooded rule devoid of emotional fluctuations, while the other is a richly emotional Primordial creature.

And that large hand covered in black hair was indeed a product of the Heavenly Dao’s activated laws, naturally aiming to eradicate Li Qingming, the blasphemer of the Dao. However, when Li Qingming used the vitality power of "One of the Escaped" to break through the Heavenly Dao’s Hand, the Heavenly Dao understood. It recognized him as a peer, a brother of equal standing, and immediately stopped its assault, opening the gates of convenience. This might sound crude, but that’s exactly what it was.

The Eye of Divine Punishment was, after all, under the control of the Heavenly Dao, and sharing a portion of it with Li Qingming was no issue. However, in the eyes of Heavenly Dao, Zhunti was nothing but an insect and dared to snatch food from the tiger’s mouth. Thus, when its dignity was challenged, it naturally sought a scapegoat. Hence, the tragic Zhunti was terribly doomed.

While all the great powers were still immersed in the might of that overwhelming giant hand, a thunderclap shook the void again. Huge swathes of Merit Golden Cloud drifted from the Primordial Horizon towards the crowd. The golden cloud above everyone’s heads split into three. One part flew towards Li Qingming, rewarding him for his contributions and guidance, which Li Qingming casually tossed to Li Qingquan. Two parts flew towards the green bamboo joints inscribing texts, and another part encircled the three thousand Demon Texts swirling around Cang Jie. The remaining six parts of merit all flew towards Kunpeng, who was hovering in the void.

The long-overlooked Kunpeng Taoist was finally noticed by all the formidable beings.

And with the boost of merit, the bamboo joint instantly ascended to a top-tier Postnatal Merit Spiritual Treasure. On the verdant bamboo, two Demon Texts were inscribed, "Demon God."

Just then, at all the places of the Primordial Emperor, a vast unknown power suddenly rose. This power flowed separately into the "Demon God" Pen and into the body of Kunpeng. Dense Merit Golden Light enveloped the area around Kunpeng for dozens of yards, making it impossible even for Saints to probe, Li Qingming being the exception, of course.

When that sixty percent merit entered his body, Kunpeng finally saw through the threshold of the Dao, and quickly, two percent of the merit used for creating characters was consumed.

"Boom"

Under the clear azure sky, thunder roared again. A concentrated Golden Cloud about a dozen yards in size floated out above Kunpeng’s head. The Demon Master Palace, refined by Kunpeng to be comparable to top-tier Innate Spiritual Treasures, suddenly trembled as a kindly, thin old man with a gentle demeanor stepped out from within.

Dressed in a grey robe embroidered with the vast North Sea and the Demon Master Palace, his silver hair neatly arranged in Daoist style, his benevolent smile exuding an inviting warmth.

The old man bowed to Kunpeng, saying, "This poor Daoist greets Fellow Daoist, you are most courteous!"

Kunpeng looked at the old man, feeling a surge of joy, and said, "We are essentially one, Fellow Daoist need not be so formal! From now on, you shall be known as Daoist Peng, and return to the Cloud of Celebration!"

Daoist Peng nodded slightly, transformed into a streak of light, and returned to the Demon Master Palace.

Feeling the surging merit power within him and around him, Kunpeng swore resolutely, "Thank goodness, I even obliterated my own corpse!"

Thinking of this, the remaining forty percent of merit power was crazily absorbed into his body under his intentional devouring. Kunpeng’s cultivation rose rapidly, advancing from the Mid-Stage of Quasi-Saint to the Peak of Quasi-Saint Middle Stage in one breath. However, at that moment, the merit power was not sufficient to help Kunpeng ascend to the Late Quasi-Saint Stage.

During this anxious moment, Kunpeng suddenly felt streams of mysterious power gathering towards him from the outside world. This power was incredibly pure and brimming with vitality. Seizing this opportunity, Kunpeng made a fierce attempt to breach the final barrier, and with the help of this mysterious power, successfully advanced his cultivation to Late Quasi-Saint Stage. The leftover mysterious power then formed a circular halo behind his head, much like the Merit Golden Wheel behind Nuwa. It was exquisitely beautiful, extremely dignified.

"Boom!"

Another explosion in the void, and the bamboo joint that had advanced to a supreme Postnatal Merit Spiritual Treasure shone brightly. A middle-aged man in a moon-white robe embroidered with three thousand golden Demon Texts stepped out from the radiance.

With fair skin and fine features, he exuded an air of scholarly elegance. His black hair cascaded over his shoulders holding a slender bamboo cane in hand.

The middle-aged man held the staff in one hand and bowed, saying, "This poor Daoist greets Fellow Daoist, you are most courteous!"

Kunpeng, although feeling that this person has a somewhat strange temperament, did not think much about it and just smiled, "You and I are originally one, there is no need for such formalities!"

Then, Kunpeng glanced at the middle-aged Daoist a few times and pondered, "Fellow Daoist, born from the Devil God Pen, from now on you shall be known as Zou Yan Taoist. Return to Qingyun."

Suddenly, everyone saw a golden speck floating from the Eastern Continent, a Jade Qilin holding a pen-shaped Dao Fruit in its mouth, approaching from afar. It dove straight into the golden light enveloping Kunpeng, then spit out the Dao Fruit, allowing it to combine with the mysterious power behind Kunpeng’s head.

This mysterious power was all too familiar to Li Qingming. It was indeed the Power of Faith! This constant stream of faith empowering Kunpeng, Li Qingming saw it as all the demons in the Primordial Heaven and Earth thanking Kunpeng for establishing inquiries and realizing the title of Demon Master.

Suddenly, a peculiar fluctuation flashed across Kunpeng and vanished. Meanwhile, Li Qingming, seeing Kunpeng’s transformation, mused to himself, "Could this creation of Demon Text also be a kind of celestial rank? How strange and intriguing!"

Far away in the Chaos Outer Heaven’s Zixiao Palace, sitting in meditation, Hong Jun suddenly felt a tremor in the Investiture of the Gods held in his mind. He took it out ruefully and frowned, "Yin Yang Saint God, Zou Yan! Born in the year of Ding You, destined to play through seventy spring and autumn seasons, achieving sainthood through the flesh! Ding You year? What year is that! Strange, strange indeed!"

Standing behind Hong Jun, Hao Tian sneaked a glance.

The yellow Investiture of the Gods seemed to be boiling with endless scenes, all appearing in grey except for one vivid golden scroll at the far left. Upon that scroll, a genteel middle-aged man adorned in a moon-white robe covered in minuscule runes, holding a slender bamboo joint, exuding an ethereal charm with a feather fan and silk scarf.

Beside this middle-aged man, there was a line of small characters written in Tao Runes: "The holder of this divine position shall peer into the mysteries of Heaven and Earth, break through the illusory self, unbound by the Heavenly Books, and enjoy eternal immortality!" However, these words were also grey, the reason unknown.

"Do you understand it?" While Hao Tian was internally pondering why these characters weren’t golden, he suddenly heard a tranquil voice by his ear. Looking up in shock, he saw Hong Jun holding the Investiture of the Gods and smiling gently at him. fгeewebnovёl.com

With a "thump!" he knelt, endlessly kowtowing, "Disciple has overstepped, please punish me, Saint Master!"

"Hao Tian, do you understand the objects listed on this scroll?" Hong Jun waved, sending forth a beam of light to lift Hao Tian and asked again.

"Not daring to deceive the Saint Master! Disciple only sees the scroll filled with bizarre and assorted images, all characters, and mythical beasts appearing lifeless and grey. Only that genteel middle-aged man shines brightly in golden light, very vivid! Other than that, nothing else!" Hao Tian’s handsome face was filled with fear and confusion, terrified that Hong Jun might obliterate him upon hearing anything unsatisfactory.

"Ah! Not bad!" Hong Jun looked surprisingly at Hao Tian and then spoke to Turquoise Pool, "Turquoise Pool, how many years have you followed the old Dao?"

Turquoise Pool was almost in tears, what did this have to do with the mess Hao Tian stirred? Yet, she haplessly glared at Hao Tian, her face full of grievance, tears flowing like broken pearls, "Does the Saint Master no longer need Turquoise Pool? Saint Master, be merciful! Turquoise Pool has served you all these years, never leaving your side. If Master abandons Turquoise Pool in the Primordial Continent, how shall Turquoise Pool survive in this world?"

Hong Jun was taken aback, not expecting Turquoise Pool to react this way, he shook his head ruefully, lifted Turquoise Pool, and said, "Over the years, you have served the old Dao well. There is a great opportunity the old Dao intends to bestow upon you! What, do you not wish to accept it?"

Turquoise Pool, cleaning her face and exchanging a glance with Hao Tian beside her, said, "If that is so, thank you for your kindness, Saint Master!"

Hong Jun sighed, "Ah, since the Dragon Han Calamity, you two have been with the old Dao. Even though you have listened to the old Dao’s teachings all the time, your bodies have never grown! This time, after descending to the Primordial, you will reincarnate in the Human Clan, enduring billions of tribulations. When you escape from these tribulations, that will be the time when your merits are complete!"

Hao Tian and Turquoise Pool were both of resolute spirit, although slightly terrified by Hong Jun’s mention of "Billions of Tribulations," they thought, "Heaven imposes great tasks upon people it seems, it first tests their resolve, exhausts their bodies, starves their skins, and empties their selves!" With that, both knelt down and said, "Hao Tian and Turquoise Pool thank the Saint Master for his grace!"

Hong Jun gently waved his sleeve, Hao Tian, and Turquoise Pool turned into two beams of light vanishing in the Zixiao Palace.

Hong Jun looking at the departing figures murmured, "Cangqiong Fellow Daoist and Bi Luo Fellow Daoist, the curtain has been raised! Just waiting for your return now."

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Above the South Sea Bamboo Island, Kunpeng, having successfully broken through the barriers, wore a jubilant expression. Grateful foremost in his heart was Li Qingming. And Li Qingming, through his recent action of consuming the Divine Punishment and forcefully confronting the Heavenly Dao’s Hand, had quietly etched an unbeatable mark in Kunpeng’s heart.

After a long contemplation, Kunpeng let the golden light scatter across the sky and strode towards Li Qingming, bowing deeply, said, "From now on, Kunpeng shall follow Your Majesty’s commands. Should Your Majesty send an order, Kunpeng will not utter half a word of dissent!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation vote and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)