lcionline Chapter 502 Dude, are you alright? In this part of the story, I'm actually the villain!
Chapter 502 Dude, are you alright? In this part of the story, I'm actually the villain!
The hand that swung the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus was so powerful that only afterimages could be seen.
The resentment that had been building up for millions of years since the Demon Ancestor Rahu self-destructed was now on full display.
The ninth-grade golden lotus of merit was forced to retreat repeatedly.
It wasn't enough to just use his hands; he also kicked them, leaving black marks with each kick.
Even the Golden Lotus of Merit kicked him into a state of depression.
They were all transformed from the Chaos Green Lotus, and there were four of them in total:
The Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit
The Twelfth Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus
Twelve-grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus
The twelve-petaled Pure White Lotus.
Although the four lotus platforms were all transformed from the shattered Chaos Green Lotus, they each have their own strengths and weaknesses.
The twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit was obtained by the Guide Daoist and placed in the Western Religion to suppress the broken fortune of the West.
The Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus belongs to the Styx Ancestor. It suppresses the sea of blood, burns away karma, and can kill without incurring karmic consequences.
The first master of the Twelve-Petaled World-Destroying Black Lotus was the Demon Ancestor Rahu. After his self-destruction, his whereabouts became unknown, and the Three Realms were searching for him. Because of its ability to absorb evil energy and catalyze calamities, it is also the only one of the four lotus platforms that can find its own master. Even saints cannot find it.
The legend of the Twelve-Petaled Pure White Lotus is even more ethereal. Its effects are to purify evil spirits and suppress demonic forces. It is also the nemesis of the Black Lotus, but its whereabouts are also unknown.
The most credible version of the legend is that it fell into the hands of the goddess Nuwa and was refined into the Lotus Lantern, which only a benevolent heart can wield.
However, at this moment, the only thing that Black Lotus could be wary of, Golden Lotus, had already dropped three ranks. He excitedly used a Shadowless Kick on the lotus platform, Nine Heavens Thunder Double Kick!
The Taoist priest in front of him was furious and did not even turn around to look at the golden lotus he cherished so much being brutally beaten by a black lotus that came from a wild path.
He simply stared fixedly at the Master of Heaven, his voice almost resentful and sharp:
"Why is it that you Three Pure Ones can occupy a region, have disciples all over the world, and enjoy inexhaustible fortune! We in the West only have some meager spiritual energy!"
"It is said that saints are immortal, but those saints whose fortune is insufficient will be the first to face calamity! How many will survive in the West?!"
The Guide was unwilling to accept this.
Even the Hongjun Ancestor, who was in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, would eliminate too many cultivators in order to balance the Heavenly Dao's fortune. The Investiture of the Gods and the recruitment of gods for the Heavenly Court were all just excuses!
All of this is to eliminate redundancy.
The fortune of a dead Taoist priest returns entirely to the Heavenly Dao.
Even Hongjun needs fortune, how could the Guide Daoist be willing to accept it?
In a fit of anger, he decided to drag everyone down with him.
He could exhaust all his saintly power to severely injure the Three Pure Ones and prevent them from controlling the Western forces. In the plan of the Guide Daoist, Zhunti had already brought three thousand mortals back to the Western Sect, and hope was rising.
As long as the Three Pure Ones are severely damaged, the West will prosper and no one can match it.
The guide made his final decision.
The Tongtian Sect Leader frowned as he looked at the suddenly deranged Receiving Saint and asked:
"What are you complaining about? Isn't it the luck that you owe to Heaven?"
"Weren't those forty-nine great vows something you swore?"
Hasn't it been repaid yet? Even if he falls from his holy position, it's understandable.
The Taoist priest sternly said:
"The West would be in even greater difficulty without sages!"
His face was full of gloom, and he had nothing in common with these three saints who had been born with smooth sailing all the way!
They rose steadily and soared to new heights, little did they know that being born in the West meant they had to exert every ounce of their strength just to survive.
If sacrificing my own holy position today can secure ten thousand years of life for the Western Sect, then I must do it!
His eyes held a resolute and chilling determination.
The Tongtian Sect Leader was even more bewildered, and almost wanted to grab the Guide by the collar and shake him awake, shouting:
"Dude, are you alright? In this part of the story, I'm the villain!"
Suddenly he became righteous, making it difficult for him to escape with Yang Jiao after getting away.
The Tongtian Sect Leader narrowed his eyes and pointed at the Guide, saying:
"Don't rush, let me go first."
"Huh?" After venting his anger, the Guide Daoist's rage stopped abruptly upon hearing this. Even after the Tongtian Sect Leader calmly finished speaking, he became somewhat restrained and asked hesitantly, "Is the Heavenly Dao also suppressing you?"
It doesn't look like it.
The Tongtian Sect Leader, who owns the Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island and has disciples all over the Three Realms, possesses immense power and is the number one sect in the prehistoric world.
What is he dissatisfied with?
The Tongtian Sect Leader gave him no time to consider. His narrow eyes lost their fierceness, and an even more shocking change occurred as the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation unfolded.
He stood tall above the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, his Taoist robes fluttering in the wind, as the primordial world underwent a sudden change in its weather.
The guide blinked, then hurriedly approached the Supreme Sage and asked:
"What does it mean?"
The Supreme Sage remained silent.
Darkness descended, the Milky Way was reversed, the four seas surged, and the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation spewed forth ten thousand feet of magma.
A few saints managed to stand, but the rest were not so lucky. When the saints were angry, their oppressive aura almost tore them apart.
The Jade Emperor raised his hand and created a barrier in front of him, thus saving the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals behind him from being blown away.
Those who were closer felt even more chest tightness and vomited blood.
The blood turned into a blood mist before it even hit the ground.
The four elements of earth, water, wind, and fire began to fall into disarray.
Yu Ding Zhenren, Lu Ya Daoren, and Kong Xuan shielded the group of people within them, as fierce winds tore at them.
Yang Jian held Yang Jiao protectively in his arms and cried out in worry:
"Sister, you're still bleeding."
"I'm fine," Yang Jiao said, as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth again.
Excessive blood loss caused her to turn ashen-faced.
Nezha hurriedly ran to Taiyi Zhenren's side and began searching Taiyi Zhenren's body. He asked anxiously:
"Where are your pills? Take them out now."
Taiyi Zhenren tightly covered his sleeve, "How could my pills possibly be enough in front of Yang Jiao?"
"She vomited blood!"
Nezha was in a hurry.
In an instant, three heads and eight arms appeared, and the eight hands searched through Taiyi Zhenren's body and found a bunch of bottles and jars.
He turned around, squatted down in front of Yang Jiao, casually broke open a bottle, smelled it—it was full of spiritual energy—before confidently handing it to Yang Jiao's lips, coaxing her:
"Open your mouth quickly, and you won't vomit blood if you eat it."
Taiyi Zhenren, standing behind, stamped his foot in distress.
"That's a magic pill, a magic pill!"
Yang Jiao turned her head away, enduring her discomfort, and said:
"Not enough blood has been lost."
"Huh?" Everyone looked at her in confusion.
Even now that the world is about to be reborn, she still thinks she hasn't bled enough?
Yang Jiao secretly urged it on, and the backlash from those who controlled the saints became even more uncontrollable, ramming wildly inside her body.
The blood was flowing faster and faster.
Yang Jiao almost saw stars, and her lips were a terrifyingly pale color.
She had previously drawn the "Turning Adversity into Prosperity" skill from Venus, which meant the lower her health, the greater its power. It wasn't that she didn't want to heal herself; she just wanted to use the power of Hongjun Laozu again later.
Is that blood?
No.
It's purely because I'm too eager to improve.