Chapter 139 [If you don’t bow to the emperor when you meet him, your true destiny is lost] (asking for monthly tickets)
"If you don't worship the emperor when you meet him, your true destiny will be lost. Your name is on the reincarnation monument!"
Lin Xian's majestic voice resounded throughout the entire small world, like a thunderous explosion. He stepped into the void, and blue lotuses sprouted under his feet one after another. He was like the master of creation, leading the way.
It was as if the Immortal King had descended to the sky, with green lotus blossoming and time circling around him. He had evolved the sacred fighting technique. In one hand was the Hengyu Furnace and in the other hand was the Xihuang Tower. He asked you if you would submit or not!
King Qing Jiao gritted his teeth and pushed forward, trying to maintain some of the demeanor of one of the Thirteen Great Bandits.
However, what Lin Xian said the next second almost scared the Green Dragon King to death.
"You are still hesitating to pay homage, so you must have some ulterior motives." Lin Xian shouted, and put a big hat on him: "King Qing Jiao, are you thinking in your heart that the Qing Emperor's lineage has died or fled, and even the Qing Emperor himself has gone into hiding. Now he is a poor family, without the majesty of the great emperor's family."
"Do you think that the Green Emperor is useless and has not become an immortal? Why don't you become an emperor yourself? Why worship the bullshit Demon Emperor? You can be the leader of the demon clan!"
"I give in, I give in! Saint Master Lin, please retract your magical powers as soon as possible."
In an instant, King Qing Jiao broke out in a cold sweat. Although he was called the king, he was actually not a saint king, nor a king of beheading. He was just a powerful one.
He can't take the blame for this. If he really has to admit it, not to mention Chaos Green Lotus, the other demon kings and powerful ones will be the first ones who will not forgive him.
In front of the imperial power and the black pot, the Green Dragon King slid to his knees very smoothly, surrendered without any resistance, and shouted: "Bow down to the Supreme Demon Emperor!"
"The pilgrims are pious and sincere. They come from the Northern Territory just to meet the Emperor. Why do they have murderous intentions?"
After subduing the Green Dragon King, Lin Xian looked at the first great bandit, the old immortal, and the half of the imperial weapon on his head, and said calmly: "We are all human beings, do you want to start a massacre in the Temple of the Emperors?"
The old immortal's voice was very vague and difficult to understand: "The thirteen bandits dare not blaspheme the emperor."
Just as he finished speaking, eighty-one steps that looked like mutton-fat jade appeared in the void, made of light, and led the bandits to the small world of gods.
Seeing this, the number one bandit put away the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot, and the other party gave him a way out.
A half-saint with half an imperial weapon is certainly invincible in the East Wilderness and can dominate the world. However, he is invincible in this world and will be defeated by enemies in the past.
He forcibly invited out the saints with profound background and the imperial soldiers, which made him a level higher than the thirteen great bandits.
And there was more than one saint. When the immortal old man stepped into the temple and looked at Wei Yi, the saint of the Jiang family, the saint of Yao Chi, and the two imperial soldiers, his heart trembled. He was glad that he had chosen peace and not used violence.
Because this group of people really have no martial ethics. Three saints plus two imperial weapons, and one quasi-imperial weapon, this lineup is enough to destroy a holy land, but they are doing a sting operation here.
"King Qing Jiao, you and I have known each other for a long time, but you never came to meet me while I was in the Northern Territory for many days."
Lin Xian sighed and said, "What did I do to make you disrespect me so much that you are even unwilling to call me the leader."
King Qing Jiao had a smile on his face but cursed in his heart, "Who would have known that you, the leader of the alliance, had wandered to the Northern Territory and actually set up the Second Immortal Alliance like the Southern Territory did."
When the ninth bandit Jiang Yi informed them, he said that he was the Holy Lord of the Wu Shi lineage and wanted to cooperate with them.
Who would have known that the spokesperson of the Wushi lineage and the Holy Lord of Tianxuan were actually the same person.
You have too many connections.
"I really didn't know the leader was coming. I'm sorry for not coming to greet him." The Green Dragon King lowered his eyebrows and said humbly, "I only knew that the leader was the emperor's son-in-law, but I never thought that he also had a connection with the Emperor Wu Shi."
"I've said before that I'm the messenger of the emperors." Lin Xian shook his head and sighed, "I told you the truth, but you didn't believe me and forced me to take action."
"Now, I represent the Qing Emperor, Wu Shi Emperor, Xu Kong Emperor, Heng Yu Emperor... Let me ask you, which of the two great immortal alliances in the South Region and the North Region is the orthodox one."
King Qing Jiao looked at the statues of the emperors in the temple, then looked at the three saints and the two imperial weapons. Without any hesitation, he said in a very clear and sharp manner: "Of course it is where the leader is. It is the orthodox place of the Immortal Alliance!"
"That's good." Lin Xian smiled and asked, "Is King Qing Jiao willing to stay in the Southern Region, or join the Northern Region?"
"Of course it's the Northern Territory." King Qing Jiao naturally understood that a man who knows the times is a hero.
Once the showdown comes, Yan Ruyu will most likely join the Northern Domain Immortal Alliance with the Chaos Green Lotus, and the Southern Domain will only have the Ji family left, which will be difficult to support on its own.
Whoever wins, King Qing Jiao will help him.
"The Green Dragon King will first escape from the Southern Region, and then join the Northern Region." Lin Xian said meaningfully: "It will take some human intervention to show sincerity."
"Alliance leader, feel free to take anything from my treasury." King Qing Jiao gritted his teeth, knowing that this was a critical moment to hand in the atonement and he couldn't slack off, otherwise he would be in trouble when old scores were brought up in the future.
Only by handing in the atonement can you forgive the past and still be a member of the Immortal Alliance.
"I am the leader of the alliance, not a bandit. When I take something from someone, I need to have a legitimate reason."
Lin Xian smiled and said, "I don't want anything else. I heard that there is a holy body in the treasure house of the Green Dragon King. It is the ancestor of my son. I want to bring it back. I hope you will agree."
Ye Fan also cooperated with the performance, tears welled up in his eyes, and he said with great sorrow: "We are unworthy descendants who have let our ancestors' bodies wander around. I hope that King Qing Jiao will help us."
King Qing Jiao felt disgusted. What relationship do you, a holy body from the other side of the starry sky, have with my Beidou Holy Body? The origin of this body must be traced back to the ancestor of the holy body in the mythological era.
This was not the same family five hundred years ago, this was the same family five million years ago.
However, a man of insight is a wise man, so King Qing Jiao readily agreed and attended the meeting.
Among the thirteen major bandits, only one person attended the meeting. The first major bandit in the semi-saint realm held the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar and sat down in front of the stone statue of the Ruthless Emperor. The other major bandits could only stand.
Looking at this situation and the statues of the emperors, the remaining bandits felt awe-inspiring. Their original complaints and dissatisfaction had now vanished.
The union of the Northern Territory Immortal Alliance was beyond their imagination. This was a clash of extreme forces. Their conversations either involved the structure of the universe, several ancient life stars, or the secrets of becoming an immortal, or else they were topics at the emperor level.
Without this half of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar, the Thirteen Bandits wouldn't even be able to enter the temple.
Lin Xian walked to the statue of Emperor Wu Shi, sat down slowly, looked at the number one bandit, and asked, "I am the spokesperson of Emperor Wu Shi, the descendant of Emperor Heng Yu, the descendant of Emperor Xu Kong, the heir of the Yao Chi branch, the son-in-law of Emperor Qing, and the Holy Lord of Tian Xuan. With this identity, I wonder if I can be the fourteenth largest bandit in the Northern Territory?"
"It's my honor." The first bandit understood what he meant. It was Lin Xian who took the initiative to integrate into them. Otherwise, in the entire alliance, only a few of them would be outsiders, which would be too disharmonious.
So, under the witness of the Holy Emperors, the Thirteen Great Bandits swore an oath of blood and became sworn brothers again, and Lin Xian became the fourteenth Great Bandit among the Thirteen Great Bandits. However, he did not participate in the Great Bandits' attack on the Holy Land, but concentrated on managing the faith of the Northern Territory, and was an honorary Great Bandit.
Immediately afterwards, the old immortal signed a treaty with several saints. The thirteen bandits would no longer attack the mining area of Yao Chi, but would target other holy places and sects, such as the Yaoguang Holy Land, the Yaoguang Sect, and the Yaoguang Taoist Lineage.
As for the Jiang family mining area, because of the existence of the ninth bandit Jiang Yi, the thirteen bandits did not attack it. This was a tacit understanding, but now it has officially formed an alliance.
Yao Chi, Jiang Family, and the Thirteen Great Bandits are all the extreme forces in the northern region of the Eastern Wasteland, and they were brought together by Lin Xian in various ways.
Since then, there has been no major enemy in this area.
After Black Emperor reported back to the Wu Shi Bell and received his approval, Lin Xian completely let go and devoted himself to developing his faith, covering the mountains and rivers of the Northern Territory.
In order to publicize the reputation of the Holy Bodies of the Emperors, Lin Xian, as an agent, rebuked the evil of the Immortal Emperor and portrayed him as the ultimate devil. All the suffering in the world was caused by him, and he was the source of all evil.
With the support of the three families, a glorious sect sprang up, unstoppable. The temple's faith was not targeted at monks. In this world, only a few creatures could practice cultivation, and ordinary people made up the majority.
Mortals may seem fragile, with a life span of only a hundred years. They are not as strong as monks, who can offer powerful mental powers, but are superior in space and time.
Countless lives thrive and multiply throughout the universe. Blood inherits life, and spirit is also a kind of immortality. For thousands or tens of thousands of years, mortals have been offering sacrifices to them continuously, without interruption, which is also a kind of alternative immortality.
The life span of a great emperor is no more than 10,000 years, but his race has lasted for eons, and some of them have descended from the mythological era, the chaotic ancient times, and the immortal ancient times.
If you don't become an immortal, no matter how powerful you are, in the face of time, you are just a bright flower, fleeting in the long river of the universe.
In a sense, becoming a mortal is eternal!
"If you want to be the dragon and elephant of all Buddhas, you must first be the horse and cow of all sentient beings."
Lin Xian pondered the Buddhist teachings, came into contact with the power of faith, and gained a different kind of realization: the god of death is immortal, and mortals are eternal.
Those dazzling things will eventually wither. At the end of reincarnation, everything will come to an end. The prosperity will fade away, and all that will remain is ordinary.
If the era of no spirituality comes, how can one become extraordinary and show one's holiness?
Apart from the immortal mortals, perhaps only the power of faith exists.
So, Lin Xian gave an order and ordered the monks under his command to repair water and build roads to truly help mortals.
Some believers prayed that it was inconvenient to travel and that they had been trapped by the mountains for generations. Saint Ye Fan went forward and removed two mountains, opening up a road.
There was chaos in the mortal kingdom, and the big black dog came and cut the Gordian knot, directly killing the high-ranking officials who were causing the chaos. He unified several kingdoms within a few days. The mortal people shouted their loyalty to him and worshipped him as the Black Emperor.
When some believers were plagued by diseases, Lin Xian did not be stingy with the power of faith. Instead, he followed the example of Amitabha Buddha and gave back the collected power of faith to everyone, eliminating their disasters and difficulties and preventing all diseases.
Taking from the people and giving back to the people, this move has received positive feedback.
Strands of pure and flawless light rise up and fly from all directions. Individually, they are very small and fragile, but when they gather together, they can be said to be brilliant and extremely sacred.
Countless pure thoughts gathered and accumulated there, heavier than mountains, rivers, and the earth, with an immortal aura that could transform decay into magical power. If a cultivator bathed in it for a long time, they could prolong their life.
Lin Xian was bathed in glory, holding the Human Emperor Banner, surrounded by faith, with circles of halos appearing behind his head, like a righteous immortal, with extremely deep eyes, as if he was listening to the scriptures of the Tao.
Always remember, there will be reverberations.
It really came true at this moment. Lin Xian sensed his own dying self which was gradually fading away. He wandered in the long river of time, following the fragments of the great road of countless living beings, tracing back the imprints of his ancestors.
Many living beings, regardless of their level of cultivation or race, can always glimpse scenes in their dreams that they have never seen before. That is the obsession of their ancestors, the deepest memory, engraved in their blood genes and passed down together.
The worship of gods, the fear of snakes, and the dread of wild beasts have become instincts, the result of our ancestors' experiments with blood and tears.
A ray of light emerges, and the bloodline continues. It is a kind of burden, a remembrance of the past. The achievements of the ancestors cannot be forgotten, and the glory of the years cannot be forgotten.
Who still remembers that the Sun Emperor lit up the way forward for the human race?
Who still remembers Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs, creating a foundation with great difficulty?
Who still remembers that at the end of the ancient times, the universe changed drastically and the goddess Nuwa shed tears and blood to mend the sky.
The ancient years, the prehistoric years, the mythological years, one after another, scene after scene, passed by like a revolving lantern in front of bright eyes, never stopping, tracing back to the older past, and moving towards the fog.
Never forget, remember history, and engrave it forever among future generations.
"Boom!"
Lin Xian made a breakthrough in this extreme and naturally stepped into the Four Extremes Secret Realm. Not only faith, not only blood, not only the imprint of ancestors, he was truly connected to the great way of heaven and earth!
The avenue roared, and suddenly a white paper boat emerged, like a bright lamp, illuminating the years and dispelling the fog.
Then one, two, three ships followed... Thousands of ships passed by, hundreds of boats competed for the current, time flowed like a roar, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of calamities passed.
The white paper boat is like a dragon head, leading the way and rushing to the end of the avenue!
Keep going forward! Keep going forward! Keep going forward!
Beyond the universe, beyond the other shore, beyond time, beyond everything.
Countless beliefs resonated and called upon the deceased self. The great way of heaven and earth evolved. In the deepest part of his blood, Lin Xian actually got a glimpse of an era and witnessed the glorious years.
A grain of dust can fill the sea, a piece of grass can cut off the sun, moon, and stars, turning the world upside down at the click of a finger.
Heroes rise together, thousands of tribes stand tall, saints compete for hegemony, and the heaven and earth are in chaos. Oh dear lord, who domains the fate of this world? !
A young man walked out of the wilderness, and all legends and myths began from here...
(End of this chapter)
