klisemfg Chapter 342: All Golden Immortals Break Through Their Defenses!
Chapter 342: All Golden Immortals Break Through Their Defenses!
Yuanshi Tianzun maintained his saintly image.
He clenched his fists tightly to save face and avoid lashing out at his senior brother.
He glanced at Yang Jiao with resentment and offered a suggestion:
"In the Three Realms, there are many who betray their faith, but some of them, after choosing a different master, have a bright future."
Yang Jiao started counting on her fingers.
Well, 16,000 years later, she will be the first to betray the religion!
Seeing that she seemed to have taken his words to heart, Yuanshi Tianzun continued:
"Why not seize the day instead of another?"
Yang Jiao took a step forward and was stopped by a flat cane that suddenly appeared. Laozi stepped to the side.
Then he smiled at Yuanshi Tianzun and said:
"Go and check on your apprentices."
Stop worrying about my disciples.
Grand Master Xuandu also bowed and said:
"Uncle-Master, your twelve disciples are still idiots."
Yuanshi Tianzun gave Xuandu Grand Master a deep look and sighed inwardly: This boy has a deep background.
He then turned and walked towards the twelve sand sculptures.
After his figure disappeared from sight, Grand Master Xuandu let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief, a slight smile playing on his lips as he thought:
"Fortunately, Yang Jiao didn't reveal the real reason for joining the Human Sect, otherwise, if word got out,
My second uncle, the Primordial Celestial Venerable, will surely send a grand procession to the Tushita Palace to deliver thousands of spiritual plants.
The even more formidable Junior Uncle, the Tongtian Sect Leader, would likely personally carry the alchemy furnace to the Tushita Palace to exchange for Yang Jiao.
His handsome features relaxed, and he looked as if he were bathed in a spring breeze.
Yuanshi Tianzun walked up to the twelve sand sculptures and looked at the two bald heads.
Ksitigarbha and Maitreya hurriedly clasped their hands in greeting:
"I have met the sage."
"Ah."
Yuanshi Tianzun agreed without asking any further questions. He simply looked at his twelve renowned Golden Immortals and sighed deeply.
With a flick of his sleeve.
As the wind from his sleeve swept past, the twelve sand sculptures shattered as if their shells had broken open, and the dry yellow sand fell to the ground.
It revealed its true form.
Upon seeing Jade Cauldron Immortal, Maitreya stamped his foot and whispered to Ksitigarbha:
"How did he get there!"
Taiyi Zhenren and Yuding Zhenren were standing very close together, and apart from the short Julusun and the enormous Taiyi Zhenren, they couldn't recognize either of them.
Yang Jiao also looked nervously at Yu Ding Zhenren, whose eyes were closed.
At this moment, Yuanshi Tianzun looked at his twelve disciples and felt a pain between his brows. He then raised his hand again.
"Aren't you going to wake up?"
After a sound, the twelve people opened their eyes in a flurry.
The twelve Golden Immortals rose in unison, bowed respectfully, and shouted in unison:
"Greetings, Master."
He then bowed in the direction of Laozi (the Supreme Lord Lao):
"Greetings, Senior Uncle; greetings, Senior Brother Xuandu."
After shouting, all eleven people except for Master Yuding had bitter faces.
The resentment emanating from each of them was even heavier than the malevolent energy within the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.
"Master, we... have lost all our cultivation!"
Although their master broke the formation in time, their immortal bodies were not completely corrupted by their spiritual roots, but their cultivation was truly gone.
Upon hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun instinctively took a step back, glancing at the jade cauldron that remained expressionless.
Master Yuding patted himself down and up, then breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"It's nothing, I don't feel anything at all."
He said these words to Maitreya and the others.
Only after receiving the message did Maitreya smile with relief.
Yang Jian stood beside Yu Ding Zhenren and said softly:
"Master, I'm so glad you're alright."
Unable to suppress a laugh, Master Yu Ding covered his face with his palm-leaf fan and whispered in Yang Jian's ear:
"Master is fine, but they are in trouble, hehe."
Looking at his eleven fellow disciples who were all frowning and looking distressed, Master Yuding patted his chest like someone who had been through it all and said:
"So what if I've lost my cultivation? I've been living a perfectly good life all these years, haven't I?"
"You just can't accept it now, but in time you'll be like me."
Intended to offer comfort, the eleven people couldn't help but burst into tears after their gazes fell upon Master Yu Ding.
Who wants to be like Master Yuding!
They've even lost the ability to ride the clouds; a dignified Golden Immortal, living such a humble life.
The eleven people's resolve crumbled, and they collectively began to wail and cry out in despair:
"Master!"
"Master!"
"Master, save us!"
One sound was louder than the other.
Yuanshi Tianzun took another step back, recalling the scene of Yu Ding crying while clutching his shoes when he had lost all his cultivation.
Throughout the entire Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, the sound of weeping shook the heavens.
Only Master Yu Ding didn't cry; he quickly covered his face with a palm-leaf fan, but his trembling shoulders betrayed him.
The Celestial Venerable of Primordial Beginning could no longer maintain his composure, unwilling to acknowledge that these people crying so pitifully were his disciples.
Taiyi Zhenren could not sense any trace of magical power within his own body. He tossed aside his whisk, slid to his knees, and knelt before Yuanshi Tianzun, spreading his arms to embrace his legs.
"Master~!"
With him taking the lead, Julusun, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, Samantabhadra Zhenren, Cihang Daoren, Daoxing Tianzun, Lingbao Dafashi, and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun followed suit, crying and wailing as they rushed to Yuanshi Tianzun's side.
Guang Chengzi, as the eldest among the Twelve Golden Immortals, still had some sense of shame and did not make a move.
Chi Jingzi hesitated for a second, then realized there was no room left in front of his master, much to his regret.
Master Huanglong was never well-liked, and he was afraid that if he cried, his fellow disciples would bully him, so he didn't dare to.
All eleven people looked pleadingly at Yuanshi Tianzun.
"Master, please bestow upon us a magic weapon to restore our magical power."
Yuanshi Tianzun opened his mouth, suppressing the urge to kick them away. If he weren't afraid they were too weak to withstand his kick now that they had lost all their magic power...
"Master, please ask your eldest uncle for some Nine-Turn Golden Elixir so that we can regain our magical power."
Upon hearing this, Laozi (the Supreme Lord Lao)...
Do you have your own things to do?
He immediately lowered his head and began counting how many Nine-Turn Golden Pills he had.
"One hundred gourds... three hundred gourds... one thousand sixty-two gourds... that's too few, we have to save them for Niu Niu, Xuan Du, and Yang Jiao."
Don't give.
He looked away.
At this moment, Master Yuding was feeling incredibly pleased.
These people, who used to laugh at me for not even being able to climb clouds, are now crying their eyes out.
He stood behind, arms crossed, chuckling.
Amidst the whimpering sounds, there were occasional bursts of loud laughter from Master Yu Ding.
Yang Jiao couldn't help but cover her ears and stand in the corner, whispering crickets to Maitreya and Ksitigarbha:
"They really are fellow disciples; they were crying just as loudly as Master Yuding."
These three people had all witnessed Jade Cauldron Immortal's weeping in the illusion, and now they were able to see the other eleven Golden Immortals weeping, which can be considered a milestone.
Achieve the achievement of watching the Twelve Golden Immortals weep.
Yuanshi Tianzun closed his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"All right."
When he spoke, no one dared to cry anymore; even their sobs were silent.
Yuanshi Tianzun took two steps back, stood still, and said:
"Your immortal body is unharmed; it's just a matter of spending time cultivating again. Once you start over, with your past experience, you'll surely be able to return to your current cultivation level very quickly."
After listening.
The eleven Golden Immortals' minds were somewhat stabilized, but their gazes all tacitly fell on Jade Cauldron True Man.
Upon closer inspection, something seemed amiss again.
Jade Cauldron Immortal has been cultivating for ten thousand years and still hasn't developed any magical power!
With this precedent in mind, they dared not gamble even a little bit.
They all broke down! Qiqi burst into tears again.
"Master, please think of another way. The risk of rebuilding is too great. The Jade Cauldron is a prime example!"
Faced with examples from his fellow students.
At that moment, Master Yuding felt the pent-up frustration that had been building up in his chest for ten thousand years dissipate in an instant.
Not only that, but their mood changes extremely quickly.
It's just spiritual practice.
After a moment of sudden enlightenment, he felt that the barrier that had been suppressing his cultivation had loosened.
It's like a piece of weathered paper; it crumbles at the slightest touch.
However, Master Yuding was still immersed in the scene of his fellow disciples crying and did not carefully discern the truth.
He trotted over and stood before Yuanshi Tianzun. After stopping, he imitated his master by putting his hands behind his back.
Seeing this, Taiyi Zhenren, his face still etched with grief, gave a bitter smile through his tears and said:
"Senior brother, I never expected that your words would come true. The twelve Golden Immortals have the same cultivation level now."
Unfortunately, it wasn't Master Yu Ding who improved his cultivation.
Their cultivation levels have all decreased!
Yu Ding looked at his eleven fellow disciples, paying particular attention to Taiyi Zhenren, and shook his head, clicking his tongue as he complained to Yuanshi Tianzun:
“Master, look, they are so immature.”