Chapter 3: The Calamity Descends

  Mount Xumi is four million li high and one billion li in circumference. It is the ancestor of the spiritual veins of the West, not like Mount Buzhou which was transformed from Pangu's body, but a piece of primordial stone that has been transformed, so it is extremely hard. After going through countless kalpas without being destroyed, it became the foundation of the Western teachings in later generations.

  At this time, dark clouds gathered at the top of Mount Mei, with lightning flashing and a mighty heavenly pressure that made people involuntarily surrender. Jie Yin knew that the Heavenly Tribulation had arrived. Reciting the true words, a golden light flew out from the knife, transforming into a golden lotus flower, releasing countless rays of light: namely, the Great Perfect Light Cloud, the Great Liberation Light Cloud, the Great Wisdom Light Cloud, the Great Samadhi Light Cloud, and the Great Refuge Light Cloud. This is one of the divine powers of Buddhism, brought about by Jie Yin's manipulation. Its power was not particularly astonishing, but it could barely block a few bolts of lightning. The tribulation thunder, as thick as a water bucket, struck the light cloud.

  The chaos has just been settled, and the Heavenly Way is not yet complete. I'm afraid there won't be a grand convergence of the Dao, and it will be difficult for the Heavenly Way to reach its ultimate completion. In other words, the tribulation of transformation won't be too intense, which is why the guide is being so presumptuous. After passing through three heavenly calamities in a row, the calamitous clouds have thinned out quite a bit, as if brewing up one final strike.

  Employing the divine power of teleportation, a brilliant golden lotus flower appeared, emitting a faint sound of Buddhist chanting, like the sun. The golden light transformed into a majestic Buddha with kind eyebrows and gentle eyes, wearing a warm smile. With his hands forming a seal, he created an infinite imprint, pointing towards the void with one finger. In an instant, the clouds dispersed, revealing a 17 or 18-year-old youth standing on a golden lotus flower atop Mount Sumeru.

  Wearing a lotus flower crown, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, standing in mid-air. A smile on his face, with divine light in his eyes. Looking down at the billions of miles of Mount Sumeru, he remained silent for a long time. Thinking that in the chaos, countless years have passed, and it's hard to calculate the scenery in trillions. Is this not what we've been waiting for all these years?

  Pangu opened the sky, and his body transformed into all things, thus creating such a magnificent scene. Countless people revered Pangu's virtue, calling him the Father God. His divine power was boundless, but in the end, he still fell. The great way is difficult to maintain; where is one's own way, after all?

  Don't be afraid to knock and ask your own heart, since you are in the vast wilderness, and also the body of a Daoist. You must exhaust your own talents and intelligence, seeking a great liberation for all living beings, and seeking a great freedom for yourself.

  My current realm is roughly at the level of Mahayana Golden Immortal, and the Primordial Chaos is still far away. For the early cultivators in the Desolate Era, basically, transforming into a celestial being was equivalent to becoming a Heavenly Immortal, Mysterious Immortal, or even a Golden Immortal. The cultivation of the top-level powerful beings mostly stopped at the Mahayana realm. Of course, the magical powers of these people were not that simple. For example, the Guide's physical body was already at the level of Mahayana Golden Immortal, and his magical power could compare to that of a Quasi-Saint, and he was still at the level of cutting off two corpses. The Three Pure Ones were also exceptional, far surpassing the Golden Immortals of later generations. The Primordial Demon Gods were born with the operation of the heavens, following the will of heaven; otherwise, they would have gone mad and fallen into darkness long ago.

  This is why the transmission of the Taoist ancestors has such an attraction to these great spiritual practitioners. To hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening, in other words, not hearing the Great Tao is worse than death. The guide descended from the top of Mount Sumeru, transformed his body with a wave of his hand into a three-room thatched hut. Ancient trees surrounded it, with a stream flowing in front of the door, and fresh flowers and grasses everywhere. Although these flowers and grasses are not particularly rare or precious varieties, they are among the earliest living things to open up the sky, full of spiritual energy. There are many participants, such as the Chiyou and Zhiyaos, who are spirits of plants and trees, adding a lot of vitality.

  Now I also understand why some cultivators often live in seclusion deep in the mountains, far away from worldly affairs and red dust. The whole person is in a state of emptiness, and one's heart is almost merged with heaven and earth. Now, there are not many transformed beings in the vast wilderness, and I prefer quietness to movement, nor do I like to travel around. In my previous life, I was a homebody, and now I continue to stay at home. Although the treasure is good, the wilderness is so vast that it's hard to find anything, just like looking for a needle in the ocean. Even if you want to visit all of Mount Sumeru, it will take some effort, so let's wait quietly for Hongjun to distribute the treasures.

  He also did not have nothing to do, and when he was free, he would preach to the living beings on Mount Sumeru. Of course, the most important thing was that Bodhi tree, which was later known as Zhunti.

  Cundi's foundation is indeed profound, and her magical powers and spiritual realm are rapidly advancing. With the guidance of her mentor, her progress in understanding the teachings has been astonishing. In just three thousand years, Cundi has reached the point where she can transform into a different form.

  Zhun Ti's transformation into a heavenly calamity was one of the six major calamities, much more severe than the summoning, but it still couldn't harm Zhun Ti's foundation. The six thunderbolts quickly passed by. Zhun Ti transformed and emerged, having just gone through the thunder calamity, looking somewhat disheveled. His figure was robust, with a dignified appearance of a Taoist scholar, wearing a dark green Taoist robe.

  With an endless smile on his face, he bowed and greeted the guide with a salute, saying: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your great kindness."

  "It's not necessary, fellow Taoist, to be with me on this Mount Sumeru is already a great blessing, a great opportunity. Let's not dwell on trivial matters. We'll still need to support each other in the future."

  "What you said is absolutely right." Zhunti's face lit up with even more joy, "Fellow Taoist, why don't we become sworn brothers? We'll share the sweetness and bitterness together, never to part ways."

  "That's best." The guide nodded in agreement.

  " Fellow Taoist has transformed before me, which means you are older. Younger brother has seen the elder brother." Zhun Ti bowed again.

  Jie Yin hastily supported Zhu Ti, "Younger brother, there's no need to be like this. Today, younger brother has transformed, and I must celebrate for you."

  Although the Immortal Realm had nothing good to offer, they found a considerable amount of spiritual fruit on Mount Xumi. With nothing better to do, they brewed some wine. Although it couldn't increase their cultivation, it was enough to get them drunk. For beings with endless years, getting drunk was also a rare experience. The Immortal made a set of wine vessels out of green jade, and the two of them drank freely, exchanging cups and toasting each other. Drunk, they forgot about the world, and their drunkenness lasted for a hundred years. What a rare relaxation!

  Zhun Ti and Jie Yin exchange cultivation experiences, leisurely appreciating the mountain scenery, observing the sun, moon, stars, and understanding the mysteries of the universe's operation. It's quite a carefree and joyful life.

  "This day Zhun Ti proposed: 'Elder brother, the vast and boundless world of Hong Huang is probably also full of rare treasures, why don't we brothers take a trip around?'"

  Jie Yin also knew that this was the Western Land, and there were still many treasures in the Eastern World, especially near Mount Buzhou, which was transformed from Pangu's spine. He suggested heading east, and both of them had achieved great success as Daluo Golden Immortals, so their speed was extremely fast. However, the Honghuang world was too vast, and after walking for hundreds of years, they still hadn't reached Mount Buzhou.

  All the way, nothing was found, but seven pre-heavenly treasures were discovered, namely gold, silver, crystal, water crystal, agate, coral, and amber. This is due to fate.

  "Brother, I feel that this object is destined for me, but I don't know how to use it. Do you have any advice?" Zun furrowed his brow and pondered deeply, unable to think of a solution.

  "My dear brother, you might as well attach these seven treasures to the Dharma treasure, which would also add countless wonders."

  "My little brother doesn't have any magic tricks up his sleeve, only a Bodhi branch that fell off when he transformed."

  Hehe smiled and said, "This is enough." With a wave of his hand, the seven treasures instantly attached themselves to the Bodhi branch. A precious object was thus formed. From then on, Zhunti diligently offered sacrifices and refined it, making it comparable to the pre-heavenly supreme treasure. Since taking shape, Zhunti had never had a protective magical treasure; now that he had obtained the seven-treasure wondrous tree, he felt infinite joy.

  Two people were in a hurry, and suddenly felt a movement in their hearts. "Haha, there must be something here that is destined for me."

  The cloud head descended, passing by several small hills, and a stupa appeared in front of me, with 9 layers, topped with a relic, decorated with precious beads. There were 360 bird-shaped wind chimes hanging around it, crisp and pleasant to the ear. It was the Stupa of Guidance.

  A golden light flashed and landed on it, collecting the treasure, which was comparable to the Pre-Heaven Spirit Treasure. It's a good thing I came here, at least I didn't make a trip for nothing.

  On this day, the two of them arrived at Mount Buzhou. Mount Buzhou was incredibly massive, probably even bigger than Mount Sumeru, especially with its peaks reaching into the clouds. The atmosphere was majestic and ancient, although it only had a hint of the aura of the ancient times, but it still left people in awe. There were clouds shrouding the mountain, making it impossible to see clearly. The guide took them on a few rounds around the mountain, unfortunately, they didn't discover anything, the guide was extremely displeased, thinking that another pig's foot had made a fortune here at Mount Buzhou.

  What other place can compare to the Primordial Chaos? Apart from Mount Buzhou, it's probably the Three Immortals Island overseas. With endless regret, I bid farewell and set off towards the Overseas Penglai Fairy Island.

  They flew for three thousand years, and the two of them arrived above the Eastern Sea. The vast expanse was endless, and the Eastern Sea was probably not much smaller than the Primordial Chaos. Amidst the obscure and mysterious aura, they sensed that their destiny lay above the Eastern Sea, which was crucial to their own ascension. Following the pull of their primordial spirits, Ji Ling and Zhuo Ti rushed towards the depths of the Eastern Sea.