Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

Chapter 902 330: Burial Sea, Holy Temple Patriarch_2

"The Taiyin Divine Palace has successively captured the Heaven and Earth Mystic Sect, as well as the many disciples of our Heavenly Person sect.""Taiyin Divine Palace?" On the Divine Platform, the figure suddenly snorted coldly, "Not enough big slaps were thrown back then. A mere Taiyin dares confront me; if not for the Netherworld Lord's sake, I would have killed him long ago!"

At this moment, the aura of transcendence and aloofness, devoid of earthly concerns, vanished from this figure, replaced by an overwhelming dominance and the mundane air of worldly smoke.

One might say: quite down-to-earth.

Lu Qingyuan felt a shock in his heart.

The Master of Taiyin is the True Saint Ancestor of the Taiyin Divine Palace, once the third-ranking in the Nether Ruins Lineage, and even they nearly got "slapped to death" by his own ancestor...

What exactly is his own ancestor's identity?

Of course, the possibility of his ancestor boasting cannot be ruled out...

According to secret chronicles of past Daoist Masters, such situations aren't unheard of. The last recorded incident was 470,000 years ago, when his ancestor claimed to have fought the Saint King, slapped the Void Emperor, and mentored that All Phenomena junior...

The former was the leader of the Holy King Lineage, the latter the Overlord of the Void Lineage, and the last one was naturally the All Phenomena God Lord.

Lu Qingyuan steadied his heart and tentatively said, "How about our ancestor personally makes a visit to pressure the Taiyin Divine Palace to release our disciples?"

"Go where?" The ancestor retorted discontentedly, "Haven't I already told you all, I will not set foot in the Emperor Heaven territory. That cursed place, whoever likes it can go, let Taiyin come to me and see if I won't slap him!"

Lu Qingyuan was silent, thinking to himself that, indeed, it's better to maintain a sense of distance, even knowing his ancestor is a True Saint, he's losing reverence for his own ancestor.

"Then, shall we switch to another earth territory?" Lu Qingyuan inquired, "Even if we can't occupy the Ascension Platform, we must first establish a foothold, and later consider entering the Great Universe through the Heavenly Road."

After a brief silence, the ancestor on the Divine Platform sighed, "If only Ying Qiu were still around, I wouldn't have had to worry."

Lu Qingyuan was helpless; Xi Yingqiu was once their Holy Temple's Divine Prohibition but was led astray by the Heavenly Demon, and the sect had to make a sacrifice, publicly claiming that a misstep in cultivation led to madness.

"Ancestor, even if Ying Qiu were still around, he would have long broken through the Heavenly Person, unable to enter the Great Universe now."

Lu Qingyuan actively diverted the topic, to avoid it becoming heavy.

"Hm, I know."

The figure snorted, then unusually gravely said,

"Actually failing at the seventh Ascension Platform is no matter, it's close to the slumber ground of the Nether Ruins Lineage, sending you there was just to test the situation of the Nether Ruins Lineage."

"In the end, you group of inept ones don't even know who or how you were defeated, truly an embarrassment to me!"

Lu Qingyuan was surprised, his ancestor actually had alternative plans, was this merely a "test trial"?

Is this boasting too?

"Since that's the case, don't go embarrassing us at the seventh Ascension Platform anymore. I'll give you a coordinate, seek out the nearest Heavenly Road, then secretly infiltrate, and do not expose yourselves."

Taking the coordinates, Lu Qingyuan's gaze focused, the location was just a nebula away from the Yanhuang Federation.

"Is ancestor plotting something against the Yanhuang Federation?" Lu Qingyuan asked.

"I have no interest in that broken place; it's even more cursed than Emperor Heaven."

The ancestor unabashedly said from the platform,

"I never hold grudges past lives or present; when there's a feud, I settle it immediately. Only the account with Ying Qiu can't yet be closed."

"I reckon that Wuzhou scoundrel's most likely next descent will be that cursed Yanhuang Federation."

"Since you bunch of youngsters are not competent enough to seize the Ascension Platform, go ahead and lay the groundwork for me, establish a sacrificial altar, I'll need it when the time comes."

Lu Qingyuan steadied his mind, gravely said, "Ancestor thinks that the Four Demons might indeed descend upon the Yanhuang Federation?"

"Heh, those four have been quiet for ten thousand years, where do you think they've been watching in this time?"

The ancestor coldly laughed,

"Both Xuanji and Heavenly Mechanism lineages have calculated, and the place they're likely to descend upon is probably their true bodies. Else why would those fellows bother plotting alliances, collectively aiming at the Yanhuang Federation?"

Lu Qingyuan looked horrified.

Not just clones, but the true bodies?!

If the likes of the Heavenly Demon Wuzhou were to enter this realm in true form and merge with the Nether Sea that resonates with the Dao, wouldn't it be a step into heaven?!

No wonder All Saints inexplicably targeted that Yanhuang Federation so intently!

Lu Qingyuan's thoughts tumultuously surged, like stormy waves.

"Qingyuan, for someone your age, why can't your mind hold steady?"

Through the misty incense, the ancestor criticized.

Lu Qingyuan smiled bitterly, "Hearing news of the Four Demons' true form descending, it's truly hard for a disciple to keep calm; even a tiny negligence could result in the greatest cataclysm in history!"

"The greatest cataclysm in history?" The ancestor was nonchalant, the tone indifferent, saying, "We meet force with force, water with earth, what's there to fear? If they really come, just give them a good slap."

Listening to this figure speak with the highest transcendent tone about the most grounded matters, Lu Qingyuan's facial muscles twitched slightly.

"Alright, if you have no other matters, step down, don't obstruct me from enjoying the incense offerings of the masses."

At the ancestor's impatient prompt to leave, Lu Qingyuan silently paid his respects and withdrew from the Ancestral Temple.

He descended the temple steps slowly, his gaze penetrating the layered void worlds, seemingly seeing the imminent cataclysm looming ahead.

"A troublesome autumn..."