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Chapter 172: Amitabha's Buddha
Chapter 172: Amitabha’s Buddha
One day later.
Lv Yang pushed aside the unconscious Piaomiao Immortal Fairy with a weary sigh. Truthfully, he hadn’t only considered energy cultivation methods to extract information.
For instance, he had tried using the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner to transform her into a banner spirit.
But it failed. Piaomiao’s True Spirit wasn’t even within her physical body—the banner couldn’t absorb her, let alone refine her into a spirit.
So he’d gritted his teeth, stripped off his robes, and taken matters into his own hands.
After battling Piaomiao for three hundred rounds, leaving her battered and begging for mercy, he finally extracted the information he needed.
“The Imperial Decree of Golden Inscription.”
This was the secret buried deepest in the Piaomiao Immortal Fairy’s heart. It was also the foundation of the Immortal Alliance—and the entire Emerald Sun Cultivation Realm. The reason was simple:
The so-called Spiritual Roots were fragments of this artifact!
Yet this treasure hadn’t originated here. It had been brought in from outside, a fact dating back to the formation of the Immortal Alliance thousands of years ago.
“My earlier suspicions were correct.”
When the Immortal Alliance first formed, local cultivators of the Emerald Sun Realm clashed with an invading “celestial demon” from another domain, resulting in massive casualties.
The Immortal Alliance had since rewritten history, making people believe the demon was an entire race and the conflict a grand war.
But that wasn’t true.
The “celestial demon” had been just one person. The battle between the realm’s cultivators and this demon hadn’t been a war—it had been a massacre.
The invader had nearly annihilated the entire Emerald Sun Realm.
Only when some cowardly cultivators surrendered had the demon spared them, ordering them to establish the Immortal Alliance in his name.
After restructuring the realm’s entire order, the demon had left behind the Imperial Decree of Golden Inscription before vanishing. From then on, Spiritual Roots emerged, transforming the realm into a land where all living beings became raw materials for cultivation.
There was no doubt—it was the work of a Holy Sect True Man.
When Lv Yang realized who had left the artifact, he muttered in bitter revelation: “I almost forgot about you.”
Fortune Immortal!
Yes—according to Piaomiao’s memories, it was Fortune Immortal who had slaughtered his way through the Emerald Sun Realm, restructured its order, and left behind the artifact.
In an instant, old grudges surged.
Lv Yang hadn’t forgotten—during his fourth life, this very man had appeared out of nowhere and stolen his hard-earned spoils after battle.
“Was this place his design?”
Lv Yang pondered, then shook his head. “No. Even before he arrived, the Emerald Sun Realm and its cultivation system already existed. Rather than calling it his doing, it was more like he seized someone else’s nest. This place was originally the work of an ancient True Man, later taken over by Fortune Immortal. Even this act might’ve been done secretly, hiding it from Chongguang True Man.”
After all, Fortune Immortal and Chongguang True Man were bitter, lifelong rivals.
“Under his design, the entire Emerald Sun Realm became a vast cultivation farm. Every cultivator raised here would eventually serve one purpose.”
The Imperial Decree of Golden Inscription!
Fortune Immortal had left this artifact. It fragmented into Spiritual Roots, restricting cultivation while seizing control of every cultivator’s fate—even Grand Harmony Cultivators.
“One Breakthrough into Dao Harmony, and one’s True Spirit is instantly absorbed by this artifact, branded and turned into a tool for refining treasures. The only benefits are extended lifespan and the ability to temporarily borrow the artifact’s power to fake Foundation Building—just to make the cultivators more usable.”
In essence, they were all disposable.
Even the name Emerald Sun Cultivation Realm came from Fortune Immortal, for the Imperial Decree of Golden Inscription was a True Treasure—a tier above even Spirit Treasures.
“Billions of mortals, millions of cultivators… used to refine a single True Treasure. Emerald Sun cultivation—truly refining a True Treasure with the blood and bones of an entire realm!”
What audacity!
What cruelty!
“At the time, Fortune Immortal should’ve already undergone Reincarnation. Setting up this realm was likely preparation for reclaiming his former power.”
Suddenly, Lv Yang’s eyes widened.
“Not good!”
If the Grand Harmony Cultivators’ True Spirits were tethered to the Imperial Decree of Golden Inscription, could the Immortal Alliance use it to track him?
*
At the Immortal Alliance headquarters in the Chaotic Currents Sea…
“We’ve found their location!”
Inside a grand hall, a Power Talisman floated midair. Eleven Grand Harmony Cultivators simultaneously channeled their energy into it.
The talisman, neither metal nor jade, seemed lightweight but radiated gravity. Ancient runes coiled like kēdǒu (tadpoles), forming shapes of clouds, dragons, and celestial birds. When activated, it rained multicolored petals and golden light, with winds, fires, and waters swirling—a spectacle both near and distant.
“Should we pursue them?”
One hesitant Grand Harmony Cultivator asked, “This person easily captured Piaomiao. Confronting them could be dangerous. Perhaps we should seek outside help.”
“Coincidentally, I’ve just the ally.”
The speaker was Mu Huan, a cultivator renowned for his travels overseas and friendships. Recently, he’d encountered a remarkable figure.
“I invited him to the Immortal Alliance a few days ago. He claims to be a disciple of the Blissful Purity Pure Land in Jiangxi of the Central Plains. That Pure Land rivals the Holy Sect itself! With his aid, our chances will increase.”
“Won’t he fear the Holy Sect?”
“Not at all!” Mu Huan chuckled. “He told me he recently clashed with Holy Sect disciples, defeating them effortlessly.”
“Truly?”
Hearing this, the cultivators grew hopeful. More allies meant better odds. Mu Huan took out a communication talisman to summon aid.
Yet he withheld one key detail—Lv Yang might be a Holy Sect True Man. The Holy Sect’s reputation was too fearsome; revealing it might scare off their new ally.
Before long, a streak of light descended.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
The light faded, revealing a young monk in ornate robes, holding a nine-ringed staff, his expression serene and compassionate.
Mu Huan hurried forward. “Master, we must trouble you today.”
The monk shook his head, smiling. “I left the Pure Land precisely to save sentient beings. Saving one life surpasses building seven pagodas.”
“With Piaomiao in peril, how could I stand idly by?”
At his words, the cultivators’ faces lit with admiration. Mu Huan clasped his hands. “Then I’ll activate the Imperial Decree of Golden Inscription now. With its guidance, a thousand miles are but a blink.”
The monk lowered his eyes, skillfully concealing the greed flashing within.
“Leave it to me.” He waved a hand, exuding confidence that steadied Mu Huan and the others.
The next moment, the Imperial Decree of Golden Inscription blazed with light.
The monk felt the world shift—then found himself standing with the Immortal Alliance cultivators over a vast ocean. His divine consciousness swept the area, locating a hidden underwater cave.
‘Haha! Time to shine!’
The monk had journeyed overseas for decades, fleeing dangers in the Central Plains. Life here had been effortless, especially after his master’s death, when the Bodhisattva personally named him successor. Overseas life was far more comfortable than the mainland’s—no sudden encounters with a certain Holy Sect demon named Lv Yang.
He cleared his throat, ready to perform.
“Foul demon! Release Piaomiao at once!”
With a thunderous chant of Amitabha Buddha, he channeled his energy. A golden hand of light tore through the sea, revealing the cave below.
“Witness my Great Majesty—”
Wait.
The monk froze mid-sentence. Standing at the cave’s entrance was a familiar black-robed figure—Lv Yang.
His body trembled, nearly losing his soul.
“This is truly…”
Stepping out, Lv Yang spotted the monk, surprised—then grinned. “Why, it’s Companion Guangming! Seems we’re destined to meet again.”
Destined?
Guangming forced a smile, his heart screaming: Amitabha Buddha! How could this demon appear again!
(End of Chapter)
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