sinovels Chapter 1122: The Central Supreme Saint Emperor
Chapter 1122: The Central Supreme Saint Emperor
Chapter 1122: The Central Supreme Saint Emperor
At this time, the old scholar's eyes were bloodshot and his face was distorted with excitement. His ferocious appearance frightened Zhao Cailun.
"I say, if we are really no match for Saint Li, why don't we seek refuge with Saint Hunyuan in Zhenwu Mountain? No matter how powerful Saint Li is, he is no match for Saint Hunyuan." Zhao Cailun said with a burning gaze.
Mountain top
Cui Yu looked at the Saint of Etiquette, but heard the Saint of Etiquette sighing: "The old scholar knows that the Haoran lineage has no power to turn the tide, and now he is desperate and wants to drag all of us into it. Originally, scholars and Qigong practitioners were on two different paths, and everyone lived their own lives, but now that the old scholar has surrendered to the Saint of Hunyuan, the Saint of Hunyuan can use the old scholar to insert his hand into the Confucian school and swallow up the Confucian school's destiny. I know you are the head of Zhenwu Mountain, you have to help me!"
The Saint of Etiquette looked at Cui Yu with eager eyes. There was a hint of anxiety in his pupils, and his eyes were full of impatience. Cui Yu could see that the Saint of Etiquette was really angry.
Cui Yu hesitated for a moment before saying, "How about you also go and join that Hunyuan Saint?"
"I am the leader of a lineage. Asking me to bow my head and be humble is even more painful than killing me. You might as well just stab me to death with a knife!" Saint Li said unhappily.
Cui Yu looked at Saint Li, and after a slight hesitation, he said, "Do you know that the end of this world has come? Within five thousand years, this world will surely fall into the great catastrophe of the end of the law. At that time, all cultivators who cannot escape from the world will be left in the world to be buried with it."
"What?" Saint Li was shocked when he heard this, and his pupils shrank involuntarily: "Are you serious?"
"I have begun to give up all trivial matters and retreat to the Red Edict realm. Only by cultivating to the Red Edict realm can you survive in the chaos. The Red Edict realm is the lowest level of cultivation to survive in the chaos! If you get involved in a battle of luck, the two sides will fight back and forth for a thousand years, which will only delay your progress in cultivation. The Hunyuan Saint has already achieved the highest level of enlightenment. If you can get the essence of his teachings, you may have a chance to transcend." Cui Yu looked at the Saint of Etiquette and gave his most sincere advice: "For you, it is true that you should listen to the saint's great way and then look for opportunities to transcend."
After hearing Cui Yu's words, Saint of Etiquette could no longer sit still. What was the point of all the effort and planning he had put in, risking his life?
Now you tell him that everything will be in vain in five thousand years, how can he bear it?
"Don't lie to me! You deliberately tricked me into joining Zhenwu Mountain. I know that old scholar is your master. Are you trying to help your master to deceive me?" The Saint of Etiquette still couldn't believe it.
Cui Yu smiled upon hearing this and patted the Saint of Li on the shoulder: "Old Ancestor, think about it yourself! Should you use your time to impact the realm of Red Edict and fight for that ray of hope, or should you choose to waste your time on the struggle for the orthodoxy?"
"But if I can become the leader of a lineage, I can get a huge amount of luck and my cultivation will improve faster. If, as you said, after five thousand years, all things will become empty and only by practicing to the level of Red Edict can I escape, then I should fight for the destiny of heaven and earth! Only by getting the blessing of the destiny of heaven and earth can my cultivation improve faster." The Saint of Etiquette pondered for a long time before speaking, and then stared at Cui Yu with a pair of burning eyes: "Daoyou, you have to lend me a helping hand. I am willing to share the destiny of Confucianism with you."
How great is the destiny of Confucianism? It can be said that there is no lack of scholars in the land of China. As long as there are scholars, the destiny of their birth will bless the Confucian school.
Cui Yu looked at the Saint of Etiquette with his eyes, thinking countless thoughts in his mind. He and Saint of Etiquette had a close relationship, and it would be a bit bad if he just stood by and watched. But he himself was now being targeted by Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, and if he took action, he would definitely cause more trouble.
However, there is one thing that Saint Li said that is correct, and that is the huge blessing of luck. Without the huge blessing of luck, it would be wishful thinking for ordinary people to break through to the Golden Immortal of Daluo within five thousand years.
The atmosphere in the field became serious at this time. Countless thoughts were running through Cui Yu's mind. He had already developed a grudge against Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun. If he could find something for Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun to do, he would be happy to do so.
At this moment, Cui Yu had countless thoughts flashing through his mind: "I do have an idea."
"Do you have a way to resist Saint Hunyuan? What method do you have?" Saint Li's eyes suddenly lit up.
“If you become a powerful being at the level of a Hunyuan Sage, then won’t you be able to fight against that Jade Purity Yuanshi Tianzun?” Cui Yu said with a smile.
"If I had the ability to fight against Saint Hunyuan, would I have to come to you and beg for help?" Saint Li said unhappily.
Cui Yu smiled upon hearing this: "I mean...what if I have the ability to teach you to become a powerful person at the level of a Hunyuan Sage?"
The sage of rituals now occupies a huge share of Confucianism. What kind of merit is it to educate all living beings? It is not impossible to directly confer the title of sage. Not only is it possible, but the possibility is also very high.
If Saint Li possesses the power to fight against Yuanshi Tianzun, the two will then restrain each other, which will buy him more time.
"You...what can you do? You must know that there is a huge gap from the Green Edict to the Purple Edict, and then to the Emperor level!" Saint Li's eyes were full of disbelief.
The emperor-level deity is the Hunyuan Sage.
The Golden Edict is equivalent to the Golden Immortal.
Qingchi is equivalent to Taiyi.
The Red Edict is equivalent to Daluo.
The Purple Edict is equivalent to a quasi-saint.
Above the Purple Edict is the Emperor who commands the evil gods in a region, which is equivalent to the status of a Hunyuan Saint.
Cui Yu looked at the Saint of Etiquette. Since he wanted to gather his luck for his own use, he didn't need to hide anything from the Saint of Etiquette. "To be honest, I am destined to be a god. With the huge luck you have gathered now, you may have a chance to become an emperor."
"What?" Upon hearing this, Saint Li was shocked. His pupils shrank sharply and an expression of disbelief appeared in his eyes.
The one who was deified?
Are you kidding me?
Cui Yu is actually a deified person?
But soon, the Saint of Rites came to his senses. He finally understood why there were so many gods appearing on Zhenwu Mountain. All the gods in the world were in Cui Yu's hands. Couldn't Cui Yu confer titles on anyone he wanted? Couldn't Cui Yu do whatever he wanted?
"Fellow Daoist, you are hiding so well! Please lend me a helping hand!" The Saint of Etiquette looked at Cui Yu with a pair of eyes, and his voice was full of solemn oath: "If I can be conferred the title, I will definitely share the fate of the Confucian school with you in the future."
Cui Yu had a good impression of the Saint of Rites. The Saint of Rites had always admired him and wanted to accept him as a disciple. Cui Yu saw it all. Moreover, the two sides had cooperated several times. If Cui Yu didn't help the Saint of Rites, who else could he help?
"Since you have spoken, I should lend you a helping hand." Cui Yu was not polite. He waved his sleeves and the table was ready. Then he reached out his hand and picked up the pen to write on the table:
"I appoint the Saint of Rites as the Central Emperor, who controls all the ghosts and gods in the Central Heaven and Earth. You should be in awe of him!"
As Cui Yu picked up the pen and put it down, the next moment, golden bird seal characters fell on the scroll, and then the strokes were written smoothly.
Cui Yu looked at the smooth strokes and said to himself, "It's done! The great power and merits gathered by this sage are even deeper than I imagined."
Cui Yu's eyes were filled with surprise, and then he stretched out his hands, rolled up the scroll, and handed it to the Saint of Li: "Your Excellency, return to the Haoran lineage, set up the altar and announce it to the Heavenly Dao, and the matter will be settled."
He had not expected that things would go so smoothly, and at the moment he finished writing the imperial edict, Cui Yu felt as if there was an inexplicable force blessing him, making his soul move lightly, and his understanding of the laws and principles of the world was easier than he had imagined.
"Fate! This is the fate of heaven and earth! My appointment of a god has great merit in improving and operating the laws of heaven and earth. It can straighten out the karma between heaven and earth, help the operation of the way of heaven to find deficiencies and fill in the gaps, and delay the arrival of the catastrophe! The will of heaven and earth has bestowed me with fate, which is actually to encourage me to appoint more gods and make contributions to the operation of heaven and earth." Cui Yu suddenly realized.
Please note that it was not the will of heaven but the laws of heaven and earth that bestowed Cui Yu with destiny.
"If I confer titles on all 365 gods and billions of grass-head gods, will the operation of heaven and earth become better? Will the arrival of the great catastrophe of the end of the law be delayed?" Cui Yu said secretly in his heart.
"Don't dream! It's impossible! The reason why the Dharma Ending Catastrophe has come is because this world was destroyed by the fight between saints. You can only operate and straighten out the broken thrones, but the damaged origin of heaven and earth has not been repaired at all. What's the use of the broken thrones even if they operate well? A broken one will always be broken!" Chi You said in Cui Yu's ear.
Cui Yu sighed in his heart, but did not force it.
Over there, the Saint of Li received the divine position, and his eyes showed joy: "After receiving this divine position, I think that even if the old scholar has great abilities, he will never escape my control. I will decide the fate of the world's literature and Taoism."
His voice was full of pride.
The Saint of Li did not stay for a moment. He turned around and rushed to the mountain gate to prepare the altar for the sacrifice.
"I'm helping Saint Li to deal with Haoran's lineage. I don't know what Master will do if he finds out." Cui Yu looked at Saint Li's receding back, with a hint of emotion in his eyes: "But I have no choice! I have no choice!"
"I, Cui Yu, am not targeting people, but the matter. Saint Li is indeed much better to me than Saint Haoran! I am not heartless, so how can I remain indifferent?"
Cui Yu sighed.
(End of this chapter)