Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Chapter 589 - 590 Patriarch Bodhi, 72 Transformations [First Update]

"That man is named Wu Tian," Wu Tian chuckled.

"Right, right, right! I remember now, that man’s name is Wu Tian! Sect Leader, we absolutely must not get involved with him," the Meat and Wine Monk, Dao Feng, muttered.

Wu Tian chuckled. "Too late."

"Why?"

"Because I am Wu Tian."

"What? You... you’re the Wu Tian who killed the Regent King and Dao Zuo, King Xiuyuan’s master?" Only then did the Meat and Wine Monk realize what kind of sect he had just stumbled into. Wu Tian had killed those two. When King Xiuyuan emerged from his seclusion, who could possibly protect them?

Isn’t this a death sentence? Dying isn’t the worst part! What really matters is that all the delicious food and wine will be gone from my life. Now that’s a tragedy.

The Meat and Wine Monk was so scared his mouth twitched, and he looked as if he were about to cry.

"M-Most respected Sect Leader, I know you are a man of great compassion." The Meat and Wine Monk’s eyes darted around as he continued shamelessly, "Just think of me as a fart and let me go. I... I’ll stop eating meat and drinking wine. I’ll go back to reciting scriptures."

Wu Tian looked at Dao Feng with amusement.

"I’m serious, Sect Leader!" Dao Feng pleaded, looking at Wu Tian. "I’ve had a revelation... There’s nothing good about meat and wine! Please, just let me go. In your infinite compassion, let me return to being a good monk!"

"Compassion? You’re thinking of the Buddha or a Bodhisattva. Unfortunately for you, I’m neither," Wu Tian chuckled.

"This..." Dao Feng was crestfallen. It seemed Wu Tian had no intention of letting him go.

He had no desire to die alongside Wu Tian. Killing the Regent King and Dao Zuo! Even with protection, it would be useless. The crime was simply too great. He didn’t want to pay for it with his life.

Oh, Buddha... I know my six senses are impure, but I’ve recited your scriptures for so long! Can’t you grant me a better fate?

"Shut up and follow me inside," Wu Tian said, leading them into Duke Guang’s Mansion. The Meat and Wine Monk was escorted in under guard, his face a mask of reluctance.

"What if... what if I were to run away? No, I mean, what if I were to suddenly disappear? What would you do?" the monk asked, clinging to a sliver of hope.

Wu Tian glanced at him. Turning this Meat and Wine Monk into the next Ji Gong is going to be a long road.

"Suddenly disappear? No. In life, you are a man of the Heavenless Gate, and in death, you will be a ghost of the Heavenless Gate," Wu Tian said seriously. "Before you could ’suddenly disappear,’ I would kill you first. I’d be doing you a favor! A sudden disappearance surely means you’ve met with misfortune. Better to die by my hand than by someone else’s. Hmm... no need to thank me."

"I..." The Meat and Wine Monk was stunned silent.

His expression quickly changed, however, morphing into a beaming smile. "No, no, I would never disappear! I will steadfastly follow in your footsteps, Sect Leader. My loyalty to you is as constant as the sun and moon, as eternal as the green mountains! In other words, it is unswerving! My devotion is stronger than steel, and I will follow you through life and death..."

"Shut up!" Wu Tian cut him off.

Shameless! This monk is absolutely shameless! Still, I’m confident I can shape him into the next Ji Gong.

After getting the Meat and Wine Monk settled, Qin Yuhan took the little one to play with two of her maids. Si’er, meanwhile, consulted with the City Lord of Guang about how to handle the calamity Wu Tian had brought upon them.

They had no idea that to Wu Tian, this was hardly a calamity. It was merely a trivial affair in the Xiuyuan Country.

The Heavenless Gate has few members now, but it will grow and become the Heavenless Immortal Domain! I will make the Heavenly Court manifest in this world once more! No matter who destroyed my old Heavenless Immortal Domain, I will ensure they die a miserable death!

Wu Tian walked back to his room. The City Lord of Guang had arranged a very quiet chamber for him, situated next to a small lake. The decor was simple, like a study, filled with a scholarly air.

I’m bored. Might as well cultivate. Let’s see what cultivation techniques are in the Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House. Wu Tian entered the Nine Dragon Ring. With the Creation Martial Emperor’s ring, he could enter it with his entire body, rendering him invincible.

The Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House was the legacy of countless gods and buddhas. There, Wu Tian found a cultivation technique: the 72 Transformations.

Speaking of the 72 Transformations, there was likely not a single person from Dragon Country on Earth who hadn’t heard of it. It was the famous Daoist Magic of Sun Wukong from the epic *Journey to the West*. In the myths, this ability referred specifically to transformations. It was distinct from the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques mentioned in the *Compendium of Gods and Immortals Through the Ages*, as they came from different books with different lore.

At this moment, the Daoist seals for the 72 Transformations were carved upon a wall in the Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House.

Who could possibly comprehend such Daoist seals? They were the mystery of mysteries, the door to all wonders.

Wu Tian reached out and gently touched the wall. It erupted in a radiant glow. A figure materialized before him. It was still taking shape when a celestial poem echoed through the space.

"The Golden Immortal of Great Enlightenment, a form without stain,

is the wondrous Patriarch Bodhi from the Western Plain.

Never born, never dying, his path through the three realms is made,

full of spirit, full of qi, with boundless mercy displayed.

His serene, empty nature shifts as it will,

his true self acts freely, perfectly still.

A solemn form, with a lifespan that equals the sky,

a great, enlightened master through all kalpas gone by."

An elderly Daoist appeared before Wu Tian.

This isn’t his true form. Even though my spiritual power is diminished, as an Immortal Emperor, my insight remains. I can tell this is likely Master Puti.

"Daoist friend," Wu Tian said calmly.

Master Puti smiled faintly, seeming to merge with nature itself. "Daoist friend," he replied in kind.

Then, Master Puti began to speak slowly. "This humble Daoist is but a wisp of qi, and the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. This wisp of mine has two purposes. First, to impart what must be imparted. Second, I can intervene on your behalf three times. Remember, only three. After the third time, this wisp of qi will cease to exist."

Wu Tian nodded. Master Puti could act three times. Even if it was just a wisp of qi, it was no simple thing.

"I am not the original body," the master continued. "There are certain Dharmas I know but cannot fully impart. What I can teach you are the Arts of the Heavenly Spirit, which comprise thirty-six transformations, and the Arts of the Earthly Fiend, which comprise seventy-two transformations."

Wu Tian smiled. "The 72 Transformations, naturally."

"In that case, come closer, and I shall pass the mantra to you," Master Puti said. He then leaned in and whispered into Wu Tian’s ear. Whatever profound secrets he shared, they caused Wu Tian to nod repeatedly. "Excellent. Truly, truly excellent."

Wu Tian knew that learning this through normal cultivation would be impossible. Who knows how long that would take? It could take an eternity. He then thought of his Formless Starry Sky Scripture, which could simulate any cultivation technique in the world.

Using the Formless Starry Sky Scripture as a foundation, he began to simulate the 72 Transformations. Instantly, all its mysteries unfolded within his mind. A confident smile touched Wu Tian’s lips as he savored the beauty of the technique.

The next moment, his form began to change.

Seeing this, even Master Puti’s eyes widened in astonishment.

He is indeed our last hope.

Wu Tian’s body finished its transformation. He now had the antlers of a deer, the head of a camel, the eyes of a rabbit, the neck of a snake, the belly of a clam, the scales of a fish, the claws of an eagle, the paws of a tiger, and the ears of an ox.

He had become a Divine Dragon.