ATPnovel Chapter 52 Phoenix Perches and Comprehends the Dao
Chapter 52 Phoenix Perches and Comprehends the Dao
Chapter 52 Phoenix Perches and Comprehends the Dao
In the land of the Northern Sea, time flows on and on.
Since Xuan Gui took on Xuan Gui as his disciple, the usually quiet and lonely Kunpeng Palace has gained a touch of Daoist teaching.
Kunpeng did not hold back; every so often, he would sit on the cloud platform and give a private lecture to his chief disciple.
From the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top and the Five Qi Converging at the Origin of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, it is discussed that the secrets of severing the corpse and the evolution of laws in the Quasi-Saint realm are discussed.
Xuan Gui Dao Ren was originally transformed from the remnant body of a chaotic god and demon. Although he was once trapped by his physical body and his mind was muddled, his understanding and affinity for the Great Dao were instincts engraved deep within his true spirit.
Now that he has shed his old body and reshaped his Dao body, and with the personal guidance of a powerful being like Kunpeng, a Primordial Golden Immortal, his previously sealed potential has been completely released like a volcanic eruption.
His cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, unstoppable.
Tens of thousands of years is but a fleeting moment for all living beings in the primordial world, but for the Xuan Turtle Daoist, it is a transformative metamorphosis.
On this day, in a side hall of Kunpeng Palace.
A vast and powerful Daoist aura surged into the sky, stirring up the winds and clouds above the Northern Sea.
The Xuan Turtle Daoist sat cross-legged on a futon, with auspicious clouds rolling above his head. Three large golden lotuses slowly bloomed, each with nine grades of beauty and a thousand strands of auspicious energy.
Five pure innate five elements flowed in his chest, converging and gathering at the origin.
"boom"
With a thunderous roar, Xuan Gui Dao Ren's body shone with golden light, and the aura belonging to a perfected Great Luo Golden Immortal was completely stabilized!
Proving the greatness of Luo again!
Moreover, this time, he is no longer the kind of bloated immortal who has magic power but no realm, but a true Golden Immortal with a solid foundation, profound virtue and fortune, and a promising path to the Great Dao!
"Thank you for your teachings, Master!"
Xuan Gui Daoist slowly finished his practice, stood up and bowed deeply towards the main hall, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration.
He knew that without his master's guidance and cultivation, he would probably still be sleeping in the dark seabed, waiting for his tragic death.
Meanwhile, on the primordial continent, at Phoenix Perch Mountain.
This is a blessed land, a place of outstanding natural beauty and auspiciousness, and the sacred site of Nuwa and Fuxi.
At this moment, deep within the Nuwa Palace.
The goddess Nuwa, dressed in a rainbow-colored feathered robe, with unparalleled beauty, sat cross-legged on a cloud bed.
Behind her, the two corpses, one good and one evil, had already been severed. One had a kind and benevolent face and held a red embroidered ball; the other had a cold and majestic appearance and held a map of mountains and rivers.
The two corpses were connected to the original body's energy, causing Nuwa's aura to reach the peak of the mid-stage Quasi-Saint realm, just one step away from the late stage.
However, this final step was like an insurmountable chasm standing in her way.
"Severing the three corpses—difficult, more difficult than ascending to heaven!"
Nuwa slowly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes revealing a hint of weariness and confusion that she could not hide.
She tried countless times to sever the self-obsession that had consumed her, but she could never find the way.
Obsessions are the hardest to let go of, especially when one reaches her level. What she is attached to is often enlightenment and eternity, which is a paradox in itself.
"Since I cannot sever the corpse, then I will comprehend the Primordial Purple Qi and attain sainthood through merit."
Nuwa thought to herself, her divine sense sinking into the purple palace between her eyebrows, attempting to communicate with the foundation for enlightenment bestowed by Hongjun.
However, although the Primordial Purple Qi was circulating within her primordial spirit, it was always separated by a thin layer of mist, making it visible to her but intangible.
"My teacher once said that I have great merit and can become a saint."
"Although the heavenly marriage I had previously married brought me merit, it was not enough for me to attain enlightenment."
"Where exactly does the great opportunity for sainthood lie?"
Nuwa stood up, walked out of the Nuwa Palace, and looked down at the vast and desolate land beneath her feet.
Everywhere you look, there is a battle between witches and demons, with war raging everywhere, causing immense suffering to all races and leaving behind only cries of despair.
Looking at those creatures struggling in the great calamity and killing each other for survival, Nuwa's long-standing idea of "creation" suddenly became even stronger.
"Heaven and earth are ruthless; they treat all things like straw dogs."
"Although this prehistoric world is vast and there are many races, they are all brave and fierce, and their violent nature is deep-rooted."
"If there could be a being that both conforms to the way of Heaven, possesses benevolence, knows etiquette, and understands the will of Heaven, perhaps—"
Could it bring a glimmer of life to this desolate wilderness?
As soon as this thought came to mind, Nuwa felt her primordial spirit tremble violently, as if she had grasped some crucial clue.
But that thin layer of paper remained unbroken.
She was like a traveler standing at the entrance of a treasure trove, knowing full well that there was treasure inside, but unable to find the key to open the door.
"Creation — Creation —"
"Who can dispel the doubts in my heart?"
In a moment of inspiration, Nuwa's gaze inexplicably turned towards the distant north.
There, there is a palace, and there is a great being who once transformed decay into magic in a sea of blood, creating the Asura race.
"Kunpeng————"
Nuwa pictured the figure who always sat in the first seat, with a calm yet unfathomable expression.
"He was able to create the Asura race and attract Heavenly Merit, perhaps—he knows something?"
Once this thought was made up of her mind, Nuwa no longer hesitated.
She did not disturb her brother Fuxi, who was in seclusion refining the formation, but instead rode alone on a seven-colored auspicious cloud, leaving Phoenix Perch Mountain and heading straight for the Northern Sea.
In the Northern Sea, before the Kunpeng Palace.
Nuwa descended from the clouds and looked at the magnificent palace before her, which combined the Treasure Dividing Rock with immeasurable merit, possessed a myriad of magnificent features, and exuded a profound Daoist aura. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"This Kunpeng is truly a person with great opportunities and great perseverance."
Although the two had an unpleasant past when they fought over the gourd vine at Buzhou Mountain, this did not prevent Nuwa from recognizing the strength of this demon ancestor.
"Squeak—"
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The moment Nuwa stood still, the tightly closed palace gates suddenly opened by themselves.
A middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a black robe and exuding a calm demeanor walked out of the door and bowed respectfully to Nuwa: "Disciple Xuan Gui of Beiming pays respects to Goddess Nuwa."
"Master has been waiting for Your Majesty in the main hall for a long time. Your Majesty, please."
"A black tortoise?"
Nuwa glanced at the Taoist priest, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
She could naturally tell that this Taoist had an extraordinary background and had already attained the Great Luo Dao Fruit. She never expected that he was Kunpeng's newly accepted disciple.
"It seems that Fellow Daoist Kunpeng had already foreseen my arrival."
Nuwa nodded slightly, her opinion of Kunpeng rising even higher, before stepping into the palace.
Inside the main hall, Kunpeng sat high in the main seat, his body emanating no magical power whatsoever, yet giving people a sense of unfathomable depth, like an abyss or a prison.
Upon seeing Nuwa enter, Kunpeng did not rise, but merely smiled slightly and gestured with his hand, saying, "Junior Sister Nuwa, how have you been?"
"Junior Sister has severed her two corpses, and her cultivation has greatly improved. She is only one step away from the Saint Realm. Congratulations!"
"But I noticed a worry on your face, Junior Sister, and you seem distracted. Is it because you're troubled by the matter of attaining enlightenment?"
Nuwa was startled upon hearing this.
Before she could even speak, the Kunpeng had already revealed her purpose and inner conflict in a single sentence!
"Senior brother, you truly have discerning eyes."
Nuwa didn't mince words. She sat down in the guest seat and got straight to the point: "To be honest, senior brother, although I have severed my two corpses, I am stuck at the last step and have been unable to attain enlightenment."
"I have heard that my senior brother created the Asura race in the sea of blood and gained great merit. I also have the idea of creating something great, but I have never been able to grasp the key point, as if a crucial link is missing."
"I have come today to seek your guidance, senior brother. I hope you will be generous in your teachings and point out my confusion."
After saying this, Nuwa stood up and bowed solemnly to Kunpeng.
This gesture of respect has nothing to do with status; it is solely for seeking the Way.