Longevity by Grinding Skills

Chapter 512: Chapter 512: This Is My Path of the Dao

"How will you compensate me?"

True Monarch Pu Du continued, his voice leisurely.

"This Treasure Tree of mine was cultivated over nine thousand seven hundred years. I gathered the Primordial Qi of countless Celestial Spirits and Earthly Fiends, nurtured it with my Primordial Spirit, and only then did I obtain this single Immortal Root capable of bearing an Origin Fruit.

The Rare Treasures integrated within it, the Heart and Spirit Origin I expended—can any common thing compare?

It carries a sliver of Dao Rhyme from the Nine Heavens Profound Vault, born of thunder and transformation. Destroying this tree is like severing my path of cultivation, like damaging the very foundation of my Primordial Sect!"

If he had only just entered the Early-Stage Golden Core realm, it would be just as True Monarch Pu Du claimed. But he had already reached the Mid-Stage Golden Core, and the Grotto Heaven Dojo he had condensed was already stable. He no longer needed to rely on a Fruit Position.

As precious as this Treasure Tree was, to him, it was of no great importance.

He watched Miaodi Bodhisattva’s expression grow increasingly solemn, and his tone suddenly shifted.

"Miaodi Bodhisattva, since you speak of atoning with sincerity... then I demand that you leave the Puchen Pure Land, come to my Immortal Mountain to serve as a Mountain Guardian General, and be subject to my command for a thousand years!"

At these words, Sanzang felt the world go dark before his eyes, while Wukong was so shocked his fur stood on end.

’This is no longer compensation; this is a blatant attempt to enslave a Great Bodhisattva of the Buddhist Sect.’

’It’s the ultimate desecration of the Puchen Pure Land’s dignity.’

’He’s clearly not looking for a peaceful resolution.’

"You!"

Miaodi Bodhisattva’s dignified expression finally cracked, a flush of shock and rage spreading from her neck to her hairline.

"The Primordial Demon Sect is truly worthy of its name. You have opened my eyes."

Miaodi’s expression quickly turned ice-cold.

True Monarch Pu Du roared with laughter. "Wonderful. You’ve even dropped the pious address. It’s not ’this humble nun’ anymore, is it?"

A tyrannical pressure from her Bodhisattva Golden Body erupted uncontrollably from within her, smashing into the Clear Mist Immortal Light surrounding True Monarch Pu Du.

The formless auras exploded in mid-air, and the ground of the entire courtyard rippled like waves.

Restriction seals surfaced all over Zhenyuan Temple, but they still couldn’t stop the artificial mountains from crumbling or the pavilions from creaking and groaning.

He took a step forward, the Clear Mist Immortal Light roiling like boiling water. "Since you are unwilling to abase yourself as a slave in compensation, Bodhisattva... then I’d like to see just what you’ll use to compensate me for my Celestial Spirit and Earth Evil Immortal Peach Tree.

What you’ll use to wash away the blood and injustice suffered by my Daoist Child! And what you’ll use to silence the wagging tongues of the world!"

The Clear Mist Immortal Light around True Monarch Pu Du was no longer ethereal and otherworldly. Now, it burned fiercely like boiling Nine Nether Lava, letting out a heart-stopping, sharp hiss. Even the surrounding void seemed unable to bear the terrifying pressure, silently being seared through and twisted out of shape.

The entire Zhenyuan Temple, this solemn dojo supported by the Magical Seal of the Wondrous-Existence Savior, let out a groan as if under an unbearable load.

The profound Runes covering the pavilions, halls, artificial mountains, and ponds were now like thin paper cast into a blazing fire, whimpering inch by inch as they shattered and disintegrated.

Under the overwhelming pressure, the remaining carved beams, painted rafters, and exquisite stone spires did not even leave dust behind, instantly turning into nothingness.

Miaodi Bodhisattva, bearing the brunt of the assault, was bathed in the hazy Immortal Light. The golden halo of Buddha Light protecting her body fluctuated violently, emitting a harsh CRACKING sound as if it could be utterly crushed by this terrifying power at any moment.

On her elegant and compassionate Bodhisattva face, it was finally impossible to maintain that air of transcendence.

’A storm raged in Miaodi Bodhisattva’s heart. The speed and determination with which he had torn away all pretense far exceeded her expectations, and his strength was beyond her imagination.’

Seeing his monstrous arrogance and his complete lack of intent to stop, she was even more shaken by the hint of cold calculation that didn’t belong with "rage." It pierced through her last shred of hesitation.

’This entire affair... has played right into his hands.’

Miaodi Bodhisattva sneered, no longer caring about saving face.

The Puchen Pure Land and the Primordial Demon Sect were natural enemies. One was Buddhist, the other Demonic. How could either tolerate the other?

"What a True Monarch Pu Du. What a ’Profound Sect’s True Calendar’.

Even if you’ve changed your skin and received a title from the Primordial Sect’s Nine Immortals Mountain, at your core, you’re still playing the Primordial Demon Sect’s old tricks—seizing by trickery and force, plucking feathers from a passing goose, and sucking the very marrow from the bones.

Destroying that demonic tree of yours, that evil thing, was the right thing to do.

It saves you from using the sweet lure of its Celestial Spirits and Earthly Fiends to bring chaos to the Eastern Wilderness and tempt people to their ruin."

These words tore away the last veil of civility, brazenly exposing the Primordial Sect’s actions for all to see.

This furious denunciation was a direct slap to the True Monarch’s face.

Hearing this, True Monarch Pu Du showed not a trace of anger. His eyes held an indifference completely stripped of emotion, like Ten Thousand Years Profound Ice sunk at the bottom of the Nine Abysses.

His gaze was no longer that of someone looking at an opponent, or even an enemy. It was the look of a Deity from the high heavens, gazing down upon an ant struggling in the dust.

His voice was terrifyingly calm.

"A mere rare plant, hardly worth mentioning. Compensation? Heh..."

The corner of True Monarch Pu Du’s mouth curved into a faint, yet bone-chilling, arc.

"Miaodi, are you truly ignorant, or are you just playing dumb?

’What I truly want is the Great Compassion and Great Mercy Light Lotus Victory Zizai King Buddha Fruit Position behind you.’

Naturally, True Monarch Pu Du would never say that last sentence out loud. Doing it was one thing, but saying it would be a world of trouble.

For all he knew, if he spoke those words, the World Honored One Tathagata himself might just manifest a new incarnation and come down to personally put him in his place.

His sleeves fluttered without a wind, whipping about as immense Magical Power surged within them.

But he had to obtain the Zizai King Buddha Fruit Position. Even if he couldn’t take the Fruit Position itself, he had to at least harvest its Root Origin Qi.

For all who set foot on the Golden Core Dao, forming a Golden Core is merely the first glimpse through the gate.

To climb to the peak of the Great Dao and reach the Late-Stage Golden Core, one must find three Dao Fruits whose Origins are mutually generative and whose mysteries are compatible. One must then forcibly smelt them into the Golden Core to forge a higher Dao Foundation and step into the Late-Stage Golden Core realm.

And to go even further, to seek the rank of Nascent Soul Daoist Lord, one must gather five mutually generative Dao Fruits. Only then is there a sliver of Vitality, a chance to glimpse the Realm of Daoist Lord—a state Beyond the Material World, in command of a Cosmic True Method.

That Zizai King Buddha Fruit naturally contained three supreme Origins: Reincarnation, Universal Salvation, and the blissful Pure Land.

These three Origins were interlinked, forming a supreme foundation for smelting even more Dao Fruits. More importantly, it was the perfect key for True Monarch Pu Du to break through the shackles of the Late-Stage Golden Core and peer into a higher realm.

He had been waiting for many years.

Now that the Puchen Pure Land had initiated the Ritual, he certainly wasn’t going to sit back and do nothing.

"Miaodi, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll strip away the Origin of your Fruit Position yourself and offer it to me."

Miaodi Bodhisattva sneered, dropping all pretense.

"In your dreams."

A cold light exploded in Pu Du’s eyes. The Immortal Light around him blazed, shining like a hazy, turbid sun. "Today, I will seize the Root Qi of your Fruit Position and add fuel to the fire of my Dao path!"

WHOOSH!

The last word had barely left his lips when Miaodi Bodhisattva, before she could even reply, felt her hand suddenly lighten.

Her Jade Purification Bottle, a Buddhist Treasure that had been with her for many years, let out a mournful cry under the dual impact of True Monarch Pu Du’s words—which had triggered the Dao Principles—and his immense pressure. It then exploded.

Fragments of the warm, white jade bottle scattered like Ice Crystals. The sweet dew it had nurtured spilled into the void, instantly evaporated by a violent storm of Evil Qi.

"Beneath the Bodhi Tree are three thousand worlds! In this land, there shall be the Vajra’s Furious Gaze!"

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