Chapter 902: Wei Xuanyin

Luoxia Plain.

The sky was dim. Sword light flickered as a man in black stood silently in the dark, heavy wind, holding a bronze sword. The bronze sword still glowed brilliantly, as if it had just severed the Dharma Body of a Compassionate One, making its radiance blinding. Swirling sand, dust, and faint light drifted before him, and the sound of cracking earth and stone resonated all around.

He held his ground, dark winds swirling around him. Not far away, True Immortal Zhusheng stood with his sword drawn, stabilizing the ceaselessly whistling purple-red light.

Kuiqi's expression was calm, his gaze icy. Ning Wan, on the other side, was even more silent. The Solar Dao Lineage had staked all its forces in this great battle.

Apart from Ning Wan herself, there were Tinglan from Ziyan Blessed Land, Kuiqi and Hou Fu from Xiukui, Yushui from the Chen Clan, Zhaojing from the Li Clan, Zhusheng from Shahuan, True Immortal Luo from the Southern Borders, Chehong from the Pure One Dao, True Immortal Kuang Yu, a friend of Hengxing, and even Ling Mei from the Sword Sect! Even Zhu Gong, who had gone overseas, had rushed back, silently waiting at Xiaoshi Mountain to assist Tinglan.

‘If there's a next time, it would be impossible to gather more people than this!’

Everyone charged into this place, and at first, they indeed advanced like a hot knife through butter, severely wounding Zhe Lu. However, Luoxia, being right before the Zhao Kingdom, was naturally the first place to receive reinforcements, so enemies arrived swiftly. They had arrived, and neither Kuiqi nor Ning Wan had ever thought they could simply take advantage of the North and leave freely. However, the continuous stream of enemies exceeded their expectations.

The most striking presence was the colossal golden body before them, towering into the clouds and dazzlingly bright. It took four Purple Mansion cultivators to suppress it together, causing this plain to shimmer with divine abilities, radiate light everywhere, and stir up rolling dust.

Compassion Dao cultivators were typically depicted with large bellies, but this golden body was quite different; it was hunched and bowed low. Though clearly a magnificent and boundless golden body, it resembled a hunched old man, bent almost in half at the waist. Attached to its arms was a colossal, towering golden mountain, covered in lotuses and filled with gold. High monks chanted scriptures, disciples sought knowledge, some sat cross-legged, others stood suspended in the air. The mountain itself was vast, and the people on it were tiny as ants, numbering in the tens of millions. It was as if it bore an entire Buddhist Kingdom, truly magnificent.

This Buddhist Kingdom connected heaven and earth, linked directly to the boundless Buddhist Pure Land. Thousands of rays of light descended from the sky, empowering the monks on the mountain, and then augmenting the Dharma Body of the Mahakaya bearing this mountain, as if solidifying into reality.

The Seventh Mahakaya of the Compassion Dao—Beigu.

His waist was bent extremely low. The face turned towards the earth was full of guilt and unease. Yet behind the golden body's head, there was another face, growing from the Fengfu acupoint, almost reaching its neck, which expressed compassion and pity, quietly and smilingly gazing at the golden mountain on its back.

As Murong Xia achieved the Ninth Incarnation, connecting with the Dharma Manifestation and no longer leaving the Buddhist Pure Land, this person was currently the most revered Mahakaya of the Compassion Dao, and also the fastest cultivating Mahakaya in history. Even the Mahakaya Jinlian, famous for his extraordinary talent, was far inferior to him in terms of promotion speed.

His path was even more peculiar; he seemed to cultivate his own Buddhist Pure Land, which was closely linked to the Compassion Dao. The Pure Land's radiance was extremely strong and indivisible, possessing immense power.

He alone was here, being besieged by everyone. Even after subsequent reinforcements arrived to relieve the siege, Ning Wan, Chehong, Hou Fu, and Yushui, four individuals, remained to besiege him. Even though his Dharma Body wavered and he spat golden blood, the two faces on his bowed head, almost touching the ground, still displayed compassion, pity, guilt, and unease, without a hint of change.

“What an astonishing Buddhist Kingdom.”

Hou Fu watched his opponent, his expression grim. The wondrous artifact in his hand flew up, connecting to the brown spiritual pouch in the air, releasing dense, brilliant solar light that poured onto the precious radiance surrounding the opponent. In his hand was Xiukui's spiritual treasure, the Solar-Emitting Precious Pouch. It was both a spiritual treasure and a Solar Dao artifact, most capable of eradicating evil and dispelling demons. Even a Buddhist cultivator, struck by this light, would feel as if burning coals had fallen on them, making it impossible to resist.

Yet the Mahakaya Beigu before them, bathed in this solar light, although clearly somewhat restrained by it, surprisingly did not experience the usual dissipation of magic power or dissolution of divine abilities, showing no signs whatsoever of evil being eradicated or demons dispelled. This was extremely embarrassing, even causing Chehong, who stood nearby, to secretly frown.

On the other side, Buddhist chants echoed in the air. True Immortal Ling Mei of the Sword Sect held the Great Snow Severing Blade, his expression icy, facing three Mahakayas: the Sixth Incarnation Zhe Lu, the Third Incarnation Daisai, and the First Incarnation Nuzi! The Sixth Incarnation Mahakaya Zhe Lu, covered in eyes, was undoubtedly the most miserable among the Northern forces. Riddled with holes, over seventy percent of his eyes had been pierced and shattered. If not for his alliance with Daisai and Nuzi, and the assistance of Compassionate Ones forming formations, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand Ling Mei's methods.

Setting aside this area of whistling sword energy, True Immortal Kuiqi, holding his ritual sword, also faced immense pressure. The man before him, True Immortal Tuoba Ci of the Tuoba Clan, emanated profound yellow energy and had a fierce expression. Wearing a tall crown and broad sash, his feather robe gleamed. His cultivation was also at the mid-Purple Mansion stage, and the spiritual artifact in his hand was a great halberd. His divine abilities were exquisite and imposing. The Tuoba Clan itself was among the imperial descendants who fared best; even their Grotto-Heaven had been preserved, and they were considered descendants of Golden Core cultivators. Their Dao Lineage was naturally not much inferior to Xiukui's, and with two Compassionate Ones assisting them, they even subtly gained an advantage.

True Immortal Zhusheng held the Jade True Sword. Beside him stood a female cultivator in light blue garments, her face pale, who was True Immortal Kuang Yu, a friend of Hengxing. Together, they were battling a demonic cultivator shrouded in rolling white energy, whose Dao Lineage was indiscernible.

Ning Wan silently swept her gaze, taking everything in.

‘The cultivators from the Helian Clan aren't here... The opponent clearly has the situation well under control. Helian Wumeng's whereabouts are unknown, and it's even possible that Helian Wujiang has also arrived...’

The forces at Cailu Mountain should not be able to stop Li Ximing, but there had been no news for a long time, which must mean someone had intervened with reinforcements. The fact that no new enemies arrived from the east meant Li Ximing had already done his utmost. As for the situation in the North, Ning Wan was not completely ignorant, but in terms of detailed information, she was definitely no match for Kuiqi. Ever since Kuiqi specifically sent Tinglan to deliver a 'Chongyang Constellation Control Disk' to Li Ximing and relocated True Immortal Luo, who was originally supposed to go to Xiaoshi Mountain, Ning Wan actually had a premonition that the pressure on Li Ximing's side would definitely not be small. She just didn't dare to say much... At this point, whose pressure would be light?

At this point, she didn't know what Kuiqi before her was thinking, nor what other tactics the North had, nor how such precise information was personally transmitted from the North to Kuiqi's hands, or which Northern figure secretly leaked it. But there was no turning back!

‘Staying in the formation means waiting for death. These Purple Mansion cultivators cannot keep guarding indefinitely. Only by fighting with all our might!’

But how easy was that?

The golden body, prostrated on the ground, bearing the golden mountain, remained motionless, allowing the four to besiege it. Its face opened and closed its mouth, emitting a calm, solemn, thunder-like voice:

“Esteemed benefactors! You have achieved divine abilities, but lack the roots of wisdom, making it difficult to enter the Buddhist Pure Land. My path does not wish to needlessly accumulate karma of killing. I hope you will retreat quickly, surrender the Great Yuanguang Hidden Mountain, and return what belongs to my Pure Land!”

This voice spread, carrying a light of purity and serenity, sweeping away the converging divine abilities. True Immortal Chehong of the Pure One Dao looked embarrassed, the lunar radiance in his hand receded, and his face showed hatred. The Great Yuanguang Hidden Mountain was naturally Tangdao Mountain; once lost, the North of the River would be lost. This was clearly a condition that could not be agreed upon at all. True Immortal Yushui, Chen Shi, didn't even respond, striking the golden body with a sword.

“Boom!”

The sound of clashing magic power in the air was like thunder, one peal louder than the last. Kuiqi's expression was grave. The spiritual artifact at his waist rose, resisting the opponent's divine abilities. Finally, a white light suddenly appeared in the sky, enveloping it in endless white mist, from which a scarlet rain began to fall.

“Swish!”

This scarlet rain was like a waterfall, quickly covering all the rain clouds in the sky and pounding down on the earth with a crackling sound. The stirring rainwater transformed into long, silken threads that sprang up and clung to the body of every True Immortal. Kuiqi was slightly stunned, then his expression brightened with joy. The True Immortal from the Tuoba Clan before him, however, suddenly looked troubled.

‘Spiritual Treasure Heavenly Balance Profound Overseer Cloud...’

Sure enough, as his thoughts settled, this scarlet rainwater already draped over the sleeves of every True Immortal, emitting a protective glow. From the clouds descended two True Immortals, a man and a woman. The woman held an umbrella, her expression helpless, while the man trod on fire, his eyes wide with fury.

‘Hengzhu Dao has arrived!’

The two were Hengxing and Hengli!

Hengzhu Dao had said they would not interfere, but still couldn't bear to stand by. Hengxing had a sharp tongue, but a soft heart after all. Faced with such a major event, she first invited her friend Kuang Yu, and still uneasy, she had already stationed herself with Hengli in the Grand Void. The Heavenly Balance Profound Overseer Cloud had an extremely wide range and was a spiritual treasure of the Hengzhu Dao. Under the blessing of their incantations, the morale of all the Southern cultivators was greatly boosted.

How could Hengli restrain himself at this moment? This man, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, a wide lapel, and narrow sleeves embroidered with 'Li-light' runes along the hem, forcefully shook his sleeves. Countless dense, crimson talismans immediately surged forth. Extending both hands, he conjured two long blades from the Grand Void. His eyes first fixed on Zhe Lu and the other two, and he chuckled:

“You three worthless wretches, your grandpa will beat you to death!”

The three immediately changed expression. Zhe Lu was already injured, and it was difficult enough to hold Ling Mei back with their combined strength. The more they fought, the more sword wounds they accumulated, making their precarious situation even worse. Hengli was famously pugnacious; how could they possibly withstand him? According to the trio's usual temperament, they would have turned and fled the moment Hengzhu appeared. But they simply couldn't flee casually. They could only exchange silent glances and, without hesitation, together condensed the brilliant light in their hands, forcibly defending this spot, waiting for death, enduring immense suffering!

On the other side, Hengxing subtly raised an eyebrow, saying little. Her spiritual umbrella danced, bringing a red light to fall before Kuiqi, dispelling the profound yellow energy. With a gentle turn of the umbrella surface, it instead emitted various colors of light. Despite the black-robed man beside her awkwardly thanking her, Hengxing turned her head away, ignoring him and only showing him her profile. Her divine abilities still active in her hand, she said coldly:

“The Tuoba Clan has been in Yan Kingdom for so long, they've become mere livestock for the Murong Clan.”

The richly dressed cultivator Tuoba Ci, shrouded in profound yellow energy, merely smiled and shook his head. Even though the two Compassionate Ones beside him changed expression drastically due to Hengli's participation, abandoning him to rush swiftly for reinforcement, he still calmly and composedly swung his halberd, shattering the surging 'Li-light'. After several rounds of combat, he sneered and said:

“So it's the Hengzhu Dao. I thought after so many years, you'd at least be a second Changhuai Mountain. Who'd have thought you're still confined to a corner... No wonder you're getting worse by the day!”

Hengxing, however, didn't humor him. The Hengzhu Dao was currently the best-preserved and strongest force within the Solar Dao Lineage. With a gentle flick of her sleeve, a red-glazed cloud-patterned precious casket flew out, gleaming brightly. As the casket's surface moved, it released golden and red light. This light blocked the profound yellow energy and swept away the halberd's wind and sand. A red-patterned, black-hilted sword was drawn on the casket's surface, poised to leap out. As thousands of sword lights surged forth, the Tuoba clan's man quickly brought his halberd back to block. For a moment, the profound yellow energy dissipated, and the incantation light shone brightly.

The North was already at a disadvantage. Once Hengzhu joined, the balance on the field immediately tipped completely. Amidst the chaos, Kuiqi, who had just extricated himself, only then breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to draw his sword and turn, a chill suddenly enveloped him.

The red clouds of the Heavenly Balance Profound Overseer Cloud were slowly dimming. A faint form emerged from the Grand Void, suddenly descending, and stood silently before him. It was a man. This person wore white clothes and a feathered silver robe, each feather distinct, like those of a bird. His hair was jet black, his willow-like eyebrows long and slender, and his phoenix eyes elegant. His appearance was effeminate, and his hair was tied with a wooden hairpin.

In his left hand, he held a silver-white censer. His right hand was clasped behind his back, and a white jade pearl was tied at his waist. His feet trod on rising dark-white mist, like a beast. Although somewhat effeminate, he swayed like an immortal, inspiring awe in those who beheld him. Yet his aura soared to the sky, causing dark clouds to roll and suppress the Heavenly Balance Profound Overseer Cloud. The immense pressure forced Kuiqi's expression to grow even colder.

‘Grand True Immortal... A Grand True Immortal of the Jueyin Dao!’

This figure silenced the entire plain for a moment. Several Mahakayas and Compassionate Ones all secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Even Tuoba Ci found a moment to raise an eyebrow and slightly bow his head to this Grand True Immortal, showing respect.

‘Grand Preceptor of Zhao, Wei Xuanyin!’

This person was the Grand True Immortal Wei Xuanyin, who had achieved four divine abilities and hailed from the Guanhua Heavenly Tower Dao. As the Grand Preceptor of Zhao, the foremost immortal cultivator on the surface of the Zhao Kingdom, supported by the entire nation, his Dao Lineage was profound, his divine abilities exquisite, and his spiritual artifacts numerous. He was by no means an ordinary person!

The moment Wei Xuanyin appeared, the cultivators, who had been invigorated by Hengzhu's intervention, suddenly felt uneasy. Only Hengli, holding his spiritual artifact and wreathed in flames, paid him no mind. He merely drew his blade to hack at the very miserable Zhe Lu. Although it was clearly good news for this Mahakaya to be relieved, he didn't even have time to smile or sneer, fleeing as if he had seen a ghost.

Kuiqi gazed at the Grand True Immortal with icy eyes, but saw the effeminate man smiling as he said:

“You're mistaken! The one at the temple was not me. I merely consulted with Sheng Bai Dao early on to create a mere clone together.”

His tone was friendly, as if discussing some Daoist profound truth, but only Kuiqi and he understood its true meaning. The Grand True Immortal looked down at him, meeting his gaze for an instant, then Jueyin radiance flickered from the censer in his hand.

“Buzz...”

Kuiqi merely raised the bronze sword in his hand. Five black talismans appeared in one of his hands, which he then placed on five key points on his body. His lips parted, and he exhaled a puff of black energy. This black energy transformed in the air, forming a large one-legged ghost. Its face was hideous, its body draped in white bones, and its eyes glowed eerily. Kuiqi did not call for help from Hengli and the others; instead, he moved, raising his sword, his gaze sharp!

Kuiqi was never aiming to occupy Luoxia. He was merely taking advantage of the current opportunity to gather his strength and severely wound the Buddhist cultivators. Now, a full fourteen Purple Mansion cultivators had arrived from Jiangnan. To put it bluntly, even the Furious Manifestation Purifying Lamp of yesteryear had never received such treatment! Even if he risked his life, as long as he could hold back Wei Xuanyin, Hengli, Ling Mei, and the others would certainly be able to shatter the Northern Buddhist cultivators and Northern cultivators!

As the current leader of the Grand Xiukui Monastery, a cultivator of three divine abilities, including the Xiukui method, he was far inferior to Ling Mei in offensive slaughter and severing true spirits. In terms of artifact refining, incantation arts, and suppressing evil, he was far inferior to Hengli. And even in holding ground, seeking truth and immortality, Tinglan naturally possessed a subtle mastery surpassing his own... But when it came to spell transformations, entanglement, and delay, only he, Kuiqi, dared to stand before Grand Preceptor Wei Xuanyin of Zhao!

“Boom!”

A dull thunder rumbled from within the clouds. The black-robed man's garments fluttered, and the bronze sword in his hand flashed with dazzling brilliance. The one-legged, one-eyed ghost transformed into layers of black energy, swirling around his body.

Wei Xuanyin looked at him rather gently, with no extraneous emotion in his pupils. He merely nodded slightly. The silver-white censer in his hand shifted its orientation, tilting towards the northeast, and then countless dark-white waterfalls descended, stirring up a terrifying storm that suppressed Kuiqi. The man's feathered silver robe subtly fluttered in the storm, and the white jade pearl at his waist also began to sway. Looking down, he quietly said:

“Fellow Daoist, you underestimate my Guanhua Heavenly Tower Dao.”

**Characters Appearing in This Chapter:**

* Zhusheng: Early Purple Mansion* Wei Xuanyin: Late Purple Mansion, Grand Preceptor of Zhao* Tuoba Ci: Mid-Purple Mansion* Hou Fu: Early Purple Mansion* Daisai: Third Incarnation Mahakaya, Void-Nature* Yushui: Early Purple Mansion* Zhe Lu: Sixth Incarnation Mahakaya, Void-Nature* Beigu: Seventh Incarnation Mahakaya, Compassion* Nuzi: First Incarnation Mahakaya, Great Desire* Kuang Yu: Early Purple Mansion* Ning Wan: Early Purple Mansion, Purple Mansion Formation Master* Kuiqi: Mid-Purple Mansion* ... (Rest omitted)