Feng Heng calmly looked at the people attacking him, analyzing the situation. A black and white shield will automatically appear to defend him, and none of his attackers could breach his defense.
He searched for the weakest of the group and gazed at him. His eyes penetrated through the person’s soul and read their memories.
‘Central Spirit World…someone is plotting against the Myriad Emperor World. After Wang Wei organized that assembly, I speculated about this possibility. However, I thought the problem had been resolved with the protection arrays. I did not expect these people to go so far.’
Feng Heng frowned, analyzing the situation on a deeper level. ‘Are the people of the upper dimension responsible, or is it some other planes?’ No matter the answer, things would negatively affect his plans.
The rise of Buddhism will not be easy. Whether it’s because of the upper dimension people trying to hinder its development or the terrible reputation, Buddism had all over the Endless Void.
‘I owe my thanks to Wang Wei.’
Over the past thousand years, he felt the rapid growth of Buddism Luck, which elated him beyond words he could describe. After suffering for so long, countless nights of despair, and planning for three Eras, he finally felt the fruit of his labor.
Feng Heng knew if he had to wait until he proved the Dao to spread Buddhism, the resistance he would encounter would drastically delay its revival. However, with Wang Wei’s method of being overly secret and undetected, he has a foundation to act on after he has Emperor strength.
By then, all he has to do is the final step of removing the Absolute Beginning Magic and fuse his Neo Buddism with Taoism’s luck, and then, his fellow monks no longer need to hide in special pure lands to cultivate; they can walk in the world and preach like any ordinary religion.
After figuring out the situation, Feng Heng found himself in a conundrum. All the people who suddenly came to this continent were resources for the spread of Buddhism. As long as he influences some of the weak ones, they will do his bidding and help him gather more luck. However, he knew Wang Wei would have the same idea as him.
The issue is whether to compete with the latter for luck. Or maybe, they should work together to ensure a better result. He rapidly analyzed the pros and cons of his actions.
‘Forget it. If I bud in, there is a high risk of being discovered and ruining everything.’ Wang Wei’s method has proven to be effective so far.
Although he lost most of Buddism’s luck, it was the price he would have to pay for such a smooth revival. Furthermore, no matter what Wang Wei does, he cannot overthrow him as the Buddha Lord of the new Buddhism Sect.
Feng Heng was confident in this fact for two reasons: Wang Wei can only be considered an honorary monk, to put it gently. And he would want to avoid being too involved with Buddhism because of the massive karma entanglement involved with the sect.
Feng Heng analyzed Wang Wei deeply, knowing he would not want to be too involved in this mess because he could not control the situation in his direction; he would not want to be too entangled with the Maitreya Buddha because of her overwhelming power.
After thinking for a moment, Feng Heng turned into a white light and disappeared in the distance.
…
Xiao Songxi fought against a member of the Armament Race, and he was on the losing side. The Armament Race was technically a branch of the Spirit Race, but the ones in the Myriad Armament World refused to acknowledge this fact.
As the name suggested, they are discarded weapons from failed products of Weapon Refiners who gained sentience. In the Myriad Armament World, there is a place called Failed Treasure Mountain. Many weapon refiners used to discard their failed artifacts there until these weapons gained sentience and became spirit races. Then, one day, one of them proved the Dao and established a sect around the mountain.
The Emperor refined the Failed Treasure Mountain into a secret realm that produced a valuable resource for Weapon Refiner.s As such, the sect would exchange this resource with other sects in exchange for their failed product to place in the mountain to continue growing their race.
‘Nothing went right ever saw I met that deplorable man,’ thought Xiao Songxi as more and more injuries appeared over his body. Ever since he met Wang Wei in the Eternal Dream Sect, he felt his luck go downhill.
He returned to the Baishe Clan, hoping to use their resources to increase his chances of proving the Dao and to force his inhuman father to apologize to his mother for abandoning them; he wanted the latter to pay for all the snide remarks he suffered during his childhood when children called him fatherless, or even worse when they called his mother a whore.
At first, he suffered tremendous pressure upon his arrival at the clan. However, after displaying his talent, the elders barely accepted him. He slowly rose up the ladder and made a name for himself.
However, not long afterward, the abominable human came and threatened him with his parents’ life, forcing him to get some information from a Star Sage Bloodline. He used all his means. And with some act of desperation and a significant sacrifice, he succeeded in his mission.
After this event, Xiao had another goal: to become as strong as possible to protect his family; he wanted nothing between Heaven and Earth capable of harming his family. So, he worked extra hard to increase his strength.
He practiced the Law of Blood and used the Devouring Talent of the Baishe Clan to purify his bloodline, reaching a level that shocked the clan; he was considered a genius not seen in a hundred generations of the Baishe Clan.
With his talent, he suppressed his peers–including his half-brother, the Clan’s chosen heir. He overcame the clan’s prejudice against his human bloodline and gathered many elders on his side, taking power in the Clan.
Xiao Songxi then proceeded to take power from his father. When the latter tried to resist, he showed him how most of the elders and ancestors were by his side. And when his father tried to use force to fight back, he suppressed him with one palm.
Xiao Songxi never forgot that day. The satisfaction he felt as he witnessed that man squirm under his palm, the anger, hatred, resentment, and regret he saw in his father’s eyes, was nourishment to his soul. On that day, his state of mind sublimated, and he felt a weight lifted from his shoulder. The only regret was that man refused to apologize to him and his mother.
However, Xiao Songxi did not mind; he was patient and imprisoned his father. He planned to wait until he became an Emperor and see him again; he wanted to see more regrets in the latter’s eyes and rub it on his face that he made the wrong choice of abandoning them.
Sadly, his happiness did not last long. The Baishe Clan required him to pass numerous challenging trials before using the 5-Star Sage. Although it was the hardest thing he ever did, he passed it.
With excitement, Xiao Songxi asked the Sage how to become an Eternal Emperor, and her answer was: to seal himself and wake up in another generation. He could not fathom why he received this answer, nor could the elders. So, Xiao Songxi insisted he wanted to prove the Dao in this generation.
The Star Stage then gave the nightmare of his current situation. This generation was an Ultimate Glorious Age with countless talented breaking the barrier between Mortal and Immortal. Furthermore, two people achieved the Nine Extremity Foundation, completely reducing his chances to nearly zero.
Xiao Songxi did not give up; he experienced too much just to accept this result. So, he asked her how to achieve Nine Extremity. The answer once again almost drove him to despair.
He had no time or desire for the orthodox path, so he wanted to try the unorthodox one. So, he asked how to comprehend a little bit of [Existence], and he received three answers.
The first is to have an Eternal Emperor preach it to him. The second is comprehending it by luck, and lastly, using an Eternal Supreme Scripture.
Song Xiaosi almost collapsed with this news. The first option was not possible for obvious reasons. Furthermore, the laws of Heaven and Earth did not allow Eternal Emperors to leave a recording of their preaching of [Existence] in the lower dimension.
As for the second option, Xiao Songxi did not think his luck was that good. His only option was the Eternal Supreme Scripture. However, the Sage told him these scriptures were in the hands of the Ancient Clans, the Dao Opening Sect, and the Taiyi Profound Gate.
The only available ones for him were Empress Wu and the Human Emperor. The Empress left her inheritance somewhere in the Endless Void before the devil exiled her to the upper dimension. The Human Emperor might have left his inheritance in the Qin’s Treasury.
Furthermore, comprehending [Existence] from an Eternal Supreme Scripture was the option with the least statical chance; the probability was too minuscule.
Xiao Songxi did not give up. His last resort was to use his talent and luck to comprehend [Existence], so he asked the Star Stage how to succeed. Then, she gave him a fatal blow and told him his talent was insufficient to comprehend [Existence] as a mortal.
Nevertheless, she gave him many different options for increasing his talent to that level. She also explained how talent was not the only requirement; he needed the right opportunity or luck. The Sage then told him the exact opportunity to achieve enlightenment.
Finally, Xiao Songxi had to give up. Most of these methods were unachievable due to the extravagant resources required, the danger, or the low chances of success. Even the opportunity to comprehend [Existence], she told him, was too perilous and was not worth the risk.
In the end, he asked if there was a way to prove the Dao without achieving Nine Extremity, and she told him a method with less than a 1% chance.
Swush!
A white light enveloped Xiao Songxi and saved him from his death.
(AN: The next chapter should be the last Chaos one.)