plumnovel Chapter 150 Preaching at Buzhou Mountain
Chapter 150 Preaching at Buzhou Mountain
Chapter 150 Preaching at Buzhou Mountain
In the border areas where the three races' territories meet, beneath the surface of order lies a suffocating tension.
Zhen Yuanzi saw that at the mouth of the river, the Dragon Clan's navy and the Pangolin Clan, a vassal of the Qilin Clan, were each deploying their troops. Although they had not yet started fighting, their hostile gazes could almost ignite the air.
In resource-rich areas like Moyunling, the traces of small-scale conflicts between the Phoenix Clan's Feather Guards and the Qilin Clan's Spirit Apes over mineral veins have not yet completely faded.
Outside the habitats of some neutral races, envoys from the three races shuttled back and forth, using both threats and inducements to try and win them over—
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Throughout the entire primordial continent, apart from the Demon Abyss in the far west (within Luo's sphere of influence), a few naturally dangerous places, and the dojos of some reclusive great masters, there are only a few such places.
It has been almost completely divided up by the three clans of dragon, phoenix, and qilin, presenting a clear yet fragile tripartite balance.
Its fortune is like fire, burning fiercely, and has already reached an ultimate peak.
"When things reach their peak, they decline; when things reach their extreme, they reverse. This endless expansion and friction has already caused the calamity to penetrate deep into the very fabric of heaven and earth. The great calamity—is indeed not far off."
Zhen Yuanzi, with a clear mind, saw clearly the destructive crisis hidden beneath this prosperous facade.
He seemed to see the intangible yet real calamity energy, like a gray mist, permeating every corner of the primordial world, constantly accumulating, waiting for a trigger to erupt completely and tear this seemingly prosperous situation to shreds.
He felt little unease and had no intention of interfering.
This is the inevitable result of the grand trend of heaven and earth, the accumulated cause and effect, which cannot be reversed by the power of one person. Forcibly intervening will only backfire and will not help one's own path to transcendence.
Strolling along, before he knew it, he had arrived at the heart of the primordial world—the majestic Buzhou Mountain, towering into the sky and exuding an ancient and desolate aura.
The scenery here is completely different from the outside world. Although the pressure of Pangu has weakened, it still exists, making it difficult for large-scale legions to enter.
The three races intertwined and checked each other, creating a rare buffer zone.
At the foot of Mount Buzhou, several sizable settlements spontaneously formed within a vast area.
Countless rogue cultivators and weak races, unwilling to submit to any clan, fled here seeking a peaceful haven. There are vine huts built by plant spirits, caves dug by stone spirits and earth monsters, and temporary nests for birds and beasts—a diverse array of species and numerous in number.
These creatures, who might be natural enemies in the outside world or forced into the conflicts of powerful clans, have miraculously maintained a fragile peace in this place.
Each person occupies a corner, silently cultivating themselves, their eyes mostly filled with fear of the outside world's disturbances and a deep appreciation for the tranquility of this place.
Like frightened birds, they lingered on in this last sanctuary.
Zhen Yuanzi could sense their confusion, unease, and yearning for the Great Dao and power.
In this era of impending catastrophe, without strength, one is not even qualified to be a pawn; one can only be ashes.
Upon seeing this scene, even Zhen Yuanzi's heart, which had been dormant for countless years, couldn't help but ripple.
He is the Lord of the Earth, who received the Earthly Book. Although he does not seek fame or fortune, he feels a pang of compassion for these weak creatures struggling to survive and lost on their path.
Preaching and spreading virtue is also a way to perfect one's own way of living on Earth. Earth bears all things and should also nourish them.
An idea became clear in his mind: to preach to these refugees at the foot of Mount Buzhou.
Having made his decision, he no longer hesitated. Zhen Yuanzi stood at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, without displaying any earth-shattering phenomena, but simply spoke calmly.
The voice, though not loud, seemed to contain some kind of profound Daoist wisdom, spreading clearly and steadily to every corner around Buzhou Mountain, reaching the ears and the depths of the minds of every refugee: "I am Zhen Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain. Feeling the hardship of all beings seeking the Dao, I have specially opened the door of convenience in this chaotic world."
Three years later, at the foot of Mount Buzhou, I will expound the profound mysteries of the Great Dao. Those with the affinity may come and listen.
The sound fell, not with the thunderous roar, but like spring rain nourishing all things, quietly seeping into the hearts of all who heard it.
In an instant, the countless settlements around Buzhou Mountain fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a huge commotion and unbelievable ecstasy!
"Zhen Yuanzi? Is he the great master who bestowed merit upon the heavens during his sermons?"
"He's actually coming here to preach? My God! This is an unparalleled opportunity!"
"Quickly, find a good location! Three years—only three years to prepare!"
"We, mere rogue cultivators, actually have the day to hear a Primordial Golden Immortal preach?"
Those plant spirits, stone spirits, earth spirits, birds and beasts—regardless of their cultivation level or race—all shone with an unprecedented brilliance in their eyes at this moment.
To see hope in despair, to find a beacon in darkness—this is the essence of life.
The entire Buzhou Mountain refuge was imbued with a vitality called "hope" because of this one sentence.
The news naturally spread like wildfire, reaching the spies of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans stationed in the outer area of Buzhou Mountain.
They dared not delay and immediately relayed the message back to their clan as quickly as possible.
Upon hearing the news at the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, the Ancestral Dragon opened and closed his enormous dragon eyes, which flashed with brilliant light.
"Zhen Yuanzi—is he preaching on Buzhou Mountain?" He pondered for a moment, then swayed his dragon tail slightly. "Never mind, let him be."
At this critical juncture of our expansion, it is not advisable to create unnecessary complications and antagonize such powerful beings.
"Pass down the order: the tribespeople near Buzhou Mountain must not provoke us, nor should they try to get close to us; they should observe the situation quietly."
Upon hearing the news, Yuan Feng's Nirvana Divine Flame rippled slightly around her at the Undying Volcano.
"They certainly know how to choose their timing, picking a place where it's difficult for us to get involved." Her tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Zhen Yuanzi's strength is unfathomable. Since he has no intention of interfering in the affairs of the three clans and only preaches to those ants, let him be. Issue the order that no member of the Phoenix Clan shall go to disturb him."
On Qilin Cliff, the first Qilin stroked its whiskers and pondered.
"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi's actions are indeed compassionate. It's a pity that the overall situation of the prehistoric world is in such a state—alas." He sighed, "Pass on my order: the Qilin clan must not obstruct Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi from preaching the Dao. Anyone who disobeys will be severely punished."
The three emperors were wary of Zhen Yuanzi's past strength, especially his killing of Qiankun Daoren. In addition, they were at a critical stage of their own development and did not want to make such a powerful enemy for no reason. Therefore, they all chose to acquiesce and wait and see.
Zhen Yuanzi had anticipated the reactions of the three clans and was not concerned.
After making the announcement, he found a quiet place at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, a smooth, green rock that had long been imbued with the aura of Pangu. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes to rest, and quietly waited for the three-year period to arrive.
The news of his preaching, like a pebble thrown into a lake, is spreading its ripples further and further, attracting more eyes from the shadows.
The Lord of Longevity Mountain, the Supreme Being of the Earth, will expound the Great Dao on the eve of the Great Calamity. This in itself has become an undeniable variable in the primordial world's situation. Beneath Mount Buzhou, the winds of change are rising.