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Chapter 58 Taiqing's Compromise
Chapter 58 Taiqing's Compromise
Seeing that the defense of the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda had been pierced by the God-Slaying Spear, Taiqing Laozi's expression finally became extremely solemn.
He knew in his heart that the power of magic weapons alone was no longer enough to suppress the ferocious Kunpeng.
If the conflict were to continue, the consequences of the complete collapse of his prized defenses would be unimaginable.
"Kunpeng, since you insist on fighting, then let's fight to the bitter end!"
A resolute glint flashed in Laozi's eyes. He swung his carrying pole and uttered a soft shout: "Three Corpse Incarnations, emerge!"
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"
Three streams of pure energy shot out from the top of his head, transforming into three old men dressed in different Taoist robes.
One figure holds a Tai Chi diagram, another has a Xuanhuang Pagoda on its head, and yet another holds a Wind and Fire Futon.
This is precisely the three corpses of good, evil, and self that Taiqing Laozi severed!
Each incarnation possesses the terrifying cultivation of a late-stage Quasi-Saint, with a harmonious and perfectly integrated aura, identical to the original.
However, this is not the end.
Lao Tzu formed hand seals and uttered the Daoist chant, once again unleashing a supreme and unprecedented divine power: "The Dao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, Three gives birth to all things!"
"One Qi transforms into Three Pure Ones!"
Rumble—
The void trembled once more, and three more streams of pure energy separated from Laozi's original body, transforming into three Daoist figures with different appearances.
One is a Taoist priest of the Taiqing school, one is a Taoist priest of the Yuqing school, and one is a Taoist priest of the Shangqing school!
Although these Three Pure Ones incarnations are not true saintly avatars and have a time limit, at this moment, their strength is no less than that of a late-stage Quasi-Saint!
In an instant, six powerful beings at the late stage of Quasi-Saint appeared out of nowhere on the battlefield!
Including Laozi himself, there were a total of seven top-level experts, arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper, surrounding Kunpeng.
This kind of spectacle was no more than the battle between the Dao and the Demon back then!
"What a magnificent transformation of one breath into three pure beings! What a magnificent severing of the three corpses!"
Faced with this seemingly inescapable predicament, Kunpeng remained calm and even laughed, his eyes burning with a fierce fighting spirit.
"Taiqing, you truly live up to your reputation as the senior disciple of the Xuanmen sect. You have the deepest understanding of the Hongjun Dao and have cultivated the Three Corpses Technique to such an extent."
"However, do you think you can overwhelm me with sheer numbers?"
"Today I will show you what it means to break through all laws with sheer force! What it means to prove your path through the laws of nature!"
With a long roar, the Kunpeng swayed.
"The benevolent corpse, White Lotus! The wicked corpse, God-slaying! Appear!"
Two figures emerged from his left and right.
White robes and white lotus, compassionate as water, purifying all things; black robes and god-slaying, demonic flames raging, destroying all living beings.
Although Kunpeng did not sever its own corpse, nor did it possess the supernatural power of transforming into the Three Pure Ones, it was at a significant disadvantage in terms of numbers.
But he walked the most difficult, yet most powerful, path to enlightenment based on the laws of nature!
His true form had already reached the mid-stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, his physical body was comparable to a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, and his magical power was inexhaustible.
Although his two corpses were only at the early stage of Quasi-Saint, under the blessing of the power of the thirty-six heavens and worlds of his main body, each of them possessed terrifying combat power enough to contend with the late stage of Quasi-Saint!
"kill!"
Without any unnecessary words, the two sides clashed instantly.
Lao Tzu's Tai Chi diagram transforms into a symbol that suppresses heaven and earth, the Xuanhuang Pagoda transforms into a symbol of unparalleled defense, and the Wind and Fire Futon transforms into a symbol of disturbance in all directions.
The three incarnations of the Three Pure Ones each used their own methods, with Jade Pure Divine Thunder, Supreme Pure Sword Qi, and Great Pure Divine Fire sweeping across the sky.
Kunpeng's side, though outnumbered, was even more frenzied.
The White Lotus Taoist, with the Pure White Lotus above his head and the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag under his feet, transformed into the strongest human shield, withstanding the attacks of the three incarnations without retreating a single step.
The God-Slaying Taoist, wielding the God-Slaying Spear, moved like a tiger among sheep. His spear thrusts were like a dragon, each strike aimed at the vital points of the incarnations, forcing Laozi to divert his attention to protect them.
The Kunpeng itself is like an ancient demon god descending to earth.
He possesses the power of the Thirty-Six Heavens, and every punch he throws carries the terrifying power to crush the world.
With his left hand, he conjured a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, directly confronting Lao Tzu's innate divine power; with his right hand, he condensed a destructive black hole, devouring all invading enemies.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
This was a straightforward brawl, a clash of magical powers.
The waters of the East China Sea were evaporated, and the Shouyang Mountains were leveled.
The void within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles was turned into a chaotic mess, with earth, water, fire, and wind raging wildly, and countless living beings turning to ashes in the aftershocks.
This battle raged so fiercely that the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light.
Although Lao Tzu had many incarnations, they were ultimately using trickery and their power was limited. After a long battle, they were already showing signs of fatigue.
Kunpeng, however, grew stronger with each battle, as the Thirty-Six Heavens continuously provided him with magical power, seemingly inexhaustible.
Gradually, Lao Tzu's three incarnations began to become illusory and transparent, as if they would disappear at any moment.
The avatar of the evil corpse, which was the main target of the God-Slaying Spear, was riddled with several transparent holes and its aura was weakened.
Looking at the ravaged land beneath his feet, and at the countless human tribes destroyed by the aftermath of the battle, a trace of reluctance and helplessness finally flashed in Laozi's eyes.
If the fighting continues, even if he manages to win a Pyrrhic victory, the coast of the East China Sea will likely be devastated.
If humanity is destroyed, what kind of religion will he establish? What kind of saint will he become?
Moreover, even if he were a future saint, he might not be able to bear such immense karmic burdens!
"That's enough!"
Lao Tzu sighed deeply, waved his sleeve, and forcefully repelled Kunpeng's attack. He then retreated tens of thousands of miles, retrieving all his avatars and magical treasures.
"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, please stop."
Lao Tzu stood atop a cloud, his hair slightly disheveled, and for the first time, his aged eyes revealed an equal respect for the Kunpeng.
"Fellow Daoist's magical power is profound and your supernatural abilities are unparalleled. I admire you greatly."
"If the war continues, I'm afraid this entire ancient East will be shattered, and we will both bear boundless karma."
Seeing this, Kunpeng also withdrew his attack.
He also didn't want to really destroy this foundation, after all, the human race was also his life's work.
"What? You're admitting defeat?"
Kunpeng put away his three corpses and magical treasures, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked indifferent, as if the earth-shattering battle just now had no effect on him.
Lao Tzu gave a bitter smile and shook his head: "It's not that I'm admitting defeat, it's just that I have no other choice."
"Since you, fellow Daoist, control the education of the human race, if I were to forcibly spread the Dao, it would surely be twice the effort for half the result."
"Let's not beat around the bush. What exactly do you want, fellow Daoist, to allow me to establish a lineage among the human race?"
Lao Tzu was a wise man; he knew that Kunpeng's obstruction was not truly intended to cut off his path to enlightenment, but simply a way to negotiate terms.
"happy!"
A smile crept onto Kunpeng's lips; these were the words he had been waiting for.
"Laozi, if you want to establish a religion and become a saint and ancestor, I won't stop you."
"But this human race is the culmination of my and Nuwa's efforts, and the cornerstone of my demonic sect."
"You think you can get something for nothing? Absolutely not."
Kunpeng held up three fingers, his tone leaving no room for argument: "First, you may establish a Human Sect, but you can only teach the Golden Core Dao, focusing solely on cultivating life and nature, and not interfering in politics. The ruler of the human race can only be a member of the human race itself; your Human Sect must not interfere with the internal power of the human race!"
"Alright." Lao Tzu thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement. He cultivated the highest form of non-action and disliked worldly affairs.
"Secondly, after you become a saint, you will owe me a debt of karma. If I ever need anything in the future, as long as it doesn't go against the will of Heaven, you must unconditionally help me once!"
Lao Tzu frowned slightly. The cause and effect of a sage is no small matter.
But seeing the resolute look in Kunpeng's eyes, and thinking of the seemingly endless wait for the Sainthood, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!"
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