Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Chapter 1244: Chapter 537: Scheming Against the Buddhist Sect, Entering the Underworld Again! (Part 2)

Zhao Feng spoke with a contemplative expression on his face.

When Qin Mortal World first entered the Earth Immortal Realm, the appearance of Hongmeng Purple Qi was too coincidental, and it happened to appear in the Mortal World.

Just a little scrutiny would reveal numerous flaws.

However, the temptation of Hongmeng Purple Qi was too great, causing those Great Divine Ability Practitioners to easily overlook these obvious loopholes in the face of immense Saint Position benefits.

“Your Highness.”

Zhen Yuanzi’s eyes suddenly brightened, hurriedly saying: “When the great calamity ends, when Merit and Qi Fortune descend, that is the best time, and the heavenly descent of Hongmeng Purple Qi becomes more believable as truth.”

Upon hearing this.

“However, the news must be spread in advance, laying the groundwork.”

“In this way, future internal conflicts within the Buddhist Sect will be more intense.”

“A chaotic Buddhist Sect is precisely the situation I want to see.” Zhao Feng nodded slightly, revealing a satisfied smile, as a complete plan had formed in his mind.

“Your Highness.”

Zhen Yuanzi spoke solemnly: “The dissemination of this news must be done without anyone knowing, and no source can be traced.”

“Leave this matter to me.”

“I will spare no effort to ensure that within a short time, this news spreads throughout the Earth Immortal Realm.”

Zhen Yuanzi’s eyes were full of confidence, determined to complete this task.

“Since Daoist has volunteered, then this important task is entrusted to you.”

Zhao Feng smiled slightly: “This time, it’s about sowing the seeds of division in the hearts of the Three Ancestors of the Buddhist Sect.”

“Once the great calamity ends, let this seed take root and sprout, ultimately causing the split of the Buddhist Sect.”

“I am looking forward to the situation of the Buddhist Sect splitting into three.”

As he spoke.

Zhao Feng had a smile of assured victory on his face, as if he already saw the scene of the Buddhist Sect’s division.

“Rest assured, Your Highness, this matter will be handled properly.” Zhen Yuanzi promised again.

“Alright.” Zhao Feng slowly stood up, looking into the distance: “Today, at your Taoist temple, I have stated everything clearly.”

“With this task complete, I should head to the next place.”

With that.

Zhao Feng turned to leave.

At that moment, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly stood up with a hint of hesitation yet full of anticipation, cautiously asking: “May I ask, Your Highness, if after a being falls, only a strand of True Spirit remains between heaven and earth, in such a situation, can it be revived?”

Upon questioning.

Zhen Yuanzi’s voice trembled slightly, his eyes revealing endless hope.

“In the future, if I truly become a Saint, can I rely on this strand of True Spirit to restore it to life?” Zhen Yuanzi stared intently at Zhao Feng, as if grasping the last straw of hope.

This question was filled with Zhen Yuanzi’s deepest regret and longing.

To him, this might be the matter he cared about most in his life.

“There’s a possibility.”

Zhao Feng paused slightly, and spoke slowly.

However, he did not give a definite answer, as he did not fully understand the ultimate strength of a Saint’s Power.

As for whether a Saint’s Power can resurrect the beings that fell in the past, Zhao Feng actually had no assurance.

If such were possible, then the many beings that fell in the past, especially those related to the Saints, could all be resurrected, which clearly defies logic.

“Is there only a possibility?”

A trace of disappointment flashed through Zhen Yuanzi’s eyes, revealing intense loneliness in his demeanor.

“If the soul can be completely preserved, then naturally there is the possibility of resurrection.”

“But now only a strand of True Spirit remains, even if the Saint has tremendous divine skills, I’m afraid it would be difficult.” Zhao Feng said.

Zhen Yuanzi sighed softly, his face full of helplessness and sorrow: “If Saints were truly omnipotent, how could the Primordial Heaven and Earth be in its current state.”

“I understand, Your Highness is comforting me.”

“It’s just…I really cannot let go of Red Cloud.”

As the conversation reached this point.

Zhen Yuanzi’s voice gradually became desolate.

“If the Time Rule truly reaches the Transformation Realm, it might be possible to reverse time.”

Seeing Zhen Yuanzi like this, Zhao Feng thought for a moment before saying: “If I can reach that Realm in my future cultivation, I will definitely help you revive Red Cloud.”

Zhao Feng’s expression was very serious at that moment.

As his words fell.

Zhao Feng’s figure flashed, turning into a streak of light, disappearing from Wuzhuang Temple instantly, leaving Zhen Yuanzi standing there silently, gazing in the direction Zhao Feng departed.

After a long time, Zhen Yuanzi finally regained his senses, and a trace of emotion slowly appeared on his face.

He bowed in the direction where Zhao Feng had left, murmuring, “Minister Zhen Yuanzi, thanks for Your Highness’s great grace.”

The voice echoed in the vast dojo, lingering for a long time.

…

Underworld, Land of the Netherworld!

Several decades ago, when Qin first arrived, Zhao Feng once visited this place.

At that time, he had obtained the authority over Fengdu here, gaining control over a portion of the power to manipulate souls and reincarnation.

And this time, upon descending again, Zhao Feng apparently carries a more important purpose.

When Zhao Feng stepped into the Underworld, it was still as it had been in the past; the thick Netherworld Qi permeates every inch of space, akin to a heavy black curtain enveloping the entire Underworld.

The Blood Moon hangs high in the void, emitting a strange and enchanting glow, adding a few rules unlike those of the Yang Realm to this dead silent place.

All around, there are souls being escorted by Ghost Messengers.

Some appeared confused, others wore expressions of fear, and under the urging of the messengers, they slowly moved forward towards an unknown fate.

Zhao Feng did not pay much attention to this and proceeded straight in the direction of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Meanwhile, Zhao Feng concealed his own presence, so much so that neither King Yama nor Ksitigarbha in the Underworld noticed his arrival.

The place of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is the core of the Underworld, also the most mysterious and crucial place.

Here, it governs the reincarnation of all things in the world, maintaining the balance of life and death order between heaven and earth.

“Ping Xin Empress.”

Zhao Feng arrived in front of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Plate and called softly.

His voice was deep and steady, slowly echoing in the silent space.

Clearly, Zhao Feng was not worried about whether Ping Xin Empress would appear to meet him.

As soon as his words fell, a dazzling stream of light slowly flickered out from the Six Paths of Reincarnation, instantly landing in front of Zhao Feng.

The light dissipated, and a dignified and elegant woman appeared.

She exudes a mysterious and powerful aura, seemingly containing the secrets of all things between heaven and earth, precisely Ping Xin, the Ancestor of the Earthly Dao.

“It has been decades since we last met, and your strength has grown even stronger.”

Ping Xin Empress looked at Zhao Feng calmly and opened her mouth slowly.

Her voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable majesty, her tone indifferent, as if nothing in the world could stir even the slightest ripple in her heart.

Ping Xin, just like her name, her mind has already reached a transcendent, serene as water realm.

In her eyes, everything is illusionary, everything is like passing clouds, nothing can disturb her inner peace.

“Ping Xin Empress truly deserves to be the Ancestor of the Earthly Dao, dwelling in the Underworld, perceiving everything.”

Zhao Feng slightly cupped his hands, showing a humble smile: “Empress’s insight is as sharp as a torch, Zhao Mou’s meager Tao is truly insignificant before Empress.”

Zhao Feng deeply understood the prowess of Ping Xin Empress, his words also carried respect for this elder.

“Today, you’ve entered the Underworld, what is your purpose?”

Ping Xin’s eyes flashed a trace of doubt: “From what I observe, since you left last time, apart from some disturbance during the Buddhist Sect’s initiation of a great calamity, the Underworld has remained relatively peaceful.”

“Ksitigarbha has wholeheartedly devoted himself to the Underworld, concentrating solely on transcending souls, no longer involved in matters of the Yang Realm.”

“The Ten Halls Yama each fulfill their duties, adhering to rules more diligently.”

“Thus it seems, there is no anomaly in the Underworld, what brings you here this time?”

Upon hearing this inquiry.

“Empress.”

Zhao Feng’s expression turned solemn, his tone becoming grave: “A portion of Heavenly Dao Hong Jun’s consciousness has already returned to the Primordial.”

“Empress, as the Ancestor of the Earthly Dao, do you really have no thoughts in mind?”

“The Underworld dwells within the Earth Realm, not to venture into the world casually.”

Ping Xin Empress slightly shook her head, her expression as calm as water: “If he returns, then so be it, what can I do? The Underworld has its rules, which I shall abide by.”

Ping Xin Empress’s voice was plain and uneventful, as if Hong Jun’s return had nothing to do with her.

“Does Empress not wish to explore the fundamental mysteries of the Primordial?”

Zhao Feng slightly furrowed his brows, urgency flashing in his eyes: “Do you not want to know why the Witch and Demon Clans have fallen into an everlasting death battle?”

“Why did your elder brother unfortunately fall?”

“Why did the three paths meticulously planned by Pangu God fail to manifest smoothly in the Primordial World?”

“These mysteries, does Empress not wish to delve into them?”

Zhao Feng’s series of inquiries broke the silence in front of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

…