The world's origin was limited.
Those who cultivated to transcend, be it immortal, martial, Brahman, Confucian, shaman, or the other 3,000 Great Daos, would have to involve the world's origin power and even the origin.
Although the world itself could extract origin power from the chaos, it was fine if there were fewer cultivators. Once there were too many, they would be like locusts. Who could withstand it?
Therefore, there would be a great tribulation every once in a while, reducing the number of cultivators and other living beings! This was the backlash of taking too much from the world!
In the world of Dazzling Western Regions, the great tribulation had already been decided. Just like the Investiture of the Gods, the number of the 365 Deity Positions had to die.
Right now, the three ancient gods and the five sect ancestors were fighting over the issue of their people.
Brahma wanted the great tribulation to happen in Middle Earth so that more cultivators would die so that the Arhat of the West would be able to preserve his vitality.
However, Wu Ming and the other Dao Lords naturally wanted to divert the disaster and let the Fan Sect bleed to preserve the cultivation seeds.
The fight between the two sides concerned the destiny of the great sects in the future. They had to be careful!
After hearing what Wu Ming said, Brahma fell silent.
When Wu Ming saw this, he smiled. "Brahma, you might be in charge of a major sect, but the Central Lands has five sect patriarchs, as well as a god like the Clear Heaven Jade Emperor. Our destiny is strong, and the great tribulation is the will of Heaven. Why would you want to defy Heaven?"
As the author of The Great Zhou Dynasty's Western Regions, Wu Ming could unceremoniously say that in the entire world, no one knew the direction of the future better than him.
And that was the truth.
Even if they did not know the will of the heavens, there were five sect ancestors of Middle Earth and an ancient god. How could the other two ancient gods fight against them?
Although the six of them were not of the same mind and would definitely turn against each other after the disaster was diverted, they would plot against each other.
"Amitabha!"
Brahma pondered for a long time, his eyes filled with benevolence. Knowing that he could not fight against Wu Ming, he retreated with a flash of golden light.
"Now is not the time. When the great tribulation is intense in the future, I might have to fight with this god …"
Wu Ming watched the god leave with a deep gaze.
...
In another place.
In the void, the sound of Buddhist chanting rumbled, forming the scene of a pure land, but the front was blocked by a large mass of light.
"Light God!"
Brahma appeared and looked at the figure within the sphere of light. "The great tribulation has been set in stone. It began in the west, and cannot be reversed!"
"I said, I came here to bring light to my believers!"
The God of Light's body emitted an infinite radiance as he said in a deep voice, "Although it is difficult to fight against fate, it is not irreparable!"
With a wave of its hand, several light screens appeared, showing the movements of several groups of Samsara travelers.
"This wave of Mutants doesn't have the Mandate of Heaven, and their fates are mixed up. They're a huge variable … But they just happen to be gathering around the Son of Calamity. If we can guide them a little, it's not impossible for us to turn the tables!"
"Amitabha!"
Brahma closed his eyes. After a long moment passed, he said, "Radiant God, your foundation is in the far west, but your true self is the Son of the Buddha. Most of my kingdoms are established in the Western Regions. Even if there are deviations, the great tribulation won't leave you unscathed. We need to make preparations …."
He didn't say anything else and left.
"Did Brahma … notice?"
The God of Light's body flickered with boundless light, and a winged figure suddenly flew out and disappeared.
Violet energy flickered, and the figures of two Dao Lords appeared. "Radiant God, why didn't you preach in the far west? Why have you come to the Middle Lands to Dazhou?"
… …
"Praise be to our Lord! You are the ruler of all light!"
The God of Light had used his divine ability to deceive everyone. It was a golden-haired, blue-eyed angel with a pair of feathered wings. It didn't take long for him to arrive in the sky above the Western Capital.
"Our Lord has given me a mission to find those whose Mandate of Heaven is clouded, and to disturb their destiny …."
Six of the three ancient gods and five sect patriarchs wanted the great tribulation to begin in the west. This was the Mandate of Heaven! This was the general trend!
Even if Brahma and the God of Light were dissatisfied, they could only slowly change their path.
However, the will of heaven could not be disobeyed! Once it was decided, how difficult would it be to change it?
The angel had just escaped disaster, and when he spread his wings, he attracted the attention of someone.
"Chirp chirp!"
Above the Nine Heavens, a huge black shadow cut through the sky and suddenly descended. It turned into a Daoist with a gourd in his hand. It was the immortal who had listened to Wu Ming's preaching and luckily obtained the treasure.
"What bad luck!"
He looked depressed. "I was lucky to obtain the Dao Lord's treasure, but I was chased by the Five Light Deity and the Flying Deity. If I didn't have the flying divine ability, I would have been killed … Even so, I can't go back to the East Sea!"
This immortal was a mutated spirit, and he had listened to the preaching day and night in the mountains outside the mountains. That was how he had cultivated. His original form was a mutated crow, and he was born with a few flying divine abilities. He was quite good at staying alive. At this time, he had arrived in the sky above the Western Capital.
"I've long heard that the Middle Lands of Dazhou is the Celestial Empire. These men and women are all so fair and smooth, and they make people drool at first sight!"
After all, the immortal was a mutated spirit, and his wild nature didn't change. "I'll catch a few of them and eat them. I heard from the black bear spirit that warriors are the chewiest when it comes to eating humans, and the young ladies and young masters of the big families have the smoothest skin and the most tender flesh …"
He flew very fast, and he was overjoyed when he saw the huge capital below him.
"Good! I didn't expect that after coming to the Imperial City, I would show some surgical techniques casually, and the old emperor would be stunned. He would be conferred the title of Imperial Master! Eh? Baby, what are you doing? "
At this moment, the Magnetic Seven-Kill Gourd in his hand shook, and several sword energies shot out. The sword energies tore the clouds in the sky, and the angel that had just run out appeared.
"Where did this birdman come from?!"
The crow's immortal feathers were pure black, and when it saw the angel's pure white wings, it was extremely displeased. When it saw that its treasures had exposed the other party's tracks, it decided to go all out. It directly opened its large hands, and the black feathers that filled the sky formed a cage, surrounding the white-feathered birdman.
"Demon?!"
Shocked, the birdman shook his feathers, and a few halos appeared behind his head, emitting endless light.
"Tsk tsk … not bad. If it weren't for this treasure, I, the immortal, wouldn't be able to take you down!"
After all, the immortal had listened to the Dao Lord's lectures before, so he had a vague guess. He solemnly bowed to the gourd and said, "Baby, please turn around!"
Puff!
The Seven-Kill Gourd shook, and the stars in the sky descended, turning into seven cold longswords that formed a Seven Star Sword Array, surrounding the birdman in the center. Several streaks of stars swept out, and the white light was instantly disrupted. Then, the seven flying swords stabbed forward, breaking through the birdman's defense in an instant, and golden blood spurted out.
"Gulp!"
The immortal laughed and suddenly revealed his true body. He swallowed the birdman in one bite and turned back to his human form. He rubbed his stomach and said, "This taste seems to be more chewy than a warrior, and it's even more tender than a young lady from a big family. It's a pity that I didn't taste it carefully …"
The Magnetic Seven-Kill Gourd displayed its might, and after killing the birdman, it returned to its ordinary appearance and fell into the hands of the immortal.
The immortal probed it with his divine sense and was overjoyed. "In the past, no matter how I refined it, this treasure was always separated from me. Now, I can easily break through the restriction and use it …"
However, when he looked at Western Capital below, his expression turned to one of worry.
"Why did this treasure become like this after killing that birdman … Could it be that I'm hiding in some Dao Lord's trap …"
At the thought of this, his hair stood on end, and he no longer dared to go to Western Capital to plot to deceive the human emperor. He left like a gust of wind.
…
"Fate energy!"
Although no one saw this scene, the Dao Lord and the Ancient God sensed it, and they sighed.
"The heavens favor the Middle Earth so much …"
The God of Light looked at the two Dao Lords and sighed in his heart. "Six of the eight mighty figures are related to the Middle Earth. We, the two gods of the outer realm, have just tried to influence them slightly, and there are still so many twists and turns!"
"The Great Tribulation will begin in the West, and it is unavoidable. We can only retreat for now and wait for the people of the Middle Earth to split …"
Since the Great Tribulation of the World had begun, it would definitely implicate the disciples of the various sects.
If the Great Tribulation had occurred in the Middle Earth, the Dao Sect and the Dazhou Sect would have suffered heavy casualties. That was why the five patriarchs and the Clear Sky Jade Emperor had temporarily joined forces.
They did not even have to join forces. They just had a slight goal, and the two gods of the West were no match for them. Thus, the Great Tribulation was directed to the West, and the vitality of the Middle Earth was preserved.
However, there was no need to sow discord between the six mighty figures.
After all, they did not have the time to unite. Although the Great Tribulation of the Middle Earth had weakened, they still needed someone to deal with it. The scheming and scheming were destined from now on.
"Fate energy …"
The God of Light sighed faintly, turned into endless light, and suddenly left.
The two Dao Lords watched silently, but did not move.
…
Another few days passed. In the imperial city.
"His Majesty summons the new tribute warriors!"
Accompanied by the sharp voice of the eunuch, the tribute warriors who had practiced the etiquette many times and were familiar with their actions walked into the hall excitedly. They lowered their eyes, not daring to look sideways.
"Long live the Sage!"
Zhang Tianxiang followed the many tribute warriors. He knelt three times and kowtowed nine times towards the golden steps in front of him. He paid his respects and behaved rather calmly.
"No need for formalities, rise!"
A clear voice came from above. The tribute warriors paid their respects again before rising.
For some reason, Zhang Tianxiang felt that there were far more gazes on him than other colleagues. Sweat appeared on his forehead.
Li Mao, who was sitting on the Dragon Throne, nodded. An old eunuch beside him immediately shouted, "All tribute warriors, take your seats!"
There were hundreds of small tables in the hall. The civil and military officials beside them were the invigilators, and the Emperor was personally watching. Under this pressure, some of the frightened tribute warriors immediately trembled. Even if they had thousands of beautiful scrolls in their minds, they could not write anything.
Zhang Tianxiang calmed his breath and focused his mind. He looked at the examination paper and saw that the title was' On the system of the Dazhou Prefecture's military, as evidenced by today's situation '. He could not help but be shocked.
Nowadays, scholars liked to talk about classics, poetry, and even metaphysics, but there were not many who liked the art of war.
However, because of his hobbies, he dabbled in a lot of things. It was as if this was tailor-made for him.
But for some reason, when he picked up the brush, he suddenly felt a gaze piercing through him, causing his hand to tremble. A large blob of ink spread out, and cold sweat slid down his forehead …
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