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Chapter 537 - 536: River of Time, Heaven-Reaching Sect Leader Emerges!

"It’s to save him!"

The Buddhas, who just a moment ago were rejoicing at Lin Heng’s impending death, now had expressions as unsightly as could be.

The Four Immortal Slaying Swords repelled the Seven Treasures Exquisite Tower, hovering around Lin Heng in all directions. The sword brilliance shone like the light of the sun and moon, forming a vacuum space, exempting Lin Heng from the Saint’s oppression.

Lin Heng, whose physical body was nearly on the brink of collapse, finally could catch his breath.

This sudden turn of events frustrated the Buddhas.

"Just a little more, just a little more!"

"Why did the Four Immortal Slaying Swords appear?"

"Damn it!"

They clenched their fists, their faces full of unwillingness.

Only the Medicine Buddha secretly let out a long sigh of relief, his whole being completely relaxed, as if some plan had finally come to fruition with the appearance of the Four Immortal Slaying Swords.

"Heavens, the Four Immortal Slaying Swords have arrived, it’s the Heaven-Reaching Sect Leader!"

"He personally intervenes to save the current Lord of the Dao Court!"

"Guarded by a Saint, how could he possibly die now?"

The Quasi-Saints observing the battlefield in secret were also sighing.

The upheaval was so unexpected; no one anticipated that the long-absent Shangqing Celestial Venerable would actually intervene.

Everyone couldn’t help but direct their gazes at the face beyond the universe.

The expressionless Ancient Buddha from beginning to end, at this moment, had a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He sighed lightly and said, "Luminous, I’ve seen the Shangqing Celestial Venerable!"

As his voice resonated through the world.

In the void before Lin Heng, the sound of flowing water inexplicably arose. As everyone’s gaze searched, they saw ripples of space, and a bizarre great river appeared out of nowhere in the sky.

No,

it was more of a reflection.

This great river wasn’t in this time-space; it was just a projection.

And at the end of this strange river, a figure appeared.

The figure was clad in a Celestial Venerable Daoist Robe, enveloped in the Hongmeng Purple Qi, supreme and oppressive to the universe.

No one could discern his true appearance.

But a title spontaneously emerged in the minds of all living beings in the world.

Shangqing Lingbao Celestial Venerable!

At this moment, the entire world was shaken.

Countless creatures knelt toward the figure at the end of the great river.

"The Heaven-Reaching Sect Leader manifests, he truly manifests in the world!"

"This is one of the Daoism’s Three Pristine Ones, one of the most powerful and ancient Saints in the world!"

"We thought he would never appear again, but today, by chance, we witness him."

"No regrets in this life, no regrets at all!!"

Many powerful beings trembled with excitement.

Saints do not reveal themselves to the world; the Three Pristine Ones had long vanished, and not long ago, news of the demise of the Yuqing Saint spread, making all the powerful beings more convinced that the Daoism’s Three Pristine Ones had all fallen into a life-and-death dilemma.

They thought they might never have the chance to see the true form of the legendary Three Pristine Ones in this lifetime.

Yet unexpectedly today, the Shangqing Celestial Venerable manifests in the world!

This was too surprising, inspiring awe and delight.

The Daoist traditions of All Heavens and Myriad Realms couldn’t help but shed tears, crying out the title of the Ancestral Master Shangqing.

However, at this moment, all the Quasi-Saints in the world were without exception, deeply anxious and heavy-hearted to the extreme.

"The Past Buddha acted against the Lord of the Dao Court, prompting the Heaven-Reaching Sect Leader to manifest."

"Is the battle of the Saints about to commence?"

"If this battle truly erupts, All Heavens and Myriad Realms will be shattered..."

The Quasi-Saints were all uneasy; some great powers had already activated their Grand Array, preparing to withstand the aftermath of the Saint’s battle.

Meanwhile, some lone travelers unhesitatingly fled toward the far edges of the universe!

The appearance of the Heaven-Reaching Sect Leader plunged the entire world into chaos.

As for Lin Heng at the time, he couldn’t resist clenching his fist, gazing excitedly and respectfully toward the end of the great river.

"Ancestral Master Shangqing..."

He called out softly, as if afraid to disturb the other, yet also wished to express the descendants’ longing for the forebears.

Having achieved Quasi-Saint status, after deeply understanding the mystique and origin of the Daoist Purple Qi, Lin Heng gradually realized that from his beginnings in the Human World, the Ancestral Master of the Three Pristine had been protecting him.

The several instances of the Purple Qi coming from the east back then were all great fortunes bestowed by the three Ancestral Masters at massive costs.

Now, as he hung by a thread, the Ancestral Master Shangqing once again appeared to save him.

How could Lin Heng not feel gratitude and reverence in his heart?

Upon hearing Lin Heng’s call, the figure at the end of the great river directed his gaze toward him.

That one said nothing more, merely nodded toward Lin Heng, then looked coldly at the Buddha Country.

He appeared to do nothing.

Yet a wisp of aura, like a pillar of heaven, fell and struck the Western Heaven.

The Array of the Western Pure Land was triggered.

The omnipresent Sanskrit transformed into a Swastika Seal, withstanding that wisp of aura, but the entire Buddha Country also shook violently, many mountains and Buddhist halls shattered by the force of impact.

Countless Buddhist Disciples spat blood, their internal organs torn asunder.

The Buddhas’ expressions were all extremely grim, their eyes filled with anger as they looked toward the figure at the end of the great river, yet no one dared to scold.

Only the Ancient Buddha beyond the universe sighed and said, "Shangqing Celestial Venerable, could you not quell your anger?"

The Celestial Venerable standing over the river finally let out a cold snort: "If not constrained by time and space, today I would destroy your Buddha Country!"

His tone was overbearing, his entire presence exceedingly illustrious.

Inspiring awe upon sight!

Daoism governs with non-action; the Three Pristine Ones all follow the natural laws of the Heavenly Dao, but the Shangqing Celestial Venerable acts more according to his own desires, following his heart.

Precisely because his actions are the most unconstrained.

This makes him more fearsome.

Other Saints might need to assess the situation, weighing pros and cons.

The Shangqing Saint, however, cares not for such concerns.

If he feels indignant, even if it would make him an enemy of all worlds, he wouldn’t care.

If the karma is right, regardless of the other’s criticized background or if they are a demon, he can still accept them as a disciple.

Teaching without discrimination, following the heart.

Such is the conduct of the Shangqing Saint!

The Luminous Ancient Buddha, hearing the Shangqing’s argument, dared not laugh but said helplessly: "Celestial Venerable’s temper, still as it was in the past."

"But by doing so, Celestial Venerable, you may forever fade from the world..."

"Is it worth it to save a single successor of Daoism?"

He exchanged glances with the Shangqing Saint standing over the great river, a look of lament in his eyes.

The Shangqing Saint nonchalantly replied: "Flowers bloom and wither, clouds roll and unfold, life and death are natural, I don’t care!"

"But you, who always cherish yourself, how come you are willing to lose your freedom for one Maitreya?"

He stood with hands behind, though facing upwards toward the Ancient Buddha beyond the universe, his momentum was even more overbearing.

The Luminous Ancient Buddha lowered his head and said: "The great calamity approaches, all seek ways to break the impasse. Though this poor monk is reluctant to go there, I have no choice but to wager on Maitreya."

The Shangqing Saint expressionlessly replied: "Indeed, the past is about to extinguish, only in the future can one see a glimmer of hope, your wager on Maitreya is understandable."

No sooner had he said this than thunder rumbled across the world, as if heaven and earth were issuing a warning.

The Shangqing Saint’s eyes reflected an irritation, cursing and swearing in the river of time.