Chapter 122: The Eastern Sea, Lands Beyond Civilization (Please Subscribe!)

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The gourd seed showed not the slightest hint of energy; only a faint sense of chaos could be perceived, prompting him to split off a thread of his consciousness to focus intently on comprehending its profound mysteries. To him, this kind of energy seemed to transcend the realm of the Great Dao, leaving him somewhat bewildered. Perhaps only after the second lecture at the Purple Cloud Palace by Hongjun would he be able to clear the fog and see things as they truly are—mountains as mountains, waters as waters.

Yet this sprouting bitter bamboo revealed a grand cosmic design. Just this single green leaf alone brought him an immediate sense of spiritual refreshment. However, this was a change brought about within himself by the calamity aura; it was beyond his control and not what he desired.

Why didn’t he directly open and review the gains from his current path? Because of time.

For him, ten thousand years was but the blink of an eye. Yet if he were to arrange matters, it would also happen within that blink.

In the face of the calamity, the most unpredictable were the variables within the primordial world. One must realize that these variables could easily destroy even a Great Dao Golden Immortal, let alone the perilous Infinite Calamity.

Moreover, according to Hongyun’s own deductions, this calamity aura contained the greatest variable that he had come to know. Not to mention that Hongyun himself, who could see and to some extent touch the so-called Yang Calamity, was such a variable.

He himself was now a variable in the primordial world.

Currently, a millennium before the second lecture at Purple Cloud Palace, he did not wish to be distracted by too many things and miss it. If, for some reason, he became trapped in a formation or recklessly comprehended the calamity aura and missed this sermon...

The true great calamity would be upon him!

In a dream, Hongyun naturally had already learned of the three lectures in the primordial era. The first lecture determined seating; having seen the calamity on his seat and his own, he courteously yielded it. The second lecture would reveal the Path to Semi-Sainthood and the method of becoming a Three Corpses!

This method coincided with the Heavenly Dao of the primordial world—a genuine path to sainthood for all beings therein, not to be missed!

He thought it over and gritted his teeth to split off a portion of his consciousness, quietly guarding the sprouting bitter bamboo and quietly absorbing the Dao essence within.

“Brother Zhenyuan, I now need to quiet my mind and comprehend the Dao. If I reach our old friend, please awaken me.”

“On past journeys, you have saved many the weak; today you cultivate the Dao,” came the reply.

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Zhenyuan smiled in response, raising his hand to form a seal. A heavy aura rose around them.

“Little brother, rest assured. With my protection, there will certainly be no problems.”

Hongyun heard this but did not respond with thanks. Instead, he quieted his mind and entered the domain of the bitter bamboo.

Watching the sprouting, Hongyun hurriedly mobilized his great magical power, even drawing upon his undying spiritual light.

“Bitter Bamboo friend, calm your heart and contemplate. Though I do not know why this variable has arisen, if you can recover soon, that will add considerable chips to our lifeline.”

Bitter Bamboo absorbed a strand of undying light without expression. The sprouting bamboo leaf turned lush and verdant, faintly forming new nodes.

As long as it helped its recovery, he could afford to expend several strands of undying light.

Seeing this, Hongyun felt slightly relieved and turned his gaze to the previously withered main bamboo stalk.

This bitter bamboo was not alone; many offshoots surrounded it.

Though all had lost vitality, it did not mean they were useless.

One main stalk, two forked stalks, nine subsidiary stalks...

After some thought, he looked toward the nearby three-foot-long green serpent.

The serpent cared for this bamboo more deeply than he did.

At the very moment the bamboo sprouted, the serpent awoke, looking left and right, circling this speck of green. Only when Hongyun appeared did it somewhat restrain its temperament, becoming three degrees colder.

“Friend, this bitter bamboo has been reborn. It was once a useless husk. Better you give it to me for treasure refining. After all, I must grow strong to protect it, right?”

The green serpent’s small eyes rolled twice, hesitating slightly.

But seeing that sprout swallow a strand of undying light, its aura drawing closer to Hongyun’s, it felt somewhat more favorable.

Irritated, it flicked its tail and then turned its head away.

Done!

Hongyun’s eyes brightened. With a wave of his will, he gathered the bamboo that now contained only spiritual essence and placed it into his auspicious cloud for quiet nurturing.

Having done this, he regained full focus and stared unblinkingly at the life-creating fortune on the sprouting bitter bamboo.

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Outside, on the shore of the Eastern Sea.

Zhenyuan protected Hongyun as they passed through a barrier into the Eastern Sea’s territory.

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Upon entering, he immediately sensed over ten divine presences sweeping past them—most with kindness and surprise, the rest merely pausing briefly without obstruction.

The Eastern Sea Dragon Clan had already become aware that someone had entered their domain.

Zhenyuan’s expression remained unchanged; he calmly lowered his cloud layer. With countless meetings under his belt, he had faced enemies and harbored grudges before.

Yet now, truly, there were none—at least very few.

He glanced around, reached into his sleeve, and produced a wine cup intricately carved with exquisite patterns. It was adorned with the Milky Way and reflected the sun and moon, clearly a fine spiritual treasure.

He tossed it lightly into the air. The cup spun several times, gradually expanding to the size of a basin.

Two golden carp appeared swimming down the cup’s inner wall, swaying slightly before starting to swim actively.

It seemed the old fellow was in the Eastern Sea!

Zhenyuan chuckled softly, letting the two golden carp swim tirelessly toward a certain direction.

Beyond the sea lay a hundred thousand immortal mountains, hiding countless cultivators and immortal opportunities. The old friend they sought was among the profound depths therein.

This wine cup treasure was a token, held only by close friends.

If the golden carp flipped belly-up upon leaving the cup wall, it meant the friend was not in this water domain.

But if they swam joyfully, needless to say, there would be something good.

Zhenyuan followed the two golden carp, who swam tirelessly for several decades, finally stopping.

He lightly waved his sleeve, causing the mist before him to dissipate, revealing a secluded immortal island.

Clouds and rain formed spiritual liquid; beasts roamed; birds flew freely; countless qilin and armored creatures swam in the sea.

“Old brother Hongyun, wake up!”

Just as Zhenyuan used a method to awaken Hongyun, before he could regain his senses, an elderly laugh filled with surprise rang out:

“Hahaha, Brother Zhenyuan, what brings you here? A rare guest, rare guest! This time...

Ah, Friend Hongyun! Unexpected to see you two come together, truly an honor that brightens this humble abode!

Come to think of it, the last time you both visited this secluded, trace-free island must have been two meetings ago.”