Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 1002

Chapter 962: The identity of the seventh senior brother! Suiren’s instructions!

In Chen Luo’s impression, there are two Fire Cloud Caves.

One is the cave where Red Boy lived in Journey to the West, called Fire Cloud Cave.

The other is the secluded place of the three emperors of the human race in the ancient legends of the previous life.

So, in this cave, is Red Boy?
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Just kidding.

There is no doubt that this Fire Cloud Cave must be related to the Three Ancient Emperors.

Chen Luo was not in a hurry to go in. He just looked at the three words “Fire Cloud Cave” on the cave. His Golden Crow Dharma Eyes were almost working at their limit, and he finally discovered something unusual.

The three words “Huoyun Cave” were not engraved by anyone, but were condensed from the origin of truth.

In other words, if the person standing here at this moment was an illiterate person who could not read or write, or a foreigner who had never been exposed to human writing, when he saw these three words, he would also recognize the three words “Huoyun Cave”.

This is the direct manifestation of the true self.

Those who can do this are at least at the realm of creation.

Chen Luo frowned, and recalled what Master Xuandu had said about the Three Emperors of Antiquity.

In the last battle of Xuandu, Jie Yin and Zhunti intentionally released the demons into the wild. In order to protect the people, the three emperors of the human race sacrificed themselves and destroyed the three ancestral abysses, severely damaging the will of Guixu. It was while the will of Guixu was severely damaged that Jie Yin and Zhunti took the opportunity to seize the other two Guixu ancestral abysses and formed the current Western Paradise.

Now that I think about it carefully, this paragraph seems a bit brief.

The Three Emperors sacrificed themselves to destroy the three ancestral abysses. How did they destroy them?
What was left after the destruction?

Chen Luo hadn’t thought about this question before, but now that he thought about it, he suddenly felt that there were many doubts in it.

You know, the Three Emperors were all at the Hunyuan Wuji Saint Realm, and the Demon Ancestor of Guixu Zuyuan was also an existence that could rival the Saint Realm. When six such great beings fell, would there be nothing left?

Thinking of the colorful sea of light that he had crossed before, and then thinking of the whereabouts of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, Chen Luo felt as if he had come into contact with another secret.

The hidden clues, including the Xianjian Sword he was looking for, should be in the Fire Cloud Cave in front of him!
Chen Luo took a deep breath, released the protective Red Dust Qi from his body, raised his legs, and walked into the Fire Cloud Cave step by step.

…

Boundless desolate sky.

At this time, a treasure tower appeared out of thin air at an unknown distance from the colorful nebula. The next moment, a gem that looked like a full moon fell in front of the treasure tower.

The treasure tower and the treasure pearl collided with each other without saying a word. The surrounding sky collapsed immediately, and a huge sky storm was rolled up, spreading to further distances.

The two wills collided only once in the sky, and then both the treasure tower and the treasure orb flew in another direction the next moment.

…

The Western Pure Land of Bliss.

Zhunti opened his eyes, and a ray of Buddha light fell in front of his lotus seat again. Zhunti put his hands together, bowed and said, “Senior Brother.”

“Wusheng is still in Zuyuan.” The voice of Jieyin came from the Buddha’s light, “He is staring at you and me.”

Zhunti frowned slightly and said, “Zizai is also in charge of Zuyuan.”

“So, the two Demon Ancestors are really restraining you and me, and not letting us interfere in the matter of the Four Swords of Immortal Execution.”

The voice of Jie Yin in the Buddha’s light could not tell whether he was sad or happy: “Whether my Pure Land of Bliss or Zixiao Palace obtained the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, it would not be a good thing for Guixu Zuyuan.”

“We must be careful of the Devil Lord of Creation under Zuyuan.”

Zhunti nodded: “Xuan Du will definitely consider this, and I have also explained it to Randeng.”

“But Brother, why do I feel uneasy when this happens?”

The Buddha’s light trembled for a moment, and then the words of Jie Yin were heard continuing: “By betraying Hong Meng, you and I have already shouldered a great cause and effect.”

“At this critical moment, we need to be calm.”

Zhunti sighed softly: “Yes.”

The guiding Buddha’s light dissipated, but Zhunti still frowned and kept calculating with his fingers, but he still could not calculate the hazy future. He sighed, closed his eyes again, and let out the Buddha’s light again, entering a state of no thoughts and no desires.

…

On the other side, in the unknown Guixu Abyss, an old man in white stood under a lush tree, looking up. The old man looked kind, with a hint of smile in his eyes. If it weren’t for the demonic aura emanating from his body, who would have known that he was the Lord of the Guixu Abyss, the Unborn Demon Ancestor…

“Wusheng…” A middle-aged man in a black robe appeared behind him, “Jie Yin didn’t notice anything, did he?”

Wusheng Mozu did not look back, and said calmly: “Jie Yin and I have tested each other tens of thousands of times in that attack. He knows what he should know.”

The black-robed Devil Ancestor chuckled and said, “The Great Thousand Lord who escaped from Ganlu has entered that area.”

“I never thought that after tens of thousands of years of hard work, we would still end up being used as a tool for others.”

When he said this, there was no trace of displeasure or disappointment on the face of Zizai Mozu. On the contrary, he seemed a little excited.

Wusheng Mozu retracted his gaze, turned around and looked at Zizai Mozu, and nodded: “It would be best if he inherits it.”

“Hongmeng made a brilliant move.”

“It’s just a chess piece, played on our side.”

The Devil Ancestor Zizai stood up and said, “I have arranged for several Devil Lords of Creation to go there.”

“We have to put on a full show.” Wusheng Mozu said calmly, “If necessary, we have to pretend to attack.”

The Devil Ancestor nodded: “Let me take action.”

Wusheng Mozu did not respond to this, but just sighed: “I am looking forward to it!”

A fierce look flashed in the eyes of the Devil Ancestor: “First, take over the Pure Land, then destroy Hongmeng.”

“All worlds return to the abyss!”

…

Chen Luo walked slowly into the Fire Cloud Cave.

The Fire Cloud Cave was not as damp and cold as the outside world, filled with an aura of desolation; on the contrary, it was extremely hot.

Chen Luo walked towards the depths of the Fire Cloud Cave and suddenly stopped.

He raised his hand and saw that his sleeve had been torn at some point, and there were several small cuts on his skin.

“Sword Qi!” Chen Luo frowned slightly.

Before he even saw the Xianjian Sword, he was injured by the sword energy emitted by the magic sword.

Chen Luo first took out the Xiantian Wu Ji Xing Huang Flag to protect himself, and then walked inside again.

After walking about a hundred steps, Chen Luo stopped.

At this moment, in front of him, there was an ancient long sword hanging in the air, with red light flashing around the sword, revealing a fierce murderous intent.

Immortal slaying is beneficial, immortal slaying is fatal, immortal trapping is full of red light!
Immortal trapping sword!
Chen Luo looked at the Immortal trapping sword and let out a long breath. Then he pulled up his defense to the maximum, using all the Eight Nine Mysterious Skills, Golden Bell Cover, and Iron Cloth Shirt. He also took out a bunch of treasures to protect himself, and then slowly stepped forward, intending to reach out for the sword.

Just as Chen Luo’s hand was about to touch the Xianjian Sword, a ball of fire suddenly appeared on the hilt.

Chen Luo became extremely alert and quickly pulled back, but the flame turned into a hand, grasped the hilt of the Xianjian Sword, and swung it towards Chen Luo.

The next moment, the treasures that Chen Luo used to protect himself shattered one after another. Any space barrier seemed to lose its effect in front of the sword energy and red light. Chen Luo felt a burning sensation on his skin. He barely used the time when the treasures shattered to move his body and finally avoided the attack of the sword energy and red light.

In such a sudden moment, a thick layer of sweat had already seeped out of Chen Luo’s forehead. Even when he fought with Yang Jian, he had never felt so frightened.

At this time, Chen Luo raised his head again and saw that the flame that had previously ignited on the hilt of the sword had now spread, and a figure appeared behind the flaming arm.

He was an old human who looked weathered, wearing skins of unknown animals, with his hair hanging down in disorder, and sparks bursting from his body from time to time.

Even though it was their first meeting, Chen Luo recognized him at a glance——

The Human Emperor, Suiren!
“I am Chen Luo, a junior of the human race, meeting the Sui Emperor!” Although he didn’t know what was going on, Chen Luo immediately bowed and introduced himself.

However, Suiren seemed to have turned a deaf ear to him and raised the Xianjian sword again, slashing at Chen Luo fiercely!
Although Chen Luo saluted, he was still alert in his heart. When Suiren made a move, he immediately flashed and moved out of his original position.

However, Suiren seemed to have predicted Chen Luo’s thoughts. He swung the Xianjian Sword again, directly blocking Chen Luo’s retreat.

“The end of fate!” Chen Luo felt a chill in his heart. Although this Suiren did not display the sage-level strength of the Human Emperor, the might he exuded at this moment made him feel as if he was facing his cheap father at full power.

Without any hesitation, Chen Luo quickly formed seals with his hands, and suddenly three phantom flags condensed around Chen Luo.

The plain cloud world flag!
The off-ground flame flag!
The Zhenwu soap carving flag!
The blue lotus treasure color flag!
This is another trump card that Chen Luo prepared for himself.

Among them, the Qinglian Baose Flag is worth mentioning. The original owner of this flag was the Taoist Jie Yin, who lent it to Guangchengzi to subdue Yin Jiao. However, after subduing Yin Jiao, Guangchengzi did not return it.

According to Master Xuandu, the Innate Five-Colored Flag is enough to withstand all attacks below the level of a Saint.

Of course, this does not mean that Chen Luo will be invincible after offering the five-colored flag. Although the five-colored flag can block attacks below the level of a saint, the unique power of collapse of nature will still cause shocks inside the innate five-colored flag, which Chen Luo will need to bear himself.

With Chen Luo’s current strength, he can hold on for about half an hour, which is also the time for rescue.

Originally, this was prepared to deal with the Treasure-Winged Response Body Buddha or the Peacock King, but I didn’t expect that the first time it was used, the one I had to deal with was the Human Emperor Suiren.

Just as the five-color flags were about to condense into a formation, suddenly a voice sounded in Chen Luo’s ears, which made Chen Luo’s face froze, and the condensed five-color flags also stopped.

At the same time, the red sword light from the Xianjian Sword had already reached Chen Luo’s eyes.

At this moment, a picture suddenly appeared in front of Chen Luo——

Paper man!
The paper man stood in front of Chen Luo, facing the red light of the sword.

The next moment, the red light of the sword struck the paper man, and the paper man immediately caught fire, while the red light of the sword was directly absorbed by the paper man and disappeared without a trace.

“Seventh Senior Brother?” Chen Luo’s expression became interesting.

It was the voice of his seventh senior brother that made him stop the action of condensing the innate five-colored flag.

“I’m not your seventh senior brother!” A voice sounded. At first glance, the voice seemed genderless, but when you think about it again, it makes people feel the warmth of a mother.

As the voice fell, countless more paper men appeared and rushed towards Suiren, wrapping him up. Fire emanated from Suiren’s body, burning the paper pieces, but he could not move for a while.

At this moment, a figure jumped out from between Chen Luo’s eyebrows and turned into an inconspicuous man.

“Seventh Senior Brother!” Chen Luo spoke again. If he was not sure just now, the Seventh Senior Brother in front of him had clearly broken through the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao and jumped out of the universe on his own initiative.

“Child, I am not your Seventh Senior Brother.” “Seventh Senior Brother” turned his head and looked at Chen Luo. Chen Luo looked into his eyes, which were extremely deep. Chen Luo frowned and said in a low voice, “Who… are you?”

Although Senior Brother Seven had never shown his true colors, he had always taken good care of Chen Luo. If he was really possessed by someone, even if the other party didn’t look easy to mess with, even if the other party seemed to be helping him at the moment, he would never let him go!
With his fists clenched, Chen Luo was about to take a step forward and attack, when suddenly Senior Brother Seven spoke up, “My name has long since disappeared in the ancient times.”

“You can call me Nuwa, or you can call me Queen Wa!”

Wa… Shit!
Chen Luo stopped moving slightly stiffly, looking at the “Seventh Master of the Bamboo Forest” in front of him in disbelief.

“I can’t trap Emperor Sui’s will for long, so listen carefully.” Senior Brother Seven looked at Chen Luo and sent a divine thought into Chen Luo’s sea of soul. “This is not Emperor Sui himself, but the will of the human race that was not wiped out by Guixu after Emperor Sui sealed Zuyuan. I don’t know why it condensed into shape.”

“Now I am invaded by evil spirit.”

“You are the new Human Emperor. You should awaken him with the energy of the human race, follow his will, and truly take over the authority of the Human Emperor!”

Chen Luo glanced at Sui Huang struggling in the firelight and nodded slightly. Seeing that the figure of the seventh senior brother in front of him began to become illusory, he hurriedly asked: “What is your relationship with the seventh senior brother?”

“The origin of this life is what I cut out from the clothes on my body and placed in the seed of the world.”

“It is not a clone, nor a puppet, but a living being condensed by my own hands. It is my child.”

“The original intention was to leave Daqian with a last bit of vitality in the worst-case scenario.”

“Today, I felt the breath of Emperor Sui in the primordial world, so I awakened this soul.”

“I can’t stay here for too long, or I will lose my memory of this incident. It’s up to you to decide whether to tell him his origins.”

“Human Emperor, I am waiting for your good news.”

These words were almost instantly spoken in his soul. The next moment, Senior Brother Seven’s body became completely illusory and transformed into a ray of light that shot into Chen Luo’s sea of soul and fell back into the universe.

Only Chen Luo was left with a confused look on his face.

Senior Brother Seven… is this a figurine made by Goddess Nuwa herself?
Isn’t this the same generation as Master Xuandu?
Damn, the first native of the second generation of Bamboo Forest disciples – Senior Brother Four!

But before Chen Luo could think further, there was a sudden roar from Suiren, and all the paper men that trapped Suiren were burned to ashes. At this time, Suiren once again grasped the Xianjian Sword and stabbed towards Chen Luo.

Chen Luo frowned and was about to continue summoning the Five Flags of the Innate World, when he suddenly remembered the instructions given by Nuwa.

“The spirit of the human race?”

Chen Luo looked at the red light of the sword coming towards him, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and released all the acupoints in his body one by one. The earthly energy rushed up into the sky without restraint, and a vortex of seven emotions emerged behind him. All the earthly energy condensed into a magical power and rushed towards Suiren.

The magic of the mortal world: the human world!
In terms of power, the human world created by Chen Luo, who was in the ninth calamity of the Golden Immortal, naturally could not stop the red light of the sword energy of the Xianjian Sword. However, when the colorful fist of the mortal world came into contact with the red light of the sword energy, the red light of the sword energy suddenly shattered, and then the colorful energy entered the body of the fire man.

Suiren’s figure froze.

Pictures after pictures flashed through Suiren’s eyes.

When the rivers overflowed, people built dikes and dams and cultivated endless fields.

When mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, people rushed to rescue and rebuild their new homeland on the ruins.

As wild beasts ran rampant, people practiced martial arts and archery to turn them into delicacies on their plates.

When foreign invaders came, people organized themselves into armies, set up long carts, and destroyed the enemy camp.

After years of hard work, human beings have built magnificent cities and lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Whether working hard in the fields or as peddlers, people are all striving to make a living.

The curling smoke from the cooking stove rises into the clouds, and the sound of reading aloud resounds through the world.

The flames on Suiren’s body gradually subsided, and he turned back into that vicissitudes of life old man, but there seemed to be a gleam of life in his eyes.

He looked at Chen Luo for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth with a dry voice.

“Hong Meng, is he still here?”

“Human race, are you safe?”

Upon hearing this, Chen Luo bowed and said, “Hong Meng is well! The human race is well!”

“We are going back to the ruins on our expedition, hoping to bring peace to the world forever!”

Suiren paused for a moment, then looked at Chen Luo again, as if he had been looking at him for a long time, and finally revealed a smile.

“The Human Emperor…” Suiren said softly, and the next moment, he clasped his hands together and bowed to Chen Luo!

“Your Majesty, you can’t do that!” Chen Luo was about to stop him, but he found that his body was fixed in place and he had to accept Suiren’s worship.

“We are gone, and you are the new emperor!” Suiren stood up again, holding the Xianxian Sword, and said with a smile, “Fuxi is in the east, Shennong is in the north, you can go and get it yourself.”

“There is a demon in the south, gathering the will of our three emperors, and I’m afraid he has some plans. We must eliminate him!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Suiren turned into a ray of fire and shot directly into Chen Luo’s brow. In an instant, a fiery power poured into Chen Luo’s body, and almost in an instant, Chen Luo’s physical strength was raised to a new level, and the remaining power was also taken by the world.

Chen Luo felt the mighty power, but now was not a good time to refine it. He glanced at the Xianjian Sword floating in front of him and reached out to grasp it.

The Xianjian Sword emitted a faint intention, as if it wanted to recognize its master. Chen Luo thought about it and accepted the Xianjian Sword.

At this time, the red light on the Xian Sword flashed, as if cheering.

Chen Luo grasped the Xianjian Sword and quickly left the Huoyun Cave.

He determined the direction and then flew towards the east where Fuxi was as Suiren said.

According to the guidance of the previous Zhuxian Sword Formation phantom, the sword held by Fuxi’s will should be the Luxian Sword!
(End of this chapter)