Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 689

Chapter 687 Simply put, the Immortal Realm is gone

“Can Jiang Li really solve the Heavenly Dao? If he can’t, I’ll take his place.” Bai Hongtu said this with great pride.

Of course he had the confidence. Not counting Jiang Li, he was the strongest person in Jiuzhou.

“Oh? Really? I’d like to see how Sect Leader Bai will take my place?” Jiang Li’s ghostly voice sounded from behind Bai Hongtu, frightening him so much that he raised his hands in surrender.

“Brother Jiang, I’m just kidding!”

Bai Hongtu turned around and saw that it was Dong Zhongren, his grandson, who was imitating Jiang Li’s speech.

“Dong Zhongren, your uncle!” Bai Hongtu was furious and wanted to make Dong Zhongren know what it meant to be in the Tribulation Crossing Stage and not be insulted.

Jiang Li’s voice boomed from behind Bai Hongtu, “Master Bai wishes to go to the Immortal Realm to challenge the Heavenly Dao. I wholeheartedly approve.”

Bai Hongtu sneered, “How could I be fooled by such childish tactics? Forget pretending to be Jiang Li. Even if the real Jiang Li arrived, I’d dare to… Heaven, it’s the real Jiang Li.”

Bai Hongtu turned and saw the real Jiang Li.

Jiang Li was accompanied by a refined Confucian scholar.

The scholar exclaimed, “Jiuzhou is truly extraordinary. Such a brilliant man, one who fears neither Heaven nor power.”

“Confucian Sage!” Dong Zhongren shouted, regardless of his appearance.

The others jumped to their feet, staring intently at the Confucian scholar, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Statues and portraits of Confucian Sages were often displayed at the entrances of schools and on the walls. The cultivators of Jiuzhou were all too familiar with their image.

“Disciple greets the Confucian Sage!” Dong Zhongren bowed deeply, his body trembling with excitement.

“Disciple? Who is your senior disciple?”

“To answer the Confucian Sage, I am a descendant of Dong Zhongshu, and Dong Zhongshu is your registered disciple.”

The Confucian Sage looked puzzled. “Is that how Dong Zhongshu introduced himself to you?”

“Yes.”

“What’s the problem?” Jiang Li was also curious. Everyone in Jiuzhou knew that Dong Zhongshu, the founder of Confucianism, was a registered disciple of the Confucian Sage.

The Confucian Sage explained, “Dong Zhongshu is indeed my disciple, but unregistered. He claims to be a registered disciple, which is not wrong.”

“After all, I remember his name, and he is indeed my disciple.”

Jiang Li: “…”

This was the first time he had heard of a registered disciple being understood in this way.

If that was the case, would Bai Hongtu be considered a registered friend?

Jiang Li began to wonder how much of the Jiuzhou sects’ backgrounds, each one boasting more impressive stories than the last, were actually true.

At the very least, the Ruyi Gourd’s origins were false. The Tianyuan Dynasty claimed it was a gift from the Daozu to the First Tianyuan Emperor, but in reality, the First Tianyuan Emperor had purchased it for three times the market price.

“Excuse me, Human Emperor, the Confucian Sage is here, which means the current Immortal Realm…” Someone hesitated, then asked the question everyone present wanted to know.

Although everyone was confident in Jiang Li’s strength and believed that Jiang Li would not lose against the Immortal Realm, the reality still seemed like a fantasy.

However, judging by the expression on Human Emperor Jiang’s face and the Confucian Sage’s face, it was very likely true.

“It’s just right, since everyone is here, call Immortal Elder Changcun here as well. I have something to tell everyone,”

Ji Zhi said. “I knew you would say that. I’ve already sent someone to fetch the Immortal Elder. Calculating the time, it’s about time.”

Ji Zhi looked at Jiang Li, a beaming smile on his face.

Ever since he reached the Fusion Stage, he hadn’t feared Jiang Li.

With his current mastery of the Way of Time, he could travel back five hundred years at any time and fight the weak Jiang Li to the death.

Whether he would beat Jiang Li now depended entirely on his mood.

As he spoke, the old laughter of Immortal Elder Changcun could be heard from outside the hall.

“I can’t believe that even at my age, so many still care about me, even inviting me to meetings.”

“Confucian, Confucian Saint?!” Immortal Changcun noticed the conspicuous Confucian Saint upon entering the hall.

“I remember the Dao Ancestor said his youngest disciple was called… Huang Changcun?”

“Human Emperor Jiang introduced you. You’ve created a new realm. Truly remarkable.” The Confucian Saint had no idea how the Mahayana stage came to be. He only knew that Immortal Changcun had proposed it, and that Jiang Li had reached it.

Logically, Immortal Changcun should be considered Jiang Li’s guide, his teacher. He was truly remarkable.

Therefore, the Confucian Saint genuinely admired Immortal Changcun.

However, Immortal Changcun felt something was amiss. He coughed and changed the subject: “Jiang Li, what are you calling everyone here for?”

As he spoke, Ji Zhi had already ordered the Ministry of Rites to arrange the tables in a circle, modeled after the Human Emperor Hall’s meeting place.

The Ministry of Rites was so frightened upon seeing the Confucian Sage that they nearly pulled their hair out. What kind of reception should be given to the Hunyuan Wuji Immortal visiting the Great Zhou?

“Simply put, the Immortal Realm is gone. Not a single immortal remains, and the Heavenly Dao is gone too.”

Jiang Li dropped the bombshell right from the start, leaving everyone momentarily paralyzed.

What about the process?

That’s the Heavenly Dao, the ultimate destination of enlightenment and cultivation for all beings. How can you just say it’s gone?

And the Immortal Realm? A ladder to immortality has just been built,

and you say it’s gone? What’s the difference between finding the keys to your house and realizing you’ve moved?

Question after question popped into everyone’s mind, but with so much to say, they didn’t know where to begin.

“I won’t tell you the details of the battle. It was nothing more than a punch and a slap. Nothing much to say.”

Jiang Li waved his hand, using onomatopoeia to describe the battle with the Heavenly Dao in detail, causing the Confucian Sage’s eyes to twitch.

So, what they considered a thrilling, life-or-death battle, Jiang Li saw was just this level of difficulty?

“Now that the Heavenly Dao has vanished, no more merit will be generated, nor will merit be converted into immortal power. However, there’s no need to worry about achieving immortality. The Heavenly Ladder to Immortality can transform spiritual energy into immortal power, eliminating the need to travel to the Immortal Realm or use merit.”

The Confucian Sage responded, “Although I don’t know as many immortal realm techniques as the Dao Ancestor, I still remember 80% of them. I can share all the immortal techniques and skills with you.”

“I can teach you how to break through to the Celestial and Golden Immortal realms.”

The Confucian Sage’s words flattered everyone. A figure as high and mighty as the Confucian Sage was willing to offer them techniques and instruction. It was truly flattering.

Jiang Li looked at the crowd speechlessly. How could I, a Mahayana cultivator, think about you all every day, yet you weren’t flattered?

“The Immortal Realm’s destruction of the heavens and myriad realms has deep roots. It involves a rule known as the Rule of Destruction.”

“To counter the Rule of Destruction, there are two ways.”

Jiang Li detailed the two solutions proposed by the Heavenly Dao and Emperor Shun, without mentioning his own visit to the Possibility Convergence Point.

The third method is uncertain, and mentioning it can easily lead people to think that this is no big deal, as long as they have Jiang Renhuang’s ideas.

This kind of thinking is not conducive to promoting order.

(End of this chapter)