Chapter 439: The Truth of the World (1)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“What was the Supreme Path?” Li Qingshan looked at Monk Fayin and asked.

The monk in front of him had lived for four lifetimes, totaling millions of years, so he should have known many secrets. Li Qingshan humbly asked.

“In this Immortal Plane, reaching the peak of cultivation is becoming an Immortal Emperor. After breaking through to become an Immortal King and entering the realm of Emperors, you’ll find that the path ahead is blocked. No matter how hard you try or how talented you are, you’ll be trapped in the Emperor Realm, unable to break through,” Monk Fayin said.

Li Qingshan nodded. The Immortal Plane was currently facing such a situation, where cultivators found it difficult to break through to the Immortal King, let alone to the Emperor, and it was even more impossible to transcend the Emperor Realm.

“Is Venerable beyond the Emperor Realm?” Li Qingshan asked in doubt.

“Yes, the Supreme, transcending the Emperor. When Amitabha achieved enlightenment, he broke through from Emperor to Venerable, thus establishing Buddhist sects, perfecting Buddhist doctrines, and transforming the Western Lands into a Buddhist land,” Monk Fayin nodded, recounting past events.

“Did Amitabha achieve enlightenment in the Immortal Plane?” Li Qingshan asked in confusion.

“Yes, but at that time, the world was still tolerant enough to accommodate Venerables. Emperors could still gain enlightenment in the Immortal Plane and explore the realm of Venerables,” Monk Fayin nodded.

“Why is it not possible now?” Li Qingshan asked humbly, sitting opposite Monk Fayin.

“The rules of the world have changed. Over the millions of years, the Immortal Plane has suffered losses and has been losing its origin energy. In the past, there were many Immortal Emperors, but now, it’s very difficult for Immortal Emperors to break through, let alone Venerables,” Monk Fayin sighed, lamenting the state of the Immortal Plane.

“Senior, what is the origin of the Supreme Path?” Li Qingshan asked with a furrowed brow.

“The Supreme Path is a special ‘path’. It is rumored to lead to Chaos. By traversing the Supreme Path, one can delve into Chaos, comprehend the origin energy, and break through the Emperor,” Monk Fayin said.

“Is there such a path?” Li Qingshan’s expression was strange.

“The Supreme Path appears every few million years. When it last appeared, Amitabha was still there. He personally went on the Supreme Path, and Flower Immortal went too,” Monk Fayin recalled the past.

“And then?” Li Qingshan asked curiously.

“Amitabha didn’t come back. He just used his great power to send back a strand of Flower Immortal’s remnant soul and instructed me to guard Flower Immortal, saying she is hope. So, I’ve been guarding her for millions of years,” Monk Fayin said softly, with a touch of nostalgia on his aging face. For these millions of years, he hadn’t gone anywhere, just lived quietly in the Western Lands, comprehending the rules and ignoring the external conflicts.

“Flower Immortal is hope…” Li Qingshan murmured. What was this hope?

And, were Hua Yun sisters really reincarnations of Flower Immortal sisters?

Or were they the rebirth of a remnant soul?

Li Qingshan was filled with questions. He looked at Monk Fayin and earnestly asked, “Senior, please tell me the truth of this world.”

“Do you want to know the truth?” Monk Fayin asked.

Li Qingshan nodded solemnly. He said, “The Immortal Plane now is like a fog, with no sign of hope, like stagnant water without vitality. Those inside will gradually weaken. At this rate of degradation, in a few million years, all the Emperors will be gone, and even Immortal Kings won’t be able to break through. That’s the most terrifying part.”

The origin energy of the Immortal Plane was dissipating at an irreversible speed.

Few people in the Immortal Plane realized this, or if they did, they were helpless and could only sustain themselves.

It was terrifying.

Monk Fayin looked at Li Qingshan and suddenly reached out, tapping once again on Li Qingshan’s glabella.

Boom!

Li Qingshan’s Emperor primordial spirit was once again ejected.

He fell into a starry sky, looking around, he saw Monk Fayin in the same primordial spirit state.

“Do you see that huge planet ahead?” Monk Fayin pointed and asked.

Li Qingshan nodded. He saw it—a very large planet surrounded by many small, medium, and great chiliocosms attached to it.

“That’s the Immortal Plane,” Monk Fayin said.

Li Qingshan looked in astonishment. It was the first time he had seen the entirety of the Immortal Plane. Before, when he entered the starry sky and battled others, he had only glimpsed a corner of the Immortal Plane.

“In that case, the Immortal Plane is quite large,” Li Qingshan sighed.

“Is it?” Monk Fayin questioned. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, and the universe expanded abruptly. Countless stars shrank in size, and the Immortal Plane, which was as big as Li Qingshan’s mouth, also shrank to the size of a fist.

Ahead of the Immortal Plane, Li Qingshan saw a dam, surrounded by boundless starry sky, encircling the Immortal Plane.

“That’s the dam…” Li Qingshan’s pupils constricted. He had seen this dam many times before. The races or forces behind the dam had great control over the Immortal Plane.

The Changsheng Emperor was controlled by them.

Li Qingshan had been very puzzled before. Where was such a massive dam stored?

There was no trace of a dam in the Immortal Plane.

Now that he saw the dam, Li Qingshan realized that it existed in the boundless universe, far away from the Immortal Plane. No wonder ordinary people could not find it.

“Now looking at the Immortal Plane now. It’s not that big, right?” Fo Yin asked.

Li Qingshan nodded, expanding his perspective to encompass the universe; indeed, the Immortal Plane was not large at all.