Star Trace Gate

Chapter 821: Disembowelment to repay the teacher's kindness

Chu Jin is crazy.

There was an uproar in the Jiuli world. No one had ever thought that the final battle that the endless spectators had been looking forward to for nearly a year would end with Chu Jin being possessed by a demon and automatically being declared the loser.

Although, before Chu Jin was automatically declared defeated, he had already been defeated by the Ancient Emperor's descendant. Everyone saw it clearly. If the divine incarnation wearing the Nine Dragon Crown hadn't restrained the power of reincarnation at the critical moment, Chu Jin would have likely perished under that terrifying finger shadow long ago...

However, the spectators in the Jiuli world genuinely felt sorry for this genius, capable of opening the Nine Meridians of Immortal Light. It wasn't that they couldn't accept his loss, but they simply couldn't bear to see him become possessed by evil in his defeat, completely ruined.

People are more likely to sympathize with the "weak" or the losers.

The spectators really couldn't understand why the unparalleled talent cultivated by the Xianlan Sect had such an obsession in his heart that was comparable to that of evil demons!

Shouldn't the son of an immortal sect be in a state of mind that is devoted to the Dao, indifferent and inaction? How could he care about the gains and losses of the moment, trapped in obsession and becoming possessed? Isn't this the same as ordinary people?

"What a pity, how foolish. A fourth-grade cultivator has opened nine meridians. Even if he doesn't receive the Emperor's teachings, what good will that do? With this kind of talent, he will definitely reach the sixth grade in the future. Even if he touches the forbidden realm of the gods, it is not impossible. Why must he be obsessed with the victory or defeat this time?" A young talent commented with great regret.

Beside him, his grandfather stood with his hands behind his back, his mind also reflecting. He replied softly, "You certainly feel pity for Chu Jin standing on a high platform, possessed by the gaze of the masses, possessed by his demonic power. But beyond this platform, among the billions of living beings, how many have had their mad words silenced?"

"It's not Chu Jin who's crazy, it's the madness of the Jiuli world."

He shook his head gently, expressing his inner feelings.

The world was filled with noisy discussions, but Chu Jin, who was being watched and evaluated, was in a state of madness. In the blurry light of the southwest sky, he kept bombarding the door of the Guichen Dojo that no one could see.

He hadn't even heard the Heavenly Dao's announcement, much less realized he'd been declared defeated. The Great Dao Battle at the Emperor's Tomb had concluded. He simply wanted to shatter the gate with countless divine arts, seize that single drop of the supreme divine object, and exchange it for a fleeting moment of freedom...

In the southwest sky, Ren Ye and the young marquis were floating outside the blurry scene, constantly messaging Chu Jin, hoping to wake him up, but they never received any response.

"boom!"

At this moment, there was a sudden roar between heaven and earth. Ren Ye and the young marquis realized almost at the same time that the laws of nature in this place were changing rapidly.

The power of the Heavenly Dao that had been oppressing the cultivators' bodies and souls was suddenly receding, and they suddenly felt an immense sense of relief.

"The suppression of the Heavenly Dao is dissipating, and this place is about to become a place of no quality." The young marquis was the first to make a judgment, looking up at the sky: "The opportunity of the previous era is coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ren looked outside the emperor's tomb, but saw the misty fairy fog dissipating. Not far away, the scenery of the five cities of Xianlan came into view, and it was also very close.

The battle for the Great Dao ended, and the Emperor's tomb opened to the human world.

"brush!"

Suddenly, Ren also sensed that on the Dragon Viewing Platform in the center of Xingshan Mountain, there was an extremely terrifying aura of oppression that suddenly enveloped the southwest sky.

"Damn it, Lao Deng is coming, slip away, slip away!"

Ren was also shocked, and without hesitation he activated his magic and flew straight towards the Guichen Lei.

"Don't be afraid of him. Give me 16 million star sources and I will invite you to Dongdeng Mansion. I will protect you there and no one will dare to touch you." The young marquis made an offer at the right time.

"What if your ancestor is not a good person either?!" Ren Ye refused to listen to the advice.

"Then you should also give him 16 million star sources." The young marquis also left the southwest sky and flew after Ren Ye.

In a flash, the two returned to the Return to Dust Arena and felt that the Heavenly Dao suppression had not dissipated, and it was still a fourth-grade secret realm. However, outside the arena, the Heavenly Dao suppression was receding like a tide, gradually evolving into a non-grade realm.

Sure enough, the two of them stood on the ring and just turned to look towards the southwest sky, they saw a slight vibration in the void. An old figure in snow-white clothes crossed the barrier between the human world and the emperor's tomb in just one step and appeared outside the blurry scene.

He had a straight back, a head full of white hair, and an extraordinary temperament. Whenever he moved his hands and feet, he was blessed with purple luck. With just a slight release of his aura, he was able to dispel the suppressing force of the Heavenly Dao that had not yet completely dissipated.

The sixth rank in the human world, the leader of the Xianlan Sect!

He was an old man who had lived for nearly three hundred years and had already touched upon the meaning of the great Dao.

Wuchen broke through the void and stepped into the emperor's tomb, but did not cause any strange phenomenon. It only caused a little vibration in the void, and his whole body was filled with a temperament of returning to nature, as if he had already transcended the mortal world and become an immortal.

The eyes of countless onlookers were all focused on Wu Chen at this moment, quietly watching the demeanor of the human leader.

Wu Chen looked at the disciple in the blurred light and shadow, and a feeling of helplessness and sadness appeared on his old face.

His deep eyes were like he was looking at his own child, full of heartache and regret.

After a long silence, Wu Chen called out, "Jin'er, come home with me."

The calling voice was like a sharp sword, instantly penetrating the barrier of the secret realm, entering the blurry scene, and exploding in Chu Jin's ears.

In the blurry scene, Chu Jin was stunned for a moment, and then continued to bombard the door frantically as if he didn't hear his master's call.

"Ugh!"

He sighed deeply, "Jin'er, you don't even recognize your master?"

Wu Chen reluctantly raised his right arm, slowly raised his index finger, and gently shook it, saying, "Jin'er, wake up quickly!"

"boom!"

As soon as the words came out, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared between Chu Jin's eyebrows. Immediately afterwards, his most precious treasure, the "Xiangguo Bell", suddenly came into being without any host's spiritual power.

The ancient bell unfolded in the blurred light and scene, faintly supporting a void and hanging above Chu Jin's head.

Inside Chaolong City, a young man asked his master in confusion, "How come his master can also activate Chu Jin's treasure? Can a treasure recognize its master multiple times?!"

"No!"

The master beside him shook his head and explained, "Perhaps Chu Jin's ability is still unable to fully refine this heavenly treasure, and he can only rely on his master's divine consciousness to suppress it. Look at the Xiangguo Bell, it can actually support an area in the illusory realm blessed by the power of the Heavenly Dao. This shows... that it is not Chu Jin's power, but the old sect master's intervention."

"With a single thought, he can slightly alter the laws of Heaven. Is this... a sixth-rank Grandmaster who has just begun to grasp the meaning of the Great Dao?"

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of envy and his voice was full of admiration.

"Boom!"

The long and distant sound of bells echoed through the blurred scene and spread throughout the world.

The Xiangguo Bell shone with a thousand-foot-long Buddha light and emitted a magnificent and endless sound of chanting, as if there were 180,000 eminent monks chanting scriptures together and preaching the Dharma to save all living beings.

The slowly opening realm of the Emperor's Tomb is filled with Buddha's light and peaceful scenery, which is intoxicating.

Wuchen floated above the sky and spoke again: "Hear the bell, let go of your obsession, Jin'er wake up!"

Wu Chen's words seemed to echo with the sound of the bell, and his raised index finger seemed to be wrapped with an invisible silk thread, which could remotely control the Prime Minister's Bell.

The bell rings, Master is calling!

In the blur of light and shadow, the madness in Chu Jin's eyes receded like the tide. His blood-stained body also instantly calmed down, no longer bombarding the door.

The sound of chanting rang loudly in his ears, and Chu Jin floated blankly in the illusory scene. He felt that the obsession, madness, and persistence in his heart had disappeared, and were replaced by a sense of calm and peace.

He had once used the Xiangguo Bell's method of salvation to persuade the Little Bad King to lay down his butcher knife and stop fighting. But now, the Xiangguo Bell, controlled by Master Wuchen, shone with Buddha's light and listened to the Zen sound of salvation, which instantly freed him from his obsession and restored his good thoughts.

Amidst the Buddha's light, Chu Jin listened to his master's calls. The kindness that had been suppressed in his heart after he became possessed by the devil suddenly surged, and he also remembered the extremely rare warmth in his life.

When I was six years old, it rained heavily.

This young Taoist boy, who had just entered the Dao Palace, was bullied, beaten, and scolded by his fellow disciples. Feeling wronged and afraid, he went to the law enforcement elder, but the elder told him that the world was inherently cruel, and if he didn't want to be bullied, he had to be the one bullying others.

These extremely cold words filled the little Taoist boy with a contradictory feeling of determination and fear about the path of Taoism, which involves fighting against heaven, against others, and against himself.

He was determined that he didn't want to be bullied, didn't want to be called a bastard, and didn't want his father to be humiliated by his fellow disciples. So, since he had come to the Dao Palace, he would work hard to cultivate the Dao, transform through hardships, and become a strong man that everyone envied and respected.

He was horrified and conflicted because, while he wanted to be strong, he didn't want to be the one bullying others. That wasn't how his father taught him, and that wasn't how the path of cultivation should be.

Amidst the bullying and humiliation of his fellow disciples, and amidst his relentless struggles, he suffered nightmares day after day. He dreamed of himself, huddled in the dimness of the Celestial Palace, a sharp knife hidden in his sleeve. After pleading in vain, he stood up and stabbed all ten or so fellow disciples to death beneath the shadow of the high wall...

He was covered in blood and woke up suddenly with a lingering fear.

When he looked up again, he saw an old man sitting next to his bed. He had an extremely kind face and his eyes were full of reassuring look.

He found that he was no longer in the dormitory of ordinary disciples, but someone had carried him here when he fell asleep.

Is this the old man before him? Is this the leader of the immortal sect who brought him from his hometown?

He didn't know, so he just bowed in fear and called out, "Disciple...disciple greets the Sect Master!"

The old man looked at him with a smile, and even reached out to touch his messy hair, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and said softly, "Law Enforcement Elder, you can use the sect's laws to restrict the words and actions of disciples, but you can't restrict the hearts of people. The human heart has a dark side as well as a bright side, and even immortals can't change this."

"Jin'er, you are too kindhearted and not good at interacting with others. From now on, you will live in this Wendao Palace."

The old man looked at him and nodded gently. "I'll be sitting right beside you, reading ancient books. You can see me before you close your eyes, and you can see me after you open them. In two days, you'll be free of nightmares."

The six-year-old Daoist boy felt at ease in an instant after hearing the old man's words. It was also the first time he felt at home in this cold Dao Palace.

The memories of the years flow slowly in my mind, accompanied by the melodious sound of bells.

During the ten-year competition, Master Xun sent a cheating elixir and told Chu Jin that he could not lose, because if he lost, many people would be disappointed.

He was once again caught in a dilemma. He wanted to become the chief, he wanted to shine in the Xianlan Sect as the son of a rural zither maker, to show his peers that this loser who had been bullied in his childhood would reign supreme in the Dao Palace tomorrow.

He held the pill, his eyes gradually darkening and becoming determined. He didn't want to make any mistakes.

But when he turned around, he remembered the kind and virtuous old man who loved him like a child. He not only taught him the magic, but also taught him many principles of life.