The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma?

Chapter 36 Participation in the War

Meanwhile.

An internal meeting of the powerful figures of the Nine Realms Gate is underway.

The sect leader, Fen Dao Ke, with a deep scar on his forehead, sat in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Let's begin the report. What's been happening this month?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

"Yes."

The handsome young man sitting to his left stood up, holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hands, and bowed slightly to the crowd.

The eldest disciple of the Burning Daoist unfolded the bamboo slips before Yu Yin and said loudly:

"First, a highly powerful magical corpse is suspected to have appeared in Sanchuan Town."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

"Sanchuan Town?"

"Isn't that where the Forgotten River Academy was located a thousand years ago?"

"Could it be one of those two supreme beings?"

Whispers filled the secret room.

Everyone present knew of the Wangchuan Academy's reputation from a thousand years ago.

The two supreme masters of the academy are even more famous.

Xiang Yuyin sighed, her tone tinged with regret:

"But subsequent investigations revealed that the body appeared to have already died."

"There seems to be a hint of the Three Truths in this."

The room fell silent for a moment.

"Is it Sanzhen again?"

Someone frowned, their tone carrying an inexplicable sense of apprehension.

"And the three disciples of our sect with supernatural powers and physical corpses who were previously identified as being in Xuzhou, the provincial capital, also perished tragically."

Xiang Yuyin continued, his gaze falling on the bamboo slips:

"The evidence at the scene does not indicate who or what faction did it."

He paused, then looked up at the crowd:

"But judging from all aspects, this is most likely also done by Sanzhenqian."

The atmosphere in the sealed room grew even more tense.

The Taoist priest sighed, a sigh tinged with the感慨 of someone who had experienced many vicissitudes of life:

"Sanzhen."

He paused, as if recalling something from a long time ago:

"The Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the Eternal World has been gone for countless years, yet he still influences us today."

The meeting fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

It seems that even that name is a huge taboo.

Burning Daoist waved his hand: "Continue."

"Yes."

Xiang Yuyin responded and returned her gaze to the bamboo slips:

"Secondly, five drops of true blood from all walks of life fell simultaneously in Shaanxi."

"It is expected that a zombie horde of tens of thousands of ordinary corpses will form."

"It is speculated that it is related to the Jintai Pear Garden, which was wiped out by the Three Immortals a thousand years ago."

A hoarse voice came from the corner:

"Do you have any specific information about the person seeking this transformation?"

Xiang Yuyin sighed:

"Sorry, the specific target for transformation into a Dharma corpse is still unclear."

"The events of a thousand years ago happened too suddenly, and few records of them have survived."

"Their places of descent are very concentrated, and their rank in life was at least that of a mid-level supernatural being."

Hei Zhu, Xiang Yuyin's younger sister and the second disciple of Fen Dao Ke, lit up upon hearing this:

"Finally, some good news."

Burning Daoist glanced at the crowd, his gaze as steady as an abyss:

"In short, that's what has happened recently."

"Everyone must keep their disciples in check and preserve their strength."

"Let's not let something like what happened in Xuzhou, the provincial capital, happen again."

His voice suddenly turned cold:

"We are about to face a major battle."

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"How to wage war?"

"Who dares to cause trouble for my Nine Realms Sect?"

The whispers turned into a noisy discussion.

The Taoist priest shook his head and sighed, "You will all know when the time comes."

He held out three fingers:

"The time is after March, and the location is in northern Shaanxi."

"We are vying for a priceless treasure, unprecedented in history, named the Myriad Paths Weaving Machine."

This strange explanation made everyone frown.

Three months later? Northern Shaanxi? A battle for a precious treasure?

Why can't we say it now?

And what exactly is this precious treasure?

Why is there only a name?

The Taoist priest offered no explanation.

With a serious expression, he slowly stood up, took out an ancient-looking token from his sleeve, and held it high.

The token was about the size of a palm, completely black, with an ancient "nine" engraved on the front and densely packed runes on the back, exuding a chilling aura.

"The sect leader's order is here!"

The voice of the Taoist priest, like a resounding bell, echoed in the secret chamber:

"I have made the following arrangements; execute them immediately without fail!"

Fen Daoke said one word at a time:

"First, those with great supernatural powers are forbidden from participating in the battle, and after three months, they are not allowed to leave the Nine Realms Gate!"

"Secondly, all magical treasures and talismans within the sect shall be handed over to the disciple of the Central Divine Power."

"You must dedicate yourself to training your disciple for three months, but they must not break through to the intermediate-level Divine Power realm."

"Third, news of this battle must be kept secret. Once you leave this place, you must forget about it three months from now."

Everyone's expression changed.

The three orders were all stranger than the last.

Not going to fight? Giving all the magic treasures to your disciples? And expecting you to forget about them yourself?

What's the logic behind this?

But the Burning Daoists did not give them a chance to question it.

He raised the sect leader's command aloft, his voice resounding and powerful:

"By the decree of the Nine Realms, all throughout history bear witness!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a strange change occurred.

A terrifying aura was brewing in the void.

The aura was ancient, vast, and irresistible, as if the entire world had opened its eyes in that instant.

Then, a bolt of lightning struck down fiercely.

Burning Daoist's body trembled violently, as if he had been hit head-on by a mountain, and he was instantly seriously injured.

His clothes were torn, revealing his lean body covered in old and new wounds, each one bleeding.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, splashing onto the jade floor in a shocking sight.

"Sect Master!!"

"master!!"

Xiang Yuyin and Hei Zhu exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward to help him up.

Burning Daoist waved his hand, stopping them.

He ignored the horrified looks on everyone's faces, and simply raised his head, staring intently at the sky.

In the void, wherever the Burning Daoist's gaze fell, one after another, phantom images of tokens slowly emerged.

There are eight in total.

The eight illusory tokens, plus the physical token in the Burning Daoist's hand.

All nine orders were gathered together.

The nine tokens slowly rotated in the secret room, emitting a faint glow that cast an uncertain light on each horrified face.

"Nine orders?!"

"This matter actually triggered nine orders?!"

Someone gasped in shock, their voice trembling.

Those present were all core members of the Nine Realms Gate, so they naturally knew what these nine orders meant.

The Nine Realms Gate Master's Token is a unique magical artifact capable of traversing the past and future.

When holding the sect leader's token, if one issues orders in the name of the sect leader and is subject to a causal penalty.

Then, the eight other sect leaders from the past and future of the Nine Realms will witness and vote on the matter.

For every additional approval from the Nine Realms Gate Masters from other timelines who were invited to witness the event, an additional Nine Realms Gate Token would appear in the void.

Now, all nine orders have been gathered.

This means that all eight other sect leaders, past and future, agree.

Therefore, no matter how absurd or incomprehensible it may seem, this matter must be carried out.

With immense shock, this bizarre decision was quickly passed.

Seeing that his resolution had been passed, Burning Daoist swallowed a pill, and some color returned to his pale face.

He leaned back in his chair, watching the eight illusory tokens slowly dissipate in the void, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Why doesn't my Nine Realms Sect have something as useful as the Three True Moon Token?

Is it too painful to have to endure a causal penalty for every vote?