Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Chapter 517: Record of the Deposed Immortal

The moment the golden light of the high palace lit up, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

On the Qianxing Terrace, Zhang Jincheng was so frightened that he could hardly control himself. The ink pen in his hand suddenly slipped, leaving an undignified mark on the page, and the ink mark was less than an inch away from Chen Lin's name.

This inch meant the difference between life and death, but neither Eunuch Chen who escaped death nor Zhang Jincheng who failed to kill anyone had time to care about the Record of Exiled Immortals.

The golden light that pierced the dome in the high hall of the Temple of Heaven was actually the light of golden candles!
The tiny golden candle, only three inches long, suddenly burst out with a light as dazzling as the scorching sun. It was a light that had never and could not bloom since the day it was born!
The light only lasted for a short moment. After stinging countless pairs of eyes, the beam of light quickly faded away, leaving only a long, thin scorch mark on the clouds covering the sky, as if the sky was cracked.

After the light, there was no trace of Jinzhu in the hall anymore.

Obviously, the radiance that soared into the sky was a self-destructive overdraft, which not only overdrafted the spiritual power of the golden candle itself, but also overdrafted the incense that the Xinheng royal family had offered for more than 600 years. But more important than the overdraft itself was that the abnormal movement of the golden candle was obviously contradictory to Zhang Jincheng's previous statement!

Could it be possible that he was behind such a huge phenomenon? !

"He is lying... Zhang Jincheng is lying!"

Soon, someone reacted, jumped high into the air, spoke loudly, and used his energy and blood to stimulate rolling waves of sound, ruthlessly exposing the truth.

"The Golden Candle is definitely not a hoax, the blessing of the Heavenly Court is always there! Now the immortal has finally shown his power, the traitor Zhang Jincheng, you and your dog master will soon be annihilated!"

"The Queen Mother is wise and powerful, and may Xinheng be blessed with great fortune and prosperity!"

For a time, rampant words about the survivors were heard one after another outside the Eastern Capital.

On the high platform, Wang Luo couldn't help laughing and asked, "National Master, so you were just talking nonsense?"

Zhang Jincheng shook his head in disbelief: "How could it be...Everything I said is true! The so-called heavenly blessing of the golden candle is indeed just a scam! Although the golden candle can take advantage of the incense of the mortal world, entrust the new and eternal luck, and reflect the fortune of the country. But it itself has no ability to communicate with the heaven. From the beginning to the end, it is a mortal thing! If not, how can a mere mortal like me control the things of the immortals!?"

Wang Luo turned his head to look at the ruins of the high palace and the remaining candle ash in the ruins, and shook his head and said, "It's a pity that there is no way to verify your words now. Then, how do you explain the bright light of the golden candle just now, which shot straight into the sky? Could it be that because you killed Yu Gong, Xinheng's national fortune will be prosperous and the sky will be broken? Or did Xinheng finally welcome a distinguished guest whose weight was enough to shake the world?"

However, Wang Luo did not get a reply from Zhang Jincheng afterwards.

The world around him seemed to freeze as he asked the question quietly.

All the noisy and flashy sounds subsided unconsciously. The wind stopped blowing, the clouds stopped rolling, and the 100,000 people outside the East Capital were like mechanical puppets whose spiritual energy had been exhausted, frozen in place in unnatural postures.

Even the tens of millions of people in the bustling city stopped breathing at this moment.

There was only a thin line in the sky, a thin line that was cracked by the light of the golden candle, like a newly born bud, quietly blooming and extending on the layers of dark clouds. It was so small that it was almost unnoticeable among the clouds of light and shadow. However, in this completely still and dead world, it was the only living thing, so every move of it attracted everyone's attention, as if it was the master of the world.

The creatures on the ground witnessed the growth of the line in a stiff posture. From an imperceptible thin line, it gradually extended and expanded, and in the blink of an eye it grew into a scar that cut through the clouds; in the blink of an eye, the entire sky was divided into two halves by it.

And in that crack that divides the sky, there is a light that is brighter and more scorching than the sun.

The light called the wonderful Dharma.

According to legend, after the immortal practice reaches the stage of ascending to heaven, it is a long process of merging the body with the Tao, and people and Tao gradually become indistinguishable from each other in this process. Among them, those who have achieved the supreme realm are like the immortal ancestor Chicheng, who himself is the immortal law of the heavenly court, or even the immortal world itself. Below this realm are the golden immortals of wonderful methods. Immortals have achieved wonderful methods and can do whatever they want, free and easy for eternity. And such immortals, every move of their hands and feet contains the great way of the golden immortals, and every breath they take produces mystery. They are no longer ordinary creatures, but huge miracles that are difficult for mortals to describe.

Now, miracles rain down glorious traces from the cracked sky.

So, Wang Luo’s question naturally had an answer: the golden candle was shining brightly because the golden immortal with magical powers had descended to the earth.

Therefore, every person in the mortal world who sets foot on the immortal path - no matter which immortal path it is - realizes the ultimate truth of cultivation at the moment when the light shines. Many difficulties that plague cultivation disappear in this instant of enlightenment, and the rugged and bumpy immortal path is illuminated by this brilliant light and becomes smooth and bright, as if the whole way is unobstructed until the end of the road.

As a result, people were sincerely convinced and converted, and no more unnecessary thoughts were left in their hearts, wishing to be bathed in the light of the wonderful Dharma forever. The party struggles in Xinheng, the confrontation between the Heavenly Court and the Immortal Alliance... all became insignificant and insignificant at this moment.

Until a crisp shattering sound suddenly came, breaking this flawless immortal realm, like a crack cutting through the sky, awakening people from their silent dreams and making time flow again between heaven and earth.

Then, as the world got back to work, people began to panic.

Because they clearly saw that a layer of fine cracks was slowly emerging in the sky. The cracks were sandwiched between the clouds and the earth, and it was the location of the glazed net of the heavenly court that protected Xinheng! Now the cracks on the glazed net were as dense as a spider web, and it was vast and boundless, spreading all the way and covering the boundary between heaven and earth.

The golden light of the magic flowed from the cracks in the sky. It was reflected on the cracks of the glass net in the air, and it suddenly showed a frightening red and black color!

In an instant, the flawless golden light that illuminated the earth no longer had its original holiness, but became mottled and mixed like mud.

Then, people gradually realized that the fleeting and long dream of the wonderful method just now was really just a dream. After waking up, the immortal truths they understood in the dream could not remain in their minds at all. Instead, some important memories were melted and blurred in the golden light!

Then, people all realized at the same time: the light in the sky was by no means some holy and flawless golden light of magic, but was actually a light of disaster that disguised itself as holiness and tried to annihilate all things in the world!

If it weren't for the glazed net in the sky of Xinheng, if it weren't for the immortal treasure that was willing to sacrifice its own body to protect the people of the world from disasters, the consequences would have been unimaginable by now!
Just... why?
On the high platform, Wang Luo shook his head and laughed again: "So, what exactly were you so proud of just now? Is it any good for you to alert the Heavenly Court to the Xinheng incident? You don't think that the immortals in the Heavenly Court are really interested in correcting the chaos of the ants in the mortal world, do you?"

Even in this desperate situation, Wang Luo's voice was still clear and steady, steadily boosting the waves of despair in the hearts of every listener.

"If you have raised livestock, you should know that when there are signs of plague in the livestock, the most economical and effective way to deal with it is to kill them collectively and then replace them with a new batch of livestock. Therefore, after the immortal officials on duty were persuaded to defect by the national teacher Zhang Jincheng, you had no way out. Once the Heavenly Court noticed the changes in the mortal world, there would be no mercy waiting for you. And it was to avoid that result that the Immortal Alliance sent me to try to turn the tide. If we can lay the foundation of Dinghuang in Xinheng and build the Dinghuang barrier before the Heavenly Court glances at the mortal world, then even if the Miaofa Jinxian descends to the mortal world, the Immortal Alliance can protect Xinheng. Unfortunately, the only window of opportunity was missed by you."

"What nonsense!"

At this moment, a close minister with a stern appearance beside the Queen Mother could no longer suppress his anger and fear. He flew into the air and stuck close to the edge of the barrier outside the East Capital. He pointed his finger at Wang Luo and said sternly, "You are still spreading lies to confuse the people when you are about to die! Xinheng has been established for 600 years and has always been loyal to the Heavenly Court. The saintly virtues of the immortals are obvious. How could it be possible, how could it be possible..."

The loyal old minister's impassioned speech came to an abrupt halt halfway through.

Because just when he was filled with righteous indignation, the glazed net could no longer withstand all the golden light of the magic.

Along the fine cracks, a ray of magical golden light broke through the glazed net, seeping and dripping like liquid droplets, pulling down red threads as thin as hair from the sky, and falling on the head of the close minister.

The moment the droplet touched the human body, everything belonging to the living being was reduced to ashes, leaving only a loose official robe, which lost the support of the body and slowly floated down... It was as if the old minister's life had been crossed out in the Record of Exiled Immortals, and his death was exactly the same as Yu Gong's!
Just as people were surprised at the death of the old minister, a bloody drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Although the raindrops were sparse, they completely shattered everyone's faith.

Obviously, what Wang Luo said was right. The immortals in the heavenly court had no intention of showing any mercy to the chaos in Xinheng. All people, whether loyal or traitorous, were treated equally in front of the Golden Immortal of Wonderful Law.

Yang Shijun also showed incredible horror and despair at this moment.

"How could it be, how could it be him...you, where are you?"

Beside him, Yang Qijian and Yang Jiuzhong looked at each other in disbelief. Since the day of the mutiny, they had led the Yang family to fight against the world without hesitation, precisely because Yang Shijun, the pillar of stability, had always stood at the forefront. Now, Yang Shijun was actually confused and at a loss, how should others deal with it! ?
On the high platform, Wang Luo's face also became solemn: "Zhang Jincheng, turn the page!"

Zhang Jincheng was confused for a moment and did not understand the meaning of this order, and did not take any action.

Wang Luo lightly avoided the rain and explained quickly, "The timing of the Miaofa Jinxian's arrival is so coincidental. He was probably attracted by the Record of Immortal Dethronement that came from Miaofa Jinxian's hand! And the reason why he was attracted must be because there is a secret in the Record of Immortal Dethronement that cannot be known to outsiders... So, now as the owner of the Record of Immortal Dethronement, you must find out the secret as soon as possible!"

Just as he finished speaking, the crack in the sky suddenly expanded, and an eye of a giant with an incredibly huge body appeared from the crack that was hundreds of miles long.

Although he only had one eye, the malice and smile in his eyes were clearly imprinted in everyone's mind. At the same time, the voice of the Golden Immortal of Wonderful Law also sounded lightly.

"What a clever little ant..."

However, before the Golden Immortal could continue, Wang Luo's face darkened and he urged him sternly, "Zhang Jincheng, hurry up! That man is willing to talk to an ant. It's obvious that we have hit his weak spot. The secret in the Record of Exiled Immortals may be of great importance, even to his life!"

After hearing this, Zhang Jincheng no longer hesitated. He quickly used his spiritual consciousness to control his spiritual body and reached out to flip through the Record of Exiled Immortals. However, when he flipped through it, he couldn't help but gasp.

The weight of this page is like a mountain! Although he only has a temporary spiritual body at this time, after being promoted to a heroic spirit on the map, he can use more power than his physical body by using the endless spiritual power guided by the high platform. But with his cultivation in the fusion stage, he can hardly turn the page!

Then, a cold voice mocked him in his consciousness: "Just an ant..."

Wang Luo immediately lit up the Ascension Record: "Lingshan Zhang Jincheng, concentrate!"

In an instant, Zhang Jincheng's consciousness became clear again, and the weight of the pages in his hand seemed to have become much lighter!
It turned out that Wang Luo had stretched out his hand and placed it on Zhang Jincheng's knuckles, using his own skills to help him exert force.

"Hurry up."

With the combined efforts of the two, the Record of the Exiled Immortals quickly came to the previous page, and Zhang Jincheng's eyes suddenly widened and he gasped.

Because the previous page was filled with names, and at first glance there were as many as twenty names!

However, where in the world are there twenty Mahayana True Lords? ! The Immortal Alliance does not allow it, and Xinheng simply cannot breed so many! In the six hundred years since the founding of the country, from birth to death, there are at most ten people. As for the previous few hundred years, Mingzhou was turbulent and was often massacred by the Heavenly Court, and there was no chance to breed Mahayana. What's more, he didn't recognize any of the names on this page!
"Don't just stand there, keep flipping!"

Wang Luo's urging made Zhang Jincheng come back to his senses quickly and continue to turn the pages with all his strength...but the next page became even heavier. The moment the page was turned, Zhang Jincheng even felt his fingers begin to break.

But then he had no time to pay attention to his fingers, because he saw several familiar names on this page.

The names of several immortal officials on duty who have a good relationship with him!

In an instant, Zhang Jincheng finally realized the value of this Record of the Exiled Immortals... and then, before he could feel surprised, he felt deeply absurd.

Such a treasure was previously in the hands of those low-grade immortal officials on duty? Then it was casually brought into the Immortal Alliance, and now it is in his own hands?

The Record of Exiled Immortals, the Record of Exiled Immortals… The word “immortal” actually refers to the immortals in heaven!? The Record of Exiled Immortals is actually the record of the immortals’ life and death?

No wonder the Golden Immortal would be alarmed by this thing, and no wonder he would send down the light of destruction in such a cruel and ruthless manner.

No wonder he was so impatient!
(End of this chapter)