Secret Buyer

The Ultimate Realm.

The Celestial Lord of Tao and Virtue quietly gazed at the River of Time, calmly saying:

"What did Fellow Daoist Yu Huang do?"

"It’s unclear."

The Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerate replied solemnly:

"He intervened in some minuscule past events, making it difficult for me to see clearly now, so I shattered His Celestial Emperor Palace."

The two Supremes sat facing each other, with a chessboard and some pieces placed on the stone platform between them,

and on the stone seat beside them was a blue lotus flower being held aloft.

The Taiqing Celestial Lord of Tao and Virtue withdrew his gaze from the River of Time and looked at the chess pieces on the board:

"The True Realm Killing Formation of sixteen realms is truly remarkable. With just a dozen or more ancient beings, it can lever the long-buried and replaced history."

The Primordial Celestial Venerate’s face showed a smile:

"If those Fellow Daoists’ plans really succeeded, it would be quite troublesome."

The Tao Fruit must be absolutely perfect to have any chance of being achieved,

What is perfection?

Self-perfection is perfection, and past perfection is also a form of perfection,

The Three Pristine Ones can suppress many Supreme Fruit Positions, not only because they are the oldest among the oldest,

But also because, in the long years of struggle, the Three Pristine Ones have won more than they lost—or rather, they have lost,

But the histories they lost were corrected, erased, and replaced by Them.

And thus,

The Three Pristine Ones have become the absolute winners of today.

"To prove the Tao Fruit, both perfection and Zhang Fusheng are indispensable."

The Primordial Celestial Venerate said calmly:

"If Zhang Fusheng truly falls into a sealed history, it becomes a choice between two outcomes: either rescue him, losing the past’s ’unfailing success’,"

"Or maintain the historical correctness, sustaining our place among the Supremes, but Zhang Fusheng would be incompatible."

The Celestial Lord of Tao and Virtue nodded slightly, gazing at the dozen or so chess pieces in the corner of the board:

"The True Realm Killing Formation gathered fifteen ancient beings among the most ancient ones."

"Actually, twelve of them are under our control."

"The only three variables are the Northern Emperor, the Great Sun Tathagata, and the Medicine Master Tathagata."

The two Supremes sat upright yet expressive, their expressions relaxed.

The Celestial Lord of Tao and Virtue paused, with a smile emerging on his face:

"The Golden Mother, a long time ago, was refined by the Lingbao. The Unborn Mother is a manifestation of the Golden Mother, but also a manifestation of the Lingbao."

"As for the other Yuxu Eleven Immortals..."

Taiqing paused slightly, without continuing.

The Yuxu Twelve Immortals are all disciples of the Primordial Celestial Venerate, just as the rebellion of ’Xuanqing Daoist’ was within His plan,

So too was the rebellion of those eleven within the will of the Primordial Celestial Venerate.

Their rebellion was because He wanted them to rebel.

"Unfortunately, the Time Stone is indestructible and cannot always perceive all things in the present timeline."

The Primordial Celestial Venerate sighed softly, then smiled, picking up a piece inscribed with the words "Unborn Mother,"

He caressed the piece, speaking calmly:

"Just wait for the True Realm Killing Formation; we might counterattack, trapping those like Amitabha and Fuxi."

"Then...."

The attendant boy, about to pour tea, saw the faint smile on the Primordial Lord’s face suddenly freeze,

The next moment.

’Crack!’

A shattering sound rang out.

The boy instinctively looked, only to see the piece that the Primordial Lord had just picked up suddenly split into fragments.

The piece representing "Unborn Mother" shattered into powder, scattering and disappearing in this timeless, spaceless ultimate place without a trace.

The two Great Celestial Venerables were momentarily stern, then relaxed,

Taiqing stroked his long beard and softly said:

"This was somewhat unexpected. I wonder which Fellow Daoist’s handiwork this is. Perhaps they sensed an anomaly with the Golden Mother, but it’s no matter..."

The boy continued to lower his head to pour tea.

Just lowered his head.

’Crack!’

The second cracking sound echoed, and he looked blankly to see another chess piece on the board crumble into nothingness,

The characters "Manjushri" on the piece also dissipated along with it.

Then the third piece, the fourth piece, the fifth piece...

Taiyi, Daoxing, Yellow Dragon...

Until only the last four pieces remained, representing the Yuxu Twelve Immortals: Cihang, Taiyi, Yuding, and Guang Chengzi.

The boy’s hand trembled, spilling tea onto the ground. He hurriedly prostrated himself and dared not speak, his heart in turmoil!

Twelve Immortals, twelve Daluo pieces, were gone in the blink of an eye... eight were gone!

Plus the initially shattered "Unborn Mother"... nine Daluos!

Those are Daluos!

Those are Daluos!

All of this, simultaneously existing and not existing, fell into silence.

The Celestial Venerate was silent.

For a long time.

"This is interesting." Taiqing slowly dusted off the chessboard, saying calmly: "They have not perished; they have just been... forced out of the game."

The hundred thousand years beneath the Time Stone, in some sense, are already separated from the past eras,

To kill a Daluo requires simultaneously erasing all traces and manifestations of that Daluo across time,

But due to the Time Stone,

The Daluo’s True Spirit from these hundred thousand years was severed, so the corresponding Daluo still exists... but cannot enter this hundred thousand years anymore.

It is equivalent to being forced out of the game.

The Primordial Celestial Venerate’s face was ashen, staring at the chessboard, speaking coldly:

"I wonder which Fellow Daoist this might be?"

Taiqing shook his head, only sighed:

"Let’s watch and see."

He looked to the River of Time, to the Time Stone at the end of Time, suddenly saying:

"Since some Fellow Daoist is in such a hurry... let’s accelerate the process."

As he spoke.

Taiqing’s eyes gleamed coldly, his hand caressing the chessboard, finally settling on a large, cracked chess piece that was still entangled.