Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 545 - 302: Virtue Descends from Heaven_2

The Queen Mother smiled and said, "Rest assured, everything is prepared; we are just waiting for the right moment. However, should we decide on the teacher ahead of time?"

"Aside from those few who are about to transcend, there are only a handful capable of this task within the Three Realms, and those adept at teaching are even rarer—a true rarity indeed, leaving us little choice," she added.

"That is true, choosing him is a good option. Though his realm is not exceptionally high, he is skilled at teaching and has a wide circle of friends; indeed, a sound choice," she agreed.

The two held their quiet discussion, seemingly settling some significant affair.

At this moment, Tang Monk had already shed his mortal coil, the body that bore the immense fortune and destiny of the Human Path was riddled with countless holes. Yet, Golden Cicada possessed the innate divine skill of shedding and easily establishing anew, ascending once more to the Buddha's realm.

Although the True Scriptures were not yet in hand, the celestial merits had already descended. Many cultivators gazed longingly at the dazzling display in the sky. Since the time of Divine Enthronement, there had not been seen such a spectacle of heavenly merit materializing into substance, hanging in the sky, casting a kaleidoscope over the entire heavens.

Of course, for many cultivators, this merit was merely something to yearn for; it was not their turn to partake. After all, those who dared to reach out had already perished under Monkey's iron rod.

The greatest share of merit naturally fell upon Mount Ling and the companions of the Journey to the West. They saw that multicolored radiance shone brilliantly around the teacher and his disciples, and the aura of each one grew steadily stronger. Especially Monkey, who, with this vast merit, successfully combined the Three Flowers at the Top, crossing a realm many cultivators could only dream of.

Golden Cicada also had the Three Flowers above his head, reaching the same realm. Bajie and Sand Monk took advantage of this opportunity to bring forth the Five Qi towards their origin, and even Bai Longba fully activated the Five Qi. The companions of the Journey to the West reaped the greatest benefits, which caused many a Bodhisattva and Arhat in Mount Ling to look on with envy.

The remaining fortune scattered about, bestowing upon those who had taken part in the great trials of the Journey to the West.

Lu Yu also received considerable merit for he had participated in the Journey to the West numerous times. Thus, a burst of multicolored merit instantly enveloped him, flashes of cultivation insights crossing his mind, his vital energy bursting forth, and the Three Flowers of essence, energy, and spirit faintly visible, yet he was still one step short of reaching the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top.

"What a pity, I'm still one step away!" Lu Yu sighed slightly.

"But perhaps this is for the best. If I were to break through by relying on this merit, I might lack some insights, which would not bode well for future cultivation. I'll need to remind Monkey of this as well," he mused.

Lu Yu now had the confidence that he could reach the realm of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top on his own strength, fostering courage and conviction after such prolonged effort.

Liu Qingyun was already there, congratulating his teacher. After all, this was a celestial merit, exceedingly rare, and his teacher had received so much of it—how could he not celebrate?

Lu Yu just grinned and waved his hand, saying, "It's as expected, nothing surprising. Your martial uncles have actually reaped the most benefit this time."

"You mean the merit is because my martial uncle has completed his achievement?" Liu Qingyun asked excitedly, for he had heard from his teacher before that his martial uncle was undertaking a task of great consequence for all creatures across the Three Realms.

"That's right; I expect you'll be able to meet him before long," Lu Yu said with a gentle smile and a nod.

"Teacher, can you now tell us exactly what happened? We are utterly clueless," they implored.

"Of course, I can. Even if you hadn't asked, I would have explained it in detail either way. After all, this change concerns everyone, and you cannot remain uninvolved. It's only right that you should know," he stated.

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"Just now, your fellow disciples successfully arrived at Mount Ling, accomplishing the Journey to the West and resurrecting the Ancestral Dragon, the progenitor of the Dragon Clan. Since ancient times, the Ancestral Dragon's existence has been bound to the human race's fortune and destiny. With its resurrection, the human race's fortune and destiny grow even stronger, and the seal across Kyushu has spread throughout heaven and earth. From now on, any land illuminated by the sun and moon will be considered the territory of the human race, suppressed by the Human Path's fortune and destiny."

"For ordinary people, from this moment forward, it will become incredibly difficult for Immortal Gods and ghosts to meddle in mortal affairs. For you cultivators, however, using mana in the mortal realm will become much more challenging, your spell failure rate will drastically increase, and if you accumulate too much karmic retribution from the Human Path, breaking through to higher realms will also become exceedingly difficult."

Big Black Donkey immediately pulled a long face upon hearing this. He had originally planned to seize the opportunity to indulge and live it up in the mortal world, but such an event had made it much more challenging to move about in the human realm; he might not even be able to maintain his human form, which would ruin his plans for easy living.

Lu Xun, however, appeared pensive; he was contemplating how this situation might affect him, as his ancestor was considered the pinnacle among cultivators. If this meant that his ancestor could no longer intervene, his own situation might become incredibly difficult.

He was also aware, that in the end, one must rely on oneself to conquer the world, for anything else is but a castle in the air, which a gust of wind could easily shake and threaten to topple.

Liu Qingyun, however, saw Lu Xun's concerns and chuckled, saying, "Just because others cannot intervene, does not mean I cannot. After all, as a Human Sage, I possess such privileges."

But Lu Yu was quick to pour cold water, saying, "Don't count on me intervening. If someone from the Cultivation Realm disregards their dignity to bully the weak, I wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson, but for all other times, you will have to rely on yourself. Only then can you sit firmly on the throne you've won, ruling with integrity."

Lu Xun nodded in deep agreement, unaware that even without Lu Yu's intervention, his presence alone would bring him endless fortune and destiny, which was in itself the greatest advantage. But Lu Yu had no intention of telling him this, lest he develop a complacent heart.

As the Journey to the West officially came to a close, the curtain of change in the Three Realms was fully raised. Various saints began to make shallow forays, preparing for transcendence, and the powers privy to these secrets started their earnest scheming, laying the groundwork for the future.

The seemingly placid Three Realms began to roil with undercurrents.

Of course, these ripples had not yet reached Mountain Luoxia. Since the descent of merit from the heavens, Lu Yu had begun a new round of cultivation. He needed to consolidate the strength he gained from the beneficence of heaven and earth as quickly as possible, fortifying his foundation and thoroughly converting his gains into his own roots.

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Lu Xun and the others also continued on their learning journey. Time passed imperceptibly in the monotonous life of the mountains, and one day, Mountain Luoxia received an unexpected group of guests.

They were a bedraggled band, who after a grueling journey had reached this place, rumored to hide ferocious beasts within its dense woods.

Most of them were young, and despite their disheveled appearance, they moved with discipline and order, clearly not ordinary refugees.

A thin scholar wiped the sweat from his brow and, panting slightly, turned to an old daoist beside him, asking, "Mr. Wu, are you sure the True Dragon we seek is in this location?"

Mr. Wu looked up at the towering forest and, after a moment's contemplation, responded, "If my teacher was not mistaken, it should indeed be here. Lao Han, you have always been skeptical, so why have you decided to bring them here?"

Lao Han sighed and replied, "I'm at my wit's end. All these mouths depend on me for sustenance, and you know my capabilities. I can handle giving advice and managing affairs, but I lack decisiveness in action. If I cannot find a reliable person to lead, how can I be content? That's why I followed your nonsense to try my luck here; at worst, I'll ask that immortal for a meal."

Mr. Wu didn't believe his words and chuckled, shaking his head.

What Lao Han didn't mention was that he made this decision because of a dream about their deceased leader. He still remembered that it was a dark and windy night when, after finishing his work, he had fallen asleep on the desk.

In a haze, he heard a whisper in his ear, seemingly calling his name.

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