Chapter 152: The Gate of Mysterious Female (Supplemental)

Brilliant light and myriad auspicious colors burst forth within the White Tiger Divine Palace.

That magnificent canopy spun leisurely, spawning all manner of colored radiances that hovered high in the air. Various Dao rhythms manifested, and one could vaguely discern a Gate of Creation standing wide open, from which the mist of genesis billowed forth.

"Is that... the Gate of Xuanpin?" Xu Zhong widened his eyes when he saw the portal that looked so remarkably like the Gate of Creation.

It was not the Gate of Creation, but the Gate of Xuanpin.

When Qi cultivators attain the status of innate deities, they first blast open the Gate of Xuanpin, harvest the primordial breath between heaven and earth, comprehend the original breath, and thereby refine the innate to achieve the realm of the Creator.

At this moment, the Gate of Xuanpin was already open.

Those Qi cultivators who had seen through the true nature of this portal had already taken action.

They flew like arrows toward the Gate of Xuanpin.

Yet within a split second, they were annihilated by the breath of destruction emanating from outside the Gate of Xuanpin, suffering a complete obliteration of both body and soul—among them were not a few Exterior-realm Qi cultivators.

Their deaths shook the others profoundly, forcing the onlookers to re-evaluate everything before their eyes.

"The valley spirit never dies; this is called the mysterious female. The gate of the mysterious female is called the root of heaven and earth."

This was the origin of Xuanpin.

The Gate of Xuanpin led to the source of the Dao, and through it, one could glimpse the power of the innate.

Possessing the innate meant becoming the Dao-One.

That is, the Dao gives birth to all things, and all things emerge from the Gate of Xuanpin.

The creation of something from nothing by the Creators was precisely because they had already cultivated the "Dao-One" within themselves.

At this moment, the power of the innate flowed out from the Gate of Xuanpin.

This was a formless and substanceless mysterious power.

Even Interior-realm Qi cultivators found it difficult to perceive, seeing only a hazy blur before their eyes.

Yet there were exceptions.

The Gate of Xuanpin exhaled and inhaled the light of Primordial Beginning, brimming with the supreme might of all origins.

This might could only be viewed from afar and must not be profaned.

Once a Qi cultivator rashly approached, the light of Primordial Beginning would transform into the breath of destruction, completely obliterating everything about the cultivator.

Even Exterior and Interior realms located tens of thousands of miles away would perish at the very instant the cultivator died.

At this time, the White Tiger Divine Palace flung wide open.

An illusory blood puppet looking identical to Xifeng Lie walked out from within.

Its gaze was dazed, and it looked rather dim-witted, yet its aura was overwhelmingly powerful, as if it were the master of the White Tiger Divine Palace.

"The Great Way is fifty, using forty-nine, leaving one to escape," the blood puppet mechanically uttered. "Those who know the way of change—can they know the workings of the gods?"

If the entire White Tiger Divine Palace were likened to the Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao reared all living beings like poisonous insects in a jar, forcing them to slaughter one another, compelling them to become the escaped "one."

Then, they should still retain a sliver of a chance of survival.

"Those who know the way of change."

This line meant: the "Dao" commands all changes.

"Can they know the workings of the gods."

This line meant: Qi cultivators who have mastered the "Dao" act with the efficacy of deities.

What is a deity?

"The valley spirit never dies!"

The "valley spirit" is the deity!

Connecting its words together, one could arrive at a conclusion.

If all the Qi cultivators present wished to survive, they had no choice but to force themselves to become the "valley spirit."

And once they became the "valley spirit," they would be able to master the Gate of Xuanpin.

An innate deity possessed four Gates of Xuanpin.

The heart has four orifices, hence it gives birth to four gates.

Within this divine mountain, there were three other Gates of Xuanpin.

Just like the four symbols of heaven, they occupied the four cardinal directions.

Even if one obtained the White Tiger Divine Palace and the White Tiger Gate of Xuanpin, it did not guarantee an escape from the laws of this divine mountain.

The raising of poisonous insects would not end!

Only when the very last person emerged victorious would the final chapter be written.

And that person would possess all four Gates of Xuanpin in an instant, thereby transforming into an innate deity.

"You lot are truly lucky!" Fu Xuan glanced at the Gate of Xuanpin, and listening to the words of the blood puppet, he too arrived at a conclusion similar to Xu Zhong's in his heart.

Thus, he abandoned Xu Zhong and left.

After all, no matter how profound the Golden Elixir within Xu Zhong's body might be, it could not rival the Gate of Xuanpin.

Among the numerous Qi cultivators in the White Tiger Divine Palace, he was unquestionably the strongest. In his eyes, this Gate of Xuanpin belonged to him by right.

Fu Xuan put away his treasured sword and drifted lightly toward the White Tiger Divine Palace.

At this moment, the blood puppet had also finished speaking its piece.

"Boom!"

With a soft sound, the blood puppet inexplicably exploded.

The instant it exploded, blinding light of ten thousand丈 burst forth from within its body.

The radiance was so piercing that it brought tears to people's eyes.

Yet not a single person chose to close their eyes at this moment.

That dazzling light coiled between heaven and earth, erupting into various colored radiances that wove together in the air to form four large characters: White Tiger True Transmission.

These four characters connected upward to the Gate of Xuanpin and downward to the White Tiger Divine Palace, resembling supreme authority.

Only by becoming the True Transmission of the White Tiger could one master the Gate of Xuanpin.

Fu Xuan felt a stir of ambition in his heart.

Yet before he could make a move, the four characters of the White Tiger True Transmission began to tremble violently, cracks spreading across their surface.

They shattered in an instant, splitting into twelve fragments that scattered in all directions as twelve streams of light.

The crowd was bewildered.

Already, Fu Xuan had plucked down a stream of light.

In his hand, the stream of light transformed into a white tassel hanging at his waist.

He stared downward, sensing the stream of light. In an instant, he was deeply immersed; various Dao rhythms drifted out from his body, forming all sorts of wondrous manifestations—dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, qilin spitting auspiciousness, purple qi coming from the east, and so on, too numerous to take in.

Moreover, Fu Xuan's own cultivation began to grow.

The white tassel possessed unknown wondrous uses, allowing Fu Xuan to comprehend Daoist magic right on the spot.

Seeing this, the others also began to scramble for them.

If not for Fu Xuan's sword unleashing a surging river of sword qi that severed the void like an impassable thunder-pool, ferocious individuals would likely have taken desperate risks at that very moment.

Xu Zhong felt a premonition and looked toward the magnificent canopy.

The canopy began to tilt slightly, slowly inhaling and exhaling divine light.

In the dark, a wave of karmic calamity was breeding within this space, spreading throughout the White Tiger Divine Palace and descending upon the heads of all the Qi cultivators in the palace, swirling into a small thundercloud.

The other Qi cultivators were slower than Xu Zhong in perceiving the karmic calamity; they did not yet know they were trapped in an inescapable doom.

"There is no aura of karmic calamity on Fu Xuan!" Xu Zhong looked at Fu Xuan.

"Is it related to that True Transmission fragment?" Xu Zhong thought to himself.

Meanwhile, those True Transmission fragments had already sparked a scramble among the gathered Qi cultivators.

All kinds of Daoist spells emerged endlessly, and the Dao rhythms born from the collision of spiritual light permeated the divine palace.

Quite a few people remained watching, just like Xu Zhong and his three companions.

Yet the next moment, the canopy swayed gently, and a surge of divine light poured forth, transforming into a guillotine blade that slashed down along the necks of several watching Qi cultivators.

Blood gushed like springs, and their souls and spirits were utterly destroyed.

The three of them were terrified.

The White Tiger Divine Palace was also forcing them to fight for the True Transmission fragments.

Yet with so many Qi cultivators here, many of them above the Exterior realm and below the Interior realm.

How difficult would it be for the three of them to acquire all the True Transmission fragments?

"You two enter Fengdu, and hand the Book of Life and Death over to me." Xu Zhong's whole body awakened with the power of the God of Leize.

At this moment, he was the greatest karmic calamity.

He used karmic calamity to resist karmic calamity.

Shi Yue made a decisive move, releasing the Book of Life and Death and bringing Yun Yong into the fragments of Fengdu.

"Be quick!" she said to Xu Zhong before entering.

"I only have one hundred years of merit. I just slashed away a hundred years, Tang Yuan consumed a hundred years, and the remaining three hundred years will only last us three days if all three of us stay."

One hundred years of merit allowed a Fengdu proxy to slip into Fengdu for a day.

When Tang Yuan entered Fengdu earlier, one day had already passed.

Xu Zhong nodded and stowed the Book of Life and Death into his Niwan palace.

"It seems I have to fight for my life!"

The stronger the aura of karmic calamity on Xu Zhong, the more terrifyingly he could feel that magnificent canopy to be.

The next moment, the karmic calamity upon him was breached, hanging above his head like a blade, forcing him to fight for his life.