“Greetings, Saint Mother Yuan Jun!”
At this moment.
A look of shock appeared in the eyes of the White Crane, who usually hung low.
He had never been told by the Hundred-Eyed Demon King about Xu Yuan’s identity as the ancient silk-worm immortal.
Therefore, he was unaware.
Hence, at this moment.
He was simply bewildered.
It was only the death of a lowly Hundred-Eyed Demon King.
But why did the Saint Mother Yuan Jun descend to this cramped mortal realm?
“White Crane.”
The former Western Queen Mother, now the Saint Mother Yuan Jun.
At this moment, she simply paced, arriving at the battlefield.
Behind her, the ribbon symbolizing her status as the true successor of the Immortal Dao fluttered.
Her gaze fell upon Xu Yuan, as if confirming something.
After a while.
This ancient deity, a master of divine powers who stood at the peak of heaven and earth.
Finally nodded.
“The Hundred-Eyed knew of your existence, yet he did not inform me.”
“He deserved to die.”
She spoke calmly, then pointed at Xu Yuan: “Come with me back to Kunlun—I shall grant you the Kunlun Immortal Registry and ensure your eternal life.”
Upon hearing these words.
The White Crane Immortal was taken aback, before saying: “Saint Mother Yuan Jun, the Great Heavenly Emperor and the Daoist Lord…”
He naturally wanted to speak out—Xu Yuan was the one responsible for the demise of the Hundred-Eyed Demon King.
He had delayed the transaction with the Heavenly Court’s bigwigs, so it would be only right to escort him back to the Heavenly Court.
Not to mention, the divine banner in Xu Yuan’s hand was truly coveted.
But the Saint Mother Yuan Jun’s words clearly implied that she wanted to take Xu Yuan away, not to mention granting him the Kunlun Immortal Registry, which naturally made the White Crane feel a bit disgruntled.
However, he had barely spoken.
The next moment.
“Pu!”
He opened his crane’s beak and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
Then, he looked up.
He saw that the Saint Mother Yuan Jun’s eyes, which shone as brightly as the heavens, were focused on him.
Indeed.
She had merely glanced at him.
And the Crane Immortal was already injured.
“Him, I take.”
At this moment, the Saint Mother Yuan Jun simply said: “The others, you keep.”
Her words were still calm.
But the underlying attitude.
Was as if it was decreed by heaven, undeniable.
At this moment, the White Crane remained silent.
He naturally knew he had committed a great taboo.
Whether it was the Jade Emperor, the Great Heavenly Emperor, or the Daoist Lord, the Supreme Lord Lao Jun.
If they were unhappy about the elixir materials and wanted to argue with the Saint Mother Yuan Jun.
Then it was their responsibility to go to the Dragon Moon City in Kunlun themselves.
The White Crane was not qualified to speak!
Just for speaking that one sentence.
The Saint Mother Yuan Jun could have killed him on the spot, and no one would have dared say a word.
“I have stayed in the Heavenly Court for too long, and I have become arrogant!”
He immediately examined his own conscience.
But at this moment...
“Saint Mother Yuan Jun!”
The elderly Purple Spider, Zi Zhu Er, also bowed down.
As a former Heavenly Court fairy, she naturally understood the significance of the name “Saint Mother Yuan Jun.”
Therefore, at this moment, she also bowed down and said: “My younger sister, Zhi霜, is Xu Yuan’s dao companion.”
“I beg your grace, Your Highness, to allow my younger sister to accompany Xu Yuan to Kunlun.”
When the White Crane Immortal and the Wang Ling Guan descended, she knew she would not have a good outcome here.
At this moment, she only hoped that her youngest sister, who was closest to Xu Yuan, could escape.
“Oh?”
Upon hearing this, the Saint Mother Yuan Jun swept her gaze over Xu Yuan.
Her words remained calm: “A mortal spider demon has no qualification for the Kunlun Immortal Registry.”
Her words were still unyielding.
As a result, Zi Zhu Er’s face was filled with despair.
And at this moment...
“…”
Xu Yuan watched this scene, his mind racing.
“The Saint Mother Yuan Jun actually came in person—the ancient Kunlun fairy harp is indeed very important to her.”
Indeed.
As a transmigrator with a certain degree of God’s perspective.
In fact, from the very beginning to the present moment.
He had only expected that the immortals or envoys from Kunlun would come.
He didn’t expect that the Saint Mother Yuan Jun—this top figure in the Three Realms, would come in person.
But this also made him realize clearly.
The Saint Mother Yuan Jun’s absolute importance for that ancient fairy harp.
Therefore, he felt a sense of urgency.
“Why haven’t they arrived yet?”
He had promised his fourth sister that he would ensure the safety of her family.
This, he would certainly accomplish.
To this end, he naturally made preparations.
But at this moment, the two bigwigs he had prepared were not here yet.
“If they don’t come, then I’ll have to reveal my hand to this Saint Mother Yuan Jun…”
Xu Yuan thought to himself.
He was now fairly certain.
To the Saint Mother Yuan Jun, his identity as the “silk-worm immortal” was extremely important.
If he used himself as leverage, the Saint Mother Yuan Jun would likely protect Zi Zhu Er’s family.
But as a price.
Xu Yuan would likely have to go with her to Kunlun, and… his situation would probably be very bad.
Indeed.
From the Saint Mother Yuan Jun’s every move since she appeared.
Xu Yuan had already figured it out.
This ruler of Kunlun was the typical pinnacle immortal god of this “Black Myth” world.
She discussed the fate of him and others as if they were merely merchandise.
Selfish, domineering, ruthless, and merciless.
If he used himself as leverage to force her.
The Saint Mother Yuan Jun might protect Zi Zhu Er’s family.
But at the same time, once he was no longer useful.
He would likely meet his demise on the spot.
Just when Xu Yuan was contemplating various possibilities.
The White Crane Immortal also nodded: “The Yuan Jun’s words are the decree.”
“This immortal shall take these demons and evil spirits to the Heavenly Court to report.”
He said respectfully.
So Xu Yuan decided to stop waiting.
However, just as he was about to speak...
“Compassion! Compassion!”
A clear, sweet childish voice came.
The next moment...
Everyone saw a cute little boy dressed in a monk’s robe, with a round face and a fat belly, appearing in the sky.
The little boy had very long earlobes, and behind him was a halo.
Upon seeing this child.
A look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on the White Crane Immortal’s face.
“The Eastern Coming Buddha… why have you come here?”
Indeed.
The child who appeared at this moment.
Was none other than the future Buddha of the Buddhist realm, the Maitreya Buddha—whose Dharma name was the Eastern Coming Buddha.
“Destiny has arrived, so I have come.”
The Maitreya Buddha answered with a chuckle.
“Destiny?”
Upon hearing this, the White Crane Immortal was taken aback.
But the Maitreya Buddha, with a smile on his face, showed a hint of pity.
“Although it is destiny, it is not a good destiny.”
“It is the only son of my old friend, the Vairocana Bodhisattva, who came to the Daoist temple to find me…”
As he spoke, he also raised his hand and took out two objects.
One was a jade stone, within which a wisp of true spirit was constantly wandering.
The true spirit vaguely resembled a man with a crown, sword-like brows and star-like eyes.
He was wearing a celestial official robe, with a rooster crowing at dawn engraved on it.
It was clearly the Ao Ri Xing Guan (Star Officer of the Rooster)!
And the other thing in the Maitreya Buddha’s hand was the Vairocana Bodhisattva’s two Buddha’s Hands.
“My friend has always been kind to others, but I don’t know who harmed him…”
The Maitreya Buddha said softly: “The Saint Mother Yuan Jun has vast divine powers, do you know anything?”
As soon as these words were spoken.
“Hum!”
The clouds and spiritual energy over the entire Pan Silk Ridge seemed to pause.
“?”
Even Xu Yuan, who had invited the Maitreya Buddha here through the Ao Ri Xing Guan, was a little confused.
The Maitreya Buddha was too direct.
But at this moment, the Saint Mother Yuan Jun’s expression remained unchanged.
She simply looked at the Maitreya Buddha, not directly answering the question: “The Vairocana Bodhisattva was killed, does the Tathagata Buddha know?”
Her words were calm.
As if it had nothing to do with her.
And at this moment, the Maitreya Buddha suddenly stopped his aggressive questioning.
He just patted his stomach again: “Compassion! Compassion!”
He spoke of compassion.
But there was a hint of sorrow in his words.
“The World Honored One has a wide ear for the Three Realms and Six Paths, but there are times when he gets tired.”
“This time, I suppose he missed it.”