Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer-Chapter 313 - 312: A Hundred Years Pass in a Snap? I Must Ascend! [Fourth Update]
"This..."
Lin Heng looked at the Demon Sword, which was now even more overwhelmed by Demonic Qi, its blade sharper and more aggressive, and couldn’t help but glance at Black Rakshasa with suspicion.
Black Rakshasa said calmly, "It’s a Demon Sword, dwelling in the Netherworld. Naturally, its Demonic Qi increases day by day."
At that point, he couldn’t help but shake his head:
"This is a Divine Weapon. If left in the Underworld, it would one day shine brightly."
"In your hands, it’s wasted."
Black Rakshasa was speaking truthfully, not to ridicule Lin Heng.
"What about Long Kui?"
Lin Heng didn’t pay attention to Black Rakshasa’s words but was concerned about Long Kui’s safety.
"Don’t worry."
Black Rakshasa replied, "When the sword is intact, the spirit within it remains unharmed."
"This sword is in good condition, so the Sword Spirit is naturally fine."
"It’s merely asleep."
At this point, he was growing impatient.
"I’ve answered many of your questions. When will you hand it over to me?"
Lin Heng didn’t rush to respond, instead, he looked solemnly outward.
He could sense that the Human World now was filled with terrifying entities.
The Netherworld.
It was sandwiched between the legendary Fengdu City and the City of Unjust Death.
Lin Heng pondered for a moment and said straightforwardly:
"I need to ascend!"
He looked at Black Rakshasa: "You need to help block those who would hinder me."
Black Rakshasa was noncommittal, only saying indifferently:
"The Upper Realm Buddhism flourishes; for you, ascending might not be good."
"Why not stay here and cooperate with me?"
"Though we aren’t of the same path, Daoists taking up godly positions in the Underworld is a longstanding tradition."
"Isn’t it?"
Lin Heng didn’t deny it, merely shook his head: "Precisely because Buddhism flourishes in the Upper Realm, I should hurry up there all the more."
Black Rakshasa was thoughtful, and then smiled: "Are you worried about those people?"
Lin Heng silently acknowledged.
A trace of mockery appeared on the corner of Black Rakshasa’s lips: "Then I suggest, perhaps there’s no need for you to go up."
"Why?" Lin Heng was puzzled.
Black Rakshasa sneered: "They ascended, it’s been nearly a hundred years."
"You’ve thwarted Buddhist matters in the Human World."
"Do you think, in these years, Buddhism hasn’t found them?"
"Are they really still alive now?"
Black Rakshasa seemed somewhat gleeful at the misfortune.
Lin Heng was puzzled: "Nearly a hundred years? Haven’t I been comatose for just three months?"
Black Rakshasa sneered: "What, you think time in the Upper Realm and Lower Realm is the same?"
"Do you know, in Small Thousand Worlds a day passes, and in the Upper Realm, a year has gone by?"
Upon hearing this.
Lin Heng’s mind buzzed.
He found it hard to believe.
"A day in the Human World is a year in heaven?"
"Are you serious?"
"Shouldn’t it be..."
Lin Heng didn’t finish his sentence before Black Rakshasa interrupted him with a sneer: "What, you want to say it should be a day in heaven, a year on earth?"
"Ha... Hahaha..."
He couldn’t help laughing, ridiculing.
"If the world really thought that way, that a day of cultivation in the Grand Thousand Immortal Realm was a year for people below."
"Then what’s the point of the Upper Realm comparing itself with cultivators of the Lower Realm?"
"You think, in the Grand Thousand Immortal Realm, cultivation often spans billions of years. Where does all that time come from?"
"You think, those who ascend, why are they all so formidable?"
"Is the Grand Thousand Immortal Realm more suitable for cultivation? Indeed it is, but that’s just one reason."
"Time, lifespan, are truly what’s crucial."
"Because the Grand Thousand Immortal Realm has Longevity Material, all beings there have long lifespans, as long as they aren’t killed, they can continue to live, continue to cultivate."
"Under such conditions, even a pig, cultivating for hundreds of thousands of years, can become an immortal."
"How can such a place not attract the Three Thousand Small Worlds like a moth to a flame?"
"How can it not birth so many terrifying entities?"
Black Rakshasa sneered.
The world always believed a day above was a year below.
Yet, only those who reached the Upper Realm truly understood.
A day’s cultivation below equates to a year’s cultivation above.
Precisely because of this.
No matter how astonishing a Lower Realm cultivator’s talent might be, the final achievements might still pale compared to a dumb pig in the Grand Thousand Upper Realm.
Of course.
This is the result when each cultivates until death in their own world.
But if those from Small Thousand Worlds successfully ascend.
Then everything would be incomparable.
The Ascenders would truly show their terrifying cultivation talents at that time!
"In the blink of an eye, a hundred years pass."
"Are they... Still well?"
Black Rakshasa’s exposition left Lin Heng in a prolonged daze.
"So now, do you still want to go up to find them?" Black Rakshasa asked indifferently.
Lin Heng looked toward the sky, taking a deep breath.
"Yes!"
Black Rakshasa couldn’t help but laugh: "You are truly stubborn..."
Lin Heng didn’t argue.
Indeed, he intended to find White Cliff Mountain.
But simultaneously, he also had to ascend.
His cultivation differed from others; to break through to Celestial Immortal, he must ascend to the Upper Realm!
"Alright, alright."
Black Rakshasa slowly got up, stretched lazily, countless lice fell from him, like a pile of rocks.
He said, "I will ensure your ascension. You give me that item, and in the process, help deliver something to someone above."
"Who?"
Black Rakshasa paused, his expression somewhat complex as he said:
"My sister, Princess Iron Fan of the Ancient Rakshasa Country."
"Who?" Lin Heng’s eyes widened, blurting out: "Red Boy’s mother, Princess Iron Fan?"
Black Rakshasa froze, his expression puzzled as he asked:
"How do you know my sister?"
Lin Heng’s expression changed slightly, casually explaining:
"An ancient Daoist once used Secret Technique to transmit messages to the Lower Realm, mentioning the matter of Journey to the West."
"Journey to the West!"
Upon hearing the two words, Black Rakshasa’s expression instantly darkened, his fists tightly clenched.
The terrifying pressure.
Silenced all the Resentful Ghosts drowning in the Yellow Springs Pool, holding back their cries of woe,
Lin Heng’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he wasn’t too surprised by Black Rakshasa’s reaction.
Since he was Princess Iron Fan’s brother, his anger toward Journey to the West was natural.
After all.
In Journey to the West.
Princess Iron Fan’s husband, the Great Sage Who Pacifies Heaven, the Bull Demon King, was captured by the Celestial Court.
Her only son, Red Boy, also became a Child of the Buddhist Sect’s Bodhisattva.
No matter how outsiders viewed it as fortunate.
For Princess Iron Fan, it was undoubtedly a source of unbearable pain.
Thinking about it this way.
Black Rakshasa is indeed Red Boy’s uncle!
Originally harmed by Buddhism, he fell to the Netherworld, yet now his nephew also became a Child of Buddhism.
The hatred in his heart is imaginable.
"What do you want me to deliver?"
Lin Heng asked.
Black Rakshasa silently took out a carefully folded handkerchief, Lin Heng could see the blood-colored handwriting inside.
"Nothing much, just a family letter."
Black Rakshasa didn’t hide it, handing the folded handkerchief to Lin Heng.
Lin Heng didn’t pry, simply accepted it silently, then gazed toward the firmament.
His eyes burst with brilliance.
With a loud boom.
Heaven collapsed, a Celestial Cave appeared.
Instantly, Fengdu City, the City of Unjust Death, and various Netherworld Ghost Halls.
All cast their sinister gazes.
