Don't Provoke the Turtle

Inside the Thousand Rivers, Su He's consciousness awoke, and he dominated the chat area with large characters: "Senior Nanming, the altar is ready."

A beam of light fell on Su He's island and transformed into the real person Nanming. Then, one after another, beams of light descended, and more than thirty people from the Thousand Rivers gathered on Su He's island.

Real person Nanming had a speech bubble above his head: "Young friend, are you about to start summoning the soul of Fairy Qi?"

The method of summoning had been passed on to Su He along with the construction of the altar by Ji Feixue earlier.

Su He shook his head: "I can't perform that summoning dance myself; my Jiaoren priests will do the summoning, and I will protect the law on the side."

"That's fine!" Real person Nanming nodded. Dragon Turtle was indeed not suitable for summoning souls, his divine abilities were too domineering. The main power of the summoning came from the altar, and the summoner was just a catalyst. A higher cultivation level was naturally better, but reaching the Demon Subduing Realm was sufficient.

Daoist Canchen had a half-destroyed pill furnace above his head, with inscriptions engraved on it: "Could you project the image of the altar into the Thousand Rivers?"

"Sure!" Su He nodded.

The playback was of his own memories, but what was seen naturally remained in the mind as memories. Strictly speaking, playback couldn't be live broadcast, there was actually a split-second delay, but it was just an imperceptible trifle.

When the playback was used, an image appeared in front of them, showing the scene of the altar, but Su He's figure was not seen, as it was broadcast from his perspective.

"The Eclipse Soul Altar of the Spirit Race?" Daoist Canchen was taken aback. Among the myriad worlds, if any race's research on souls was the most thorough, it was undoubtedly the Spirit Race. The Spirit Race itself was akin to a soul-like existence.

Real person Nanming shook his head: "It's just a reference to the Spirit Race's Eclipse Altar. Fairy Ji made some modifications to the altar; otherwise, the original Eclipse Altar would take at least nearly sixty years to set up properly."

Daoist Canchen nodded. At first glance, the altar seemed like one from the Spirit Race, but upon closer inspection, one could see the differences. The Spirit Race's altar was much more sinister and dark.

After all, it was a race that reigned supreme through curses.

"This altar is better understood by Fairy Ji, it's a pity she's not here."

As soon as the inscription on Daoist Canchen's pill furnace appeared, everyone looked at Su He. Su He opened his mouth; he didn't know where Ji Feixue had gone. She had left three months ago and there had been no news since.

Su He looked around and changed the subject: "Master Sanxiang may have not been seen for a long time."

After learning that Feng Yiju could forcibly convert humans, Master Sanxiang had once enlightened him, but since then, he had rarely been seen. It had been nearly a year since he last appeared.

Daoist Canchen burst into laughter, not making a sound, but the trembling of the pill furnace-shaped bubble above his head showed his inner joy: "That lustful monk made his ninety-sixth vow to cultivate the Immovable King's body, and this time he also cultivated the Silent Zen, so he can't show himself now."

Beside him, a warrior also made a laughing gesture, with a bubble above his head: "Guess how long this old monk can hold out?"

The Immovable King's body, motionless for thousands of years, that old monk couldn't bear it.

Fairy Junlan was by his side and laughed: "Three years! No less, Master Sanxiang already lasted three years last time."

Daoist Canchen hummed twice, the pill furnace above his head turned into a normal bubble: "Last time was special, he fell asleep, this time Master Guiyuan from Gujingzhai is personally watching over him, he can't sleep, at most two years, no more!"

Su He was full of question marks. He had also learned a bit about the Buddhist cultivation in this realm. Those who needed to make great vows to cultivate were all practicing the heavenly Buddhist Dharma, the truly profound Buddhist Dharma.

And the ninety-sixth vow... Are vows as common as cabbages? This must be a fake monk! Only non-cultivating mortals dare to make vows casually.

Moreover, making vows in Buddhism is very similar to praying to heaven and earth. It's not that you can make a vow whenever you want and heaven, earth, and all beings will respond. If they don't respond, you can't cultivate this Buddhist Dharma, and you will also be punished by heaven.

Daoist Canchen patted Su He's shell: "Don't compare yourself with that lustful monk, he was born a Buddha's son, making vows as easy as drinking water, with immediate responses. He has never followed a single precept, yet Gujingzhai still treasures him, but..."

Daoist Canchen laughed even more joyfully: "He brought it upon himself! That lustful monk entered Buddhism very early and has been forever young, but with each vow, he aged a bit. Three hundred years ago, he was a handsome young monk with the appearance of a teenager, but now he is an old monk with a wrinkled face."

Everyone chatted and laughed, but their voices gradually lowered, all looking at Su He. They were beings who had been cultivating for who knows how long, even if they were to ascend to immortality in the next moment, they could still laugh heartily. But when it came to the soul of a Dao friend, it was inevitably a bit more solemn.

Real person Nanming was even more somber, having been in Fairy Qi's Cave Mansion, guarding the Golden Lotus of Dao Protection, he could sense Fairy Qi's condition more acutely.