The Righteous Fa — Chapter IX: The Great Battle of Jade Cloud Mountain
The great battle begins upon Jade Cloud Mountain.
While Tri Nhật enters deep samadhi beneath the eternal snow, the two prehistoric seals entrusted to him by the Holy King awaken.
The Cosmic Golden Pearl releases radiant golden light, creating a protective ward capable of purifying miasma and separating Good from Evil.
The Pristine White Broadblade shines with pure white light, possessing the power to sever dark attachments and destroy the connection between malevolent forces and the mortal world.
When the sacred treasures manifest, the heavens split open. A colossal cosmic fissure appears above the mountain, allowing a legion of fallen celestial beings to descend into the lower realm.
Tri Nhật raises the golden ward and uses the white broadblade to purify wave after wave of corrupted immortals. But from the depths of the fissure, the terrifying deity known as Shadow-Darkness appears.
Its black miasma swallows the light of the sacred blade and creates an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.
Far away in the Northern Waste, Tieu Nguyet senses the danger through the ancient connection between their souls. Touching the jade pendant engraved with “Fa — Tâm — Minh,” she sends her righteous intent across the distance:
“The primordial vow is eternal... May you stand firm in your righteous thoughts.”
Tri Nhật regains his clarity and faces three powerful inner tribulations: maternal love, paternal love, and carnal desire.
Each illusion attempts to make him abandon his cultivation and return to the attachments of the mortal world. But his unmoved mind sees through the deception.
By assimilating with the Great Fa, Tri Nhật releases a powerful purple-gold radiance and destroys the illusions. The fallen celestial is defeated, but the cosmic fissure remains open.
The Sovereign of the Divine Land senses the failure of the external dark forces and prepares to launch a personal assault through secular tyranny.
The final tribulation is drawing near.
Chapter IX: The Great Battle of Jade Cloud Mountain
Written character name: Tri Nhật Spoken pronunciation in the MP4: Qin Ye
An English epic fantasy audiobook featuring sacred treasures, fallen celestials, Shadow-Darkness, spiritual tribulations, the Cosmic Golden Pearl, the Pristine White Broadblade, and the continuing struggle between the Great Fa and the darkness of the old universe.
On Jade Cloud Mountain, the cultivator Qin Ye defends the mortal realm against a legion of aberrant gods emerging from a cosmic fissure. Utilizing sacred treasures and an unwavering mind, he overcomes both physical onslaughts and psychological tribulations of love and desire, purging the darkness through righteous thought and spiritual discipline.
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That night, upon Jade Cloud Mountain,
a peak blanketed in eternal snow,
the cultivator Qin Ye was immersed in deep samadhi.
Suddenly, the twin prehistoric seals
entrusted to his essence by the Holy King awakened,
vibrating violently and unleashing divine radiance
One was the cosmic golden pearl.
A sphere radiating golden light that could dissolve miasma
and erect a barrier to purify the universe.
The other was the pristine white broad blade.
A blade white as snow, sharp enough to sever dark attachments
and break every link between malevolent forces and the earth.
The instant these sacred treasures manifested,
the cosmos shook across all spheres.
The sky above was torn into a colossal fissure,
resembling a bleeding wound on the universe.
From that fracture,
a dense torrent of shadows poured down toward the lower realm.
A vanguard legion of aberrant gods,
who had once been noble entities within the higher heavens.
Across immeasurable cults,
these entities had been gnawed away by selfishness.
Deviating from the great five and transforming into cold, destructive.
Though this vanguard represented only a fraction
of the total force interfering across the cosmos,
its pressure upon a single peak was sufficient
to crush 10,000 leagues of night.
Qin Ye understood that he did not stand alone.
Across the Three Realms, millions of disciples were simultaneously
entering brutal battles within their own dimensions,
utilizing steadfast righteous thoughts to purify the cosmos
and establish sacred virtue.
A corrupted divinity, its form a mass of black vapor
with blood-red eyes, roared across the six paths of reincarnation.
Qin Ye, you are but a single grain of sand within
the lineage of faith in the human world.
The old cosmic law decrees that you shall be annihilated today.
The guardian opened his eyes as azure light erupted
from his sea of consciousness and
illuminated the cloud-veiled peak.
If you desire to throw the three realms into chaos,
you must step over my unmoved mind.
Though I am one disciple among countless practitioners,
the vow to safeguard the great
far within me remains as vast as the cosmos.
I shall never tolerate corrupt elements interfering
with the sacred opportunity of sentient beings.
The legion of shadowborn entities lunged downward like
a river of black fire.
Qin Ye remained undisturbed.
Forming mudra seals, he summoned the cosmic golden pearl
into the high heavens.
The pearl unleashed righteous golden rays, opening a ward that
enveloped Jade Cloud Mountain
and established a strict boundary between good and evil.
The moment the Vanguard Phantoms touched the Radiance,
they shrieked and dissolved into the void.
Yet the dark entities pouring from the fissure were overwhelming.
Black Miasma blotted out the stars, causing the Golden Ward to vibrate
as fractures spread across its surface.
With decisive resolve, Qin Ye drew the pristine white broadblade.
The blade released a ribbon of light,
extending several chong into the void.
Like lightning tearing through the night, he swung the blade downward.
A swath of white luminescence cleaved through space,
bifurcating the first wave of corrupted
immortals.
Qin Ye pivoted, his blade flowing in continuous succession,
each intersecting flash resembling
a purifying blizzard.
Every strike was a testament
to the diamond will of a guardian of the Fa.
Yet Qinye knew this was merely one corner of the cataclysm.
The true dark forces were still enveloping the mundane world.
As the first wave dissolved, the sky fell into breathless silence.
From the depths of the cosmic fissure,
a mass of absolute darkness materialized,
the aberrant deity known as Shadow Darkness.
It did not roar or display supernatural power,
yet the pressure of its selfishness warped surrounding dimensions
and drained the vital energy of all living things.
Qinye lunged forward,
executing a strike with the pristine white broad blade.
The white luminescence was swallowed.
The instant it touched the black miasma.
Vanishing like seafoam, his divine consciousness wavered.
A heavy weight pressed upon his chest.
an unprecedented sensation of powerlessness.
crept into his mind, that moment?
Within the pine forests of the northern waste,
a teal net sat in full lotus meditation inside her wooden hut.
Her spiritual consciousness stirred.
The thread of destiny connecting
their original souls vibrated with anxious resonance,
allowing her to perceive that her companion
was being suffocated across the vast distance.
She opened her eyes and touched
the jade pendant inscribed with Fa Tung Ming.
Anchoring her mind, she released
a pure intent that pierced through space.
The primordial vow is eternal.
May you stand firm in your righteous thoughts.
The intent from the north flowed like
a spring breeze through microscopic dimensions
and poured directly into Qin Yi's sea of consciousness.
It anchored his divine soul
and dispelled the suffocating powerlessness.
Qinye tightened his grip upon the white broadblade, his eyes tranquil.
Supernatural transformations and sacred treasures are born from the Fa.
The unmoved righteous thoughts
of a cultivator represent the ultimate power
that can rectify all things
and shatter every ordinance of cosmic annihilation.
Realizing it could not break
the practitioner's physical form through dark energy,
the shadow-born deity activated an ancient occult art
and struck at the hidden corners
of Qinye's samsaric memories.
The first tribulation was maternal love.
The space surrounding Chen Yi dissolved.
He found himself before his childhood cottage
in the South Sea continent. Upon a decaying bamboo bed lay his mother,
emaciated and besieged by illness.
My son, please abandon your cultivation and return to me.
I am gravely ill and you are my only support.
Qinye's heart wrenched with pain,
yet the teachings of the master awakened within his consciousness.
A cultivator utilizes supreme compassion to treat all sentient beings,
rather than clinging to mortal sentiment.
His mother in this lifetime
was also assimilating with the great thought.
His illusion was merely exploiting a gap in his heart.
My true mother is a benevolent life-form walking steadfastly upon
the path of assimilating with the Great Father.
She is not an illusion for you to manipulate.
The illusion shattered into mist.
His heart still ached,
but righteous thought held him upright amidst the tempest
Second tribulation was paternal love.
Beneath a familiar childhood tree, a gentle man stood smiling.
His father, who had passed away during Xinyi's infancy.
The path of cultivation is far too arduous.
Come back to your father, and I shall protect you for eternity.
Xinyi trembled and fell to his knees.
Father, I have missed you so deeply.
But his righteous thoughts pierced through the illusion.
His father's spirit was inherently upright.
If he were alive, he would look upon his son with pride
as he fulfilled his vow to safeguard the righteous father.
You pretender!
My father resides within the dignity of the righteous path,
and he will never tolerate a spirit borrowing
his name to slander the truth.
The gentle countenance contorted into a pitch-black severed head
and burst into dust, furious at its failure.
The aberrant divinity unleashed a heretical art of carnal desire.
A palace materialized amidst intoxicating fog,
and a legion of seductive phantoms promised ecstasy beyond
the deprivation of ascetic cultivation.
Xinyi's physical form burned like fire, and his mind entered a haze.
At the critical boundary,
he closed his eyes and anchored his primordial spirit upon the
formula he had recited tens of thousands of times.
The mind remains unmoved.
Ten thousand evils cannot invade.
A wave of divine light erupted from his true heart,
transforming into purple-gold radiance
brilliant as ten suns.
The palace crashed down, every phantom turned to ash,
and every trace of malevolent miasma
was purged from the summit.
The fallen celestial shrieked, impossible.
How could an earthly life form overcome my
ordinance of cosmic annihilation?
Chen Yi stood within the mountain gale,
his azure robe fluttering, enveloped in a purple gold protective aura.
Because my true heart is
assimilated with the great fa of my master,
remaining unmoved before every illusion of the
old universe. The mass of black miasma exploded
and disintegrated completely into the void.
Yet the cosmic fissure remained, like an unhealed wound,
deep within his imperial palace.
The sovereign of the divine land vowed to strike personally
with the absolute violence of secular tyranny.
A storm was gathering in the silence.
The Three Realms drew closer
to the destined hour of the Final Tribulation,
when two ancient souls bearing
a prehistoric covenant across opposite horizons
would reunite and decree the ultimate future of the cosmos.
Upon jade cloud the heavens tear as black gales rise.
The dark realms send their legions
to engulf the mortal skies.
The white blade swings in majesty and the dark cohorts quail.
As purple gold light bids the righteous thoughts prevail,
an unmoved mind of diamond strength subdues 10,000 foes
to anchor the grand battlefield as the cosmic storm grows.
