The Omen of the Tribulation
After Tri Nhat shattered the vanguard legion upon Indigo Cloud Mount, though a vast portion of the demonic web beyond the Three Realms had been destroyed, the corrupt elements of the cosmos were by no means liquidated. Formless and sinister, they concealed themselves within microscopic fissures, gathering the grievances of the final age while awaiting an opportunity to extinguish the seeds of faith within the red dust.
In the far north, across the Northern Waste blanketed in perpetual snow, Tieu Nguyet sat in meditation upon a moss-covered stone slab. Suddenly, a current of frost energy launched an assault from the void. This was no earthly blizzard, but a malevolent miasma unleashed from the old cosmic law, striking straight into her sea of consciousness to freeze her primordial spirit.
Parting her eyelids, her eyes clear and pure, she gazed toward the horizon. High within the snow-covered sky, a streak of darkness materialized like a smear of toxic ink upon white silk, shattering the tranquility of the domain.
— “The tribulation… has descended.”
Tieu Nguyet murmured softly, her voice light as a breeze, yet carrying the unyielding diamond resolve of a cultivator. This was her first trial since the seal upon her ancient memories had disintegrated. She understood she was no longer a deluded maiden of the mundane world; she was Chang'e of the Moon Palace, the Celestial Maiden who had descended bearing a grand vow to safeguard the Great Fa and deliver sentient beings.
The Awakening of the Primordial Child — The Divine Body Channels Fa-Power
Deep within Tieu Nguyet, her indestructible divine body of the Primordial Child—a spiritual entity forged from the pure power of the Great Fa—sat in lotus meditation upon a white lotus seat. Unmoved within another dimension, the Primordial Child released a purifying aura that illuminated every stratum of her soul, bright as the full moon pouring radiance into a calm lake.
As the ancient miasma cascaded down from the cosmic fissure, the white lotus beneath the Primordial Child vibrated, unleashing echoes that resembled primordial bells at the dawn of creation. In that instant, Tieu Nguyet’s primordial spirit separated from her mundane shell, transforming into a ribbon of light to integrate with her divine body. As her soul unified with the Primordial Child, a swath of luminescence erupted, sweeping away the dark mists shrouding the northern forests.
Boom! Boom!
The earth of the Northern Waste shook as snow billowed into the heavens, weaving into destructive tempests. From the fractured space, a deluge of malevolent spirits poured forth. Their forms were contorted like black smoke, their red eyes burning like embers, and their shrieks cut through the consciousness of living things with devastating force.
The leading spirit, possessing a mutated form and wielding a blood blade, roared:
— “Tieu Nguyet! You have awakened your celestial memories! The higher realms decree that you shall perish before your strength fully awakens!”
The divine body of Tieu Nguyet’s Primordial Child opened its eyes. Her gaze, transparent as ice, was filled with absolute stillness yet bore the majesty of a Great Enlightened Being:
— “If you have come to destroy the opportunity for sentient beings to attain the Fa, my heart vows to utilize steadfast righteous thoughts to rectify all things.”
The First Battle — Compassion Dissolves the Mirage
The ghostly cohorts lunged forward like a river of darkness. Amidst the churning waves of miasma, space warped, manifesting illusions of her earthly parents. Emaciated and weathered with hardship, tears rolled down their cheeks as they stood beside their old log cabin:
— “Nguyet-er… Abandon your faith and return to your mother… That path brings nothing but calamity and suffering… Are you going to abandon your parents?”
Tieu Nguyet’s heart wrenched with pain, like needles piercing her consciousness. Mundane sentiments and bloodlines—the warmest haven of a human life—were now exploited by evil forces, transformed into iron shackles to drag back the Guardian of the Fa.
In the darkness, the leading spirit laughed with triumph, its voice scraping like iron against stone:
— “Ha ha ha! You may abandon the world, but you can never sever the bloodlines of the red dust! The bonds of the earthly world shall bury you!”
A transparent tear fell from Tieu Nguyet’s eyes, freezing into an ice crystal upon the snow. Yet, as a fracture appeared within her consciousness, the Fa-principles of the Holy King resonated within her mind:
“Mortal sentiment is a selfish law belonging to the old Three Realms; supreme Compassion is the eternal realm of the Divine.”
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In the blink of an eye, her gaze recovered its diamond stability. She awoke to the truth that her true parents were noble life forms who had descended to attain the Fa; they would never become a barrier to obstruct her path.
— “You pretender! My parents possess an inherent nature of goodness, and they will never tolerate a spirit borrowing their names to interfere with the Righteous Fa!”
The first layer of the mirage crumbled into ash and smoke. Forming mudra seals, her Primordial Child released a wave of divine light that repelled the ten thousand ghosts. However, the accumulated grievances of immeasurable kalpas were immense. The black energy caused the snow to melt into a pitch-black fog that enveloped her form.
Suddenly, a Dark Hand, taking the form of a distorted Taoist God from the old universe, brandished a filthy black whisk and struck downward, unleashing a seal bearing the weight of ten thousand mountains. Tieu Nguyet channeled her strength to resist; though her earthly shell was protected, her Primordial Child sustained a counter-shock, hurled against the cliffside. The divine luminescence upon her lotus seat flickered like a lamp before a gale.
— “My current Fa-power is still insufficient…” — She thought grimly, sensing the depletion of her energy. Yet, in that instant, an altruistic righteous thought arose within her soul: — “Though this physical form should turn to ash within the void, my steadfast righteous thoughts shall never yield before the violence of the old law.”
An Unmoved Mind — The Inner Moonlight
At that boundary of life and death, Tieu Nguyet relinquished every attachment to her being, assimilating her spirit with the formula of her Master:
“When the mind remains as still as water, all evil dissolves naturally.”
The divine body of her Primordial Child once more sat in tranquility upon the lotus. Her intent settled, placid like an autumnal lake. The earth-shattering roars of the malevolent entities, the whistling of the whisk, and the pressure of the Old Forces vanished into nothingness, powerless to touch her true heart.
Within her inner sea, there now remained only the moonlight illuminating the dark night; the fragrance of the lotus purging defilements; the silence of the cosmos at creation; and a vast Compassion—a vow to deliver sentient beings lost within delusion.
A tear of compassion rolled down from the eyes of her Primordial Child upon the earth—born from sorrow for the plight of all souls.
— “Sentient beings lost in delusion are truly sorrowful…” — She thought — “Even you, life forms that have been corrupted by the old laws of decay.”
Boom!
The sky over the Northern Waste erupted into illumination. A radiant full moon materialized amidst the night, pouring down ribbons of silver radiance that dissolved the miasma of the evil forces.
The Awakening of the Pristine Moon-Flower Lotus
From the core of her Primordial Child's divine body, a torrent of white luminescence exploded. A white lotus, transparent as ice and far more brilliant than the sun, emerged from her chest, unleashing a purifying light across the Three Realms.
The Pristine Moon-Flower Lotus—her sacred treasure from her ancient incarnation, the symbol of supreme Compassion and absolute purity—had officially awakened!
The silver radiance cascading from the lotus poured down like a spring, thoroughly dissolving every factor of decay. The instant the spirits touched the purifying field of the lotus, they shrieked before vanishing like vapor before the morning sun. The colossal form of the mutated Taoist God roared in terror:
— “The power of the highest heavens… This is impossible…!”
Before it could finish speaking, a streak of divine light from the lotus pierced through its core. Boom! The corrupt entity exploded, its entire mass of grievances disintegrated, restoring purity to the ten thousand leagues of the Northern Waste.
Within a few breaths, the tribulation was pacified. The snowy forest recovered its solitude, leaving only the delicate fragrance of the lotus and the silver moonlight. The sacred treasure descended, integrating back into her Primordial Child before merging into Tieu Nguyet’s mundane shell.
Memories spanning immeasurable kalpas rushed back with clarity: ancient battles, instances of sacrificing her being to safeguard the Fa shoulder-to-shoulder with Tri Nhat… all became a source of diamond strength. Kneeling amidst the snow, her heart swelled with gratitude toward her revered Master.
Tri Nhat Senses the Awakening — The Fated Affinity Draws Close
Far to the south, having returned to the summit of Indigo Cloud Mount, Tri Nhat opened his eyes from meditation. The divine body of the Primordial Child within his shell vibrated gently; behind him, the hidden aura of his twin artifacts—the Pristine White Broadblade and the Cosmic Golden Pearl—resonated in harmony, sensing a ribbon of white light carrying the warmth of the primordial vow across dimensions to touch his soul.
— “Tieu Nguyet… You have awakened the sacred treasure of your previous life.”
The blue-robed Guardian smiled, his gaze softening as he looked toward the North. She was growing stronger; the fated hour for their saving vows to converge within the red dust to end the cataclysm was no longer distant.
Yet, his expression turned grave as he sensed a tier of malevolent energy gathering within the core of the imperial capital.
Deep within his palace thick with the aura of death, the Sovereign of the Divine Land—the avatar of the Toad Demon—opened his blood-red eyes, a wave of shock and wrath surging through his veins:
— “Not only Tri Nhat… Even Chang'e has shattered her delusion, awakened her divine arts, and summoned the Pristine Lotus?!”
He let out a dark laugh that caused the entire palace to tremble:
— “Splendid! I shall deploy the absolute malevolent forces of the old Three Realms, wielding the ultimate dominion of the earthly world to let you know the true meaning of eternal annihilation!”
The dark matrix of the ultimate era began to shift, like a demonic beast awakening from its slumber. The Three Realms resembled a tense chessboard before the fateful hour of the grand battle—concluding the opening chapter of the grand epic of cosmic creation.
Canto X: The Pristine Moon-Flower Lotus
Across the Northern Waste, white snows arise,
Upon the lotus seat, her thoughts touch skies.
The divine body unifies in grace,
As pristine sutra words dissolve dark space.
With supreme Compassion, mortal bonds are shed,
To fulfill the vows where sacred pathways tread.
The Pristine Lotus wakes, ten rays align,
While southern heavens mirror her resolve divine.