"This matter must be traced back to twenty thousand years ago,"
the Soul began.
Qinchuan turned solemn, realizing that the twenty thousand years ntioned by the remnant Soul referred to what was now one hundred thousand years ago.
At that ti, Qinchuan had already reached the pinnacle of the Divine Realm and had grown less concerned with the affairs of the Divine Wilderness Continent.
"Two thousand years ago, our master, the Empty Brightness God, passed away in peace.
At that mont, I had just succeeded the position as the Buddha Lord of Golden Buddha Mountain, with a plethora of matters to tend to, so busy that I was at my wit's end. After I had stabilized the Golden Buddha Sect,
I began to travel the Great Wilderness, searching for a resting place suitable for my master.
It was during this ti that a group of mysterious people wearing silver masks found ."
"It's them!" Qinchuan's heart tightened.
The mysterious people wearing silver masks had moved the Divine Severing Cliff from Refining Spirit Valley, and Qinchuan imdiately thought of these individuals.
In the next mont, he saw a wisp of Divine Sense slightly move, and a palm-sized figure erged on the hand of the main body's remnant Soul.
Wearing a silver mask, the mask was adorned with a shining golden Divine Stone, highly distinguishable.
Indeed, it was those people.
"So these fellows already appeared a hundred thousand years ago? But back then was the critical period of preparing for my last reincarnation, and I was not paying much attention to many worldly affairs,"
Qinchuan thought to himself.
"It was these people, they found and told that my master had not truly died, that in this world, there exists a supre being capable of reviving my master: the Immortal."
"Immortal?!" Qinchuan was deeply shocked. "Could it be that the real purpose of these mysterious people with silver masks is related to the Immortal?"
The Lingxu remnant Soul continued, "To revive my master, it was necessary to preserve his body intact, and they proposed that I should enshrine my master's body within the small spiritual mountain."
"Small spiritual mountain!"
Qinchuan's eyebrows raised, a thought dawning on him, silently musing, "Could it be these people moved the entire small spiritual mountain away?"
This small spiritual mountain was different from the small spiritual mountain temple ntioned before; it was a real Buddhist Divine Mountain in this world.
The small spiritual mountain's peak was hidden from sight, stretching out endlessly, marking the boundary of this small world, with no one knowing what was beyond it.
As expected, the Lingxu main body's remnant Soul went on.
"At that ti, I was plagued by inner demons, and profoundly affected by my master's passing; I sohow agreed to their proposal.
In the ensuing twenty thousand years, these people indeed carved out a tomb and a Buddhist sanctuary within the small spiritual mountain to preserve my master's body and even built an altar in front of the mountain.
However, twenty thousand years later, which is to say, five days ago, I suddenly felt intense tremors inside the small spiritual mountain, Buddhist Law rippling through, the heavens crumbling and the earth shattering, Earth Fire bursting from the ground, scorching this world as if it was the end of days."
Those people had used their ans to move the Divine Severing Cliff, flattening the entire Refining Spirit Valley, and since the small spiritual mountain was endless and no less vast than the Divine Severing Cliff, Qinchuan could imagine the scene.
"I sensed the disturbance ca from the direction of the small spiritual mountain, so I hurried to investigate.
However, when I arrived, I found that the small spiritual mountain had already vanished without a trace, and in its place was a giant rift the size of a canyon."
"They actually stole the Little Spirit Mountain!"
"Moreover, it was only then that I realized the end of the Little Spirit Mountain was actually connected to the Underworld."
At this point, the expression on the Divine Sense Remnant Soul's face changed, filled with both regret and annoyance.
He hated himself for not being able to let go of his obsession, insisting on resurrecting his master, which led to a catastrophe; he was annoyed at those mysterious people who stole the Little Spirit Mountain and opened the channel to the Underworld.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
At this mont, the Spiritual Form of Lingxu was also dripping with sweat, ceaselessly chanting and reciting Buddhist scriptures.
"Once I detected that the channel to the Underworld had been opened and realized I had caused a catastrophic disaster, I did not hesitate for a mont and imdiately returned to this place, activating the defensive passage of this world, completely isolating it from the Divine Wilderness Continent."
"After that, I engaged in a fierce battle with the sixteen strong warriors of the Ghost Race who had arrived here first."
As he spoke, he pointed to the bodies of the sixteen Ghost Race warriors that still lay around them, and continued, "I have to say, although the Ghost Race has declined, their strength remains formidable. Even though the sixteen of them had at most reached the Quasi-Emperor Realm, they forced to burn my Essence Blood."
"At the critical mont, I employed the Supre Buddhist Dharma, transford into a Buddha, and perished together with the sixteen, thereby eternally suppressing them here."
"But what use was it? With the Underworld rift opened, the world is about to return to the chaotic era of ancient tis. All this... was caused by …"
At this ti, the Divine Stone Remnant Soul had gradually dimd, beginning to mutter to itself.
"In my life, I was born into a noble family, suffered the tragedy of my clan's destruction in my pri, and was fortunately taken in by my master who introduced to Buddhism. And yet, due to my deep attachnts, I stirred up an unparalleled disaster, opening the channel to the Underworld, bringing the Divine Wilderness Continent into peril.
I'm not just a sinner of Xuanhuo Country, I'm a sinner of the entire Human Race, I no longer have the face to live in this world."
The Remnant Soul's expression was full of sorrow.
Qinchuan and the others were indifferent, but the main body of Lingxu didn't know that the rift had only appeared briefly at the ti, allowing only seventeen strong warriors of the Ghost Race to co through.
"Now, I leave behind this Remnant Soul partly to explain the sins of my life to future generations, and on the other hand, I must pass on the news of these people."
A fierce light flashed in Qinchuan's eyes as he looked at Lingxu's Remnant Soul; he naturally knew whom the other was referring to.
They must be those mysterious people wearing silver masks.
"During the twenty thousand years I spent with them, I once secretly overheard that behind them, there was an existence as if above all others, and they all obeyed him, calling that person Qin..."
Before he could finish, suddenly, the relic in Lingxu's hand began to expand rapidly.
With a "boom," the indestructible relic turned to dust, disappearing without a trace, and the Remnant Soul vanished along with it.
The relic, which was ford from the remains of the Buddha after the Great Emperor Buddha passed away, had just exploded on its own.
At the crucial mont, it seed as though so cosmic force beyond the current understanding of those present had directly destroyed Lingxu's Remnant Soul, preventing the truth from being revealed.
"Qin what?!"
Qinchuan's heart was greatly shaken; when he heard the word "Qin," he felt a violent surge within his soul, as though a truth was about to be uncovered.
Lingxu, Ling Xian'er, Ji Huo'er, and the others looked at each other in dismay.
And just as everyone was at a loss, suddenly, the Spiritual Energy within this Mt. Suru world began to swirl, and the origins of the Buddhist power that kept flowing, started to converge in the void.
In no ti, the Buddhist Spiritual Energy condensed into dazzling golden characters in the void.
Qinchuan and the others looked up, and everyone's face showed a great shock.
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