Bian Yingjie faced the terrifying palm of the Giant Troll with a cold snort. He suddenly stood his palm upright and pushed it forward slowly.
At the sa ti as he pushed his palm, a river erged indistinctly behind him, appearing and disappearing.
This river exuded an ancient aura, flowing slowly in the void, with no visible start or end, as if traversing through ti itself.
Above this river, one could vaguely see a Buddha sitting in ditation, equally shrouded in ambiguity and blur.
"Prajnaparamita Handprint."
Bian Yingjie shouted lowly, and a plain Buddha’s hand, carrying a terrifying aura, pierced through the void. As the hand broke through the space, nurous tiny images of Buddhas appeared beside the arm. Each Buddha sat cross-legged, with lowered eyebrows and closed eyes, seemingly reciting scriptures with devout expressions. The air was filled with sounds of "Pra" and "jna."
Zhong Lin’s eyes flickered, his pupils entirely filled with the images of those Buddhas.
Boom!
As the two palms clashed, the rcury-like giant hand shattered with a thunderous burst. The Giant Troll shrieked in agony, and its body was thrown back over ten yards. When it steadied itself, its entire right arm had already vanished, with sizzling sounds of corrosion coming from the severed part.
Bian Yingjie, however, remained calm and composed, as if he had just perford an insignificant task.
"Tsk tsk, one must admit that the martial arts of the Buddha Domain have their rits. Though sowhat peculiar, they are notably effective against such yin creatures," Chi Zhonglin remarked in admiration.
"Buddha Domain martial arts?"
"Hmm, Loose Cultivators differ from our Sect Martial Artists. Their martial skills are quite varied since they lack proper lineage. They learn any cultivation techniques or martial arts they can co across. The technique Bian Yingjie just perford is called the ’Prajnaparamita Handprint,’ a martial art from the Buddha Domain. Though it’s only of the Low Grade Heavenly Level, its power is impressive."
As they conversed, Bian Yingjie’s robe flapped, and he soared into the air, launching another attack.
"Great Vajra Palm."
Also a Buddha Domain martial art, Buddha power surged mightily, with golden light flashing, embodying the utmost brilliance and resilience. Countless tiny Buddhas appeared around the palm force, chanting loudly in Zen, but this ti chanting the words "Vajra."
Zhong Lin also recognized that the two Buddha Domain martial arts Bian Yingjie was exhibiting, the forr belonged to the Bodhisattva Path, and the latter to the Arhat Path.
"Prajna" in Buddhist scriptures ans "wisdom," while "Vajra" represents "strength."
"Truly chaotic," Zhong Lin whispered faintly.
With this move, the Great Vajra Palm struck, and the Giant Troll let out a cry. Under the surging Buddha power of brilliant masculinity, it lted like snow in the scorching sun, leaving only a jet-black Demon Pill floating in the air.
"Hahaha."
Bian Yingjie grasped the Demon Pill with pride, then locked it with Spiritual Origin, tossing it into the prepared Jade Bottle.
"A good harvest. If this Demon Pill were to be sold at the Tianqi Pavilion, it could fetch at least hundreds of thousands of True Essence Pills."
"Just sheer luck,"
Chi Zhonglin mocked with feigned disdain, though his eyes betrayed no trace of jealousy.
"Let’s go!"
With the largest Giant Troll eliminated, the remaining lesser monsters posed no threat to the three of them.
As they flew forward, any Earth Evil Yin Demons they encountered were dispersed, leaving only traces of pure Earth Demon Yin Evil floating in the air, which Bian Yingjie collected into a large gourd.
He reasoned, even the at of mosquitoes is still at, being afraid of poverty.
Not long after, a castle constructed purely of black stone ca into view in the distance. It was unclear what materials were infused into the black stone used in the castle’s construction, but it instinctively repelled all Earth Evil Yin Demons in the area, as if sothing terrifying resided within.
At each of the castle’s four cardinal points lay a giant swamp a hundred yards wide. One after another, large bubbles rose in the swamp mud, popping to release endless gray mist, which slowly condensed into Earth Evil Yin Demons in the void.
"Truly a pri location. Building the Inheritance Land here, surrounded by Earth Evil Yin Demons, makes it the best treasure," Chi Zhonglin praised.
As the saying goes, teaching a man to fish is better than giving him fish to eat. No matter how abundant the treasure, it will eventually be exhausted. But in this Secret Realm, Earth Evil Yin Demons are generated daily, aning access to endless Earth Demon Yin Evil. Though only of the Seventh Grade Yin Evil, with proper handling, it could serve as ample Sect foundation, perpetually replenishing.
"It’s making want to claim it as my own and establish a Sect here,"
Bian Yingjie licked his lips, his face brimming with eager anticipation.
Only Wei Lang clenched his fists, his expression extrely unsightly.
However, no one paid him any attention at this mont.
"Let’s go! Raid the place."
"Right, raid the place."
Bian Yingjie rubbed his hands excitedly and flew into the castle, with Chi Zhonglin following closely behind, while Zhong Lin continued to guard Wei Lang, entering the castle at a leisurely pace.
The back garden of the castle cultivated so herbs, while the warehouse stored precious ores.
Besides, there were also Spiritual Artifacts, Mystical Artifacts, and various Weapons, a considerable quantity of refined Elixirs, though the bulk consisted of piled up Spirit Stones.
However, there were no cultivation techniques or martial arts here. This Inheritance Land mainly stored resources for future revival. Zhong Lin wasn’t disappointed, for he had already acquired the Sea Suppressing Sect’s core cultivation techniques ’Mystic Sky Dragon Transformation Technique’ and ’Azure Dragon Eight Forms.’ Any others available would rely be low-grade cultivation techniques or martial arts, only serving to broaden his knowledge.
"Brother Zhong, since you have obtained the Sea Suppressing Sect’s inheritance, can you let leave?"
Wei Lang suddenly lifted his head to look at Zhong Lin, his expression indifferent as he spoke.
"No rush, we’ll decide once my senior brothers return," Zhong Lin replied.
"So you never intended to let go, did you? As expected, the so-called Holy Land is always so overbearing, ruthless, and aloof. How could they possibly share treasures with us? My Master and the others were wrong, and the price of their mistake was the downfall of a thousand years of inheritance, with countless disciples dying tragically."
Wei Lang’s gaze locked onto Zhong Lin, devoid of previous resentnt, instead growing calm.
Yet Zhong Lin felt a surge of foreboding unease.
Without any hesitation, Zhong Lin imdiately acted, unleashing a terrifying stream of Sword Qi from his fingertips, aiming straight at Wei Lang’s Dantian, monts away from destroying his Xuandan, wiping out his Divine Soul.
Buzz!
The Stone Blade at the waist of the Sea Suppressing Sect’s Ancestor statue at the center of the entire castle suddenly vibrated, then exploded, piercing through layers of void, directly blocking in front of Wei Lang, causing Zhong Lin’s Sword Qi to dissipate.
Wei Lang reached out to grasp the treasured blade, his eyes ardent, as he gently caressed its surface with his left hand.
"Ancestor, your disciple is incompetent; I have disturbed your rest."
This treasured blade was entirely dark, with crimson lines spreading across its blade like human veins. At its handle, there was an exotic two-headed beast, its eyes blood-red, seemingly coalescing endless killing intent.
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