"Old monk, I'll leave this matter to you. Can the Dharma body of this fellow be completely settled here?" Chu Mo glanced at the old monk. He had indeed been reluctant to have the old monk shoulder the karma, but now, he had suddenly seen through it.
The old monk had facilitated his eting with the supre youth and was certainly ready to take on all the karma!
Especially since the old monk had hinted to him before that the Buddhist temple was the place where all karma originates, but at the sa ti, it was also the place where all karma is extinguished!
The Buddhist temple... This mysterious and discreet ancient sect had a powerful heritage that was incredibly intimidating!
Even the supre youth, upon arriving here, was captured without any resistance. So, taking on this piece of karma for him probably wasn't a big deal for the entire Buddhist temple.
The old monk smiled faintly, "Leave it to ."
The young man's head had been thoroughly stamped on by Chu Mo's footprints, yet it hadn't suffered any fatal blow; the indestructible nature of a supre being's head was beyond ordinary imagination. It didn't even need to heal...
The young supre... was still a supre!
The head of a supre being was not so easily crushed. Unless Chu Mo used the Heaven Slaying technique recklessly. But Chu Mo did not do so.
However, for this supre youth, this was more painful than killing him!
Having been revered from birth, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
His eyes were fixed on Chu Mo.
Chu Mo t his gaze with a cold smile, not showing any weakness in his eyes.
Then the old monk gently pointed a finger, and a soft light shot towards the young man's head.
A ferocious expression crossed the young man's face!
But he kept his mouth shut tight, without making the slightest sound. He didn't even look at the old monk, but continued to stare dead at Chu Mo.
Finally.
With a bang!
The young man's head burst open on the spot, turning into a huge set of Great Dao laws and forming a Dragon of Law, attempting to drill into the void.
Yet again, six golden Buddhas appeared, each chanting a mantra, pinning the Dragon of Law in place.
More and more golden Buddhas erged around them, manifesting vaguely, filling the entire Heaven and Earth, densely packed, innurable. They began chanting scriptures.
The scriptures were profound and difficult to understand. Chu Mo could hardly comprehend a single word, but he could feel the terrifying power contained within them. They had no influence on him, but for the Dragon of Law ford by the young man's head, it was a true disaster.
The Dragon of Law continued to shrink until, at last, it was the length of a chopstick and plunged into the chest of one of the Buddhas, disappearing from sight.
"What is this?" Chu Mo asked the old monk.
The old monk brought his hands together, "Amitabha."
Chu Mo: "..."
The old monk then said, "This is conversion."
"This is conversion?" Chu Mo was astonished.
The old monk smiled faintly, "This is forced conversion, turning this power into one of the sources that protects the holy land of the Buddhist temple. After all, power from the Supre Realm... is nearly invisible in this world now."
For so reason, Chu Mo always felt that when the old monk said these words, there was a hint of regret in his tone, as if he wished there were more supre beings in this world—it would an a few more supres showing up to cause trouble...
Of course, this might be an illusion, because at least the old monk was quite good to him.
Next, the young man's corpse was also dealt with by the old monk in the sa manner: with a single pointer, the corpse actually turned into a drop of purple-golden blood.
At this mont, Chu Mo's expression finally beca grave, as he looked at the old monk and asked, "Is this supre body rely a drop of his essence blood mixed with so of the Great Dao's laws of a Supre?"
The old monk understood what shocked Chu Mo and replied, "This is already a very top-notch body. Such essence blood, even for a Supre, would not exceed ten drops. Losing one drop is a considerable massive loss for that Supre."
Only then did Chu Mo suddenly realize that the old monk, who could only manifest the flying ascension realm at most in the Immortal Realm, could easily dispose of this young Supre's body. He couldn't help but look at the old monk, "What realm are you truly in?"
The old monk said with a cheerful smile, "All is void. I only cultivate the Buddha's teachings, not divine abilities, so realms are useless to ."
With that, he flicked the drop of purple-golden essence blood towards Chu Mo, "This blood is fated for you. Refine it, and your path to becoming stronger will be a bit quicker."
Chu Mo shook his head with distaste, "I don't want it!"
The old monk shook his head, "Don't take so matters too seriously, just think of it... as a treasure you've hunted for yourself."
"Cough, cough, it feels strange to hear you say such things, an accomplished monk of your stature," said Chu Mo, with a twisted smile.
The old monk smiled faintly, "To achieve great things, you needn't fuss over trifles. Believe it or not, if this young man had killed you today, not only would he have refined all of your essence blood, but he would also have stripped your tendons, plucked your bones, and refined your ancestral realm body! He disdains you with his words, but he truly envies you in his heart."
Chu Mo shivered with a cold sensation running through his body and felt a wave of revulsion in his heart.
"In any case, this belongs to you," the old monk said, flicking the drop of purple-golden essence blood over.
Chu Mo sighed and no longer refused. Today he truly began to understand the kind of opponents he would face in the future.
If not for being in this holy Buddhist land today, the young Supre would have countless ways to crush him into dust with ease, anywhere else!
And he... would have absolutely no chance to resist!
The mont the purple-golden blood touched Chu Mo's palm, it instantly rged into him. He felt an all-over comfort, and beyond that, surprisingly, no other sensation.
He couldn't help but show a hint of astonishnt on his face.
The old monk said, "The power of bloodlines only reveals itself at crucial monts. Moreover, the old monk thought you might need to refine it sowhat. Unexpectedly... the bloodline within your body subtly seems even a notch above this man's! Otherwise, it would not have been absorbed so effortlessly."
Afterward, the old monk looked at Chu Mo and said, "The old monk believes you must have many questions. Don't be impatient. After the old monk finishes so matters, I will explain them to you one by one."
The old monk continued chanting and forming seals.
His complexion worsened, as if he was performing so ritual.
By the ti Chu Mo realized sothing was gravely wrong with the old monk, it was already too late. The old monk's body rapidly withered away, and that massive star formation was completely sealed under the observation of Chu Mo's Technique of Energy Observation!
And the power that sealed that place all emanated from the old monk!
That strength was vast and mighty, sothing not even an ascension-phase cultivator could possess. Perhaps not even an emperor would have such power!
This old monk, he... he sacrificed himself to help ?
Tears welled up in Chu Mo's eyes as he looked at the old monk, not knowing what to say.
"Co here, child, have a chat with ." The old monk stood up from the void, walked over to Chu Mo, and with hands gnarled like the claws of an eagle, grabbed Chu Mo's hand. Together, they stepped through the invisible barrier and returned to the ancient temple below.
By then, the myriad Buddhas that filled the sky had long since vanished without a trace.
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