"Why do these God’s Loathful Remnants chase only and not them?" Su Ye wondered.
In the Valley of Deceased Gods, an Escape Light instantly dashed across the ground. Terrifying green flas devastated violently, boiling the ground into a lake of magma that gave off a horrifyingly high temperature and distorted the very fabric of space itself.
Looking back, Su Ye’s expression was grave. It seems that what the strange bird we encountered earlier said was all true. There must be other fellow Daoists who have also been attacked by these Demonic Evil Cultivators, and they used this thod to warn us.
Behind Su Ye, a thick expanse of demonic clouds stretched for hundreds of miles, sweeping towards him. Atop the clouds sat several Great Demons, their bloodthirsty eyes gleaming fiercely as they chewed on large chunks of flesh.
Seeing the feasting Demons, Su Ye’s heart sank. That flesh belonged to a cultivator nad Chang Yongqing. We were both from Huihuai Province and had just t when we were attacked by these Demonic Evil Cultivators.
He had a Magical Treasure bestowed by his sect, which narrowly allowed him to evade the first strike.
But this fellow townsman wasn’t as lucky. He was cornered on the spot by three Great Demons, with no chance to escape.
"If not for those God’s Loathful Remnants, how could these Demonic Evil Cultivators be so brazen!" Su Ye fud. Clenching his fists, his cheeks puffed out as he gritted his teeth.
Those who co to the Valley of Deceased Gods are either veteran Great Cultivators who have lived for hundreds of years or prodigies from major sects and aristocratic families.
These Great Demons, although also at the Blood-Stained Realm, if it really ca to a fight, our chances of victory might even be greater.
Because the Human Race is adept at hiding.
Which veteran Great Cultivator who has lived for several hundred years doesn’t have a few trump cards up their sleeve?
But whenever these Demonic Evil Cultivators appear, God’s Loathful Remnants are always beside them, as if these Remnants were lured over by them.
And these God’s Loathful Remnants seem to be completely blind to the Demonic Evil Cultivators, utterly ignoring them.
With the tables turned like this, Human Cultivators must not only guard against the God’s Loathful Remnants but also face the Great Demons. After a few encounters, we are naturally at a disadvantage and can only think of fleeing.
"It’s not fair!" Su Ye sighed heavily. His indignation almost made him want to stop and have a real, blades-drawn fight with these Demonic Evil Cultivator sons of bitches.
But reason also warned him that if he stopped, he would imdiately be trapped, with God’s Loathful Remnants in front and Great Demons behind.
By then, even if he wanted to escape, he would probably have no chance.
"Hahaha, you Human Cultivators, aren’t you supposed to be the top echelon of the Blood-Stained Realm? How co you only know how to tuck your tails and run? Tsk, tsk, tsk, you have less courage than the wild boar piglets I raise by my door."
Sitting atop the demonic clouds, several Great Demons laughed unrestrainedly, mocking Su Ye ahead with their taunts.
This was a tactic to attack the mind.
A cold snort suddenly echoed. "You’re laughing so happily now. I wonder if you’ll still be able to laugh once you’re inside my Golden Bowl."
The cold snort startled the Great Demons on the demonic clouds. They felt as though a blazing sun had appeared behind them, its heat searing their bodies with an unbearable sting, as if they were about to explode.
The Great Demons turned around. They saw, about thirty miles away, a barefoot, white-robed monk striding through the air. With a single step, he crossed the entire thirty miles.
This monk held Buddha Beads in one hand and a golden bowl in the other, with thick eyebrows, a wide forehead, and a high nose, radiating golden light from the ordination scars on his shaven head.
At first glance, his body exuded such resolute righteousness that it seed to shine like the sun, too brilliant to look at directly.
"Audacious fiends! I will force you to reveal your true forms!" Enveloped in golden light stretching for an imnse length, the white-robed monk roared. He threw the Buddha Beads in his hand high into the air, his other hand forming several ancient hand seals for a spell.
"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, All Buddhas of Prajna! World Honored Earth Treasury, Prajna, BOOM!"
The thunderous shout echoed between heaven and earth, shaking the surrounding void until it trembled violently. The string of Buddha Beads he had thrown suddenly exploded.
Thirty-six beads instantly swelled, transforming into thirty-six colossal Buddha Beads, each over three hundred ters in diater, stretching across the sky!
It was this generation’s Chan Master Fahai of Jinshan Temple!
Seeing the white-robed monk, Su Ye was overjoyed, thinking salvation had co.
Jinshan Temple!
The premier sect in Spiritual Linghang Province!
It was also an Ancient Sect, much like the Shenxiao Sect, established in the Middle Ancient Era and having stood firm for several ages without falling.
As an Ancient Sect, Jinshan Temple had a secret rarely known to outsiders.
In each generation, the most outstanding young disciple would inherit a dharma na passed down since the Middle Ancient Era.
The monk who inherited this dharma na would beco the next abbot of Jinshan Temple!
And this dharma na was: Fahai!
The white-robed monk before Su Ye was none other than this generation’s Chan Master Fahai of Jinshan Temple.
Thirty-six colossal Buddha Beads, large enough to obscure the sun, hung in the Sky Do, showering down brilliant golden Buddha Light. Endless Buddhist chants reverberated between heaven and earth, seeking to suppress all demons and heresies in the world!
"Kill!" Seeing Fahai attack with lethal intent right from the start, the Great Demons roared. Blood burst from the corners of their eyes as they unleashed the full power of their ancient bloodlines, burning their very essence. Terrifying demonic qi instantly erupted towards the heavens, forming a colossal hand to et the Buddha Light.
"Hmph! Still resisting such a Spell? I shall capture you all!" With an indifferent gaze, the white-robed monk Fahai snorted coldly. He slamd his palms together with a thunderous clap. It was as if heaven and earth themselves were being crushed between his hands, trembling violently.
"Great Luo Golden Bowl!" As Fahai chanted an obscure, ancient demon-subduing incantation, the Golden Bowl floated up on its own, positioning itself above his head. A powerful beam of golden light, about an acre wide, shot out from the bowl, forcefully shining upon the Great Demons.
Bathed in this golden light, the Great Demons instantly felt their tumultuous Cultivation being forcefully suppressed. Their bodies uncontrollably began to revert to their true forms.
This Golden Bowl was a Magical Treasure passed down through each generation of Fahai, tempered and nurtured for countless years. Its power was astonishing, even surpassing so Magical Treasures that Dao Experts had spent their entire lives refining.
"Collect!" The light from the Golden Bowl suddenly intensified. As Fahai shouted, the Great Demons, pinned by the golden light, scread and were pulled towards the Golden Bowl.
But just at that mont, two shadowy figures wielding pitch-black longswords, their blades covered in crimson talismans, suddenly sprang out. They attacked from an incredibly devious angle, precisely at the most critical mont of Fahai’s technique.
A single slash seed to split the sky!
The gleaming edge of the blade reflected a terrifying vision of endless worldly desolation and the annihilation of all things. Even the slightest scratch from this longsword would lead to erosion by the imnse aura of annihilation it contained.
Below the Dao Body Realm, there was no solution!
"Hehehe, this Annihilation Sky Blade was specially forged to target prodigies like you, Master Fahai. May your journey be swift."
A man with a deathly pale complexion, clad in strange burial clothes, stepped out from the void. His crimson eyes twinkled with amusent as he gazed at Fahai, his hands clasped lightly.
This round, it seed, was won.
Trading a few useless pawns for a prodigy like him? Truly a bargain.
Just as the Annihilation Sky Blade was about to pierce Fahai’s body, the white-robed Chan Master Fahai remained calm and uttered a single, low word:
"Kasaya!"
BOOM!
The seemingly ordinary white monastic robe he wore suddenly billowed outwards. Before the shadowy figures wielding the Annihilation Sky Blades could react, they were completely enveloped by the white Kasaya.
No matter how they struggled, they couldn’t shake the Kasaya in the slightest.
Golden swastika symbols erged one by one on the Kasaya’s surface. Amidst the grand and solemn Buddhist power and the ceaseless chanting echoing through the void, the shadowy figures trapped inside scread tragically and dissipated into plus of black smoke.
"As expected of a prodigy from an Ancient Sect. He actually had another trump card." The man in burial clothes thought, his expression shifting slightly. He shook his head. Too hasty. I should have observed a bit longer.
Muttering to himself, the man in burial clothes slowly retreated. Behind him, a misty, ethereal gate gradually materialized, adorned with eighteen blood-red lanterns. The space within the gateway was hazy and indistinct, as if leading to another world.
The Extre Joy Spiritual Gate.
An exceptionally special Magic Artifact. Though not a Magical Treasure, its teleportation abilities are virtually unstoppable.
Once he stepped through this gate, no one could stop him from leaving.
"Thinking of leaving so easily?!" Su Ye, who had caught up, roared furiously. The terrifying green flas instantly transford into a vast ocean of fire, surging directly towards the man in burial clothes.
This green fire was called Xuan Yuan Supre True Spirit Fire. Not only was its temperature extraordinarily high, but it also ignited True Essence and demonic qi. The higher the cultivation of the person burned by this fire, the larger the blaze would beco, impossible to stop once ignited.
The sea of fire, shimring with green radiance, engulfed the man in burial clothes. Su Ye was just about to activate a spell to intensify the flas further when, suddenly—
An invisible fluctuation abruptly spread out, and the sea of fire created by the Xuan Yuan Supre True Spirit Fire was forcefully extinguished.
Smiling as he stood beneath the eerie gate, the man in burial clothes wagged a finger at Su Ye, saying,
"Living long doesn’t equate to strength. You should go back and train for a few more years."
Before his voice had faded, the strange gate slowly closed, and the man in burial clothes’ figure also disappeared from before Fahai and Su Ye.
"Master, you just let him go like that?" Taking a deep breath to suppress the rage in his heart, Su Ye looked with confusion at Fahai, who had calmly watched the man in burial clothes depart.
"Patron, please be patient. He... cannot leave."
His tone was calm as Fahai slowly raised his head. His clear, bright eyes gazed into the distance. A terrifying Sword Light, imnsely long, swirling with iridescent colors and exuding a pressure that dominated all beings in the heavens, was tearing through the void, rapidly approaching.
The next instant, Fahai and Su Ye heard a deafening crash from the Sky Do above, as if two ancient stars had collided and exploded, sending massive shockwaves rippling through the void.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
What followed was the astonishing sight of countless wooden splinters raining down, as if an incredibly sharp weapon was hacking sothing apart deep within the Sky Do.
CRASH!
The void was rent by a terrifyingly large hole. Only a dilapidated doorfra, looking like discarded trash, was flung out. It slamd into the ground, creating a large crater and sending up clouds of dust.
"Isn’t that..." Staring at the ruined doorfra, with only a single, shriveled lantern remaining, Su Ye’s eyes widened.
"You disgusting creatures. From now on, I’ll kill every single one of you I see. No rcy."
The indifferent, calm voice drifted from the void. A young Daoist in a cloud-patterned Taoist Robe stepped out. In his right hand, he held the head of the man in burial clothes, whose face was a mask of terror and unwilling resignation.
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