922: Chapter 920: Supre Venerable of the Buddha Dao!
922: Chapter 920: Supre Venerable of the Buddha Dao!
Daqian Dynasty, Imperial Dragon Mountain.
Within the Blood Qi Tower.
Xiao Yi sat cross-legged, floating in mid-air.
Behind him stood the Divine Sealing Tree, with its verdant Sealing God Leaves swaying gently.
Occasionally, a few green, sparkling specks fell like green stars, forming ribbons of green, encircling Xiao Yi.
Floating and sinking between monts,
Those beams of green light, entering his body.
By now, Xiao Yi had completely stabilized the Divine Sealing Tree, possessing a cultivation that could rival the ninth layer of the Heaven Venerate Realm.
As for battle power, he was on par with a warrior of the Second Layer Supre Realm.
Even in the entire Qingtian Realm, his strength ranked among the top echelons.
Aside from those within the holy lands and reclusive superpowerful warriors, Xiao Yi’s combat capabilities allowed him to traverse with utter freedom!
Buzz!
Suddenly, the Divine Sealing Tree behind Xiao Yi trembled and rged into his body, and he vanished into thin air.
When he reappeared, he was inside the Ancient Tomb of Eternity.
He had reached the deepest part of the second layer, but even with his current Supre-level battle power, he faced an invisible barrier preventing any further advance into the third layer.
“Even Supre battle power can’t enter the third layer?
I refuse to believe this…” A fierce glint flashed through Xiao Yi’s eyes, and as he raised his hand, the Demon Sword Zhan Yue materialized in his palm.
With a shake of his arm, Zhan Yue trembled, its blade issuing an ear-deafening roar.
Sword Twenty-Three!
Swish!
A silver sword light that shocked the heavens surged upwards, slashing towards the fog shrouding the third layer.
Boom!
The entire fog shook violently, ripping open a crack.
“Success!”
A wild joy flashed through Xiao Yi’s eyes.
But just then…
From within that crack, a bronze tombstone flashed by, and almost simultaneously, a deep roar erged from within the tombstone: “Scram!”
A single simple word “scram.”
Yet it ford an unimaginably terrifying force, seemingly transforming into a tangible “Scram” that charged fiercely forward, and with a bang, collided with the sword light, instantly shattering the concentrated sword beam.
Thud thud thud!
Xiao Yi staggered back in retreat, his chest heaving violently.
A wound had appeared in the palm of his hand.
He gasped in shock: “Who exactly is buried in the third layer?
Just a low roar, and it nearly injured ?”
His battle power was on par with a Second Layer Supre Realm warrior!
Yet with just a low roar, the other party had shattered his sword light and split open his palm from afar.
Such battle power was far beyond his own.
“It seems that to step into the third layer, I would have to wait until breaking through to the Peak of Supre Realm, or even to Saint Realm,” Xiao Yi muttered to himself.
Not the least bit discouraged, his fighting spirit was instead ignited.
The stronger the warriors buried in the Ancient Tomb of Eternity, the more powerful the heritage he would receive once he subdued them in the future.
“Since I can’t enter the third layer, it seems I can only search for targets in the second layer.
My current attacking thods are too limited.
Next, I’ll be heading to Western Province; after all, it is the heartland of the Western State Buddhist Sect, and I must be fully prepared.”
With this thought in mind, Xiao Yi began to search for targets within the second layer.
He previously thought he could enter the third layer, so he hadn’t spent much ti searching for targets in the second layer.
Suddenly…
Xiao Yi saw at the deep corner of the second layer, near the entrance to the third layer, a nondescript small grave.
The headstone of the grave was a severely weathered green stone, with the na “Shakya” barely visible.
“Shakya?
Is this the surna or the given na of the tomb’s occupant?” Xiao Yi walked towards the small grave.
As he approached,
He suddenly felt his heartbeat quicken, his blood boiling.
As if sothing within this tomb was drawing his attention, Xiao Yi’s eyes lit up.
There were nurous burial grounds within the Ancient Tomb of Eternity, and countless strong warriors laid to rest, but the number of strong warriors he could suppress and seal was limited.
He couldn’t waste any spots.
The tomb in front of him unexpectedly made him feel a resonance.
At this thought, a flash of brilliance swept through Xiao Yi’s eyes, and he struck out with a palm towards the tomb.
Boom!
The tomb exploded with a loud bang.
Before the dust had settled, a golden light burst forth from within, and a monk erged.
The monk had slightly curled hair and a beard, yet his body was exceptionally sturdy.
He was dressed in a sowhat loose, gray monk’s robe, holding a withered wooden walking stick.
His golden eyes stared intently at Xiao Yi, one hand resting on the walking stick, the other performing a Buddhist gesture as he chanted “Amitabha Buddha”: “This humble monk is Supre Shakya.
May I ask who you are, patron, and why I have co to this place?”
“Supre Shakya?
A Buddhist supre venerable?”
Xiao Yi’s pupils contracted slightly, not expecting to have found the grave of a Buddhist supre venerable.
Is it known by the Tomb of Ages that I’m heading into the heartland of the Buddhist sects?
Although he didn’t have much respect for those hypocritical Buddhist disciples, the various thods and secret techniques of the Buddhist sect were indeed eye-catching, many of which were incredibly powerful.
Furthermore…
If Xiao Yi could master the secret techniques of the Buddhist sect, his actions would be more convenient upon his arrival in the Western Province.
“Patron?” Supre Shakya looked puzzledly at Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi ca back to his senses and said indifferently, “This is the Tomb of Ages, and I am its master, Xiao Yi, the contemporary God-General of Heavens.”
“The God-General of Heavens?
The Tomb of Ages?”
Supre Shakya’s face changed abruptly, and greed flashed in his eyes, “I never thought the legend was true—that there exists a grand tomb in the world that buries countless experts, and whoever possesses this tomb could have the opportunity to challenge all realms.
Patron, this humble monk feels that the Tomb of Ages is predestined with our Buddhist sect, a treasured fate of Buddha, so I kindly ask you to return it to our Buddhist sect.”
Xiao Yi: “…”
Damn it!
I always knew the Buddhist sect had no sha.
But to be this shaless?
You’ve been dead for so many years, just climbed out of your grave without even knowing what place this is, and now it’s suddenly fated with your Buddhist sect?
Watching Xiao Yi remain silent, Supre Shakya pressed on: “Patron, it is our Buddhist sect’s mission to redeem all living beings.
Within this Tomb of Ages, countless powerful beings are buried and should be enlightened through the Buddhist Law.
Do you intend to keep it for your own selfish interests, unwilling to give these innocent souls the chance for liberation?”
Xiao Yi gave Supre Shakya a strange look, and with a smirk said, “Great monk, there is sothing on you that is fated with .
Would you be willing to exchange it with for the Tomb of Ages?”
“What thing?” Master Shakya was like a question mark.
Xiao Yi smiled faintly and deliberately pronounced, “Your life!”
“What?”
Supre Shakya’s face changed, revealing a ferocious look, and he imdiately launched a palm strike towards Xiao Yi: “Great Compassionate Hand!”
Countless golden lights converged on his palm, transforming into a Buddha shadow behind him, as the gigantic palm, like a mountain, slamd down on Xiao Yi.
The Buddha’s palm print was surrounded by golden light, brilliant and dazzling, and it possessed the power to destroy heaven and earth.
Where is the compassion in that?
Xiao Yi smiled, raised his hand casually, and the Divine Sealing Tree appeared behind him, countless green vines rattling and shooting out.
Under the impact of the green tendrils, the golden Buddha palm exploded with a loud bang.
“This is impossible…” Master Shakya’s face turned pale.
One Buddhist divine skill after another was activated.
The Bodhi Thousand Leaves Hand.
The Eight-Part Heavenly Dragon Fist.
The Mahavairocana Hand…
Yet within this Tomb of Ages, Xiao Yi was the supre king, with the Divine Sealing Tree suppressing everything.
The countless vines shattered Supre Shakya’s attacks, tightly binding his body.
Xiao Yi pointed a finger and uttered, “Seal!”
Buzz!
Black light fluctuated, and endless black chains tightly bound Supre Shakya, a layer of black light covering his body.
With a roll, he was integrated into the Divine Sealing Tree.
The formidable Buddhist supre venerable was directly sealed and suppressed by Xiao Yi!
At the sa ti.
Countless Buddhist secret techniques flowed into his mind, including so long-lost secrets of the Buddhist sect; it was no exaggeration to say that even the Buddhist traditions within the Holy Spirit Mountain of the Western State Buddhist Sect might not be as complete as the ones Xiao Yi now possessed.
The corners of Xiao Yi’s mouth lifted slightly, “I wonder what expression Celestial Dragon Supre will have when I use the Buddhist secret techniques to destroy the doctrine of Celestial Dragon Temple?”
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