When the Dusk Drum was struck, its dull sound seed to penetrate the soul, echoing for a long ti between heaven and earth.
The sound was deep and heavy, each note like a call from the ancient Buddha Country.
Just then, a figure slowly appeared in a dense forest a few miles outside the temple, the fallen leaves rustling around.
This person was King Lin. He wore a piece of Jade, which was a Concealing Talisman personally made by the Heavenly Sage. With its effect, King Lin’s aura was almost completely hidden, as if he had rged with the surrounding environnt. His body was concealed in the shadows of an earth mound, only his eyes were tightly fixed on the direction of the temple.
For this operation, he had concealed himself near the Imperial Mausoleum for several days, borrowing the roots of the Blood Bodhi Tree. During these days, he was like a dormant insect, entering a Living Dead state in the soil, with every mont filled with tornt and tension. He dared not make a sound, nor any movent, fearing he would be detected by the unparalleled powerhouse within the temple.
This was the most thrilling stealth of King Lin’s life. He knew well that the target of this assassination was a top-tier master of his era, and it was not only a test of life and death but also an invaluable experience on his cultivation path.
Whether he could successfully break through the Martial Saint Realm all depended on whether he could retreat unhard from this assassination attempt. His heart was filled with tension and fear, but also a hint of anticipation and excitent.
In his hand, he tightly gripped the Heaven Shaking Bow, its body seed to contain infinite power, as if the entire world was held within his grasp. His fingers trembled slightly, a result of the intertwining of nervousness and excitent.
The nine arrows in the quiver each emitted a breathtaking sheen, as if they were awaiting an earthshattering battle, ready at any mont to whistle out and deliver a lethal blow to the enemy. Each arrow was inscribed with mysterious runes, symbols of power and sources of his confidence.
King Lin slowly drew the bowstring, his arm muscles taut and veins pronounced, showing the tension and concentration inside him. His gaze was firm and sharp, as if it could pierce through all obstacles and reach the target.
At this mont, his heart sank into an unprecedented calmness, life and death had beco trivial, and there was only one target in his eyes—the Snowfield Living Buddha.
The mont the first arrow left the string, a powerful force spread out from King Lin’s center to the surroundings.
Within a ten-zhang radius, the originally quietly falling leaves seed to be hit by an invisible force, shattering into countless tiny pieces, swirling in the air like a tragic symphony for this earthshaking arrow.
The arrow, like a teor, wrapped in terrifying spiral energy, shot towards the Snowfield Living Buddha in the temple with a speed beyond human sight.
The air around the arrow shaft was rapidly compressed, forming a visible airwave, emitting a sharp whistling sound, like a roar from Hell, even drowning out the sound of the Dusk Drum.
At this mont, the Snowfield Living Buddha seed to sense sothing and suddenly turned around.
His movents appeared slow, yet carried an indescribable composure and majesty. The mont he turned, the arrow had already smashed through all obstructions, reaching straight towards his face.
The Kasaya of the Snowfield Living Buddha swelled like a bell in the powerful airflow, flapping loudly.
At the sa ti, the "卍" Buddha Seal on his chest shone brightly, its light like a blazing sun, illuminating the entire temple. This golden light rapidly spread outward, condensing into a solid Golden Bell seven feet away.
The surface of the Golden Bell was engraved with mysterious runes, each gleaming with dazzling light, as if recounting ancient Buddhist tenets.
The instant the arrowhead collided with the Golden Bell, it was like the collision of two stars, bursting into brilliant light and imnse impact. Sparks flew, splendid like fireworks, exploding into a three-zhang airwave in mid-air. This wave surged and spread all around like tumultuous tides, flattening everything in its path.
The beams and pillars of the temple creaked under this powerful airwave, as if groaning in pain.
The dust on the beams fell down in a rush, and cracks began to appear on the bricks of the walls, as if they might collapse at any mont. The Buddha statues in the temple wavered in the airwave, as if trembling for this fierce battle.
anwhile, the nurous Lamas seed oblivious, continuing to seal and cast spells, striking the Dusk Drum.
The gaze of the Living Buddha seed to penetrate the barrier of space, seeing King Lin.
King Lin also, at the first mont, t the gaze of the Snowfield Living Buddha.
This feeling was an unprecedented shudder for him.
Like when Wisdom first saw Xu Qing’s finger.
At this mont, a sudden feeling arose in King Lin’s heart.
Even though he was strong to this extent, in the eyes of this "Living Buddha," he was just a stronger ant.
No matter how strong an ant is, it is just an ant!
A sense of humiliation surged within him.
With a heart full of anger, King Lin shot the second arrow.
At the sa ti, a manuscript of literary brilliance, like a beacon illuminating the eternal night, burned beside King Lin.
This was the Immortal Dynasty legal manuscript handwritten by Xu Qing!
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