Master Xuelang was somewhat surprised, but before he could express his thoughts, Qu Zhengfeng’s figure had already vanished from where he stood.
He neither spoke a word to the scattered cultivators from Mingri Star Sea who had just arrived, nor glanced at the group of former Yashan sect brothers behind him.
His tall frame wrapped in gold-threaded black robes departed resolutely toward the sacred mountain.
The sudden changes atop the sacred mountain temple were obviously beyond the entire temple’s expectations. Chaos began everywhere, and even the faithful in the mandala below began gradually awakening under the brilliant daylight-like golden illumination.
Thus the chanting voices became less pure.
There were crying sounds, laughter, and joyful weeping calls, all mixed into the devout chanting, creating the most vivid and grandest sound across this snowy domain.
The fierce battle between Jian Chou and the Precious Vase Dharma King continued.
The Precious Vase Dharma King had naturally seen what was happening behind him and knew things were developing in a direction beyond his control. He was burning with anxiety, yet couldn’t free his hands to deal with Jian Chou. His thoughts became agitated, and the various techniques he wielded grew increasingly urgent and vicious.
Another hand seal struck out, and the precious vase suddenly bulged!
In this instant, it looked exactly like a living creature!
Its belly bulged like a drunk who had consumed too much. The vase mouth opened, and endless dark golden mist gushed forth—actually spitting out thirteen entirely dark golden skeletons from within!
Each skeleton had long arms and legs, appearing much larger than ordinary human bone structure. Golden-red Sanskrit seal marks burned in their hollow eye sockets, yet their movements showed none of the stiffness skeletons should have.
They were agile and swift, fierce and cold!
Looking more carefully, one would discover their bones weren’t naturally this color, but because they were covered with countless densely packed dark golden curse seals!
The moment they appeared, those dark golden curse seals flickered in the swift wind, faintly emanating a terrifying malevolent aura as they pounced toward Jian Chou, already submerged by countless vengeful spirits!
The Precious Vase Dharma King wanted a quick victory!
He had already seen Jian Chou’s inadequacy when dealing with these spirits. After all, Jiushijiu Zhou had no reincarnation for these sixty-six years, so even the most evil demonic cultivators couldn’t research the existence of these “soul ghosts,” naturally lacking methods to counter them. Therefore, even someone as strong as Jian Chou couldn’t help but be constrained by this.
Just this small constraint could completely suppress Jian Chou’s true combat power and help him compensate for the disadvantage caused by her earlier ambush injuries.
Victory was within reach!
The Precious Vase Dharma King’s eyes had turned completely blood-red. If not for his flesh and blood body, if not for the red monk robes he wore, his current appearance would probably be no different from those thirteen heavily malevolent skeletons!
Surrounded, Jian Chou’s pressure suddenly increased.
The endless female spirits before her eyes seemed infinite, like surging seawater. Tearing through the waves in front brought more from behind; destroying the attacking assault from the left brought tearing from the right; even overhead and underfoot were filled with their fierce faces.
The newly appeared skeletons, contrary to these female spirits’ soft, cold nature, gave off a sense of hard brutality. As they passed through these female spirits, they were like monarchs traversing their territories—all spirits within the domain trembled, as if awed by their might.
Several nearby spirits were actually absorbed into the dark golden curse seals on their bones.
Several screams echoed in the void.
In the blink of an eye, the bones covered by these dark golden curse seals became slightly thicker, and the malevolent aura they emanated grew heavier.
Witnessing this scene in the gaps between dealing with the spirits, Jian Chou felt her scalp tingle. First, she was shocked by the evil method of using these Buddha mother bright consort spirits to nourish skeletons; second, she was startled by the degree of filth and corruption hidden within this snowy domain high monk’s Pure Heaven Precious Vase!
She cultivated Human Weapon technique and had black wind thunder protection, so spirits couldn’t approach her body—this wasn’t a problem for now. But being entangled by these many formerly pitiful, now hateful female spirits, unable to fully deploy her abilities against the Precious Vase Dharma King sitting steadily behind them, was truly frustrating.
Now thirteen skeletons pounced with remarkably coordinated movements.
Extraordinarily long arm bones connected to extraordinarily long and thick finger bones struck down from above!
Jian Chou’s Wind-Thunder Wings behind her back flapped once, and the abundant spiritual power within her body instantly flowed toward the shoulder blade Dao seal, exceeding any previous amount and reaching a limit of her current cultivation!
Thus the originally phantom wings seemed to become substantial!
Purple lightning instantly spread out, and the massive wings rose high, blocking those thirteen skeletal arm bones!
“Clang!!!”
A sound like metal striking jade! Thirteen sounds merged into one, as thirteen hard arm bones struck Jian Chou’s seemingly substantial Dijiang Wind-Thunder Wings!
Countless dark golden curse seals on the arm bones all flashed with intense light!
In this instant, Jian Chou actually felt her entire body’s spiritual power seemed to pause momentarily, and bell-like sounds hammered in her mind, making her face pale!
The mighty Dijiang Wind-Thunder Wings, under the evil power of these thirteen skeletons, faintly showed signs of being restrained.
She was hammered downward by this fierce force!
If not for her quick reaction, riding the wind upward in reverse at the moment of falling and dodging from the side, she would have been smashed into the ice surface like the earlier Precious Vase Dharma King, creating a huge crater.
If their earlier situation could be considered Jian Chou having the upper hand, then after these spirits appeared, it became evenly matched. After these thirteen obviously significant sinister skeletons appeared, the situation gradually showed superiority and inferiority.
The Precious Vase Dharma King was completely using his strengths to attack her weaknesses!
Jian Chou’s perception never fell short of others—what the Precious Vase Dharma King knew, she naturally knew as well. But beyond the Precious Vase Dharma King’s expectations, even trapped in such disadvantage, she remained unhurried, showing neither panic nor confusion!
She fought the enemy now as she had before!
Abnormal!
This reaction was completely abnormal!
What kind of cunning fox was the Precious Vase Dharma King? In moments, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but before he could think of anything, chaos erupted at the foot of the sacred mountain!
“Who goes there!”
“Enemy attack, enemy attack—”
“Form arrays, quickly form arrays!!!”
A series of sounds suddenly exploded from below, panicked voices erupting from every corner. In that dark withered forest beside the sacred mountain, countless brilliant lights suddenly rose!
Like falling stars!
Like burning fireworks!
Like countless forms of light gathering into a rainbow under this sky already illuminated by golden light!
Attacking techniques poured down like rain!
Rising alongside them were figure after figure leaping up, wearing robes of different sects but completely different from snowy domain styles. Young and old faces blurred in the rushing wind, leaving only their unstoppable bearing, like some indelible mark deeply forged into each person’s silhouette!
No one spoke.
All they wanted to say was placed in the weapons they held and the attacks they launched, making this heaven and earth clamorous in their silence!
The more soundless, the more murderous!
The Precious Vase Dharma King had experienced the Yin-Yang Realm War—how could he not recognize the origins of these countless descending figures?
Clearly Chanzong!
Clearly Star Sea!
Clearly Yashan!
Thus all previously overlooked clues surfaced, and Jian Chou’s calm demeanor in the face of crisis seemed to have the perfect explanation—
She was never surrounded at all!
It couldn’t even be considered a lone army penetrating deep!
From the very beginning of combat, he himself was the one surrounded, he himself was the one fighting alone!
This was a surprise attack on the Snowy Domain. Just from the identities of these arriving cultivators, one could deduce that all other sects of Jiushijiu Zhou had united!
They weren’t just moving against the Snowy Domain!
This was clearly restarting the Yin-Yang Realm War, and to restart it, they absolutely had to remove the Snowy Domain’s esoteric sect, this thorn in their back!
For Jiushijiu Zhou, this was a necessary battle for vengeance!
For the Snowy Domain, this was a life-or-death battle hanging by a thread!
The cultivators from all three directions were elite forces, filled with passionate killing intent, striking without mercy! The rain-like attacks claimed many esoteric sect monks’ lives at the foot of the sacred mountain in the first moment of their sudden descent.
“Rumble…”
The frozen earth covered with ice and snow cracked under violent attacks, and soil mixed with ice shards scattered, also becoming killing weapons…
Master Xuelang at the front, Chanzong in the center, Star Sea on the left, Yashan on the right—nearly a thousand cultivators around Nascent Soul level who would be called old monsters anywhere in Jiushijiu Zhou now arrayed before the sacred mountain!
Though fewer in number than the Snowy Domain, they brought an overwhelming oppressive feeling.
It was ultimate power—a single Nascent Soul cultivator could split mountains and crack earth. Nearly a thousand Nascent Soul gathered together—what terrifying force could make one lose the will to resist?
The battle erupted at this moment!
It only occurred in this sacred city and mountain of the Snowy Domain, occupying just a small corner of the vast Jiushijiu Zhou, splashing merely a tiny spark.
Yet this small spark completely ignited the bloody war flames that had been buried for sixty-six years across Jiushijiu Zhou!
The wind in the Snowy Domain was very cold.
The wind in the Star Sea was very cool.
The broad Lan River flowed through the most expansive flat basin of Mingri Star Sea, passing through the now-empty Broken Immortal City, continuing eastward to join the narrow Eastern Sea connecting the isolated human island, merging clear river water with the currently eerily deep purple sea water.
The lonely island in the sea’s center remained as before. Only the giant peach tree at its highest point, whose canopy when spread could almost cover the entire island, had changed to a sinister color.
The originally brilliant cloud-like petals had all withered.
Newly blooming on those branches were actually grotesque ghost faces, densely covering everyone’s vision. Power surged, making this space extremely unstable.
In the dark seawater, dark blue light lines were faintly arranged, connected in an extremely profound order—clearly an ancient and massive formation!
Hengxu Zhenren and Fudao Shanren now stood on a nearby reef, watching.
Behind them stretched countless dark silhouettes!
From Kunwu, from Yashan, from Star Sea, from Chanzong, from the demonic path, from Wangjiang Tower and Wanghai Tower, from countless known and unknown places across Jiushijiu Zhou, each with varying levels of cultivation…
Countless beyond counting!
Looking from one end to the other, it seemed half the sea was covered with figures. In this gloomy and eerie night, they possessed a condensed yet passionate might!
Cold solemn faces, blood boiling with passion!
Even powerhouses like Xuanyue Xianji and Monk Yichen became unremarkable in such a crowd, even outstanding figures like Fu Chaosheng and Xie Buchen drew little attention.
Everyone’s gaze fell on the very front of the crowd!
There stood the most powerful giants traversing the Central Domain, there stood the hardest backbone supporting Jiushijiu Zhou. The dao robes fluttering in the fierce wind were all different, but the same was something in both men’s eyes.
Fudao Shanren held his nine-sectioned bamboo staff, saying nothing.
Hengxu Zhenren only watched the ghost-faced peach tree covering the entire island. In the instant space fluctuations trembled, in the instant the night sky in the far northern Snowy Domain was suddenly illuminated by Saint Son Jiye’s power, he calmly raised his hand and lightly waved…
That was the sound of ten thousand zhang thunder rolling under the sky!
That was the sound of thousands upon thousands of brilliant lights exploding in darkness!
Also the sound of hatred long suppressed across Jiushijiu Zhou for sixty-six years, quietly awakening…
“Rumble!”
Thousands upon thousands of cultivators, thousands upon thousands of powers, constructed earth-destroying magnificent force. Half poured into the ancient formation floating in the seawater, half crashed toward the tree full of fierce ghost faces on the island!
Terrifying power exploded thunderously!
The entire heaven and earth, whether seawater or the Jiushijiu Zhou land standing firm above the sea, all trembled!
The Star Sea sky lit up, echoing with the distant Snowy Domain firmament!
At this moment, the entire Jiushijiu Zhou land fell silent!
Whether participating or not, whether high or low in cultivation, whether in the Star Sea or located anywhere else on this land…
Everyone raised their heads to gaze toward where battle had begun!
Even the distant Snowy Domain…
This was the highest terrain in all Jiushijiu Zhou, closest to the firmament, able to look down on everything on the ground and detect great changes in low places at the first moment.
Liao Kong and Yang Jin had taken advantage of the chaos to secretly infiltrate the temple.
They naturally felt the great changes behind the temple, and even the tremors appearing in the Eastern Extreme Ghost Gate sea area, they felt crystal clear.
Hengxu Zhenren and his group were simultaneously attacking, declaring war on the Extreme Domain!
Strike first for advantage!
From the beginning, Jiushijiu Zhou’s plan was two-pronged, simultaneous action—a risky but brilliant strategy!
On one side, restrain the Snowy Domain’s New Esoteric sect closely connected to the Extreme Domain, preferably removing its threat entirely. On the other side, use nearly eighty percent of Jiushijiu Zhou’s cultivator strength to directly assault from the Eastern Extreme Ghost Gate, catching the Extreme Domain off guard!
The Saint Son’s appearance was Jian Chou’s signal for them to act.
Their battle in the Snowy Domain was the signal for the main force to war against the Extreme Domain!
Liao Kong hadn’t cultivated very long, and his greatest experience was only risking his life to save Jian Chou and Xie Buchen from a mid-stage Void Refining Dharma King twenty years ago. So after disturbances came from the southeastern Star Sea direction, he inevitably became somewhat nervous.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest, and he had to forcibly suppress it.
He was currently standing in the temple with over a dozen other New Esoteric monks, while Yang Jin was hidden in the shadows of the evil Buddha statue on the other side. If discovered, his own destruction would be a small matter—he feared one careless move would ruin the great plan to restart the Yin-Yang Realm War!
The monk group he had infiltrated came to protect Dharma King Precious Seal.
So from his position, he could clearly see the situation in the Saint Hall, including the positions of other protecting masters around, the shape of the formation drawn on the ground, and the profile of the Precious Seal Dharma King in deep red robes, sitting cross-legged at the formation’s center…
The terrifying power of the Sacred Ritual formation broke through the Saint Hall’s roof and poured into his brow. Rather than giving him a solemn feeling of bathing in Buddha light, it made endless sinister black qi rise from his entire body, as if wanting to absorb all surrounding light, emanating ultimate danger.
At the foot of the mountain in the mandala, large groups of cultivators had arrived and begun battle; atop the mountain at the Sacred Lake, Saint Son Jiye had manifested divinity while Jian Chou used her power to hold back the Precious Vase Dharma King, one realm higher than her, in fierce combat; yet in the mountain temple, he could only watch helplessly.
In Liao Kong’s heart, a strange anxious urgency arose; Yang Jin, arduously hidden in the shadows, also felt tormented.
Her situation differed from Liao Kong’s.
She had experienced the Yin-Yang Realm War but didn’t care much about it. What made her most anxious now wasn’t Jian Chou fiercely battling the Precious Vase Dharma King not far behind the hall, but the Precious Seal Dharma King in the hall!
Among the three treasure Dharma Kings, the Precious Vase Dharma King was strongest.
Yang Jin hadn’t interacted much with this person in the past, but deeply knew his terror and knew his cultivation had crossed into the higher Bounded Realm!
In such circumstances, what kind of power could cause him such pain?
The ancient, heart-palpitating power in the hall’s formation made her forehead sweat and made her hesitate to release the ambush technique in her hand.
As if once released, it wouldn’t strike the opponent but herself!
As if what occupied the formation wasn’t the dictatorial tyrant and source of evil she had hated for years, but the true deity who should rule this realm!
Deity…
The moment these two words emerged from her heart, they brought suffocating oppression!
At this time, both she and Liao Kong, for different reasons, neither moved.
Liao Kong knew he should currently study the formation before him, then judge what was abnormal about the Precious Seal Dharma King, but most of his attention was on the mid-air battle that had continued for some time!
Senior Sister Jian Chou’s situation didn’t look very good.
The Precious Vase Dharma King’s methods were too numerous and vicious, layer upon layer, each targeting the flaws exposed in her weaknesses, interpreting “old and cunning” to perfection. Her response methods were initially sufficient, able to break his attacks with powerful might, but as time lengthened, disadvantages appeared.
Jian Chou’s time advancing to the powerful realm was really too short.
Or rather, her cultivation time compared to cultivators of the same level was far too little. High talent and stronger ability to seize opportunities allowed her power and realm to rise extremely quickly, which in most cases indeed made all cultivators envious.
But gains inevitably meant losses.
Too short cultivation time meant relatively limited mastery of techniques and methods. In usual quick battles, this was fine and wouldn’t expose too many flaws, but once battle time lengthened, the side with fewer methods would gradually be seen through by opponents.
Once opponents had restraining methods, victory and defeat could gradually be determined.
The greatest problem Jian Chou currently faced was undoubtedly this!
The originally advantageous situation for Jian Chou had already tilted toward the Precious Vase Dharma King through their fierce attacks back and forth.
The Precious Vase Dharma King was obviously fighting with real anger and killing intent.
Seeing the Saint Son Jiye and Qielan behind him about to merge like twin lotus stems, he completely ignored it, his eyes bloodshot as he raised both hands in moon-embracing posture high toward the sky!
“Whoosh—”
The Pure Heaven Precious Vase, originally aimed at Jian Chou, suddenly expanded again! Growing larger and more ethereal, its massive phantom almost instantly expanded to the sacred mountain’s boundaries!
To encompass all things in the world!
As if no matter what ten thousand abilities you possessed, under this vase that could replace heaven and earth, you were merely a toy for someone to play with in their palm!
This was the method used twenty years ago!
Liao Kong, who had directly faced this strike before, almost instantly recognized it. Painful memories preserved in his heart like shadows immediately surfaced, making him explode!
At this moment, he almost couldn’t help jumping up directly!
The Sumeru Seed was no longer in his hands, but he instinctively wanted to abandon the Saint Hall to support Jian Chou!
But at the instant he was about to move—
Words his master Yichen had said in the temple a few days ago suddenly floated up from his mind, making him inexplicably shiver.
That was the Abbot master uncle and his master standing on the mountain watching the sea.
His injuries had just healed, and he stood behind them.
The Abbot master uncle asked: “The time flow in the Sumeru Seed is indeed very fast. People cultivating inside experience much slower time compared to outside, but this old monk doesn’t remember any lost techniques in the seed that even our Buddhist sect doesn’t know. Tell me, how did Friend Jian Chou’s Heavenly Dragon Eight Guardians totem when crossing the Heart Interrogation Dao Tribulation come about…”
His master, Monk Yichen, stood calmly beside the Abbot master uncle. Hearing this, he looked at the line where the Western Sea met the sky and thought for a long time.
But in the end, he only smiled mysteriously.
Not directly answering the Abbot master uncle’s question, he slowly said: “Rather than where she learned it, this poor monk wants to know more—a Yashan disciple who broke through Nascent Soul in merely sixty years, spending nearly four hundred years in the seed, yet seemingly learning few techniques or methods… just how far has she cultivated this single technique…”
A Yashan disciple breaking through Nascent Soul in sixty years!
Nearly four hundred years passing in the Sumeru Seed!
All her methods and techniques showed no obvious increase, so what did she cultivate in those four hundred years, and to what realm?!
All of Liao Kong’s impulses to provide support were frozen in this instant, replaced by sudden surging heat in his heart!
No, the current situation was wrong.
Even though he hadn’t had deep interactions with this Yashan eldest senior sister, the Red Killing Small Realm eighty years ago and the fierce snowy domain battle twenty years ago were enough for him to understand—this was definitely not a powerhouse who would simply be beaten down!
Not only having a powerhouse’s strength, but also a powerhouse’s strategy!
Amazing light burst from Liao Kong’s eyes!
The humming sound of the Pure Heaven Precious Vase spinning and expanding continued to grow, constantly invading everyone’s hearing, making hearts shake and tremble!
The Precious Vase Dharma King almost believed he had already won.
In this prolonged battle, he had completely familiarized himself with every technique and attack of Jian Chou’s, able to find restraining methods from all aspects. Conversely, his methods were endless while Jian Chou couldn’t keep up. Not to mention the endless spirits and thirteen skeletons that continuously devoured spirits to grow stronger still constrained her, preventing her from escaping battle or getting any respite.
The Pure Heaven Precious Vase bore the title “Pure Heaven.” This “pure” character meant “cleansing,” even elimination.
Twenty years ago, he had launched this strike.
But then a Chanzong young monk had interfered, saving Jian Chou. Now twenty years later, he finally used this ultimate technique again!
“Go, go, go!”
Hand seals struck out frantically, malevolent qi growing frantically in his heart!
The Precious Vase Dharma King urged that dense cloud-like mass of spirits to swarm toward Jian Chou once more, and urged those thirteen golden skeletons to attack Jian Chou from all directions simultaneously!
He wanted to completely restrain Jian Chou’s movements!
Twenty years ago, he let her luckily escape. Today, he would capture this female cultivator who had shown off atop the snowy domain into his vase, let her suffer endless yin qi erosion, refine her into the most powerful human puppet, let all of Jiushijiu Zhou and everyone know—
What lofty Yashan was all bullshit!
“Little girl doesn’t know the heights of heaven and earth! With your meager methods, you dare fight this master!”
In the vase that had expanded to almost encompass all heaven and earth, the Precious Seal Dharma King finally laughed sinisterly, evil and mad qi surging in his expression, his voice sharp and sinister!
“Next lifetime, remember to learn more before coming out to act arrogantly!”
As his words spread, the final hand seal was also struck!
His fingers had become red and swollen from long combat with Jian Chou, with fresh blood flowing from between his fingers, yet he felt no pain at all.
“Rumble…”
The moment the hand seal was struck, the Pure Heaven Precious Vase already felt his urging. The scattered, snow-white jade-like phantom frantically contracted inward toward the center!
Each inch of inward contraction made the phantom more solid.
Like transforming from originally ethereal existence into a high wall that could smash people to bloody pulp with a light collision!
And Jian Chou was within its constantly contracting area!
Already unable to ascend to heaven or escape to earth, nowhere to flee, let alone currently entangled with countless spirits and skeletons, unable to break free!
A new round of attacks submerged Jian Chou.
Her moon-white robes were already stained with considerable blood, appearing in obvious disadvantage no matter how one looked. Her slender, upright figure was momentarily covered by the shadows of spirits and skeletons.
So the current Precious Vase Dharma King couldn’t see her quietly changing expression.
From oppressive struggle to contemptuous mockery…
No panic, only calm.
Even her furrowed brow smoothed out. A face confronting countless fierce existences before her seemed to bear a layer of unmoving ice and snow, yet appeared moving.
In those tide-like endless spirits, in shadows where no one could see her expression, Jian Chou’s five fingers originally gripping the Randeng Sword quietly loosened.
The Randeng Sword left her palm and disappeared.
She allowed those spirits with countless originally beautiful faces turned fierce to pounce upon her, allowed those thirteen powerful skeletons’ dark golden arms to fall upon her. She did nothing, neither resisting nor attacking, only slowly raising her arms and quietly closing them!
Palms facing each other!
Five fingers touching!
Hands pressed together!
Clearly the most common gesture in Buddhism, yet when performed by her, it inexplicably generated a solemn feeling even more dignified than Buddhist high monks!
Countless Chan meanings accompanied countless enlightened Buddha light!
A completely new, strange Sanskrit chant arose between heaven and earth, growing from small to grand, like trickling streams gathering into vast oceans and rivers, flowing magnificently!
Jian Chou lowered her eyes and brow, momentarily dissolving the endless killing intent in her gaze, actually emanating indescribable peace and compassion.
The massive totem that had appeared during her heart interrogation rotated forth!
Golden lines, solid and heavy, as if drawn by the most ancient brush, constructed eight ancient, simple patterns in the void behind her, arranged in a circle in eight directions.
Everyone atop the temple, though unable to see Jian Chou’s form clearly, could clearly see the gradually forming totem behind her!
Instant uproar!
Because those were the most familiar patterns to all Buddhist cultivators, the most familiar existences!
The four-faced Buddha “Brahma” riding a peacock, the three-eyed, four-armed Asura holding sun and moon, surpassing Mount Sumeru, the “Dragon Chief” in the form of a giant turtle capable of supporting mountains and seas, the yaksha with fierce ghost-like face holding up heads, the Garuda with wings covering the sky transformed into a golden-winged great roc, the Mahoraga with human head and snake body radiating fierce qi, the handsome Kinnara with one horn holding a glazed qin, and the Gandharva dancing with flute wrapped in colorful bands…
The Eight Guardians!
These were clearly the Heavenly Dragon Eight Guardians from Buddhist scriptures who heard Buddha’s teachings!
At this moment, they were all forged into this massive totem, showing fierce or compassionate appearances. In rotation, like stars around the moon, they surrounded the female cultivator submerged by spirits at the center.
As if she were originally part of this totem!
Only the totem rotated while she remained eternally still!
The instant this totem appeared, the Precious Vase Dharma King felt cold throughout his body, his scalp exploding. A sense of miscalculation and unprecedented crisis suddenly struck his heart!
But it was too late to stop!
The thunderously rotating totem stopped the moment his gaze reached it, with the four-faced Buddha Brahma falling precisely above Jian Chou’s head!
In this moment, all the spirits submerging her like dark tide and skeletons restraining her were cleansed by a stern yet compassionate power. Without even managing to emit wails or screams, they evaporated like water vapor!
Only dark smoke dust scattered!
Jian Chou’s figure finally reappeared in the void, in everyone’s sight. The Heavenly Dragon Eight Guardians totem hung suspended behind her, guarding her, making her with lowered eyes appear like a statue of a lowered-brow bodhisattva.
What kind of existence deserved the Heavenly Dragon Eight Guardians’ protection?
Only Buddha.
Jian Chou was absolutely not a Buddhist cultivator, and this “Eight Guardians Heavenly Dragon Dharma Body” was absolutely not something only Buddhist disciples could cultivate. In those nearly four hundred years in the Sumeru Seed, while the Heaven-Ordained Dao Child, the genius Kunwu’s Xie Buchen, might have studied various strange techniques from the “Qingfeng Hermitage Forty-Eight Records,” she had only cultivated this single technique!
Buddhism?
Esoteric sect?
She lightly raised her lowered gaze, looking across the distant void under this snowy domain’s firmament, within this constantly approaching vase, toward the indistinct Precious Vase Dharma King, smiling softly: “Jian Chou lacks talent and has dabbled in Buddhist teachings for a few years. Showing off my meager skills before an expert—I hope the Dharma King won’t begrudge his teachings!”
Won’t begrudge his teachings…
Seemingly gentle words actually contained towering killing intent!
Hearing this phrase in the Saint Hall, Liao Kong only remembered a joke his master had occasionally made: When cultivators outside Chanzong fought with people, saying things like “showing off meager skills” and “won’t begrudge teachings,” what they really meant was only the most arrogant kind—
Each and every one!
All kneel properly!
Next, I’ll beat you until your eighteen generations of ancestors can’t recognize you!