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Chapter 688 - Chapter 688 Chapter 74 When I Reach Nirvana

Chapter 688: Chapter 74 When I Reach Nirvana Chapter 688: Chapter 74 When I Reach Nirvana On the desolate land stood over a dozen bright red meatballs, piled high with miscellaneous objects. Under the corrosion of “Gospel,” some hadn’t much left, looking like almost melted strawberry ice cream snowballs, while others still retained a fairly intact shape.

Li Yan walked around these meatballs for a while, stuffing them full of his personal imprints. At this time, Muni’s golden body had all but dissolved, leaving almost only half a skeleton. It wouldn’t take long for Muni to “coexist” with the black-robed emperor’s Gospel.

Suddenly, Muni opened his eyes, startling Li Yan, but he quickly realized that Muni’s eyes lacked any luster. With a cry, a rainbow teeming with colors shot out from his mouth, scattering even the rampant black-robed emperor in its wake.

After a long while, the colorful rainbow hit the ground, engulfed by the frenzied black-robed emperor. Despite its small size, even if it was of legendary quality, it should have dissolved by now, but the object remained unchanged.

Li Yan’s interest was piqued. Using A Fleeting Glimpse to peer through the steam, he saw an item that was round and golden yellow, with horizontal and vertical bite marks on it.

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Ben Wu’s Blood Compensation: Stained with the blood from when the Sifan Master was dismembered, thus giving birth to an independent consciousness.

Remarks: Muni’s manifestation, known as the Mourners’ Biscuit, is an offering for the dead made from flour, Pueraria lobata needles, and hair. It’s placed inside the deceased’s sleeve. Wild dogs often lurk on the road to the underworld, and when encountered, a biscuit is thrown to one. The embedded Pueraria lobata needles and hair make it hard to digest, so the wild dogs stop following.

“No wonder it fears dogs and is so gluttonous.”

Without thinking, Li Yan reached out to grab the biscuit. As soon as he picked it up, a violent roar exploded in his mind. The Gu Huo Bird, Wu Zhiqi, and Yun Zhongjun from the Divine Court stirred restlessly.

Li Yan felt a sudden pain, and his grip loosened. As the biscuit fell, a fair hand in a dark blue monk’s robe reached out from nowhere and caught it. The hand moved extremely slowly at first. Li Yan hurriedly fled, and the hand did not chase after him. Instead, it grew in size with the wind and headed straight for Muni, striking him on the head with a pop.

“All phenomena are non-self, not truly non-self. What is the self? Is it the law, the truth, the eternal, the master, the immutable by nature? It is called the self! Therefore, expel the corpse insect with a sneeze, no self-form, no Ben Wu form, no Boxun form, awaken!”

A sudden, thunderous shout came from nowhere, and the heavens and earth were immediately covered with web-like cracks. The entire Feng Shui Realm collapsed, shards of the broken sky falling like pieces of glass.

After Muni’s head took a firm hit, he sneezed abruptly. A figure was heard howling as it flew from his nostrils–not Mo, who else?

Mo, who fell to the ground, rolled around like a ball. Li Yan, quick to seize the opportunity, grabbed Mo and hoisted him onto the pelican’s back, avoiding being dissolved by the black-robed emperor.

This chubby figure was bleeding from the nose and mouth, still shouting, “I’m telling you, I get the credit for this. What did you find? It wouldn’t be excessive for me to ask for twenty percent, wouldn’t it?!”

“Let’s talk about it once we escape.”

The pelican dodged the falling fragments of the Feng Shui Realm, and bit by bit, the surrounding scenery was replaced with a beach dock bathed in moonlight and sparsely twinkling stars–they were returning to the real world!

Elsewhere, a sneeze had caused Mo’s Muni to stir awake. His demeanor calm, his gaze clear, the mysterious hand was nowhere to be seen by then.

Hungry!

Muni felt the world spinning, an unprecedented weakness. The incessant Sifan, the endless Kunpeng’s Feathers, all turned out to be an illusion. Now, not only had he vomited most of the delicacies he had eaten over the past year, but he had also been fooled into losing his true form.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Li Yan and Mo on the back of the pelican, motionless; he realized that his own golden body had been completely eroded by the black-robed emperor’s Gospel, and only his head was left!

As for the main culprit, those thick, blood-colored steam still relentlessly enveloped him, eroding away at his being.

At this life-and-death moment, Muni’s face showed no anger, only chanting, “After my Nirvana, when the law wishes to perish, the world of five defilements will emerge, and the path of demons will flourish.”

Having said that, Muni’s head sprouted clumps of black lotuses that opened and closed, drawing in countless Ambota Volcano Bacteria. Below his neck, a multitude of flesh and white bones grew, meant to rebuild his golden body.

“Not good! This demon is ascending to become an immortal!”

Zhang Zhongshan was so anxious he wanted to slap himself.

When the heart tribulation began, one either ascends or perishes in the flames. With the demon awakening and chanting the Nirvana Sutra, Zhang Zhongshan naturally assumed that Muni was ascending to immortality, reaching the realm of the Five Directions Elder.

“No, that’s not right. First, there’s no immortal root; second, there’s no conch. This is not ascension.”

It was Wen Jun who remained calm: “Someone forced the demon awake. The heart tribulation fire has already started. Even if he ascends to immortality in a moment, he is still on a path to certain death.”

And sure enough, Muni suddenly coughed, and from his seven orifices erupted black flames. The flesh beneath his neck that had just grown was instantly burned and damaged, never to move again.

Muni cried out loud: “Demons don the robes of monks, bringing chaos to my path, clad in worldly garments enjoying the five-colored monastic robes, drinking wine, eating meat, killing for greed, without any compassion.”

The black lotuses atop his head swelled, and in an instant, like a whirlwind, they swallowed the black-robed emperor who had just been unrivaled.

Mo saw everything clearly and hurriedly shouted, “Dog food! Do you still recognize me?”

Muni’s eyelids moved slightly, struggling not to open his eyes.

Mo, pinching his throat, imitated Se Kong’s voice: “You rotten dog food, smelly dog food, what are you looking at? Hurry up and spit it out!”

Muni could no longer restrain himself and opened his eyes. When he saw the fat man on the back of the pelican posing and preening, an irrational anger surged within him. He was about to speak when suddenly, a black heart fire ignited his entire head. Muni screamed in pain, rolling and struggling in the flames.

Mo, quite pleased with himself, turned back only to see Li Yan looking at him with an exceptionally strange gaze.

“Me and him…”

“You don’t have to explain,” Li Yan said, repeatedly gesturing with his hands to cut Mo off.

“Hey, I’m doing this all for the Yan Zhao Club! Don’t go around talking nonsense about this,” Mo said urgently.

In his desperation, he reached for Li Yan’s hand, but Li Yan quickly pulled away: “Don’t worry, I don’t know anything, and don’t come any closer. Don’t touch me.”

By this point, the Feng Shui Realm had completely dissipated. The pelican turned into a flurry of yellow paper, revealing Ye Shiru’s human form. The three of them were still at the beach of Da’ao Village, in the midst of torrential rain and relentless gales.

As the heart fire consumed him, Muni wailed and rolled into the sea. However, the black fire was incompatible with the seawater, unaffected by it, continuing to burn Muni’s flesh and bones, sinking all the way to the seabed…

“Is it dead or alive now?”

Ye Shiru was still in shock.

Some scarlet vapor began to seep out from within the sea, and Li Yan, without sparing a glance at Mo, transformed into a small puddle of Soul-taking Water and rushed over. He enveloped the surviving traces of Ambota Volcano Bacteria, before returning to his human shape.

Li Yan’s face was pale, and he swayed, nearly losing his balance.

Ambota could almost transform anything. If left unchecked, within a day or two, the entire Hong Kong would become a red sea. Even if the fruit fell off, Judy would still have to spend the rest of her life on this land. Li Yan could not simply ignore this.

Nevertheless, Li Yan could not hold on for too long. Stabilizing this fully awakened black-robed emperor was no easy task. Though not excessive in quantity, the bacteria continued to consume his Divine Court’s awakening degree, and even his lifespan. Now, he could only hope that Mr. Zhao would quickly deal with Se Kong, inviting him to resolve this matter.