Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 85: Words appear on the Wordless Tablet

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Words appear on the Wordless Tablet

Wu Xiang Monk silently recited a Buddha’s name in his heart, took a step forward, and entered the red line. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed around him, and the scenery before his eyes was completely different.

Surrounded by rolling red fog, he turned to look; the corridors, the dead, the grand hall, and all the cultivators from West Sea Nine Dragon Island had vanished from his sight.

He silently recited the Calming Incantation and wrote the Illusion-breaking Spell in his palm. But when the light of the spell brightened, it was utterly useless, and his heart became more anxious.

Wu Xiang was naturally intelligent from birth. This journey was a mission from his master to find a person with innate understanding, to bring him back to Spirit Mountain to learn the teachings of Buddha, hence he began to walk the world.

He did not know how to break the Array, but at one glance, he could tell that this young female disciple from Purple Dragon Island, driven by impulse and anger, had no chance of passing through this deadly Killing Array.

"Using treasures to lure people into the Array, toying with their hearts, endangering their lives, it’s truly a sin."

Before entering the Array, he had no idea if he could break it.

But at this moment, he was not only extremely wise but also extremely courageous.

He knew that everything he saw and thought in this Array was an illusion, so he chose neither to look nor to think and closed his eyes, continuing to chant scriptures.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but when Wu Xiang Monk felt that all distractions had left his heart, he calmly opened his eyes.

By then, the blood-red fog around him had disappeared, but in front of him stood a clay Buddha statue, solemn and upright despite being made of clay.

In front of the Buddha statue, a couple with graying hair knelt, cooking and boiling water. Beside the fire, a baby, wrapped in a tattered green cloth like them, yellow-faced and thin, freezing and starving, was crying loudly.

"May Buddha’s compassion be boundless. In this Illusion Realm, why suffer seeing this again?"

The kneeling couple was none other than his aging parents who had him late in life, and the baby at their feet was himself, the very baby who, during a great famine, was almost thrown into a pot to be eaten, as his master once said.

Wu Xiang Monk had been worshiping Buddha for many years, and it had been a long time since he had thought of this incident. But now, this scene reappeared in the Ten Thousand Dragon Blood Array, revealing that he was still afraid.

Not afraid of being eaten.

But not wanting to be eaten by them.

Wu Xiang rotated the small string of Buddhist beads in his left hand, sighing, "Only when one is full can one be called human. When hungry, one reverts back to being a beast; such is the nature of the beast."

After speaking, he formed a fist with his right hand, raised it high, and then looked at the couple stretching their hands toward the baby with a strange gaze—it seemed resentful, and yet... Wu Xiang couldn’t bear to look any longer. He struck out with two fists like lightning, caving in their skulls, and they slumped to the side.

He picked up the ’himself’ on the ground, and the baby looked at him with that same strange gaze.

"All illusions."

Wu Xiang Monk tossed the baby into the pot, as if to say, see, this is all an illusion and cannot confound me.

The temple still stood in front of him, with gaps letting in the wind and wild grass swaying.

He looked up at the great Buddha in front of him, and the Buddha looked back at him with a compassionate expression.

Wu Xiang Monk retained some memories from his infancy, though they were very vague. He dimly remembered that the temple originally enshrined not a Buddha statue but a demon with three hands and only one eye.

When this thought crossed his mind, the Buddha statue before him began to crumble bit by bit, revealing within the dark void a small and ugly idol of a Demon God.

Similar temples were numerous during the Shang Dynasty, where people often idolized things that seemed powerful and protective, creating statues for them on the altars in their homes.

Even in Chentang Pass, Nezha had seen many households worshipping various strange objects.

Looking at the crumbling great Buddha and the standing Demon God among the fragments, Wu Xiang Monk had an epiphany: "So this is meant to corrupt my Taoist heart."

Next, the temple before his eyes vanished, a cold wind blew, and as he looked down, his footing became unsteady, nearly sending him tumbling down the abyss.

He recognized it at a glance; this narrow path only two feet wide was the only way up to Spirit Mountain.

Wu Xiang closed his eyes again, this time his facial muscles were continuously trembling; it looked like he was even more frightened than before.

...

Nezha led Deng Chanyu forward and they came upon another grand hall, a hundred times larger than the previous one, resembling the cave-dwellings of Shi Ji that hollowed out the belly of a mountain, as if intending to form a world of its own.

The space inside this colossal hall was even larger, with cast iron ceilings that were finally not entirely made of iron, as huge logs were placed in all directions, wrapped in cloth soaked in mermaid oil and set ablaze, lighting up the entire grand hall with a bright flame while adding a sweltering heat.

"Using such enormous trunks of Purple Cloud Divine Wood as torches, unworthy of a Demon Lord indeed. Truly extravagant."

Nezha’s eyes sparkled as he looked down again, noticing that the floor in the center of the grand hall was inscribed with dense runes, complex and intricate. The shadows cast by the torchlight seemed to interplay with the runes on the floor, forming a colossal Array.

Nezha was not versed in setting arrays, but even the widely experienced Wu Xiang Monk, who was lucky enough to escape the Ten Thousand Dragon Blood Array behind them, couldn’t recognize this array. He could only judge the strength of the array by the complexity of the runes and the preciousness of the materials used to construct it.

Yet for such a powerful Killing Array, there were three exceptionally deep sword marks on the Array Pattern, severing the meanings between the spaces of the runes.

At the center of this immense Array spanning kilometers, sat a person with their head bowed, their face unclear, revealing a head full of silver hair, wearing a robe as splendid as starry brocade. Although it had been stained with dust, it was still recognizable as a once valuable treasure.

"Such a strong scent of death, like a corpse."

"I only see a little black dot," Deng Chanyu squinted her eyes in an attempt to see ahead, but could discern nothing.

"Then let’s get closer and take a look."

Nezha let Deng Chanyu follow him forward, but he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Not because of anything else, but looking at those sword marks on the ground, after a thousand years, the residual Sword Intent laden with a killing aura still lingered, causing people to shudder, giving rise to a thought:

The person who wielded that sword should not be the Supreme Demon Lord.

The two walked on for a while until the seated person was only a few hundred steps away, with Nezha now able to see some details on that person.

The robe was full of bloodstains with several large tears that almost pierced through the body.

In front of the two stood an iron stele, three feet and five inches tall.

"It’s a wordless tablet!"

This iron stele stood upon the mirror-smooth floor of the grand hall, exceptionally conspicuous.

Deng Chanyu had been tense the whole time, and, recognizing this wordless tablet and thinking about the identity of the person sitting ahead, she was startled.

But then she looked at the similarly aged Nezha, who was also just a child, and yet he remained composed and unperturbed, causing her to feel somewhat ashamed and at the same time, a warmth in her heart and a greater sense of security.

Nezha’s attention was all on the person sitting cross-legged; hearing Deng Chanyu’s remark, his curiosity piqued, he asked, "What is a wordless tablet?"

Deng Chanyu felt an uncontrollable shiver in her heart, mentioning it as if all the stories she had heard in her youth had become reality.

She said, "Demon Venerable, the Immortal Lord was cruel and tyrannical, he spared not even his own kin when taking lives. Therefore, the myriad tribes of the Demon Race feared him like a tiger. Yet the Demon Lord once said that no one in the world understands me. Thus, after failing to reach the Saint Realm, he declared to his descendants that no one in the world was qualified to judge him, and that when he died, only a wordless tablet should stand before his grave."

"But there are clearly words on this tablet."

At that moment, the two leaned forward to look at the tablet, where the words weren’t some incomprehensible Divine Text of the Demon Race, but were the proper script of the Human Clan.

A row of wild cursive, carved with a sword’s edge onto the steel.

Seeing the words inscribed on the tablet, both of them were even more astonished.

"Jie Sect’s Yun Xiao, under the Sect Hierarch’s command, executes the Demon Lord here!"

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