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Chapter 234 - 231 Dingchan Temple: I Have a Word to Protect the Buddhist Paradise for Generations

Chapter 234: Chapter 231 Dingchan Temple: I Have a Word to Protect the Buddhist Paradise for Generations

"Indeed, a bit weak," Qing Tian’s mouth curved up, his smile tinged with mockery.

"Since you’ve extended the invitation, I accept,"

Liang Hui nodded his head.

Afterwards, the two chatted for a while before parting ways.

Liang Hui walked slowly through the Divine Court, looking at the majestic palaces around him with an indifferent expression, displaying little emotion.

The next moment, his figure had vanished on the spot.

...

At the border between Leizhou and Shazhou.

Sparse vegetation intertwined with the desert at this location.

Suddenly, a slender crack appeared in mid-air.

And the moment the crack appeared, the sands within a hundred meters were already marked with lines.

Then after that, a tall figure stepped out from the crack.

It was a handsome man clad in a blue robe, carrying a long spear, with a Taoist Sword at his waist.

The moment he appeared, all living beings within a hundred miles stopped in their tracks, staring in terror towards the direction of the man.

They felt an immense oppression, as if mountains and great peaks were weighing on their bodies, threatening to crush them at any moment.

Whoosh~

A howling wind laden with sand and gravel swept past.

Liang Hui extended his hand, and in an instant, the howling wind came to an abrupt halt.

He looked up at the blazing sun above.

Then he turned into a sword light, heading in the direction where the Demon Spirit Sect had once been.

He wouldn’t be content heading to the Western Desert without personally seeing whether the Demon Spirit Sect still existed.

After all, every second the Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect lived, he felt cheated.

With his speed, it took only three days to cross the great desert and come to an oasis.

This oasis was not large, merely spanning ten or so miles.

Liang Hui halted at the edge of the oasis, feeling no sign of life within, nor did he sense the secret realm Su Yao had spoken of.

’Have they really left?’

Liang Hui sighed silently in his heart and stepped into the oasis.

He began to search every inch of the area.

Time slipped by, and soon the oasis was thoroughly searched from inside out.

Suddenly, Liang Hui’s step halted, and a violent aura burst forth from his body.

Cracks appeared, and bolts of lightning that pierced the Vault of Heaven flashed across the sky.

A pair of fists shot forward with overwhelming speed.

In an instant, the oasis exploded, space shattered into nothingness, and a hundred miles around plunged into a pitch-black void.

Liang Hui retracted his fists, looking at two faint silhouettes that had appeared not far away.

A smile spread across his face as he chuckled lightly.

"Great, neither of you died in the infighting; you’re both still intact,"

His joyful laughter filled the heavens and the earth, rippling through the void.

And the two spectral figures standing not far off.

One was clad in a red robe with golden patterns embroidered on the hem, her face a blend of seductive and domineering.

She quietly watched Liang Hui, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

The other, dressed in burlap clothes, was a small, elderly woman with a face that was aged and kind.

At that moment, both figures halted the words that had reached their lips.

When the laughter faded, the elderly woman slowly spoke, "It seems Your Majesty has a deep misunderstanding of us!"

Boom!

With a gesture of his hand, and to the woman’s astonishment, her figure was swiftly extinguished.

Liang Hui withdrew his hand, a trace of gray energy flashing and disappearing at his fingertips.

He regarded with interest the remaining Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect.

"One word."

"Your Majesty..."

Boom!

His leg lifted suddenly, lashing out with a piercing shriek in the void.

In an instant, the phantom image of the Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect, along with her unfinished words, shattered into pieces.

"Fools, I really want to slaughter you all right now,"

"But now, I should be able to collect some interest,"

Liang Hui murmured lowly.

His curse and sacrificial methods were definitely top-notch in this world.

A fist-sized altar flew out from his chest and stood before him, then quickly expanded and grew into a hundred-meter altar.

His palm sent a wisp of gray afterglow into the altar, the aura he had just collected.

At the same time, the Flowing Light Bell emerged from his hair and hovered beside Liang Hui.

The mana within the youth’s body began to circulate.

Black fog rose, shielding his body and features, filled with demonic essence.

His palms formed an ancient Seal Gesture, like a great demon praying.

Boom!

The black fog suddenly ballooned, filling the void in an instant.

"Sacrifice to Heaven, sacrifice to Earth, sacrifice to the horde of demons!"

Vague scenes began to emerge on the altar: spears piercing the world, a bright moon grinding heroes to dust, and fist edges crushing demon leaders...

Past battle scenes reenacted themselves on the altar.

At this moment, the Flowing Light Bell also gently swayed, emitting the sounds of slaughter.

Following the aura, they jointly struck towards an unknown place.

For a long time, a long time.

The curse kill unfolding in the void finally drew to a close.

All returned to the tranquility of days past.

Only a golden bone tiger, pulling a chariot, traveled toward the west.

Liang Hui, with one hand on the railing and a pleased smile on his lips, looked at the Great Yue desert sliding by.

Without lingering in Shazhou, he sped towards the Western Desert.

As the chariot went westward, the journey grew increasingly desolate, the already scarce signs of life disappearing completely.

It was only when he drove his chariot across a river that stretched for ten thousand miles that he found traces of living beings again.

Gradually, one temple after another appeared in view, with faithful kneeling in worship and monks advocating goodness.

Throughout his journey, he didn’t conceal his tracks, nobody stopped him, nor did anyone come to meet him.

"The heart of ten thousand temples in the Western Desert, the Buddhist Sect’s land of joy, Sutuo Mountain’s Dingchan Temple, lives up to its reputation."

Liang Hui stood on the chariot radiating an aura that could shatter everything, his expression calm as he looked at the tall and magnificent mountains before him.

The mountain was so vast it stretched across thousands of miles of desert, and as far as the eye could see, Buddha Light enveloped everything and the sound of Buddhist chanting wafted in the air.

Even with Liang Hui’s temperament, he couldn’t conceal his inner astonishment.

Huh~

A breath of turbid air was exhaled.

"Divine Court, Divine Emperor comes to pay respects to the mountain!"

A loud shout caused the mountain to tremble, countless Buddha Lights exploded, like fireworks ascending.

And within the mountain, the transmission of Buddha’s sound also became chaotic.

Roar!

Hoo Bai howled long.

Pulling the chariot, it rumbled towards Sutuo Mountain.

The immortal spear, held in Liang Hui’s grasp, was eyeing the path ahead with an icy gaze.

Today, it might be inevitable for the Buddhist land to be stained with blood, and for all monks to be extinguished.

Or rather, unless something unexpected happened, this was bound to be Sutuo Mountain’s inevitable end.

"Divine Emperor Your Majesty, please refrain from taking action, the Seventh Ancestor sends a message asking for your presence,"

An old monk dressed in grey robes suddenly appeared in front of Sutuo Mountain, his hands together, his expression sincere.

"I’ll go see him," Liang Hui said with a smirk. Couldn’t they see the situation clearly by now?

The old monk seemed to understand what Liang Hui was thinking, his aged face becoming even more earnest.

"It is not that the Seventh Ancestor is unwilling to come to pay his respects to Your Majesty, but that he cannot, nor dares to,"

"Your Majesty, the Seventh Ancestor once said that what he has to discuss is of utmost importance, it might be %**%".

At that moment, the old monk’s face was filled with shock, some words he simply couldn’t bring himself to say.

He remembered the past conversations with the Seventh Ancestor and immediately severed his own memories regarding the speculations.

Then, he spoke again, "The Seventh Ancestor once said this matter could ensure the perennial stability of Sutuo Mountain."

"Perennial stability?" Liang Hui muttered softly, looking at the old monk.

The move just now, he had seen it very clearly.