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Chapter 519 - 461 Core Boss?_2

Chapter 519: Chapter 461 Core Boss?_2

Looking through the door and windows, one could clearly see perfectly intact or collapsed bookshelves.

Books, be they intact or fragmented, were visible, their dense Dao charm permeating the air, denoting them as cultivation manuals related to cultivation.

The reason why this place hadn’t been scavenged by anyone and remained intact was because in each layer of the Buddha Tower, there were at least two red-gold skeletons meditating.

Between the open and closed jaws of the skeletons, golden Buddhist Sanskrit lyrics flew out, merging into the protective shield around the Buddha Tower.

At this moment, a faint golden light shield covered the entire Buddha tower and a small square surrounding the tower.

On the light shield, Sanskrit words appeared and disappeared, subtle chanting sounds of monks emanating from them.

A soft serenity permeated the surroundings, immersing anyone who entered this Stone Forest Square into tranquility.

On the small square under the tower, there was also a Buddha bone skeleton, with a body of red-gold and slight red spots, wearing a tattered monk’s robe, mechanically sweeping the ground with an ordinary-looking broom.

It seemed as though it had been sweeping there from ancient times till now, day after day.

Inside the golden light shield, the small square in front of the Buddha tower had been swept spotlessly clean, with spiritual light flowing subtly and Dao charms pervading the atmosphere.

Anyone who glanced at it would know that this monk wasn’t simple.

Observing this figure, Wang Zijia felt a slight chill in his heart, or rather, his heart was filled with unstoppable surprise since he arrived at this place.

Although the place had been deserted for a long time, it hadn’t changed much. Wang Zijia recognized immediately that this was where Master Faxin spent his last days.

The last freeze-frame of the holographic image showed the old monk sweeping the tower day by day amidst the stone pillar pagoda forest, inscribing in unknown classics:

’Temporarily due to karma, a hundred years later, each follows the six paths, unconnected to each other.’

’The sun and the moon always gaze at each other, always revolving around the heart. Seeing you sit and walk, it’s like burning in flames.’

Such were the strict rules and worldly sentences.

So... Was this place the core of the Ghostly Domain?

Was the sweeping skeleton Faxin?

The one that once awakened him and fought with him for half a day, the young monk?

Watching the red-gold skeleton and its sweeping movements, the red spots on it much like red copper, Wang Zijia’s eyes moved slightly.

At the moment when Wang Zijia was lost in his thoughts, the God Monarchs, led by a few major cultivators who crossed tribulation, finally arrived at this place and silently observed the Buddha Tower for a moment.

"If nothing unexpected happens, this Buddha Tower should be the core of the Ghostly Domain." Li Zhengfang looked at the Buddha Tower in front of him and said to the big shots beside him:

"I don’t know if this place is originally defensive or because of the effects of the mysterious domain’s dissipation. Either way, this place is now left with only a defensive shield, any attack will not be counterattacked. You can try whether you can break it."

After hearing his words, the four big shots moved. Wenren Shouqing, particularly straightforward, raised his hand without saying a word. As his mana gathered, he blasted a huge spiritual power handprint at the tower.

"Thump!"

A not very obvious crisp sound echoed, the handprint shattered, and the golden light shield didn’t make a ripple.

"Immortal level?" Du Yudao exclaimed in surprise.

"No, this defensive strength, even an Earth Immortal would have to put in some effort! Even if we join forces, it might take us three to five days to overcome it." Wenren Shouqing said with a serious expression.

"Does it mean that there are over a dozen Tribulation Crossing Cultivators guarding this tower? More than ten Tribulation Crossing Buddha bones?" Du Yudao asked, surprised.

"More than that, this one sweeping the tower is most likely a Great Buddha who once had hope of achieving the bodhisattva status and ascending to an Earth Immortal realm from the Three Realms Temple!"

"So, does it mean that if one were to enter this mysterious domain normally, they would have to face such a Great Demon Bone?"

Upon hearing this, some looked at the sweeping Buddha’s bones with greedy eyes; while others subconsciously turned their gazes towards the five people who had been thrown out earlier.

"Reporting to Patriarch, when we disciples entered before, we did not encounter any fighting Buddha bones. We don’t know if it’s because the integration is imminent, or if the rules have always been like this, but all the Buddha bones were guarding their own territories, neither leaving half a step nor allowing anyone in."

Different expressions appeared on the faces of the people as they heard this.

"Whatever the case, we just have to wait like this; at this rate of dissipation, in at most two days, we can join forces to break it."

"······"

A few ’big shots’ inspected for a moment, realizing they couldn’t break it in a short time.

After speaking a few sentences, they moved on to the next Buddha Tower.

Seeing this, the crowd dutifully followed.

They encountered three Buddha Towers one after another; all were protected by a barrier of Sanskrit made from golden light.

One of them was the one Wang Shijia had come across before; its surroundings clearly marked with many attack traces. Obviously, the head teachers had not spared any effort before.

In the end, they could not break these turtle shells.

In Wang Zijia’s mind, the previous battlefield reappeared, densely packed bald heads meditating amidst a sea of skeletal bones, stubbornly setting up a light shield fortress.

Obviously, this was the signature method of the Three Realms Temple. It was not easy to break.

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After visiting the three Buddha Towers one after the other, Wang Zijia thought they would go to the weakest Buddha Tower to wait.

But the big shots, leading a large group of disciples, came to the first, the most robust Buddha Tower, and waited.

The six Tribulation Crossing Cultivators casually chatted about their daily lives, while a group of God Monarchs meditated and waited in stillness.

About half a day later, everyone noticed that the Buddha bones and skeletons in the various buildings outside had almost completely dissipated. Even those that still existed did not have much strength left. Those remaining were so weak, they could be extinguished with a flick of a finger.

Immediately, they were sent out to pick up the trash!

While the Mysterious Domain wasn’t much, under non-combat situations, when the God Monarch ’big shots’ went full force to pick up the trash, the efficiency was truly incomparable.

The crowd’s methods were varied; some had giant bags floating in the air, collecting a large area’s worth of stuff in one fell swoop.

Some had gourds on top, constantly picking up trash.

Wang Zijia also became one of them, although his actions were the smallest.

Around him, ghost fog was dense, and various spiritual objects, good or bad, flew towards him quickly, dense like a sheet.

In a moment, he had collected everything within a dozen miles radius, then moved to the next area.

During this process, everyone was very honest; no one dared to keep anything to themselves.

Although the divine thoughts of the six Tribulation Crossing ’big shots’ could not cover millions of kilometres, at such a close distance, watching the actions of over a hundred God Monarchs was almost like they were right in front of their eyes.

In just over half a day, everyone had gathered together a messy collection of spiritual objects.

After gathering, the ’big shots’ personally took action and separated the secret books, the intact ones, and the slightly usable treasures, and other useful items.

The rest of the messy stuff was not thrown away but divided into three parts and kept by everyone.

After millions of years of a great ancient sect’s existence, anything that still retained spirituality could be a good treasure. If overlooked hastily during this hurried collection, they might miss something valuable.

Therefore, everyone took it back and let their disciples, who are proficient at pupil surgery and treasure appraisal, go through it again. As for who gets more from this, it all depends on luck.

After handling these, under the supervision of several big shots, everyone divided the ancient treasures, secret books and other items maintaining their spiritual integrity into three parts.

This process was not quick, after all, some objects, that almost had no spirituality left and were hardly better than a magic weapon, could be a Fifth-grade Magic Treasure.

Although the spirituality severely dissipated and the transcendent power was almost nil, as long as it was intact, it could possibly be nurtured back to life.

So, the several Tribulation Crossing Cultivators disregarded any semblance of dignity and in front of their disciples haggled over each item, causing a great fuss.

Wang Zijia, both working and enjoying the show, found it amusing. The usually aloof and detached Tribulation Crossing ’big shots’ were acting like aunties haggling in a vegetable market- a sight not often seen.

Just like this, two days hurriedly passed.

When the dust eventually settled, the golden light barrier in front of the Buddha Tower had already dimmed. The Sanskrit words that sometimes flickered on it were almost invisible.