The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 738: Heaven-Breaking Calamity

Chapter 738: Chapter 738: Heaven-Breaking Calamity

Bai Ze soared through the clouds toward the place where Xuan Qing was crossing tribulation. Fifty imperial guards stood together, and together with nine dragons, they quickly attracted the attention of eight Golden Immortal monks.

"Someone’s coming!"

"Hiss—nine dragons pulling a carriage, who has such grandeur?"

"Those people and dragons are at least at the True Immortal Realm in cultivation!"

"Trouble now..."

"Don’t worry, the Tathāgata is now a prominent sovereign known throughout the world, surely the other party wouldn’t dare to hassle us."

The eight Golden Immortal monks discussed among themselves.

Xuan Qing, who was undergoing the body tempering of heavenly thunder, also sensed the arrival of Qin Jun and others. For some reason, he began to feel an inexplicable sense of dread.

A strong sense of unease shrouded his heart.

Boom—

Another colossal bolt of heavenly thunder descended, tearing his flesh apart and instantly covering his body in fresh blood.

In just a few short months, to leap through the Immortal Realm and break into the True Immortal Realm was dreamlike even for Xuan Qing, so he cherished the opportunity of tribulation body tempering. The next time he saw Qin Jun, he wanted Qin Jun to despair.

In his view, even if Qin Jun were an exceptional talent, at the moment he would have only just broken through the Immortal Realm.

Soon, Bai Ze on clouds arrived within a hundred meters from Xuan Qing.

The leading old monk asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Bai Ze did not answer him, and Xiang Yu and Hou Yi were even less interested.

Qin Jun, sitting in the carriage, had a strange expression on his face, not expecting to encounter Xuan Qing here.

"Tsk tsk, it seems I really am his bane," Qin Jun muttered, rubbing his chin, yet a plan was forming in his mind.

"Knock out everyone except for that person crossing tribulation, then erase their memories!" Qin Jun said softly.

Erasing memories was an easy task for Bai Ze and the others; a simple soul shock was all that was needed.

As soon as the words were spoken, Bai Ze transformed into a phantom shape and leaped out, panicking the eight Golden Immortal monks, because Bai Ze’s speed was so fast that not even their eyes could catch her figure.

Thump! Thump! Thump...

One by one, the monks were knocked to the ground, and in less than a second, Bai Ze stood on the ground, with all eight Golden Immortal monks lying on the ground.

Xuan Qing’s pupils shrank at this scene, the poor old monks, not even managing to identify themselves, fell down.

"What are you trying to do? We are people of the Western Sector of Buddhism; do you want to make an enemy of the Western Sector of Buddhism?" Xuan Qing shouted sternly.

The present-day Western Sector of Buddhism was no longer the insignificant place of yesteryears, well-known throughout the world, the mere mention of their name could make most people quake in fear.

Unfortunately, Bai Ze was unmoved, busy shocking the eight old monks’ souls and erasing their memories. When they awoke, they would not remember anything, not even where they came from.

The thunder roar, and, distracted, Xuan Qing was caught off guard by a bolt of lightning, which blasted him into the ground, raising dust and debris.

"Hmph, a weakling."

Bai Ze glanced at the dust-engulfed Xuan Qing, her pretty face full of disdain.

Although she did not understand why Qin Jun had stopped, Xuan Qing and the eight Golden Immortal monks hardly registered in her eyes.

The thunder struck again, scattering the dust. Xuan Qing gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet, his appearance as ghastly as if he was drenched in blood.

"Who exactly are you?"

Xuan Qing asked in anger and unwillingness, having calculated all possibilities but not expecting to encounter a group of mysterious strong individuals.

At that moment, a voice drifted over: "Hou Yi, shatter his heavenly tribulation!"

Xuan Qing’s eyes widened suddenly; he could never forget that voice in his dreams, the voice he loathed to the core.

Holy Emperor of Qin!

"Alright!"

Hou Yi, sitting above in the clouds, took out the Shooting Sun God Bow and shot an arrow toward the tribulation thundercloud. With a loud boom, it directly scattered the thundercloud.

"Pfft—"p>

Xuan Qing spurted out a stream of blood. He hadn’t yet broken through to the True Immortal Realm, but someone forcibly dispersed the heavenly tribulation. Connected to his fate, his soul suffered a severe blow, and his aura instantly withered.

Normally, even a Taiyi Realm expert couldn’t disperse the heavenly tribulation of the True Immortal Realm, but Hou Yi was a perfected being of the Daluo True Immortal Realm.

Qin Jun laughed softly: "Take him with us and let’s go!"

The number one talent of the Western Regions, now on the verge of breaking into the True Immortal Realm, it was clear Tathāgata had invested many resources and efforts into him. If he knew that Qin Jun had kidnapped him, he would probably be furious enough to spit blood.

Bai Ze came before Xuan Qing, grabbed him like a small chicken, and leaped into the clouds above.

Just like that, the number one talent of the Western Regions was silently taken away by Qin Jun.

Five hours after their departure.

The eight old monks slowly regained consciousness, considering themselves fortunate not to have been devoured by beasts.

They looked at each other with faces full of bewilderment.

"Who are you? Who am I?"

"Why am I here?"

"What have you done to me?"

"I’d like to ask you the same!"

The atmosphere among the eight monks immediately tensed up. Although their memories were gone, their instincts remained. Their cultivation was intact, and they were subconsciously alert around strangers.

...

Two days later.

In the Western Regions, Leiyin Buddha Temple.

This was a high mountain that soared straight into the clouds, atop which sat a golden temple, radiating golden light, like the dwelling place of a deity.

Inside the Leiyin Buddha Temple, it was extremely spacious. The Tathāgata sat serenely at the head seat, looking like a golden Buddha, with rows of monks arranged in circular tiers below him, spanning dozens of steps.

In front of the Tathāgata sat two figures, an old monk and a demon king wearing an iron mask.

At this moment, the demon king seemed to have converted to Buddhism, listening quietly to the Tathāgata reciting scripture.

The old monk squinted his eyes, contemplating the profound teachings of the Tathāgata.

After a while.

When the Tathāgata finished the scripture, he asked, "Why haven’t Xuan Qing and the others come back yet?"

No one responded from beneath him; they all exchanged glances.

With eight Golden Immortal Realm Arhats protecting him, Xuan Qing should have been safe.

The Tathāgata’s organizational structure and ranking in the Western Sector of Buddhism were very similar to the Western Sect of a previous world, where reaching the Golden Immortal Realm could rank as an Arhat, and ascending to the Taiyi Realm could become a Bodhisattva.

"Tathāgata, aren’t you being a bit too indulgent with your disciple?" the old monk in front of the Tathāgata hummed.

His name was E’zang, a powerful Buddhist cultivator who roamed the world. Hearing the name of the Tathāgata, he came specifically to visit. He was impressed by the Tathāgata and wanted to convert to Buddhism. However, the Tathāgata asked him to do something before accepting him; only if he successfully accomplished this task could he join the sect. The task was to go to the Great Qin Heavenly Court and capture a certain monkey demon.

The demon king with the iron mask beside him was that monkey demon.

The Tathāgata shook his head with a smile, saying, "A Buddha is without desires or needs, but to spread the teachings of Buddhism, boundless power is required. Xuan Qing has the best potential in the Western Regions. By doting on him, I dote on the people of the world. In the future, he will contribute to the salvation of all beings."

"Tathāgata is merciful!"

All the disciples shouted in unison, their faces filled with admiration.

E’zang shook his head with a smile, glancing subconsciously at the iron-masked demon king beside him, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Ever since he handed the demon king over to the Tathāgata, the demon king seemed to have changed his temperament, no longer aggressive and now profoundly calm.

"Let’s end today’s teachings here. You all may disperse," the Tathāgata spoke, and the disciples got up to leave one after another.

E’zang did the same.

Soon, only the Tathāgata and the iron-masked demon king remained in the great hall.

"Wukong, have you come to any realization?" asked the Tathāgata, with his eyes closed.