Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 788: 807: Each Harboring Their Own Schemes

Chapter 788: Chapter 807: Each Harboring Their Own Schemes

“Self-rescue, Ye Xuan had no other choice but to save himself, as he could not think of any way to escape from the control of the Western Two Saints.

Not to mention that he was now severely injured and his cultivation had plummeted, even at his peak, he was nothing but an ant in front of the Western Two Saints, totally incapable of resisting.

Since he could not think of a solution, Ye Xuan stopped thinking about it; his only option now was to heal his injuries quickly and restore himself to his peak condition—it was the only thing he could do at the moment.

The sea of suffering roared with turbulent waves, and the bamboo raft moved downstream. After three days, this boundless sea of suffering finally changed.

A mountain range that pierced the heavens and the earth appeared at the end of the sea of suffering. Between the mountains, there rose and fell, and golden Buddha Light shimmered among them spanning thousands of miles in size.

In the center of these mountains was a sky-piercing giant peak, its heavy mass engraved with vast Buddhist scriptures, and the sound of Buddhist chanting echoed from the heavens, giving an immense, reverential feeling.

“Come!”

Zhunti flicked his sleeve, and the bamboo raft beneath them transformed into a golden Dharma Decree, carrying the three of them towards the sky-piercing giant peak and disappearing into the sea of suffering.

Yuan Mountain!

A golden stele stood atop the sky-piercing peak, inscribed with two gleaming Buddhist characters, marking this site as the sacred site of the Western Two Saints.

In the beginning, there was one, from which thousands of Buddhas were born; Chaos first opened, dividing yin and yang—that was the origin of this mountain’s name.

At the summit of Yuan Mountain, Buddha Light shone everywhere, and a Bodhi tree rooted atop it, surrounded by a foggy Spirit Pond shimmering with golden light and filled with the essence of the Buddhist Sect, every breath imbuing one with a feeling of ascension to immortality.

“Ye, my friend, this is the sacred site of my fellow disciple and me. This tree is the root of all Laws, the site of our enlightenment. Behind us, the Spirit Pond, called the Thousand Buddhas Spirit Pond, not only can heal your injuries but also further advance your cultivation,” Zhunti said as he held the Seven Treasures Magical Tree and introduced it to Ye Xuan with a smile.

“Refine your body and nurture your spirit, erase the murderous aura within you. As long as you wholeheartedly embrace goodness, we brothers will surely let you go without any hindrance,” Jieyin kindly spoke.

After saying so, the two did not wait for Ye Xuan’s response; they began meditating under the Bodhi tree, and as Buddha Light flashed before them, a black chessboard appeared, and they started playing chess without paying any further attention to Ye Xuan.

This scene left Ye Xuan stunned. He had thought that upon reaching the sacred site of the Western Two Saints, they would reveal their intentions. However, what Ye Xuan saw now filled him with doubts and suspicions.

No, something was definitely not right; there must be something he was unaware of.

Ye Xuan instantly became vigilant, watching the Western Two Saints intently. He could not believe that they had no purpose for him, nor could he believe their kindness was genuine, simply wishing to guide him towards goodness.

Ye Xuan vividly remembered, the Western Two Saints had even offended Nuwa and Yuanshi Tianzun to take him away—an act that involved the karma between Saints and had cost them greatly.

If they had paid such a high price just to erase his murderous aura, Ye Xuan would never believe such an absurd thing.

What exactly were the Western Two Saints planning?”

Ye Xuan continuously questioned himself inwardly, but he could not find the answer he sought, which darkened his eyes. However, he could not speak to probe the two people.

The Spirit Pond of the Buddha?

Ye Xuan glanced at the pond water behind the Bodhi Tree and could fully feel that the Spirit Pond of the Buddha was filled with an immense amount of Spiritual Energy, which was indeed like timely help for his current injuries.

Never mind, first heal my injuries, I want to see what the Western Two Saints are really up to.

Thinking this, Ye Xuan strode towards the Spirit Pond of the Buddha until the sound of splashing water arose, and he sat down in the middle of the Spirit Pond of the Buddha, beginning to frantically heal his own injuries.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Spirit Pond of the Buddha was truly miraculous, the Spiritual Energy was so thick it was terrifying, crazily rushing into Ye Xuan’s body, healing his severe injuries at an extremely fast pace.

As the saying goes, those who go barefoot have nothing to fear from those who wear shoes. Ye Xuan had already reached this point; he truly did not care if the Spirit Pond of the Buddha was dangerous because if the Western Two Saints wanted to kill him, they wouldn’t bother with such complexity; they could simply slay him on the spot.

Devouring, frantically devouring the Spiritual Energy from the Spirit Pond of the Buddha, Ye Xuan’s Daluo Immortal Body was glowing, and his thoroughly cracked body was gradually healing. Even the Undying True Spirit in his Sea of Consciousness was spinning rapidly, everything was developing in a positive direction.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

The Spirit Pond of the Buddha was indeed miraculous, and rightfully belonged to the Western Two Saints. No matter how Ye Xuan absorbed the Spiritual Energy within it, the Spiritual Energy of the Spirit Pond of the Buddha seemed inexhaustible.

Refreshing, extremely refreshing. Ye Xuan was greedily devouring the power of the Spirit Pond of the Buddha, his injuries healing at an extremely fast rate.

Day after day, year after year, time passed quickly; Ye Xuan had stayed in the Spirit Pond of the Buddha for a full three thousand years, finally at three thousand one hundred years, all his injuries were completely healed.

Three thousand years, a number unimaginable to mortals, but to Ye Xuan, it was but a moment in time—it had taken just over three thousand years for his injuries to heal, showing how severe the damage he had suffered initially was.

Blessings are hidden in misfortunes, and blessings lie within disasters. If the Western Two Saints had not brought him to this place, even if Ye Xuan had managed to escape to the Lower Realm from Nuwa and Primordial’s hands, the time it would have taken to heal his wounds would be unimaginable, likely taking tens of thousands of years at the least.

All or nothing, although his injuries were healed and Ye Xuan had finally returned to his prime, the Spirit Pond of the Buddha was truly magical, filled with endless Spiritual Energy. Naturally, Ye Xuan would not pass up this excellent opportunity; he was determined to make the best use of the Spirit Pond of the Buddha to enhance his Cultivation.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Wave after wave of golden Spiritual Energy was frantically absorbed by Ye Xuan, he was continuously refining this Spiritual Energy to utilize for himself, Ye Xuan could feel his Cultivation slowly increasing. Although this growth was extremely subtle, it certainly had a significant effect, which greatly exhilarated Ye Xuan.

However, Ye Xuan did not see the mysterious smiles curling on the lips of the Western Two Saints under the Bodhi Tree, as if everything was under their control.

The mind of a Saint is unfathomable, the will of a Saint cannot be contradicted. Here in Yuan Mountain, the Taoist site of the Western Two Saints, nothing is ever so simple.

Although Ye Xuan did not see the mysterious smile on the faces of the Western Two Saints, he kept his guard up against them. Ye Xuan knew that the Western Two Saints wouldn’t be so simple, and the day they showed their true colors would eventually come, all he could do was wait.

Yes, just wait!

Unchanging in response to changing circumstances, this was Ye Xuan’s only option.