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The scene was a chaotic nightmare, drenched in blood. The ground was littered with dismembered limbs, a sight that sent shivers down the spine. The wealthy elites and political figures who had desperately clung to life now lay lifeless, sprawled in pools of their own blood. Their eyes were wide open, disbelief etched across their faces as they realized they had been killed. Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.
Pachakbocha's eyes turned red at the sight; these were the followers that Dun Zong had painstakingly nurtured. Each one had been carefully selected, holding a position of great importance. Now, they lay dead on his territory, slain by none other than Dun Zong's own people. Dun Zong's reputation would undoubtedly plummet.
"You seek death!" Pachakbocha glared fiercely at Jia Lishi, flipping his wrist to reveal a black-and-gold Vajra in his palm. He drove the Vajra deep into the flesh at his thigh, and the fierce visage of the Buddha carved into its handle glowed crimson from its tiny eyes.
How interesting! The mastermind Zuo Ci could see through Jia Lishi’s eyes that this Dun Zong Lama was performing a forbidden technique. The deities of Dun Zong were notoriously sinister, often requiring flesh and blood for offerings. The god he was visualizing must be Mahakala—a formidable presence within Dun Zong, said to be an incarnation of Shiva from Hinduism. His exclusive weapon was the Vajra made from skulls, capable of shattering all worldly laws.
With a swift motion, Pachakbocha pulled out the bloodied Vajra and swung it toward Jia Lishi's head. Jia Lishi extended his palm and gripped Pachakbocha's wrist tightly. In pain, Pachakbocha loosened his hold on the Vajra, but Jia Lishi was quick to catch it with his other hand and plunged it fiercely into Pachakbocha's chest.
It was a refined puppet, and with the old man's Dao Realm cultivation, he seemed as fragile as paper before the Vajra, offering no resistance whatsoever. There was no blood; were you a Zombie?
Looking at the spot pierced by the Vajra, Pachakbocha was surprised to find no blood flowing out. Instead, the flesh around the wound curled back, revealing a grayish-white hue.
In the shadows, Zuo Ci's hand seals shifted. Jia Lishi's pupil emitted an eerie glow. So close was Pachakbocha that he had no time to evade; he was drawn into the Sexual Desire Heaven.
Within the pink-hued world, Pachakbocha's breathing grew heavy. This was the Sexual Desire Heaven—a place where desires could be magnified infinitely! Not everyone was like Zuo Ci, whose heart held only the path of cultivation and nothing else. Pachakbocha's inner desires were far too numerous.
He could hear soft, seductive whispers drifting from the pink mist. Enchanting beauties draped in wisps of pink cloud approached him, their gossamer-thin crimson lips whispering sweet nothings in his ear, as if they wished to discuss biology with this Lama.
A flush crept across Pachakbocha's face, and his gaze lost its clarity. The figures whispering in his ear revealed their true forms. The Azure Black demon grinned, exposing its bone-white fangs, which gently pierced Pachakbocha's neck, beginning to drain his life essence.
In his mind, he found himself engaged in a conversation about human biology with a group of alluring beauties. The endless pleasure consumed him so completely that he barely registered the warning from the Vajra in his hand.
Just as his complexion began to wither and he was on the verge of being drained by the Yumo, the Vajra erupted with a resonant hum.
Ah!
The Yumo fled in terror as an ominous Three-Eyed Demon Shadow emerged from the depths of darkness, crowned with a skull and wielding a blood-soaked Vajra. With a gentle sweep of its hand, it shattered both the Yumo and the entire realm of Sexual Desire Heaven into pieces.
The Dao Domain was shattered once again.
This left Zuo Ci somewhat speechless. Was this guy's Dao Domain made of paper? How could it be so fragile?
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