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On the snowy mountain, Dongfang Yuqing looked on in horror as the Black-Robed Scholar transformed from a living person into a pile of bones, buried beneath the snow.
The cultivator's Divine Ability was unlike any Cultivation Method or Daoist Arts. This Divine Ability was insidious; even though the Black-Robed Scholar was a Supreme being of his time, he had momentarily let his guard down, and the forbidden power of time aged him in an instant, turning him into a heap of withered bones a century later.
When cultivators reach the Dao Fruit Realm, only a small fraction will develop a Divine Ability, condensing their fruit. Unless one possesses perfect aptitude, even if they do develop a Divine Ability, it typically manifests as mere physical enhancements, which are not particularly noteworthy. However, cultivators with perfect aptitude will give rise to a powerful Divine Ability that can shake the world. Aside from myself and Song Qianqiu, no one else possesses perfect aptitude.
Song Qianqiu's Perfect Golden Core originated from me and was later nurtured by Yang Long. Yang Long's Golden Core was then cultivated by the Bastard Son of the Yinshan Yang Family's top ten talents. Thus, I have always been concerned about what kind of Divine Ability Xin Song Qianqiu would ultimately manifest.
Moreover, now that Song Qianqiu has mastered both the Demon King's Scripture and the Great Wilderness Scripture—two unorthodox Cultivation Methods—the resulting Divine Ability is bound to be influenced significantly; even now, it is already formidable.
In my arms, Yunxi's complexion was rosy as her wounds healed rapidly. She slowly opened her eyes, and the fluctuations of her Dao Qi grew stronger. My Dao Fruit had allowed Yunxi to step into the Mahayana Realm. She asked, "What about your injuries?"
"I'm fine," I replied.
The golden figure in my Qi Sea appeared on the verge of shattering, yet it stubbornly held on, enabling me to enter the Mahayana Realm.
Upon entering the Mahayana Realm, my state of mind became unexpectedly calm. It was an indescribable sense of control; everything around me seemed to naturally manifest in my mind.
After stepping into the Mahayana Realm, my Injury of the Dao seemed to worsen. I controlled the Dao Qi within my Qi Sea to continuously gather around the golden figure, attempting to mend the Injury of the Dao. Though it was futile, it provided some degree of relief.
Yunxi gazed at the falling Lightfeather, puzzled about what had transpired. I explained, "It was the Black-Robed Scholar; he just fell victim to my Divine Ability. The passage of time has withered him away into bones."
"Your Dao Fruit can actually facilitate Revival?" Dongfang Yuqing remarked.
I helped Yunxi to her feet and said, "It must be related to my long-term use of Holy Medicine. Even before I attained Entrance to the Dao, I had received the Medicine King's Human Pill and Millennium Ointment. Afterward, I consumed large quantities of Holy Medicine, which greatly influenced my Dao Fruit. By the way, Dongfang Yuqing, how did you end up here?"
Dongfang Yuqing replied, "Spirit Mist Mountain is not far from here. My grandfather sensed that a Tribulation Realm expert was flying this way, so I came to investigate. I didn't expect it to be you all. What happened with this Old Scholar? Didn't my grandfather say he had died?"
I explained, "It's a Taoist divine technique called One Qi Transforming into Three Purities recorded in the Yang Family Book. Once activated, it can create two identical copies of the original body that do not disappear and possess equal power. The Old Scholar has studied for many years and nearly wiped us out with this technique. The Black-Robed Scholar we just encountered was an evil entity; another White-Robed Old Scholar has already perished—his physical body is under Song Qianqiu's control. The Old Scholar's true self should be hiding; he possesses the Great Zhou Compass and is incomparable to these two copies. If you encounter him, be extra cautious."
Dongfang Yuqing nodded and turned to Yunxi. "Yunxi, are you alright? Just now your life essence seemed nearly depleted; I thought..."
Yunxi replied, "I'm fine now; I'm just still a bit weak."
Dongfang Yuqing said, "There is a place called the Ice and Fire Spirit Spring where my grandfather lives. It is extremely beneficial for those who cultivate ice and fire attributes. I practice the Five Elements Sword Technique, and I have also gained a lot from the Ice and Fire Spirit Spring. Why don't you go there for some recuperation? My grandfather is eager to meet you."
Yunxi glanced at me, and I nodded, saying, "Then let's pay a visit to the Eastern Senior."
A few days ago, in a desolate area on the western frontier, a massive circular altar descended from the sky, crashing down onto the wilderness.
The monks of Leiyin Temple wore grim expressions, still haunted by the recent siege they had endured due to illness.
The Ghost King led countless Yin Soldiers to attack Leiyin Temple. The Sky Master sacrificed his life to save everyone, standing alongside the Three Divine Monks to resist the Yin Soldier Army.
Haideng looked weary as he fled Leiyin Temple with his disciples. From high above, he saw that Dunhuang Crescent Spring was surrounded by countless Yin Soldiers—tens of thousands, an astonishing number. Even using forbidden techniques would be insufficient to eliminate them all. These Yin Soldiers were impervious to blades and ordinary Buddhist teachings could hardly harm them. Every kill would deplete their strength, and facing the overwhelming tide of Yin Soldiers, Haideng doubted that the Three Great Monks and Haikong could survive.
The site where the Ten Thousand Buddha Grotto fell was now the resting place of Leiyin Temple. Haideng did not understand why Ten Thousand Buddha Grotto had flown to this desolate place, but as soon as he landed, an ominous feeling washed over him, as if something was watching him.
He left behind the eternal lamp he had worn for many years with the Three Great Monks. As a beginner in the Mahayana Realm, if he felt uneasy, it surely meant that something extremely terrifying was fixating on him.
In the wild west region inhabited by the Serpent Cult and some minority tribes, this area was sparsely populated, allowing creatures adapted to cold and arid conditions to thrive. People often spotted enormous wolves and pythons, and sometimes even eagles as large as mountains.
Haideng looked at the disciples of Leiyin Temple and urged everyone to be quiet. He sent several disciples in different directions to scout around in order to determine how far they were from the Central Plains.
An hour later, all scouting disciples returned. After exchanging information, Haideng learned that they were currently west of the Serpent Cult's territory. This area used to be known as the Western Wilderness, where a powerful wolf tribe once lived, surviving on raw meat and blood. However, due to environmental degradation, they collectively left in search of a new homeland. During the Dark Turmoil Period, the wolf tribe played a crucial role in the Daoist Sect war but ultimately faced extinction.
Haideng frowned and said, "Ten Thousand Buddha Grotto actually brought us here; it is said that this was where Bodhidharma last disappeared."
Haideng continued, "You all rest here for a while. Elders, please take care of the disciples. I will head to the Divine Serpent Cult Headquarters to see if we can avoid any encounters with the Serpent Cult and make our way back to the Central Plains."
Several hours later, Haideng appeared above the ruins of the Serpent Cult. He saw its devastated state after being bombarded and noticed the molten pool at its center.
"This is strange; this remote western region... How could the Serpent Cult have been destroyed? Moreover, they had a guardian beast known as Panlong Remnant that seems to be missing as well," Haideng murmured as he gazed toward Sand City before heading there for further investigation.
As evening approached, Haideng returned to Ten Thousand Buddha Grotto. An elder from the Buddhist Sect saw him return and spoke with fear in his voice: "Elder Haideng, just fifty miles away from here, an immense life force was detected along with screams."
"Have you checked it out?" Haideng asked.
The elder replied, "Not yet. We will wait for the elder to return and make a decision."
Haideng said, "The Serpent Cult has been destroyed by someone. The so-called stronghold, known as the Dragon's Den, has turned into ruins. To the east of the Serpent Cult lies an ancient tribal city called Sand City. We need to reach there before dark. You all take your disciples to Sand City while I go investigate personally."
"Understood!" Several elders responded, instructing the disciples of Leiyin Temple to pack their belongings and prepare for the journey.
Haideng then traveled westward, arriving about half an hour later at the location of the elder who had mastered the Wind Listening technique. It was a desolate mountain covered with dense bushes and some thorns, but everywhere was stained with blood. The area was devastated, as if it had experienced a Beast Tide.
Haideng felt puzzled. He gathered his energy and flew to the mountain peak. When he looked at the scene behind the mountain, he was so frightened that he turned and ran because he saw the Demon King Orochi, which had previously appeared in Dunhuang. The massive serpent lay motionless in Mountain Valley, its white fur in disarray and its abdomen bleeding profusely.
However, after running a few steps, Haideng sensed something was off because the giant serpent did not pursue him. He hesitated for a moment and returned to investigate closely, only to discover that this ten-thousand-foot-long White Snake was on the brink of death.
There were multiple wounds on the White Snake's abdomen. Haideng noticed that its head still seemed to have some life left; its enormous pupils appeared dull and lifeless, and it hung a hundred-meter-long serpent from its mouth.
This serpent was none other than Panlong Remnant, the guardian beast of the Serpent Cult.
Now, Panlong Remnant had been killed by the colossal White Snake, which itself was barely clinging to life.
Over six hundred years ago, when the White Snake was suppressed within Futu Ridge's Dragon Vein, it absorbed Dragon Vein Imperial Qi day and night. However, that energy was overwhelmingly powerful; without the sacrificial blood of Three Thousand Young Boys and Girls to protect it, it would have perished long ago. Within the Dragon Vein's spiritual mine lay a magma pool leading straight to the earth's core. Over six centuries, as the White Snake grew increasingly powerful but unable to leave due to being trapped above the magma pool, its flesh had long since burned and suffered severe injuries.
Thus, after being released from Futu Ridge, the first thing the White Snake did was head to Northern Abyss in search of Eternal Ice Essence to heal its body. For two years, it hunted countless beasts in the surrounding seas to replenish its strength and recover its vitality. Yet ultimately, that wound left indelible scars; once injured, it would immediately rupture again.
A month ago, while tracking Old Scholar's aura into Dunhuang, the White Snake intended to capture both Old Scholar and all the monks from Leiyin Temple but never anticipated that Douding would become so powerful after falling into madness with Zen Buddhism that it could sever its tail and injure its foundation.
After fleeing to the western regions, the White Snake coincidentally encountered Nangong and others. When Panlong Remnant attacked it, the White Snake swallowed Panlong Remnant whole.
Snakes possess incredibly strong digestive abilities; they typically swallow their prey whole. For something like Panlong Remnant, it should have been no challenge for the White Snake. However, even the White Snake did not realize how fragile its body had become—just one bite could break it apart.
The corrosive gastric acid and venom did not kill Panlong Remnant immediately; instead, it rampaged inside the White Snake's body, spewing fire from its mouth while engulfed in demonic flames. They battled fiercely for a long time until Panlong Remnant finally managed to bite through a wound on the White Snake's body and escape.
The White Snake, despite its immense size that instilled a sense of trembling submission in all beings, was also incredibly old. With age came decay; just as the body of an elder deteriorates, so too did the bodies of other creatures. The Panlong Remnant had lived for a thousand years, reaching its limit, its body severely weakened. After consuming the Panlong Remnant, it suffered greatly.
In the end, the Panlong Remnant crawled out, only to be bitten to death by the White Snake.
Haideng approached the head of the White Snake. The White Snake glanced at Haideng, revealing a hint of murderous intent.
"Amitabha," Haideng murmured upon witnessing this scene. He couldn't help but feel that all things have their laws and paths. He sat beside the White Snake's head and began to chant the Sutra for its salvation.
The breath of the White Snake had completely vanished. Haideng sighed and said, "The towering White Snake, king of beasts, ultimately cannot escape death."
The Sutra slowly enveloped the body of the White Snake. Suddenly, Haideng opened his eyes and looked toward the abdomen of the White Snake. With a knife in hand, he cut open its heart and gallbladder. The heart remained intact, but the gallbladder was gone.
The gallbladder of the White Snake was its inner elixir.
The White Snake's cultivation had been extraordinary; six hundred years had made it an existence surpassing all Supreme Daoists. Now that the White Snake was dead, its inner elixir had mysteriously vanished.
"Could it have been taken by someone else first?" Haideng wondered.
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