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Li Xiaonan, wielding the Heavenly Opening Axe, charged forward with a cold smile. A series of Exorcism Eighteen Strikes flowed seamlessly from her, while Heart's Desire gritted his teeth, his eyes nearly bursting with rage. With a roar, he threw caution to the wind, determined to take down Li Xiaonan even at the cost of his own body.
He collided directly with Li Xiaonan's Heavenly Opening Axe, the blade slicing sharply into Heart's Desire's shoulder. A sinister grin crept across his lips as his bony claws lunged toward Li Xiaonan's chest.
"Looking for death!" Li Xiaonan scoffed.
As the bony claws made contact with her chest, they crumbled like tofu reinforced with steel, disintegrating into fragments that scattered in the wind.
Li Xiaonan gripped the axe handle tightly and delivered a diagonal slash. With a thud, Heart's Desire fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust as the dark energy dissipated slowly into the air, leaving no trace behind.
"Master!" Hui Nian seethed with anger. He had just checked Qing An's injuries and found no breath left; Hao Ran had already passed on. Now, Master’s condition was hardly any better than Qing An’s—his right wrist severed cleanly, and a deep gash ran from his left shoulder down to the root of his right thigh, blood gushing forth relentlessly.
Li Xiaonan sheathed the Heavenly Opening Axe and approached Qing An. As she reached out to check him, her brow furrowed; aside from a faint warmth confirming he had once lived, there was nothing but lifelessness.
With a swift motion, she sealed Qing An's corpse and placed it into the Soul Ring before hastily moving to Hui Nian's side.
"Xiao Bei... my lady... I truly apologize... sigh, Buddhism... relies on you now..." Heart's Desire had regained his senses and understood what he had done. Guilt overwhelmed him; he had killed his own disciple with his own hands—a blow that no ordinary person could bear.
"Master, please don’t say any more! And stop calling me my lady!" Li Xiaonan replied coldly. She held two pills in her hand—one she forced into Heart's Desire’s mouth while the other she dissolved using True Essence Power and applied it to his grievous wound.
With a single hand gesture, Li Xiaonan summoned the Seven-Level Pagoda and instructed them both: "Please enter the tower."
Before Hui Nian and Heart's Desire could respond, Li Xiaonan forcibly threw them into the Seven-Level Pagoda.
She slowly ascended into the air, casting a cold gaze over this pale world. Though her expression appeared indifferent, her heart was ablaze with fury. Even if she vanquished that shadow, it would not quell the pain that Qing An had inflicted upon her.
He sneered, "Buddhist Sacred Ground! Nonsense! Today, I will destroy this place to prevent it from harming any more Buddhist Disciples."
He raised his hands slightly until they were at chest level, coldly uttering four words: "Thousand! Sails! Heavy! Kill!" As he pushed his hands forward, even the air was shattered. The azure sky was swept by the wind blades, cracking like glass with a resounding "bang!"
In an instant, it shattered into dust and dispersed. The entire world trembled as if it were about to collapse. Li Xiaonan swiftly entered the Seven-Level Pagoda, carefully observing everything outside.
Once everything settled down, it was still a vast expanse of white, but the space had shrunk to just a few dozen square meters, resembling being inside an egg. In the empty circular world sat a frail monk in a cross-legged position.
Li Xiaonan's figure flickered and he stood coldly before the old monk.
The monk's expression was gaunt, his face pale as he said, "Such heavy killing intent..." He slowly raised his head to look at Li Xiaonan, who was only wearing a pair of shorts.
Li Xiaonan's eyes suddenly narrowed.
Could the Buddhist Sacred Ground be this egg-like place? Was the true treasure really this monk? What kind of plot was this? Shouldn't there be a divine artifact in one hand and a battle machine in the other?
As he examined the elder on the Lotus Seat, he couldn't help but gasp in shock.
The elder wore a simple yellow robe, looking very plain. He seemed to be coiled like an ancient tree root, his body consisting only of bones and skin. When the elder lifted his three layers of heavy eyelids, their gazes met, and Li Xiaonan was once again stunned!
What kind of eyes were those? Hollow? That description fell far short; they resembled black holes more than anything else, unfathomable and seemingly capable of sucking in all things in heaven and earth.
The elder stared blankly for a moment before smiling at Li Xiaonan and saying, "So it's you... I never expected you would cultivate that which I once looked down upon. The cycle of cause and effect—you still cannot see through it, hehehe..."
Li Xiaonan scratched his head, unable to help but furrow his brow tightly.
"Damn! Mad Monk? What kind of nonsense is that! I can't understand a word..."
He clicked his tongue, waved his hand, and pulled out two monks from the Seven-Level Pagoda, along with Qing An's corpse.
He couldn't be bothered to play word games with the old monk, so he left it to the Buddhist disciples to negotiate. He casually put on a black robe, crouched down, and began to poke at Qing An's body, tugging at the exposed section of intestine...
The old man suddenly opened his eyes wide, then closed them again, shaking his head as he said, "The Buddhist Sacred Artifact has actually fallen into your hands. Alas... I laugh at your inability to see through things, yet how can I claim to see through them? Sitting here for millions of years..."
Seeing that Li Xiaonan was completely ignoring him, a bitter smile appeared on his lips as he turned to look at Heart's Desire and Hui Nian.
"Amitabha! How long has it been since I've seen a Buddhist Disciple!" The old man's expression showed a hint of excitement.
Heart's Desire had mostly recovered from her injuries, though her clothes were somewhat tattered. She and Hui Nian knelt before the old man in reverence, unsure of what to say.
The more Li Xiaonan looked at Qing An's corpse, the angrier he became. He shouted, "Damn it! Is this thing a large intestine or a small intestine? Where am I supposed to shove it?" He then stood up and coldly glared at the old monk, saying angrily, "Stinky monk, can you say something useful? Is this place really a Buddhist Sacred Ground? They’ve gone through so much trouble looking for you just for the treasure!"
The old man shook his head and smiled. "Why have you become so impatient? You don't seem like yourself at all..."
Li Xiaonan was fuming, rolling up his sleeves and saying, "Stinky monk, why do you have so much nonsense to say? Don't act like you know me! I have nothing to do with you!"
Clearly, he had forgotten what he had said earlier. The secrets hidden behind Buddhism—the close connection between the Starry Illusion Continent and Earth—were lost on him in his rage. All he could think about was how to bring Qing An back to life.
"Alas... forget it... I am Wuxin, the fifth-generation elder of Buddhism. Since you have found your way here, it must be fate. What has become of Buddhism today?"
Heart's Desire looked excited and took a deep breath before recounting the current state of Buddhism.
Wuxin's expression was calm, as if everything was within his expectations. "Amitabha, everything has its cause and effect. This is the path of Buddhism; you may take it." He raised his right hand slightly, flicking his fingers in a gesture that sent two drops of crimson falling onto the foreheads of Heart's Desire and Huinian.
Li Xiaonan observed everything with keen eyes, muttering to himself, "Buddhism is also for the poor... After searching for treasures for so long, all I found was..."
Sighing, he thought about it. If one had wealth and power, how could they become a Buddha? With wealth and power, how could one gradually decline? Where there is a result, there must be a cause; where there is a cause, there must be a result. The cycle of cause and effect cannot be escaped.
Wuxin faced Li Xiaonan with closed eyes and smiled, "Since you have come as well, I shall grant you..."
Li Xiaonan waved his hand to interrupt him, sneering, "As an elder of Buddhism, your abilities must be considerable. If that's the case, then bring Qing An back to life! After all, he died within your Buddhist Sacred Ground."
Wuxin couldn't help but furrow his brows and sighed, "In the end, it was my fault. I shouldn't have ignored your advice back then. I never expected that after ten thousand years, I would end up harming a disciple of my sect. His life force is gone; I am powerless to help..."
Though Huinian felt immense sorrow in his heart, he consoled him, "Everyone has their time to die; whether heavy as Mount Tai or light as a feather. Qing An... he has simply returned early to the embrace of Buddha..."
Li Xiaonan rolled his eyes, revealing bloodshot whites filled with anger. "Nonsense! With the cultivation methods you taught him, he can only descend into hell!"
He still vividly remembered the first time he met Qing An; how could one discuss Buddhism without distinguishing between good and evil?
Huinian frowned, unsure how to refute this. In truth, he felt powerless to argue. To him, who was right or wrong no longer mattered because Qing An was already dead; the dead could not come back to life.
"You useless monk! If you can't save him, then just admit it! I'll find a way myself. Stop whining and send us back!" Li Xiaonan glanced at Qing An, feeling as if a massive stone was lodged in his chest.
"You weren't like this before..." Wuxin gazed into the distance. Though he was looking, his eyes remained closed.
Li Xiaonan's anger had reached its peak. Hearing Wuxin speak words he couldn't comprehend only fueled his rage further. His eyes reddened as he retorted, "Monk! Why do you talk so much? Do you know who I was before? Fine! Then tell me—who am I?"
Wuxin smiled lightly and looked at him. "If you don't know, how could I? You already possess two ultimate skills. Even if I give you Buddhism, you wouldn't have the heart to cultivate it. Since the Seven-Level Pagoda is in your hands, I'll gift you the method of refining it! If you can gather one hundred eighty million Buddha's Envoys, the Seven-Level Pagoda can regain its name as a sacred artifact."
A drop of vermilion fell between Li Xiaonan's brows. Before he could protest, a text appeared in his mind. It turned out that the Seven-Level Pagoda was a treasure of Buddhism! Moreover, it was a treasure that could continuously advance.
"Let's go!" Wuxin formed seals with both hands, and Li Xiaonan and his companions were instantly sent out of this wondrous space.
Once the surroundings came into focus, two words flashed through Li Xiaonan's mind: Thank you!
What the hell! Nonsense… Mad Monk! I can't be bothered with you!
After returning to the Hall of the Bodhisattva, the first thing Li Xiaonan did was pull Chen Yaojin out from the Seven-Level Pagoda. This kid was actually drooling on a spirit stone on the first level—what a disgrace!
As Chen Yaojin's surroundings changed, he saw a pair of very familiar short boots and immediately revealed a shameless grin. He slowly raised his head to look up, tightening his grip on the spirit stone, a hint of drool hanging at the corner of his mouth.
He chuckled, "Boss, hug me! Huh? Where's your chest?" He suddenly jumped up and collided with Li Xiaonan's solid chest, which was quite firm.
Li Xiaonan twitched at the corner of his mouth and gave Chen Yaojin a slap on the head. "Kid, you've got some guts! Daring to take advantage of your boss. Luckily I turned back into a man; otherwise, my lifelong purity would have been ruined by you!"
Chen Yaojin made a pitiful face and squatted back down while holding his head. "I was wrong... Boss..."
"I'll give you a chance to make up for it. Go to the Underworld and bring back Qing An's soul! And catch some living ones while you're at it."
Chen Yaojin was taken aback. "Huh? He's dead?" Seeing Li Xiaonan's dark expression, he quickly stood at attention and said, "Yes! Boss! Little Jin takes the order!"
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