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At the moment when the Liangyi Sword was about to launch an attack, a faint yellow halo flashed in front of Gu and then disappeared, along with the figures of Zhu Xian Mountain and Soul Sword.
After pouring another cup of tea, Gu slowly suppressed the long-accumulated rage within Yi Dong. The killing intent that had been repressed in Gu Xin, originating from the Righteous and Evil Battlefield, abruptly halted just as it was about to be unleashed by Bei Qin.
Although Gu did not inflict any damage, the continuously suppressed rage still caused his blood to surge. The Liangyi Sword in his leg seemed to sense the discomfort in Gu Xin, emitting a constant humming sound that drew the Light Spirit Power from the surrounding world closer to him.
Suddenly, as the situation changed, Zhu Xian Mountain immediately found himself pulled into an illusion. Just outside An's domain, he had suffered greatly due to the joint efforts of Nangong Huan and Chongming Guang. Unfortunately, Mu Qinglong was not by his side, and the madman An Su Su was entangled by a Little Monk, who appeared younger than An Su Su.
However, Zhu Xian Mountain clearly remembered that while browsing through files related to Gu, he had encountered a Little Monk named Ling Chanzi, who had summoned a phantom of Buddha during the battle in The Book of Radiant Path.
Looking at the Buddha Hall before him, filled with numerous Buddhas, Zhu Xian Mountain suddenly recalled the plight of Yan Dong and the Buddhist Sect.
Yan Dong was amidst chaos; Buddhism remained hidden and inactive. The Buddhist Sect operated half-openly, with only Ling Chanzi actively participating in the world. Zhu Xian Mountain felt that the Buddhist Sect would not ignore events like The Battle of the Three Realms.
No one knew what the Buddhist Sect was thinking, but their power was certainly not weaker than that of the Daoist Sect and might even be subtly stronger than that of Void Dao Pursuit.
At least Buddha was undeniable. Generally speaking, there could be multiple Dao Zuns capable of resisting him, but there was only one Buddha.
Once again, Yan Dong was silently pulled into an illusion by Nangong Huan. Zhu Xian Mountain remained calm; after all, the Soul Seven Star Sword in his leg had already reached the level of a Pseudo-Artifact. With both of them at the initial stage of divinity, Zhu Xian Mountain was confident he could defeat Nangong Huan.
The Soul Realm gradually unfolded around Soul Sword as vengeful spirits surged outwards in all directions, destroying everything within the illusion.
At this moment within the illusion, a towering Buddha glared angrily as if witnessing something filthy. With a furious strike to the east, he tore open a gap in Zhu Xian Mountain's Soul Realm; it was merely one gap.
In the Soul Realm, the Vengeful Spirit surged forward like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf the beam of Buddha light that had entered the Soul Realm, restoring it completely.
Just as Zhu Xian Mountain was preparing to withstand the assault from Buddha Dongyi's wheel, an unusual sensation arose within Liquid Chuang. It was reminiscent of the feeling Zhu Xian Mountain had experienced during the battle at An Guan, as if everything related to Yan Dong had come alive.
Amitabha, the practitioner who has come here from the endless past, will surely seek out the infinite future. Buddha No, I hope I am not being presumptuous.
Zhu Xian Mountain warily observed the slender-faced Buddha before him, with large ears that caught the wind and palms pressed together in prayer. His arms hung down, seemingly long enough to touch his knees.
Amitabha?
Zhu Xian Mountain tentatively asked. According to legends in the Ninth Underworld, there exists a Buddha who transcends time and is unaffected by the laws of heaven. Bu Luo, even if he is not Amitabha, what connection could he have with me? Moreover, Zhu Xian Mountain clearly remembered that he was trapped in an illusion created by Phantom Sea Leaf.
Truth and falsehood intertwine; do not cling too tightly, practitioner. Sometimes what is true may also be false, and what is false may be true. There is no distinction between truth and falsehood. Just like Yan Dong misinterpreted what the practitioner said—he thought that if Buddha misunderstood his words, it would make no difference. The little girl who misunderstood what the practitioner said was essentially no different; it all depended on whether the practitioner’s heart held any clarity.
Zhu Xian Mountain sheathed his Soul Sword and bowed respectfully to Buddha before heading outside the Buddha Hall. At this moment, Zhu Xian Mountain Minghong and Nangong Huan had both made breakthroughs after their battle at An Guan, gaining further control over Phantom Sea Leaf and perhaps reaching a new level.
Was that truly an illusion?
In the teahouse, Gu Qing caressed the back of Liangyi Sword when he noticed an old man approaching. At first glance, he seemed like a cultivator; however, upon closer inspection, Gu Qing realized that in the old man's eyes, there was only himself.
Cough cough cough.
The old man with graying hair moved slowly toward him. Upon reaching Gu Qing's side, he poured himself a cup of tea and gasped for breath while coughing several times.
As one grows older, even climbing a flight of stairs becomes a struggle. Those young folks nowadays, always fighting and brawling, they call for the old man to come help. If I don't deny it, the youngsters ask him to come over, saying that the old man won't be back tomorrow. Who can blame him for his misfortune? He owes them a favor.
I don't know the elder's name; I should show my respect to Junior.
Him? The old man took a sip of tea and nearly spat it out. What kind of tea was that? It had a strange taste.
The old man's name is Ji Wuqiu, a disciple of Killing Path. It seems he has never been particularly famous. After all, as a disciple of Killing Path, he has killed more than he has saved, so it's no surprise he lacks notoriety.
Oh, so that means Senior has a compassionate heart.
What compassionate heart? Bu Luo kills just like everyone else; they are merely a bunch of demons and monsters. When it comes to killing, there's no pressure—it's meaningless.
Ji Wuqiu called for someone to bring a pot of decent tea before continuing his conversation with Gu Xian.
I also know that the Ninth Underworld is a dreadful place where no one can stay for long. If you want to survive there, you have to compete with those demons and monsters for territory. As for the Sect, the Old Man quietly contributes more than anyone else, while fame is just an illusion.
Oh, I was wrong; the Old Man has one good thing about him. Let me take a guess—if I guess wrong, the Old Man will leave me with a whole corpse tomorrow.
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