I searched for corpses in the Wuding River to extract entries

Following the location information given by Yang Zhiyuan, Xie Que moved and headed straight towards the depths of the void.

Along the way, the surrounding void became increasingly deep and quiet.

The darkness was as thick as ink, with a few tiny glimmers of light occasionally appearing, but they were fleeting.

At its speed, it will arrive in an instant.

The place where the coffin is is a small world.

It is not one of the fragments of the Earthly Immortal Realm, but its scale is similar to that of the Small North Sea Realm.

It is considered the most common small world in the void.

But at this moment, Xie Que could clearly perceive that

The world is exuding a sense of decay, as if it has reached the end of its life.

In this endless void, it is about to face the end of complete destruction.

Xie Que looked intently, then released his divine consciousness, covering this world.

In the blink of an eye, his divine sense had swept through every corner of the world, and all kinds of information flooded into his mind like a tide.

In this world, no matter men, women, young or old,

Whether in town or in the countryside, every person, even every living creature, carries the strong scent of incense.

This shows that they have extremely devout faith.

Xie Que narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to sort out the information he had obtained.
Without exception, all monks in this world have devoted themselves to a sect called "Skull Cult".

Those monks traveled between cities and villages in this world.
It conveys the will of Luna Buddha Kagu and urges ordinary people to work.
If any mortal slacks off in the slightest, the monks will come forward and punish him in the name of "Luna Buddha".

Under such rule, the whole world seems to be in order, but in fact it is depressing and dull.

Every year, after the harvest and the busy workshops, the fruits of people's hard work are

They will all be collected according to a certain ratio, and these results will be converted into gold after being passed through layers of hands.

However, under the supervision of the monks, the craftsmen used the gold to create an enormous golden body of the Buddha.

The golden statue has not been completed for thousands of years, but it still receives worship and offerings every day.

Xie Que stood in the void, looking at the world in front of him, his heart filled with incredible feelings.

The edge of this world exudes a faint smell of decay, as if it has been eroded by time.
The inspiration of heaven and earth is like a candle in the wind, which may be completely extinguished at any time.

Although the mountains and rivers still exist, they have a gloomy atmosphere.

The rivers no longer flowed rapidly, leaving only bays of stagnant water emitting a foul smell.

What he found strange was that, despite the signs of impending destruction everywhere,
But the outline of the entire world is still intact, and there is no sign of fragmentation or disintegration.

It is like an old man in his twilight years, although his physical functions are no longer as good as before,
The inside is already decayed, but it still remains intact.

But the laws of nature and the consciousness of all living beings fell into silence and chaos.

Xie Que frowned slightly and probed deeply with his divine sense.

He discovered at this moment that the laws of nature in this world seemed to be disrupted by an invisible hand.

The consciousness of all living beings is in chaos. Their originally devout beliefs, emotions, and thoughts all seem to have fallen into chaos.

Although the piety of the people is still there, they are more confused and fearful.
The monks were also trembling with fear and had no desire to seek the truth.

Xie Que's curiosity was like a prairie fire, burning more and more vigorously.

In an instant, the huge head of the Candle Dragon slowly emerged behind him.

Xie Que secretly estimated in his heart that this world was much better than the many worlds he had seen.

The scale is indeed limited, probably about the same size as the Xiaobei Sea.

As for his Heavenly Dao, I don't think it would be too powerful, probably not much different from the God of Creation.

In this way, with my current strength, I should be able to explore without worries.

Suddenly, the huge shadow of the candle dragon behind him spread out.
Gradually, it was connected with the long river of time.

Zhulong's eyes seemed to have turned into two mirrors, reflecting the mysteries of this world one by one.

Just as Xie Que's consciousness penetrated into the place of origin,
Somewhere in the long river of time, a golden color caught his eye.

A coffin!
Xie Que narrowed his eyes and instantly focused all his attention here.

The coffin was floating there quietly, but countless chains stretched out from it.

The chain is not a physical entity, but is condensed from the Dao rhyme.

It disrupts the laws of nature and tightly traps the natural laws of this world.

However, this coffin is carrying out the responsibility of heaven.

The coffin was extremely domineering, and it firmly held all the power possessed by the Heavenly Dao under its control.

Whether it is determining the birth and death of the world's creatures, or controlling the operating rules of the flow of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth,

Or maybe the Dao rhythm that maintains the world order is firmly controlled by this coffin.
This makes the Heavenly Dao like a puppet that has lost its autonomy and can only be manipulated by the coffin.

However, the strange thing is that this coffin does not seem to want to completely destroy the Heavenly Dao.
It simply suppressed it to a half-dead state, allowing the Heavenly Dao to maintain that weak existence, struggling to maintain the most basic form of the world.

It was as if it was a deliberate means to make the world slowly move towards destruction in pain and struggle.

This torture shrouded the entire world in an atmosphere of depression and despair.

Xie Que finally understood why this world appeared to be in such a strange state, on the verge of destruction yet still barely maintaining its integrity.

Xie Que's gaze once again focused on the golden coffin.
At first glance, there was a faint Buddhist aura flowing around the coffin.

The Buddha's aura gave people an illusion of peace and compassion, as if this was not a coffin but a sacred Buddhist object.

But if you look closely, you can find that what looks like Buddha's aura is actually extremely dense death energy.

The deathly aura was like a thick black fog, constantly seeping out from the cracks in the coffin.
The area seemed to have turned into a gloomy and terrifying underworld, exuding a creepy feeling.

With just a quick glance, Xie Que felt as if he was instantly dragged into a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

All I could see were piles of corpses, blood gathered into a vast ocean, and the pungent smell of blood went straight into my nose.

As Zhulong's eyes went deeper, the scenes within extended towards the more distant past.

The scenes in the long river flashed by quickly, and Xie Que stared at them intently, not missing any details.

As the scenes in the long river of time continued to go back, Xie Que finally determined the exact time when this golden coffin appeared in this world.

A full eight hundred thousand years!
Over such a long period of time, it has been like a cancer, quietly turning the world from prosperity to decline.

Before this coffin came, this world had magnificent mountains and rivers, and all living beings lived in peace and happiness.

But since the coffin came, everything has changed.

The whole world became depressing and dull, like a cage that trapped all living beings in despair.

The three gods of creation who once existed were completely powerless to fight back against this coffin.

Their strength and soul also became nutrients for the coffin.

Xie Que frowned as he sensed the aura emanating from the coffin. The more he sensed it, the more surprised he felt. The aura was very similar to his own blood and qi, yet it was completely different.

The smell of the coffin seemed extremely ancient, as if it carried the most decadent parts of the long river of time.
The feeling was like the mud rising from the bottom of a cesspool, with a foul odor.

It was a smell that had been deposited for countless years and had long since rotted into the bones.

Xie Que was somewhat puzzled. Could it be that his past self a million years ago...

Did something really happen to me, causing the foreign devil to take advantage of my situation and lead to this strange situation?
Xie Que continued to go back in time, but found something wrong.

As time went by, the strange feeling in Xie Que's heart became stronger and stronger.

Xie Que frowned slightly. In his memory, he had never known the existence of a Buddha named "Gaga".
But when he touched the vague mark related to this person, he inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.

It was as if I had once encountered the existence represented by this name in some distant corner.
But the memory is too vague, buried deep under the dust of time.
It was difficult to recall clearly for a moment, and this familiar yet elusive feeling made him more curious and alert.

Xie Que stood there, thinking quietly for a long time, various thoughts flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern.

He repeatedly sorted out the fragmented information he had obtained, searching for clues in the long river of time over and over again.

Finally, at a certain moment, the originally chaotic thoughts in Xie Que's mind suddenly became clear.

This is not the Buddha of the Samanas.

Rather, they are ancient Sanskrit deities that existed before the establishment of Buddhism.

This is information obtained from the past time and space of the past Buddhas.

Because all the information about ancient Sanskrit Buddhism was cut off from the long river of time by the past Buddhas.

The only people who can remember are them, the fire bearers.

The ancient Sanskrit sect has been buried for a long time. Its history is even longer than that of Buddhism and it can be regarded as the predecessor of today's Buddhism.

In that long-ago era, ancient Brahma Buddhism had a reputation in the world as being "cruel" and "terrible."

The doctrines they follow and the methods they use are extremely primitive and bloody.

At that time, ancient Brahma believed that all things have spirits, and that the will of God is unpredictable. Pantheism was rampant, and there were fanaticism and supernatural powers.

Ancient Brahma holds the view that all things have spirits. In their view, every plant, tree, insect, and animal in the world has a spirit.
Even the mountains, rivers, wind, clouds, and lightning all contain wisdom and souls and are worthy of worship.

Xie Que speculated that this being named "Gagau"

Judging from various signs, it is very likely the deity from the ancient Sanskrit religion.

Thinking of this, Xie Que already had a guess.

Since this "Gagau" has such a close connection with ancient Sanskrit, and is now involved in many strange things,
Could it be that those old Buddhas had reached some kind of collusion with the ancient Brahma religion?
After all, although the ancient Brahma is mysterious, the old Buddha also has unfathomable strength and means.

If the two join forces, what they can plan will surely be earth-shattering.

But Xie Que was still full of doubts.

According to common sense, since the founding of Buddhism, the ancient Brahmanism has been criticized for its overly evil style of behavior.

It was besieged by forces from all sides and should have been completely exterminated in the end.

But now, traces related to ancient Sanskritism have emerged again, and are even involved in such a complicated situation.

Who is secretly protecting the ancient Sanskrit religion, allowing it to survive to this day in the long river of history?

Following the traces, Xie Que now directly found the location of Kagu's consciousness.

It was a Jedi valley.

Xie Que did not rush to take action. He wanted to see how cruel and bloody this ancient Brahma god was.

In this valley, the surrounding mountains tower into the clouds, like sharp saw teeth, cutting the sky into pieces.

The sun was trying hard to squeeze in, but it could only cast a few bleak rays of light.
The valley is shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere all year round.

As soon as Xie Que stepped into the valley, a pungent smell of decay and blood hit him in the face.

The ground beneath my feet had long been soaked with blood and turned muddy; I could even feel its sticky touch.

In the center of the valley, a huge and dilapidated temple stood quietly.

The walls of the temple were covered with black vines covered with sharp thorns.

The temple's main door was open, the red paint on the door had long since fallen off, revealing the rotten wood inside.
A dark red tint permeates the wood's texture, as if blood had once flowed there.

The temple was filled with a stronger smell of blood.

In the dim light, one can vaguely see a strange-looking statue standing tall.

This statue is similar to Buddha, but has three heads and six arms and is purple all over.
His face was twisted and hideous, his eyes were bulging out of their sockets, his mouth was stretched to his ears, revealing his sharp fangs.
There were some strands of what looked like pieces of meat hanging from the corners of his mouth, which made one's scalp tingle at the sight of them.

The statue is hung with a string of prayer beads made of human skulls.

The empty eye sockets of the skull seemed to still contain the deceased's fear and despair.

In the center of the temple is a high platform made of bones.
On the high platform, there is a huge bronze tripod.
The flame under the tripod was burning fiercely. The flame was not the usual red, but a strange blue.

The flames licked the body of the bronze tripod, making the ancient characters on it seem to come alive.

These words kept twisting and struggling, as if trying to break free from the constraints of the tripod.

At this time, a group of ancient Brahma followers in black robes slowly walked over, their black robes stained with dried blood.

Everyone wore a pale mask with simple facial features outlined in red, which made them look even more eerie.

Especially the position of the eyes, which exuded a cold and dead aura, like a dead person.

After the believers stood around the platform, they dragged out several living people who were tied up tightly from the corner of the temple.

The eyes of the living were filled with fear and despair, their mouths were tightly blocked with cloth strips, and they could only make dull "wuwu" sounds.

His body struggled desperately, but he seemed so powerless as he was dragged by the believers, like a lamb to be slaughtered, and was pulled onto the platform.

A leading cultist walked up to a living person, raised his scimitar, and slashed the man's abdomen without hesitation.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the platform, then flowing down through the gaps between the bones and gathering into a pool of blood that had already formed on the ground.

The cultist reached into the wound that was still bleeding with an expressionless face and pulled out the man's internal organs.
The internal organs still had the warm body temperature, trembling slightly in his hands.

But this scene caused the surrounding believers to let out a low cheer.

Then, another believer picked up a sharp axe and chopped at the neck of another living person.

With a "crack", the head fell to the ground and rolled to the side. The empty eyes looked up at the ceiling, and the expression of fear before death was still frozen on his face.

The believers picked up the human head and placed it respectfully next to the bronze tripod, as if it was the most precious sacrifice to their gods.

As the ceremony progressed, the smell of blood in the temple became stronger and stronger, almost turning into tangible blood mist.

The pungent smell almost suffocated people, but the followers of the ancient Brahma religion became more and more fanatical.

They were chanting something that sounded like Buddhist scriptures but was different.

Their voices became louder and louder, and the whole temple began to shake violently.

Stones on the wall fell down, and the dust was spread in the blood mist. (End of this chapter)