Da Qin: Become stronger and immortal by picking up attributes from the battlefield

at the same time.

Xiniu Hezhou, on the ruins of Lingshan.

The three Buddhist sages who had just escaped hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath.

suddenly.

The three of them shuddered violently and simultaneously spat out a mouthful of golden Buddhist blood.

They could clearly sense that the already precarious fortune of Buddhism had once again plummeted in that instant.

"The Golden Lotus of Merit!" Tathagata Many Treasures suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and said in disbelief, "The very source of the Golden Lotus of Merit, the most precious treasure of our Buddhist tradition... has vanished!"

When Dipankara and Maitreya learned of this news, they were both ashen-faced and looked as if they had been struck by lightning.

If the destruction of Mount Ling only damaged their foundation, then the destruction of Mount Ling was merely a blow to their very core.

Therefore, the theft of the Golden Lotus of Merit was a true blow to their very foundation, and it cost them their lives!
Without the suppression of this treasure of destiny, the immeasurable karma and karmic force accumulated by Buddhism over the years will completely erupt.

"Who is it! Who is it?"

The Tathagata of Many Treasures looked up to the sky and roared in grief, his voice shrill and his appearance like that of a madman.

……

Inside the Heavenly Palace of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Zhao Feng looked at the five lotus platforms, his heart filled with excitement.

These five lotus platforms were originally formed from the five lotus seeds of the Thirty-Six Grade Chaos Green Lotus. If they could be combined and the power of the Qiankun Cauldron could be used to reverse the innate nature, perhaps the legendary Chaos Treasure, the Thirty-Six Grade Chaos Green Lotus, could be reproduced!

That is a supreme treasure on par with Pangu's Axe and the Jade Disc of Creation!

He suppressed the urge to immediately go into seclusion and turned his attention to the remaining nine seventh-tier treasure chests.

"Continue, open the seventh-tier treasure chest."

[Ding! Opening a Tier 7 treasure chest...]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the innate supreme weapon of slaughter, the God-Slaying Spear!]

hum!
The moment the command was given, an ancient spear, entirely black and shrouded in an aura of endless destruction and slaughter, suddenly appeared in the hall.

The moment it appeared, the temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop by tens of degrees.

A pure killing intent originating from the very source of the Great Dao spread out.

Within the main hall.

Whether it was the Three Sovereigns and Zhen Yuanzi who were discussing the Dao, or Ying Zheng and Xuanyuan who were deliberating on war, they all stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes to the long spear.

"Such a strong murderous aura!"

The Yellow Emperor placed his hand on the Xuanyuan Sword, and the sword emitted a series of soft humming sounds.

Within Fuxi's eyes, the Bagua diagram spun wildly, and he couldn't help but exclaim in shock, "This treasure... this treasure is the innate treasure of the Demon Ancestor Rahu, the God-Slaying Spear! Legend has it that this spear specifically injures the primordial spirit, killing without incurring karma, and is the most lethal weapon in the primordial world! This ferocious weapon has been born?"

Upon hearing this, everyone examined the object carefully.

This gun has a truly terrifying reputation.

During the initial calamity of the ancient Dragon-Han era, the Demon Ancestor Rahu wielded this spear in a great battle against the four Ancestors Hongjun, Yangmei, Yin Yang, and Qiankun, ultimately detonating the western earth veins. If it weren't for the intervention of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, the entire western part of the prehistoric world would likely have been turned into a desolate wasteland.

Zhao Feng reached out and grasped the cold gun barrel.

In an instant.

A violent, bloodthirsty, and destructive will surged wildly into his mind along the gun barrel.

It seemed to be trying to completely devour his mind, turning him into a demon who only knew how to kill.

however.

Zhao Feng's primordial spirit had long since merged with the Chaos Dao Body, making it indestructible.

He merely snorted coldly, and the chaotic magic power within his body surged forth, easily suppressing and obliterating that will.

The God-Slaying Spear let out a mournful cry of resentment, but finally submitted completely. Zhao Feng put away the God-Slaying Spear and continued to open the treasure chest.

"continue."

[Ding! Opening a Tier 7 treasure chest...]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained a Chaos-grade refining material: Chaos Origin Stone!]

A fist-sized, gray stone, with nothing particularly unusual about it, floated silently in front of Zhao Feng.

"The Primordial Chaos Stone!" Fuxi exclaimed in shock again. "This...this is the legendary supreme divine material that can be used to refine primordial chaos treasures! It could only have been created before chaos was created and heaven and earth were separated!"

Zhen Yuanzi also gasped in shock.

He had lived through countless ages, and had only ever seen records of this thing in the oldest ancient texts.

Zhao Feng held the Chaos Stone in his palm, feeling the most primordial and pure power of chaos within it, and had already made up his mind.

He carefully put away the Chaos Stone and continued opening the remaining treasure chests.

……

The remaining seven treasure chests yielded equally astonishing items.

Looking at the dazzling array of spoils before him, Zhao Feng immediately walked up to Ying Zheng and said, "Father, I am preparing to go into seclusion for a while."

Ying Zheng didn't ask for the reason, but simply asked, "How long will it take?"

Although the Qin Dynasty has overcome its difficulties, it is now in dire need of manpower.

Zhao Feng pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know the exact time either, but this seclusion is of great importance and I have no choice but to do it."

……

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

Nearly ten years have passed since the Battle of Xianyang.

During these ten years, the three realms have become peaceful.

The Heavenly Court remained closed off.

Buddhism has vanished completely, as if it had evaporated from the world entirely.

However, beneath the calm surface, turbulent undercurrents were brewing.

The overwhelming aura of calamity that permeated the world did not dissipate with the end of the great battle; instead, it became even more intense.

Countless weak and unstable demonic cultivators were corrupted by the calamity energy.

They became increasingly insane and bloodthirsty.

The journey westward became increasingly difficult.

A convoy escorted by the Great Qin Iron Guards traveled across the border between the Southern Continent and the Western Continent.

Leading the group were Xuanzang and his disciples, who had been ordered by Qin Shi Huang to travel west to seek the "true scriptures".

Over the years, they have been fighting every day.

The demons, stirred by the calamity, attacked them relentlessly, as if they had gone mad.

The number of demons who died at their hands was already countless.

Suddenly, Xuanzang reined in his horse and frowned as he looked ahead.

In the distance, the horizon was shrouded in a thick, impenetrable black cloud.

Within those dark clouds, resentment, malevolent energy, and demonic energy mingled together, soaring into the sky and causing the wind and clouds to change color, making it impossible for even sunlight to penetrate.

As the procession drew closer, the nauseating stench of blood and decay grew stronger.

Not long after.

The scene of this mountain range was now fully revealed to the master and his disciples.

Just one glance was enough to shake them to their core.

Even though they had been slaying demons and monsters all the way, they had never seen such a terrifying scene.

There are no mountains or rivers, no grass or trees.

What exists are only massive mountains built from piles of white bones.

A river formed from viscous blood flows slowly between the bones of the mountain, with countless mutilated limbs floating on its surface.

Skulls form ridges, bones form forests.

Countless human skulls were strung together and hung on dead tree trunks, serving as wind chimes that emitted a terrifying "click-clack" sound.

Here, at least tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, of humans were cruelly devoured as food.

Xuanzang trembled all over, his expression twisted with extreme anger.

He dismounted and staggered to the foot of the mountain of bones. He reached out with trembling hands and picked up a child's skull. "Amitabha..." His eyes were bloodshot, filled with overwhelming killing intent.

Just now.

Three extremely powerful demonic energies erupted from the depths of the White Bone Mountain.

"Xuanzang, you've finally arrived! We've been waiting for you for quite some time!"

With arrogant laughter, the three demon kings soared into the sky from their cave and landed in front of Qin Seng and his disciples.

Leading the group was a golden-winged roc, whose body was surging with demonic energy, its aura so powerful that it had reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

To his left and right were a blue-haired lion monster and a white elephant spirit, both of whom were at the level of Great Luo Golden Immortals.

The Golden-Winged Roc's gaze swept over Xuanzang, and it greedily licked its lips. "What a delicate-skinned monk! If I eat you, my cultivation will definitely advance further, and I might even be able to break through to Quasi-Saint directly!"

"Third brother, why waste words with him! Just catch him and eat him!" The green-haired lion monster could no longer restrain itself. It opened its blood-red maw and was about to swallow Xuanzang whole.

"court death!"

With a furious roar, Sun Wukong's golden cudgel swelled in the wind, transforming into a colossal pillar that slammed down fiercely.

"Well done! Let me have a go at this stable boy!"

The Golden-Winged Roc laughed wildly, neither dodging nor avoiding, and raised his halberd to block Sun Wukong's golden cudgel.

Followed by.

He moved with lightning speed, transforming into a golden bolt of lightning, and instantly appeared in front of Sun Wukong. He swung his halberd down fiercely, aiming straight for Sun Wukong's head.

Sun Wukong dared not be negligent, so he drew back his golden cudgel and swept it out horizontally.

clang!
The sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the terrifying aftershocks of energy shook the bone mountain below, causing it to crack inch by inch.

The figures of Sun Wukong and the Golden-Winged Roc moved so fast in mid-air that only two blurry afterimages remained.

Each collision caused the void to tremble and the laws of nature to wail.

The two were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Seeing this, Pigsy and Sandy also joined forces to meet the green-haired lion monster and the white elephant spirit.

For a while.

Above this purgatory of white bones, demonic energy and divine light intertwined, clashing until the sky and earth were darkened.

Xuanzang stood before the mountain of white bones, without retreating.

He simply watched the three demon kings who fed on billions of humans, raised his hand, and a dark black jade talisman quietly shattered in his palm.

……

Just as Sun Wukong and the Golden-Winged Roc were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

This world, shrouded in demonic energy, had its space above it forcibly torn apart by an incomparable, iron-blooded, malevolent aura.

There are no doors, no cracks.

The entire sky, like a scroll painting, was torn apart by a tyrannical and domineering force.

Followed by.

One after another, armies clad in black armor, silent as mountains, stepped out from behind the torn space.

Their steps were perfectly synchronized, each step causing the earth to tremble. The iron-blooded aura formed by the gathering of millions of people soared into the sky, instantly shattering the demonic clouds that filled the sky.

Two enormous military formations slowly unfolded in the void.

Leading the group were three imposing figures clad in military armor, their auras as deep and boundless as the ocean.

General Wang Jian!

General Meng Tian!

General Wang Ben!

Three martial arts emperors have personally come to this place!
Wang Jian's gaze slowly swept over the hellish battlefield below, a massacre of hundreds of millions of human corpses, and his heart burned with fury.

Behind him, Meng Tian and Wang Ben also clenched their fists, their bodies radiating murderous intent.

The million Qin warriors all had bloodshot eyes.

They fought their entire lives and saw more dead people than living people.

But the horrific scene before them, where humans were treated like livestock and kept and devoured, still shocked them like never before.

"Monster!" Wang Jian roared, "He should be executed!"

"Send me the military order!"

"Within this vast expanse, not a single demon will be spared!"

"kill!"

"wind!"

"wind!"

"Gale!"

The battle roars, as loud as mountains and as powerful as the sea, converged into a torrent of will to destroy everything.

The million-strong Qin army has moved.

Those demons, whose minds had been corrupted by the calamity and who were fearless in the face of death, were as fragile as weeds under the iron hooves of the Qin army.

Rows of spears thrust out in unison, piercing through the bodies of thousands of demons.

Holding a long spear, Meng Tian swept it out, and where the spear light passed, a mountain of white bones and tens of thousands of demons on it were all reduced to dust.

Wang Ben was even more direct.

He activated his martial arts avatar, and a war giant tens of thousands of feet tall rose from the ground. With one stomp, the earth shook and countless demons were crushed into mincemeat.

This was a complete massacre.

the other side.

The Golden-Winged Roc, who was engaged in fierce battle with Sun Wukong, sensed the overwhelming killing intent and was terrified. "Not good! It's the Qin army!"

He never imagined that the Qin army would arrive so quickly and in such large numbers!
He dared not fight any longer, and with a flap of his wings, he was about to transform into golden light and escape.

But, it's too late.

Wang Jian's figure had already appeared silently before him. "Before me, do you think you can escape?"

His expression was indifferent; he simply extended one hand.

That hand, seemingly ordinary, seemed to transform into a world the moment it was extended, enveloping the entire space and time.

The Golden-Winged Roc felt the space around him become incredibly viscous, as if he were stuck in a quagmire, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't move an inch.

His speed, which he was so proud of, became a joke in the face of absolute power.

"No!"

The Golden-Winged Roc let out a mournful cry of resentment.

Wang Jian's hand gently landed on his neck, giving it a light squeeze.

Click!

The Golden-Winged Roc's hard neck bone snapped instantly.

The immense power instantly destroyed his demon core and sealed all his magical power.

Wang Jian casually picked up the demon king, who had left a fearsome reputation on the journey to the West, as easily as picking up a chick.

The other two demon kings were also easily suppressed by Meng Tian and Wang Ben.

Boom!

Just as the Golden-Winged Roc was being suppressed, a violent tremor suddenly came from the deepest part of the ruins of Mount Ling in Xiniu Hezhou.

A dazzling beam of divine light shot into the sky, tearing apart the Buddhist seal, piercing through endless space and time, and instantly descending upon this battlefield.

That divine light seemed to contain the primordial power of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth in the world. With a whoosh, it swept away Wang Jian's battle halberd, which was formed from baleful energy, and made it disappear without a trace.

Followed by.

A proud and noble figure slowly emerged from the five-colored divine light.

The newcomer was dressed in a magnificent five-colored feather robe, with a handsome yet otherworldly face, and eyes that held an arrogant air of looking down upon the three realms.

It was none other than the Peacock King Bodhisattva, Kong Xuan!

...(End of chapter)