Longzang

Chapter 1143 Time Flies, Part 2

Did all those agonizing days and nights that just passed not exist? Or did they actually happen, and I just happened to wake up in the same afternoon?
The King of Chu looked out the window. The same sunlight, the same brocade ribbons that had been stirred by the wind and had not yet returned to their original positions, instantly made him realize that it was still that same day.

The past few days and nights have passed like a dream, except that when I woke up, not only was my body still in the same world, but even time itself had not changed.

The King of Chu, being wise beyond his years, immediately understood that this must be the little monk's supernatural power. This power could actually make a person enter a dream without realizing it, experience the cycle of life and death in the dream, yet prevent time from passing; it was truly terrifying.

He was suddenly gripped by a deep sense of fear. If he fell into the hands of the young monk, he would likely be powerless to resist. Moreover, the young monk had never said that what he said was necessarily true.

However, it was too late; the King of Chu had already agreed, just as he had done outside the palace walls that day.

The young monk suddenly revealed a mysterious smile and said, "It seems this humble monk has some luck. Benefactor, please come with me now."

The scenery before the King of Chu shifted, and in an instant he found himself in an unfamiliar world. This world should have been filled with bubbling springs, the sound of Buddhist chants, and crystal-clear trees everywhere, but now several bottomless ravines appeared on the ground, with faint flames rising from their depths, and endless screams echoing in the wind.

Ahead lay a colossal mountain that filled the entire field of vision, perhaps a million feet high, so large that neither heaven nor earth could contain it. Most of the mountain was shrouded in deep blue clouds, obscuring its true form.

At the foot of the mountain, the clouds and mist suddenly parted, revealing a stream winding its way down the mountain. However, the stream water was a dark yellow, viscous and oily, and floating in it was a pale white object, which appeared to be a human bone.

The King of Chu was startled. When he tried to look more closely, the clouds and mist had already closed in, and he could no longer see the mountain scenery.

"Is that Mount Ling?"

The young monk smiled and slowly said, "Brother Guangzhi, you've reincarnated so many times, how come you don't even recognize Mount Ling? Today, Brother Guangzhi's golden body has returned to its rightful place. When I attain enlightenment in the future, at least half the credit will go to you. It's getting late. Now that we're at Mount Ling, please return to your rightful place!"

Suddenly, the clouds in the sky parted, revealing a vast expanse of brilliant golden light, like a boundless ocean, hundreds of thousands of miles wide, so magnificent that it inspired despair.

From the center of the golden ocean, a thin ray of Buddhist light shot out and landed on the King of Chu, instantly dissolving his body and soul. At the same time, multiple figures in different worlds also disappeared.

When the Buddha's light dissipated, all that remained where the King of Chu had stood was a crystal the size of a soybean, radiating seven-colored divine light.

Upon first seeing the seven colors, the young monk's face lit up with joy, but upon seeing the size of the crystals, his expression immediately darkened. For the first time, he lost his composure and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "Little finger relic!"

He had meticulously planned and patiently waited until this day, taking advantage of the chaos in the heavens to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Only by being a Buddhist disciple could he bring the reincarnation of an Arhat back to the Pure Land. He thought he had accomplished his great task, but he never expected that all he would bring back was a relic of his little finger.

At this moment, the relic's aura swirled, and Wei Yuan's figure suddenly appeared in the air, looking at the little monk with an expressionless face. After a single glance, Wei Yuan's figure slowly disappeared.

Only after Wei Yuan's figure disappeared did the young monk come to his senses, a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes. He calmed down, bent down to pick up the Arhat relic, and put it into his robes. Although it was just a relic, it was still the greatest acquisition he had made in hundreds of years, and he had to take it.

The young monk was walking towards Mount Ling when he suddenly stopped and looked back down. In his eyes appeared the figure of Consort Yuan, seemingly asleep!
His expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously took a step forward, but Consort Yuan's figure vanished into thin air.

Above the azure sky, Wei Yuan pointed a single finger at Xu Shuhe, the endless radiance causing Xu Shuhe's protective immortal aura to falter. In just a few breaths, Xu Shuhe had already begun to ignite his third grotto-heaven.

Initially, the immortals were either calm or relaxed. Even after Xu Shuhe unleashed his grotto-heaven, they didn't think Wei Yuan was particularly powerful; they simply felt Xu Shuhe was too weak. How strong could an old man, forced to burn his grotto-heaven by a young man who had just entered the Imperial Realm, possibly be?
However, Xu Shuhe's entire grotto-heaven couldn't even last three breaths before the immortals began to realize the terrifying power of Wei Yuan's attack. Many immortals thought to themselves that even if they went all out, they probably wouldn't be much stronger than Wei Yuan's attack.

At this moment, Wei Yuan remained calm and composed. Countless rays of light rose from the azure sky, gathered around him, and then transformed into a long river, attacking Xu Shuhe. For a moment, all the immortals had the illusion that the light was inexhaustible.

Several immortals skilled in human fortune were the first to change color. They had discovered that the proportion of mortals in the Azure Netherworld who could contribute fortune and wishes was dozens or even hundreds of times that of the countries outside!
Wei Yuan's attack was equivalent to wielding the full power of one of the nine kingdoms; how could an ordinary immortal withstand it?
Xu Shuhe had already realized this, his forehead veins bulging as he desperately tried to hold on. If he couldn't drag Wei Yuan down with him, then his death would be utterly meaningless, and the Xu family of Northern Qi would have to lie low for who knows how many more years.

Xu Shuhe not only burned down the cave heaven, but also began to activate the immortal treasures.

Almost all the mortals in the Azure Netherworld who could step forward had already done so. As a veteran immortal, how could he possibly be outlasted by Wei Yuan? As long as he could withstand the scouring of the radiant power of human vows, Wei Yuan would soon be unable to continue. At worst, he could escape back to his ancestral land and eke out a living. A living immortal was the greatest guarantee for the family.

At this moment, the radiance surrounding Wei Yuan was indeed decreasing significantly, indicating that this wave of attack was nearing its end. Just as the expressions of the immortals relaxed and Xu Shuhe also breathed a sigh of relief, Wei Yuan suddenly looked up at the sky.

There were many immortals present, but none of them knew where Wei Yuan was looking. They only vaguely sensed that Wei Yuan seemed to have changed, becoming profound, lofty, and terrifyingly calm.

Wei Yuan turned around and looked at Xu Shuhe.

Xu Shuhe suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and seemed to see a green lamp in front of Wei Yuan. Beside the lamp sat a skeleton. The lamplight was dim, emitting a faint green glow, which reflected a hint of green into Wei Yuan's eyes. A few points of light from the radiance Wei Yuan unleashed suddenly turned green as well, and abruptly passed through Xu Shuhe's immortal power barrier, sticking to his body.

Xu Shuhe burned the immortal power barrier formed by his cave heaven, immortal treasures, and even his own sea of ​​consciousness, but for some reason, it couldn't stop these few points of azure light at all, as if these few points of azure light didn't exist at all.

But when Qingying touched him, Xu Shuhe suddenly showed extreme terror and screamed!

His hair and beard suddenly turned completely white, large patches of which fell out. His skin lost its luster, his eyes became cloudy and dull, two streams of clear water flowed from his nose, and the skin on his neck oozed putrid sludge.

The surrounding immortals were also shocked to see this. Xu Shuhe's lifespan had come to an end!

Each of those few points of green light aged Xu Shuhe by several years, and when a few points of green light fell, he died on the spot.

This power did not originate from the rare and precious materials, but from Wei Yuan's divine abilities. These few points of emerald light actually possessed a trace of the power of time. They had passed through a few breaths ago, before the immortal power barrier was deployed, so they could pass through unimpeded.

Xu Shuhe had never heard of Wei Yuan's supernatural abilities related to time. Such abilities were extremely rare even among immortals, so he was completely unprepared and was struck by Wei Yuan, dying at the end of his lifespan.

Xu Shuhe's aged, decaying, and foul-smelling body swayed slightly before slowly falling towards the Azure Netherworld. The immortals' expressions changed once more. No matter how dilapidated Xu Shuhe's body was, it was still the body of an immortal. Once it fell into their hands, it could greatly enhance the foundation of their ancestral land.

Even more valuable is his undying true spirit, which carries the authority of the Great Dao. The original agreement was that after Xu Shuhe's demise, his true spirit would be returned to the Xu family. His immortal body would also be returned to the Xu family's ancestral land to increase the blessings of future generations.

But now that Xu Shuhe has been killed by Wei Yuan, especially after Wei Yuan had already killed Lü Changhe and used all his trump cards, the previous agreement is naturally invalid. Xu Shuhe's immortal body and true spirit should belong to the virtuous.

However, before the immortals could make a move, they suddenly felt a void in their hearts, as if they had missed something, but they couldn't quite put their finger on why.

But when they came to their senses, they found that Xu Shuhe's spirit had disappeared again!
The first time Lü Changhe's true spirit disappeared was one thing, but this time, with all the immortals present, Xu Shuhe's true spirit also vanished. It's almost certain that Wei Yuan was behind it, but no one knows how he did it.

There are unwritten rules in the immortal realm: if there are any strange or unrecognizable things, one should try to stay away from them.

However, although the immortals are all seasoned immortals, facing Wei Yuan, who is clearly exhausted and has two immortal bodies and two true spirits, as well as Qing Ming, whose wealth is comparable to that of a nation, they could probably take them all with a single strike. Such a foundation for countless generations—who could easily let it go?
At this point, there were enough chips on the table, and the existing players were extremely weak and had no more tricks up their sleeves. So, all the factions finally stopped hiding their true intentions and made their appearances.

Yan Shi raised his hand and pointed, sending two sword beams towards the two immortals. But Master Gu flicked his sleeve, blocking the sword beam aimed at him, and at the same time threw out a stone inkstone to block the other sword beam for the old monk Bujue.

Unbeknownst to them, the old monk seized the opportunity to shed a robe, leaving only a moon-white undergarment, and vanished. The robe he had removed was suddenly shredded to pieces by an invisible force.

The old monk groaned, but still managed to slip away and disappear.

At that moment, a sword flew from beyond the heavens, heading straight for the Azure Sky. Unexpectedly, the old monk suddenly appeared and pressed down the immortal sword with one hand.

The figure of Feng Hanzhou appeared on the immortal sword, angrily saying, "You old donkey, how dare you stop me?"

The old monk remained unmoved, put his palms together, and said, "Before I was reincarnated, this sword of yours could not go anywhere."

Feng Hanzhou sneered: "You think you can stop me, Feng? Do you think you can stop the White House Master?"

The old monk remained calm and said, "Benefactor Bai has a karmic connection with Buddha."

Feng Hanzhou's expression changed repeatedly, and he angrily said, "How could you be so insidious?!"

The old monk Xu said, "This move was made six hundred years ago and is only being used today. At that time, Palace Master Feng had only recently ascended to immortality, so it's normal that he couldn't see it, so there's no need to be upset."

Feng Hanzhou stopped speaking and focused on fighting the old monk. Bizarre images kept appearing around them, and the battle became increasingly dangerous.

Above the azure sky, the immortals no longer hesitated and began to employ their respective methods.

(End of this chapter)