Gentlemen, it's time to enter the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Chapter 130 Avenging a Grievance

Chen Ye looked at the high platform from afar, and the monks on the platform also noticed Chen Ye and the Venerable One flying in the sky.

Chen Ye immediately felt pressure on his body; there must be cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage on this high platform.

But as soon as Chen Ye sensed the threat, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand shone brightly, like a golden sun hanging in the sky.

Such intense light suppressed the yin energy emanating from the ruins below.

Who would have thought that a magical artifact for collecting wandering spirits could be so masculine and righteous?

Chen Yezai gripped the Myriad Soul Banner tightly. To deal with a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator was an impossible task for Chen Yezai. Even if the cultivator was severely injured and on the verge of death, it was still not something a Qi Sea Realm cultivator like Chen Yezai could provoke.

But with this Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, everything is completely different.

Chen Ye carefully sensed the wondrous uses of the Myriad Souls Banner, and soon a smile appeared on his face.

With a gentle wave of his hand, countless golden rays shot out from the Myriad Souls Banner, like meteors falling to earth, transforming into a curtain of light that enveloped the tower below.

These are not golden lights, but lights formed by the condensation of yin energy.

When yang reaches its extreme, yin arises; when yin reaches its extreme, yang is formed. This Myriad Soul Banner has reached the realm of yin-yang transformation.

In addition, Chen Ye felt as if he were connected with the thoughts of all the Yin spirits in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. He could hear the cries of each Yin spirit and also convey his thoughts to all the Yin spirits.

Chen Ye said in a deep voice, "Everyone, please hear me out. The demon of the Nirvana Sect set up a refining formation, causing your families to be destroyed and your lives to be taken, and you to suffer endless torment. Now your enemy is right before you. If you want to settle your scores and avenge your grievances, then listen to my command!"

This kind of heartfelt communication is without any obstacles or secrets.

All the spirits could sense Chen Ye's sincerity, and almost all of them responded with a resounding roar.

Chen Ye laughed loudly and pointed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner forward.

Tens of thousands of spirits surged out of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner like a torrent, rushing towards the tower.

The dead souls blotted out the sky, but they were no longer the ones wailing in agony. Instead, they were all draped in golden light and wielding various magical artifacts.

Indeed, in an instant, those tens of thousands of souls were also able to use the divine soul secret techniques taught by Chen Ye.

However, it wasn't that they learned it; rather, Yang Chongguang and the other Yin soldiers shared what they had learned with other Yin spirits, thus enabling everyone to master this secret technique.

Not only that, the spirit of the artifact, Bai Yueguang, was even more delighted, flying in mid-air and directing these yin spirits to arrange their troops and form a battle formation.

The torrent of light and shadow quickly changed form, transforming into a soaring and roaring giant dragon.

A dragon's roar shook the tower so badly it seemed about to collapse.

The demon atop the tower screamed in terror. Some began chanting scriptures to protect themselves with supernatural powers, while others unleashed various spells to strike the giant dragon.

But no matter what kind of attack it is, it only creates ripples.

The dragon was simply an illusion, but it was so realistic that they couldn't tell the difference.

The giant dragon coiled and soared, spewing flames that set the tower ablaze.

Chen Ye could see several Nirvana Sect demons engulfed in flames, howling as they fell from the tower.

Bai Yueguang was originally a spirit carefully cultivated by the Mirage Sect, with extremely high attainments in illusion. Now, tens of thousands of Yin spirits are connected to his will, and he can command them as easily as if they were his own arms. The illusions he creates are so realistic that they are indistinguishable from the real thing.

When you cannot see through this illusion, the injuries you suffer will become real.

A burst of flame burned several demons to ashes, and the dragon coiled around the tower like a giant python, crushing it into pieces with a single, powerful pull.

The tower collapsed, and everyone fell in a sorry state. Several more demons, whose injuries were too severe, died instantly, while only one demon, whose body was radiating golden light, was able to fly in mid-air.

Clearly, this was the expert at the Nascent Soul stage.

However, half of his head was gone, his white brain exposed, and his body was in an even worse state, with a layer of flesh scraped away, and half of his body had become bones.

Despite his miserable appearance, he could still fly in mid-air, his golden light incredibly strong enough to withstand the dragon's flames.

The white moonlight and the illusionary dragon that controlled it fought fiercely for a long time, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.

The monk suddenly began chanting a mantra: "Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot! How dare these beasts harm people? Don't they know that Heaven cherishes life?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of golden light appeared on the man's body, blocking the dragon's raging flames.

Chen Ye laughed. "Another 'open mouth Zen' technique. Why do so many people in the Nirvana Sect like to practice this supernatural power?"
Chen Ye thought for a moment and then used the Myriad Souls Banner to send out his questions.

The dragon opened its mouth and uttered a deep voice: "Indeed, Heaven cherishes life. Your Nirvana Sect has sacrificed the blood of tens of thousands of people. Today, I will punish you on behalf of Heaven."

The monk with the half-headed head sneered, "Ordinary people don't understand what life or death is. They live a life of petty struggles, repeating the same things day after day, which is no different from death. Refining them is to liberate them and free them from this sea of ​​suffering in the human world; this is compassion."

Under another layer of golden light, this open-mouthed Zen is so shameless. No matter if you argue sophistry or make unreasonable claims, as long as you utter the words, you can envelop yourself in golden light and become impervious to all laws.

However, Chen Ye was prepared and said to the old monk, "Not bad, not bad, what a compassionate heart. Since you know that the human world is a sea of ​​suffering, and look at you now, covered in wounds, still floating in this sea of ​​suffering, quickly enter my Emperor's Banner, and I will help you get out of this sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible."

The old monk seemed surprised that Chen Ye would say such a thing. In the past, when he debated with others, they would always try to refute the Nirvana School's reasoning. This was truly the first time he had seen someone agree with this reasoning.

But a single sentence could not shake his caution. The old monk continued, "So we are all of the same ilk. Since that is the case, why do you have to press me so hard? Your Ten Thousand Souls Banner has collected countless souls, all of whom are those we have refined. You have received the grace of my Nirvana Sect and should be grateful. Not only did you not heal my wounds, but you also attacked me. You are truly an ungrateful wretch."

"That's not right. Old monk, haven't you heard the saying that kindness can turn into enmity? A debt of gratitude is too great to repay in a lifetime, and then guilt will arise in your heart, which will eventually become a demon in your heart. If you are compassionate, you should understand that this demon in your heart is hard to get rid of. You should just take your own life. If you die, I won't have to repay this debt of gratitude. I can get rid of my demon in my heart, and you can also help me to attain great liberation and bliss. That would be a great merit."

"You..." The old monk had never seen such a shameless person in his entire life.

Chen Ye didn't give him a chance and continued, "What? You said it yourself: refining people and killing people is to save people from suffering, it's out of compassion. I want to save you from suffering, but you keep making excuses and won't let me repay your kindness. What kind of logic is that?"

The old monk was thinking about how to refute it when the dragon opened its mouth and spat out a ball of flame.

His golden body was broken in two places. Although he could still barely hold on, half of his brain had been cut off, so his thinking was not very sharp. His thoughts were interrupted by Chen Ye's dragon flame, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

“You are still stubbornly clinging to your delusions. You know perfectly well that death will free you from the sea of ​​suffering, yet you insist on clinging to it. I see that you are full of sins and have no desire to become a Buddha. In that case, let me give you a good whack on the head on behalf of the Buddha.”

With a flick of its tail, the dragon struck the old monk's golden body, slamming him into the ground.

The golden statue shattered, the last layer of protection vanished, and the old monk coughed up blood, gasping for breath, "This humble monk... Buddha... Buddha has mercy..."

Unfortunately, Chen Ye was too lazy to listen to him and said loudly, "Everyone, repay grievances and settle scores, and good and evil will eventually be rewarded. This is the Buddhist principle."

Countless evil spirits surged up, completely engulfing the old monk.

They devoured flesh and blood, broke bones and shattered tendons, and in a short time, this old monk at the Nascent Soul stage perished.

The moment the fragmented soul appeared, the evil spirits swarmed forward, giving him no chance to possess and be reborn, tearing him to pieces and swallowing him whole.

Chen Ye laughed and said, "This is true cause and effect."

Looking back at the Lord, they found that he had already disappeared. After searching around, they discovered that he had run to the foot of the tower.

Sensing Chen Ye looking at him, the Venerable One turned around and waved, calling out to Chen Ye, "Come down quickly, the entrance to the treasure vault is right here, just dig down and you'll find it!"

(End of this chapter)