I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

In the vast emptiness, there are strange and wondrous sights.

As the saying goes, those below the Foundation Establishment stage run themselves ragged, while those above it can move their bodies with a single thought.

In the void, a single step could take you ten miles to the mortal realm.

"Nothing special, just a bit dazzling."

Shu Yan stood on the void, her clear and cold voice sounding somewhat ethereal.

Chai Wu strode ahead, clearing the way, his blood-red aura forcefully pushing aside the strange, turbulent currents that tried to approach.

He looked down.

"We've arrived at Langdang Mountain."

According to common knowledge in the cultivation world.

Where a Foundation Establishment Demon King resides, the scene reflected in the void should be filled with demonic energy and pillars of blood-red light.

But what I see before me.

The golden light was pure and vast, showing no sign of evil.

Even more ethereal chanting could penetrate the walls, faintly reaching one's ears.

"vomit......"

Shu Yan gagged, her brows furrowed.

Instinctively, she felt a sense of disgust and irritation that came from the depths of her soul.

It's like a wild, untamed monkey suddenly being fitted with an inappropriate golden headband.

Something's not right.

Shu Yan suppressed her discomfort and used her divine sense to instantly cover the entire Langdang Mountain, following the connection between the void and the present world.

Halfway up the mountain, inside a dry and spacious grotto.

The Iron-Maned Demon King, who should have been feasting on man-eating monsters, was kneeling on the ground.

Its enormous, ugly body was curled up, and its once savage pig eyes now revealed a strange piety.

In front of it was a handsome young monk.

A golden light flickered between the little monk's eyebrows, and he opened and closed his lips, chanting scriptures in a low voice.

As he chanted, the pig demon's expression became increasingly intoxicated, and he even grunted along with the rhythm, which was utterly absurd.

"Is this the Foundation Establishment Demon King?"

Shu Yan was somewhat stunned.

The little monk, who had been chanting sutras with his eyes closed, paused.

"Um?"

He seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Thump!"

The images in Shu Yan's mind shattered, and she only caught a fleeting glimpse of a phantom, angry Dharma image behind her.

Wrathful Vajra, Demon-Subduing King!

"hiss."

Shu Yan let out a painful groan, covered her forehead with both hands, and swayed.

"Junior sister?!"

Chai Wu reacted quickly, catching her in his arms, his rugged face filled with anxiety: "Were you tricked?"

He was just about to ask if they should just go and kill them.

But then Shu Yan slowly raised her head.

For a moment, Chai Wu was stunned.

On the junior sister's aloof and stunningly beautiful face, her features were subtly distorted.

His eyes were no longer the clear black and white they usually were; instead, they were surrounded by a fierce, golden rim.

Furthermore, her expression lacked some of the rationality of a "human" and gained more of the arrogance and wildness of an "ape."

His lips unconsciously parted to reveal his fangs, as if he wanted to... bite someone?

"Sizzle."

Before Chai Wu could react, the void in front of him was violently torn apart.

Golden light surged in, sweeping away the surrounding chaotic currents.

"Amitabha."

A single Buddhist chant, like a resounding bell, can make one's eardrums ache.

The young monk Juexin stepped barefoot into the vast emptiness.

The Buddhist saying goes: "The Vajra has wrathful eyes, so it subdues the four demons; the Bodhisattva has lowered his brows, so he has compassion for the six realms."

But today's awakened mind is not compassionate.

Behind him, the Iron-Maned Demon King, as imposing as a mountain, followed closely.

It also put its hands together like a monk, holding a nine-ringed broadsword between its palms, and its face was full of a stiff yet benevolent smile.

When Juexin saw Shuyan, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

For no reason at all.

One wanted to pin the woman to the ground, forcibly convert her, and chant the mantra of the Tightening-Headband Ten Thousand Times over her...

No, the urge to use the calming mantra grew wildly.

"evildoer?"

Juexin murmured softly.

"You bald-headed monk..."

Shu Yan's eyes shone brightly with golden light. She gritted her teeth and squeezed out three words.

His eyes were filled with a fierce, intense rage, as if he were about to pull out a stick and smash the other man's bald head.

Chai Wu's heart skipped a beat.

Although I don't know why my junior sister's personality suddenly changed so drastically.

But as the senior brother, his instinct made him step to the side and shield Shu Yan's slender figure behind him.

He looked at the strange combination opposite him, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said in a deep voice:

"Young master, I am Chai Wu of the Guanhua Sect."

"My junior sister and I have come here only because we have no past grievances or present conflicts with you. Please do us a favor and leave as soon as possible."

First courtesy, then force.

Chai Wu may look simple-minded, but he's not stupid. This monk has a sinister air about him, so it's best not to act impulsively.

My heart remained unmoved.

My gaze pierced through Chai Wu's skin and saw the powerful blood and energy surging within, like the Yangtze River.

They also noticed the faint shadow of the majestic Mount Sumeru behind Chai Wu, as well as the guardian deity.

Mount Sumeru is the center of the Buddhist world and the king of all mountains.

A golden light flashed in Juexin's eyes.

A verse, spoken almost without thinking, just slipped out:

"Benefactor, you have a karmic connection with Buddha."

Chai Wu's face instantly darkened.

Destined?

What kind of fate is that!

He finally had a wife and kids, and had just calmed down his passionate lover, and now this bald monk wants him to become a monk?

"Sir, please don't make such a joke."

Chai Wu's voice deepened, his hand reaching for the hilt of the heavy sword behind him, his tone chilling:

"I told you, we don't want to make enemies with you. We just want this mountain, and the people can get out."

Juexin sighed softly and shook her head with some regret:

"Enough, enough, enough. The time is not right, we cannot force it."

"You may leave now, benefactor."

As he spoke, he flicked his finger, pointing directly at Shu Yan, who was baring her teeth behind Chai Wu. His tone suddenly turned cold, like the clang of metal on metal:

"But this female benefactor is not suitable."

"This humble monk observes that she harbors deep-seated karmic sins and her mind is restless and unsettled. If left to run rampant, she will surely bring disaster to the people."

"She needs to leave with this humble monk, listen to the Buddha's teachings, and be converted day and night, in order to wash away her violent nature."

The air was deathly still.

Chai Wu kept his head down, and no one could see his expression.

What is Shu Yan to him?

She was the stubborn girl he had personally raised in his impoverished mountain village, and the hope of the sect he had sworn to protect.

"Conversion?"

Chai Wu smiled.

He raised his hands and slammed them into the surrounding void!

"boom!"

A muffled thud.

Visible cracks spread throughout the void.

Although it was quickly repaired by the rules, the sense of power that erupted in that instant was breathtaking.

Deep within the Qi Sea, the Heavenly Gate opens wide, and Qi and blood flow like mercury.

A layer of menacing black and red armor covered his entire body, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of rocks rubbing against each other.

His eyes no longer held any trace of naivety, only the rage of a prehistoric beast.

"You bald-headed monk."

"Trying to mess with my junior sister?"

"I'll twist your shiny bald head off and use it as a football!"

Faced with the ferocity, Juexin did not retreat but advanced, his face revealing a tragic and fanatical spirit of "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Stubborn and obstinate."

He clasped his hands together, his eyes lowered.

"In that case, benefactor, then... thank you for your trouble."

Behind him, a three-headed, six-armed figure holding a vajra suddenly solidified.

The Iron-Maned Demon King also rose with a sinister grin.

It pulled a gleaming broadsword from behind its rear, its mouth full of fangs flashing coldly, as if to say:

"Buddha said that sending you to the Western Paradise is also an act of compassion!"