Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

Just as the two elders of the Heavenly Sword Profound Sect fell into Xia Jin's hands.

A similar major event occurred at the Kasyapa Temple in the Western Regions.

The Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect was standing suspended in mid-air above the Kasyapa Temple.

After leaving the Valley of Immortality in the northern frontier, he traveled all the way to the western regions and encountered almost no significant resistance.

Those sects from the Western Regions were utterly powerless against him. He only paused slightly when he stood before the Kasyapa Temple.

To his surprise, the old bald monk standing outside the mountain gate actually withstood three of his moves.

Given his strength, he could easily wipe out a second-rate sect on the Tianqi Continent. Ordinary terrestrial immortals would have no power to resist him either.

"Interesting." The Grand Elder's lips curled slightly upward, but his eyes were icy cold. "You are the first person in the Eastern Xuan Continent to have survived three moves against me."

The head monk Lian Sheng looked rather grim. The once brilliant Buddhist light emanating from the eighth-grade golden lotus platform floating before him had dimmed considerably.

The Buddha relic in his hand had also exhausted most of its Buddha power.

"Amitabha." Abbot Liansheng put his hands together in prayer. "Your murderous intent is too strong. If you continue to act recklessly, you may incur boundless karmic consequences."

"Hahahaha, karma?" The Grand Elder laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, his laughter full of sarcasm. "Bald monk, your Buddhist doctrines of cause and effect and reincarnation are only good for fooling ordinary people. You think you can use them to bind me?"

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

In an instant, the world changed color.

Above his palm, a long, jet-black spear materialized. The sheer power emanating from its form caused the buildings of Kasyapa Temple to sway violently.

The head monk Lian Sheng's body sank a foot downwards, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore." Lian Sheng maintained his clasped hands with difficulty. "Benefactor, your cultivation is extraordinary, you should know that the cycle of heaven is endless and retribution is inevitable. If you destroy my Buddhist lineage today, you will surely be haunted by inner demons in the future."

"Shut up!"

The elder roared, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

The black spear in his palm spun faster, its tip condensing into a blinding starlight. "Bald monk, your stalling is useless. Today, not even your Buddha himself could save Kasyapa Temple!"

He didn't give Lian Sheng a chance to speak again until he finished speaking.

The palm of the hand that was pressing down suddenly pressed down!

"boom!"

The black spear transformed into a silver meteor. Before the spear even arrived, the air pressure had already reached it, and the roof of the remaining main hall of Kasyapa Temple collapsed with a roar, and sections of the temple walls fell down.

"Do you really intend to destroy my Kasyapa Temple?!" Abbot Liansheng roared, and the eighth-grade golden lotus platform trembled violently. A huge golden lotus phantom, with its petals layered upon layer, blocked the spear.

The head monk Lian Sheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, but managed to steady himself.

"The First Seat!"

Four cries of grief rang out simultaneously.

The four abbots who had been standing by Abbot Liansheng could no longer care about anything else and landed beside Abbot Liansheng.

The four of them sat down cross-legged at the same time, extending both palms and pressing them against Lian Sheng's back. Pure Buddhist power flowed continuously into Lian Sheng's body.

With the blessing of the same source of Buddhist power, Lian Sheng's pale face regained a trace of color.

He looked at the spear in the sky, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes.

"It's no use..." Abbot Liansheng took a deep breath and continued to control the eighth-grade golden lotus platform. "You all go quickly, I'll hold him off first."

"As long as the abbot lives, Kasyapa Temple lives!" one of the abbots roared, his eyes bloodshot. "Even if we are annihilated today, we will not retreat a single step!"

"Hmph! Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly overestimating your own strength!"

In the sky, the Grand Elder looked down at the few people struggling to their deaths, his eyes filled with no pity, only contempt.

"Since you all want to die together, I will grant your wish."

He clasped his hands together and pressed down again.

The spear, which had been hovering in mid-air, suddenly trembled and fiercely stabbed down at the thin golden light barrier below!

"boom!!!"

The light screen trembled violently and shattered after only a moment.

All four abbots coughed up blood and flew backward.

The head monk Lian Sheng watched as the silver streak of light rapidly enlarged in his pupils.

ended.

The thousand-year-old tradition of Kasyapa Temple is ultimately going to be destroyed in its own hands.

He closed his eyes and softly chanted his last Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha..."

However, just as the silver spear was about to pierce the head of Abbot Liansheng...

"Buzz..."

A slight tremor came from deep within the Kasyapa Temple.

"Hmm?" The elder frowned, and his movements unconsciously slowed down slightly.

The silver spear hovered three inches in front of the head monk Lian Sheng's brow.

"What's that sound?" The Grand Elder looked towards the depths of Kasyapa Temple.

Inside a stone pagoda at this moment in Kasyapa Temple.

The first floor inside the tower.

In the most inconspicuous corner of this floor, a stone Buddha that has been covered in dust for a long time stands quietly.

At this moment, the stone Buddha is undergoing a strange transformation.

First, a crack quietly appeared on the tip of the index finger of the stone Buddha's lowered right hand, which was forming a mudra.

"Click."

Soon, the cracks spread rapidly.

Wherever the cracks passed, the stone surface began to peel off, falling piece by piece to the ground.

A few breaths later, his entire right arm was fully revealed.

The peeling of the stone skin did not stop.

The cracks spread from the right arm to the shoulder, then to the torso, left arm, legs, and finally the entire head.

"Click, click..."

The peeling sounds grew more frequent and louder.

Soon the true form inside the stone statue was revealed: a thin old monk. As the last piece of stone peeled away, the eyes that had been closed for countless years slowly opened.

He did not rise, but merely gazed towards the gate of Kasyapa Temple. The next moment, his seated figure rippled slightly like a reflection in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, and suddenly vanished.

When it reappeared, the figure was already standing in front of the head monk, Lian Sheng.

With his back to the head monk Lian Sheng, he watched the black spear slowly descending from the sky, and with just one finger, he gently touched the tip of the spear.

The black spear that even the combined might of Abbot Liansheng and the four supervisors could not withstand was annihilated inch by inch from the tip of the spear with a mere touch of this finger.

The pressure on Abbot Lian Sheng and the others completely disappeared as the spear dissipated.

"Where did this guy come from?" The elder looked at the old monk in front of him, his pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, a look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on his face.

At this moment, Abbot Liansheng and the four supervisors beside him all stared wide-eyed at the back of the figure blocking their way.