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

"You...you are..." Abbot Liansheng finally saw the old monk's face clearly and swallowed hard.

"Disciple Liansheng...pays respects to Venerable Miaodi! We warmly welcome the return of the tenth abbot!"

The voice of Abbot Liansheng rang in the ears of the four supervisors like a thunderclap.

The tenth abbot! Venerable Myo-ta!

The legendary figure of Kassapa Temple, who was believed by the people of Kassapa Temple to have long since passed away a thousand years ago, has actually awakened and reappeared in the world when the sect was destroyed!

With tears in their eyes, the four abbots followed Elder Liansheng and bowed to the old monk.

In the sky, the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Profound Sect suddenly changed his expression, but he didn't seem too afraid of the suddenly appearing Venerable Miaodi, even though the other party had easily deflected his black spear.

After all, as the Grand Elder of a top power in the Tianqi Continent, he had seen many powerful figures, so why would he take the cultivators from this "remote and impoverished" Eastern Xuan Continent seriously?

"Hmph! All you do is play tricks!"

A fierce glint flashed in the elder's eyes, and he suddenly spread his hands out towards the sky!

Countless streams of spiritual energy surged wildly upwards towards him, and that terrifying pressure once again enveloped the entire Kasyapa Temple.

One, two, three...

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of black spears condensed and took shape above his head.

The aura emanating from each spear was in no way weaker than the previous attack that was enough to destroy a temple and an entire sect!

Hundreds of black spears hung above the Kasyapa Temple, forming a dark, imposing mass.

"How is this possible? Could this be his true strength?" The hopes that Abbot Lian Sheng and the four supervisors had just begun to have were instantly dashed.

Even though they were full of confidence in Venerable Miaodi's strength, the spear summoned by the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Profound Sect earlier was something they couldn't withstand even with all their strength.

If hundreds of black spears suddenly appeared and were fired simultaneously... the power would be unimaginable.

However, the Venerable Miaodi, standing at the very front, looked at the Grand Elder in the void, his aged face remaining calm and composed.

"It seems you still refuse to repent! In that case, this old monk will help you!!"

Venerable Miaodi clasped his hands together, and a swastika symbol suddenly appeared on his forehead. The Buddhist light emanating from his body grew stronger and stronger, even beginning to affect the fierce aura emanating from the Grand Elder.

Then, he raised his thin, bony right hand and gently pressed it against the empty space in front of him.

But it was this gentle press that made it possible.

"Buzz!"

Throughout the world and the entire Western Regions, a grand and boundless chant resounded simultaneously.

In a small town in the Western Regions, a boy is holding a bowl of freshly brewed medicine, preparing to feed it to his father who is lying in a sickbed.

Suddenly, his hand trembled slightly, and then he looked suspiciously in the direction of Kasyapa Temple.

"Huh!? Dad, did you hear that sound just now?"

"It seems like I really did hear a voice just now." On the hospital bed, a somewhat thin middle-aged man struggled to sit up, his gaze also fixed on the window. "Although I couldn't hear clearly, I feel like I have gained some strength."

At this moment, the people of the entire Western Regions involuntarily put down what they were holding and all looked in the direction of Kasyapa Temple.

At the same time,

As Venerable Miaodi made his move, a giant golden hand took shape in the void!

With palms down, slowly lower your hands.

That overwhelming force made it seem as if the entire sky had sunk.

"What? This bald monk actually has such abilities!" The Grand Elder's previously dismissive gaze completely changed at this moment.

The sense of threat emanating from that golden palm print, which hadn't yet landed, was something he had only ever felt from one other person: Ling Juexiao, the leader of their Heavenly Sword Profound Sect!

"No...no! This old bald monk must be at his last gasp! As long as we can withstand this attack, this old bald monk will surely die!" The Grand Elder glanced at the slowly descending golden palm print, his eyelids beginning to twitch.

But he still took a deep breath, suppressed the unease in his heart, and suddenly swung his hands upwards!

Whoosh whoosh!

Hundreds of black spears transformed into hundreds of black streaks of light, shooting upwards and fiercely towards the slowly descending golden giant hand!

He wanted to smash that pretentious hand, along with that old bald monk's confidence, into dust!

However, what happened next left everyone speechless.

Those incredibly powerful black spears, upon contact with the Buddhist light emanating from the golden palm print, were like ice and snow thrown into a scorching furnace, silently disintegrating!

The black aura on the long hair quickly faded away, transforming into tiny golden particles of light that then merged into the enormous palm print!

"This... how is this possible?!" The Grand Elder exclaimed in shock, his face showing panic for the first time.

"No! I can't take this palm strike head-on, otherwise, even with my physical strength, I'll be severely injured!"

At this moment, the Grand Elder had only one thought in his mind: to temporarily avoid the limelight.

He believed that as long as he avoided this attack, he would still be the ultimate victor.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to move, he was shocked to find that his body was now tightly bound together by countless fine, golden threads of light!

He was firmly locked in place, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not break free even a fraction of an inch!

"Benefactor! If you had retreated from the beginning, you would still have had a chance. Unfortunately, you were too arrogant." Venerable Miaodi looked at the struggling elder and simply shook his head.

"No! You old bald monk, release me right now!" The Grand Elder roared in shock and rage.

The spiritual energy within him erupted without reservation, attempting to sever the golden threads binding him. But in the end, it was all in vain.

"Anger burns fiercely, one is entangled in the karma of killing, falls into boundless darkness, and obstructs the true path to enlightenment."

"Today, I have taken action to suppress you, hoping that you can go into seclusion to reflect on your mistakes and atone for your sins."

"A hundred years from now, if I am certain that you have attained enlightenment, I will let you leave."

As the Third Elder grew increasingly powerless to resist, Venerable Miaodi gently clenched his right hand.

The golden palm print also slowly tightened, quickly transforming into a golden sphere that completely enveloped the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Profound Sect.

"No!! You old bald monk, just you wait! Our Heavenly Sword Profound Sect will not let this go so easily!!"

The Grand Elder's final roar came to an abrupt halt.

The golden sphere grew smaller and smaller.

It quickly shrank to the size of an egg.

It landed steadily, finally resting on the outstretched palm of the Venerable Miaodi. On the surface of the sphere, a tiny human figure could be vaguely seen, remaining motionless in a state of shock and anger.

"Amitabha!" Venerable Miaodi put the golden ball of light into his sleeve and then softly chanted a Buddhist mantra.

There was a deathly silence in front of the gate of Kasyapa Temple.

The head monk Lian Sheng and the four supervisors all looked at Venerable Miao Di.

"You lot... all of you, come with me!"