I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

"Senior! Senior!"

Feng Xuanzi was completely unaware that he had just narrowly escaped death. Seeing the man's dazed expression, he quickly pressed his advantage, urging, "As long as you, senior, manage to trap the City God of Xingsha City, our grand plan will surely succeed! At that time, we will seize the opportunities of the Underworld, and perhaps we can even resurrect your wife and daughters!"

The Old Immortal of Penglai snapped back to reality, his gaze piercing Feng Xuanzi like an icy blade, his tone devoid of any warmth: "You... are you trying to use me?"

Feng Xuanzi trembled with fright, his soul nearly leaving his body. He hurriedly waved his hands in denial, his voice trembling with panic: "How dare I! This junior was merely discussing matters with senior. If senior is unwilling, this junior will take his leave immediately and would not dare to disturb you!"

ridiculous!

The Old Immortal of Penglai has lived for thousands of years, understands the secrets of heaven, and is a wise man of old age. In his eyes, Feng Xuanzi's little tricks are no different from those of a clown jumping around. He saw through the essence of the matter at a glance!

"Since you dared to bring this up, you must be certain that I won't refuse!"

His tone was sharp, each word like a knife: "Sometimes, this kind of blatant, overt scheme is more despicable than a sinister plot!"

"No wonder the divination indicated you were an unwelcome guest; it turns out you wanted this old man to confront the gods of the underworld!"

"To confront the gods of the underworld with a mortal body (though an immortal, not yet a deity) is nothing short of courting death!"

His voice grew increasingly sharp, and an overwhelming pressure swept across the entire area, shrouding the entire Hidden Immortal Mountain in a chilling aura!

All the birds and beasts in the mountains lay prostrate on the ground, trembling, not daring to even breathe; a fierce wind howled, bending the grass and trees, making them bow down in submission.

This is the wrath of the Celestial Venerable, comparable to the might of Heaven!

Feng Xuanzi was so frightened that his face turned ashen, his legs trembled, and he was filled with regret: It's over! This Penglai Immortal is not a good-tempered person at all; he is clearly a capricious and ruthless demon!

Thinking the Immortal of Penglai was about to kill him, he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, his voice so humble it was almost groveling: "This humble Taoist would never dare to scheme against you, Senior! If you are unwilling, this humble Taoist will leave now and never mention this matter again!"

At this moment, he was filled with regret. Who said that this Penglai Immortal was gentle and easy to talk to? He was clearly a ruthless character who was not to be trifled with!

A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall. Why did he make such a rash decision to come to this Hidden Immortal Mountain to his death?

"That's enough."

The Old Immortal of Penglai slowly closed his eyes, his tone filled with endless sorrow and determination: "Since you have laid out such a blatant scheme, it is clear that you do not allow me to refuse."

"My wife and daughters have passed away many years ago. I originally intended to spend the rest of my life in these mountains and reunite with them a thousand years later. However, I unexpectedly received a divine favor and was able to live for thousands of years."

"Thousands of years of cold and heat, what might be a carefree life for others, is, for this old man, a torment worse than death!"

"Fine, I'll go with you then!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a resolute determination, "If I can truly find a way to resurrect my wife and daughter, what does it matter if I sacrifice my thousand years of cultivation, even if my soul is scattered?!"

After saying this, he shook his head and sighed, then turned and walked into the thatched hut, clearly preparing to leave the mountain.

This... this means you've agreed?

Feng Xuanzi felt relieved and let out a long sigh of relief. But looking at the back of the old immortal from Penglai, he felt that the old immortal was unfathomable and he could not understand him at all.

But the old immortal's sorrowful words had inexplicably unsettled him, and he muttered to himself, "What's going on? This plan should be foolproof. The old immortal of Penglai is skilled in divination; could it be that he has sensed something?"

Growing increasingly uneasy, he mustered his courage and stepped forward, saying respectfully, "Senior, why not cast another divination? If this matter truly proves hopeless, we might as well give up!"

At this moment, the Old Immortal of Penglai was holding a divination board, his fingertips surging with spiritual energy as he rapidly performed divination.

In the blink of an eye, the hexagram was formed.

He glanced down at the divination result, his body jolted violently, and he felt dizzy. A mouthful of blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

"Perhaps, this is fate..."

He slowly tightened his grip on the divination chess pieces, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, regained his composure, and walked out slowly.

"The divination has already been performed, and the result is—very auspicious!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xuanzi was overjoyed and trembled with excitement. He no longer cared about the pale face of the Old Immortal of Penglai, his heart filled with the ecstasy of his successful plan.

Only the Old Immortal of Penglai knew in his heart: If this were truly auspicious, how wonderful that would be...

Before long, the Old Immortal of Penglai finished packing and followed Feng Xuanzi out of Hidden Immortal Mountain. This immortal who wanted to guard the mountain for a thousand years was eventually drawn into this earth-shattering game.

At the same time, Master Zhihong of Honglun Temple was riding on the Buddha's light, speeding towards the northwest. In the distance, he saw the vast sea of ​​blood that blotted out the sky and emitted a foul stench.

His brow furrowed, a flash of undisguised disgust crossing his eyes, as he muttered under his breath, "Such a filthy place exists in this world; it truly offends my eyes!"

He was a highly virtuous monk with a pure heart, and he detested such wicked and filthy places. However, he never expected that a careless remark would lead to his death.

These words were overheard by the creatures in the sea of ​​blood!

The next second, the sea of ​​blood surged violently, and dozens of men with ferocious faces and ugly figures burst out of the ground. Each of them had a blue face and fangs and exuded a fierce aura.

They're actually from the Asura race!

The Asuras' eyes instantly blazed with overwhelming fighting spirit, and they roared fiercely, "That bald bastard! How dare he insult the Asura clan's mountain gate! He's courting death!"

"Kill him! Crush his bones and scatter their ashes to honor the Asura clan!"

"Baldy, don't run! Prepare to die!"

The Asura race is inherently violent and fearless, so how could they tolerate being insulted by outsiders?

Without a word, they launched a fierce attack. Dozens of menacing figures, carrying a world-destroying aura, rushed straight towards Master Zhihong!

Master Zhihong was startled, his face filled with astonishment: "This humble monk was only just at the edge of the Blood Sea, how could there be Asuras here?"

He was filled with shock: it was said that the Asura race only existed in the central area of ​​the Blood Sea, but now it had spread to the edge. The speed of reproduction was simply terrifying!

Without a second thought, he clasped his hands together, silently chanted scriptures, and instantly a dazzling dragon and elephant light appeared around him. The sound of the dragon and elephant roaring together resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and a golden protective shield instantly formed, firmly protecting him.

"Please calm your anger, everyone!"

Master Zhihong quickly spoke up, his tone calm, "This humble monk's words were unintentional and had no intention of insulting the Asura race. I apologize to everyone and humbly request that you all hear what this humble monk has to say!"

But the Asura race is inherently cruel, so why would they listen to his explanation?

The leader of the Asuras roared angrily, "I won't listen! Enough nonsense, let's fight first! If you win, you can say whatever you want; if you lose, you'll just have to die!"

The Asura race are born battle maniacs. They have a special physique, are tireless, and become stronger the more they fight. Moreover, they are stubborn and will never give up easily once they start fighting.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Asuras surged out of the sea of ​​blood, each with red eyes, roaring as they rushed over, their ferocious aura blotting out the sky, surrounding Master Zhihong.

Master Zhihong sighed helplessly, his anger rising within him: "Fine, fine. Since you gentlemen insist on fighting, then this humble monk has no choice but to accompany you to the end. Do you really think this humble monk is easy to bully?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and his body was filled with Buddhist light. A huge phantom of an Arhat appeared behind him, with wide-open eyes and an overwhelming aura!

The illusory figure of the Arhat slowly raised his fist and unleashed a powerful punch. The Buddha's light shone brightly, the sound was deafening, and a world-destroying force instantly swept across the entire arena.

Hundreds of Asuras were forced back by this punch, and dozens of the weaker ones were severely injured by the force of the punch, screaming as they fell straight into the sea of ​​blood.

But who would have thought that this attack not only failed to repel the Asuras, but instead made them even more excited, their roars became more and more shrill, and the fighting spirit in their eyes became more and more intense!

More and more Asuras emerged from the sea of ​​blood, countless in number, including several powerful auras that could rival Master Zhihong.

Clearly, a powerful member of the Asura race has arrived!

"These lunatics!"

Master Zhihong was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He knew that if the fight continued, even if he won, he would pay a heavy price. He immediately tore off a piece of his kasaya, and with spiritual power surging at his fingertips, he quickly wrote his purpose on the kasaya.

After finishing writing, he suddenly threw the robe forward and shouted sternly, "My purpose for coming is written on this robe. You all should take heed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't linger. He turned around and, stepping on the Buddha's light, fled in a panic with all his might. He didn't want to fight to the death with this group of lunatics!

The Asuras were not about to give up. They roared and chased after him for thousands of miles until they could no longer catch up with Master Zhihong. Only then did they reluctantly stop and return to the Blood Sea.

"Not enough! So unsatisfying!"

A tall Asura roared, "That bald guy is quite strong, but he's too scared to fight us to the death; he runs faster than a rabbit!"

Above the sea of ​​blood, countless Asura men and women, each with a face full of dissatisfaction, kept complaining.

They had hoped for a good fight, but in the end, it all ended in a disappointing failure.

At this moment, someone picked up the piece of kasaya left behind by Master Zhihong and carefully handed it to the Asura clan chief.