A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

"puff--!"

Faming finally couldn't hold back any longer. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of scalding blood, which splashed onto the inner wall of the golden light shield in front of him, making a soft "hissing" sound and rising a wisp of green smoke.

I'm so angry.

I was just angry.

He finally understood that this little bastard in the sky was just like his third master, Zhou Langchen—a complete scoundrel!

The fighting is secondary; the main purpose is to disgust people! To disgust them to the extreme!

They get excited and feel good when they ruin your mental state and make you so angry you want to vomit blood!

Faming's monk's robe was already charred at the hem, burning his skin like it was being pricked with needles. The heat was so malevolent that it seemed to seep into his bones.

His head began to spin, his vision blurred, and his ears were ringing—half hot, half stuffy.

The breath in my chest is fire, whether I inhale it or exhale it.

Should we use the power of the divine treasure...?

The thought swirled in his muddled mind.

The Bodhisattva's fruition is incomplete, and the calamities of the Three Calamities are subtly stirring.

If the divine treasure is forcibly activated at this opportune moment, it could easily trigger a calamity.

The karmic fire that burns the body and soul will descend prematurely, turning him into a charred corpse from the inside out.

That would be a certain death, with no chance of even being reincarnated and starting anew.

but……

No, I have to die now!

They were roasted alive by this bizarre fire dragon purgatory, and driven to their deaths by that wicked brat.

Decades of planning and centuries of cultivation have all been swept away!

Either way... it's all the same—death!

An extremely violent and resentful aura suddenly erupted from the very bottom of Faming's nearly depleted heart!

Screw the rules and regulations! Screw the careful planning! Screw karma and destiny!

I am the abbot of Jinshan Temple! I am a divine being who has attained the Bodhisattva level!

How could I possibly die like a stray dog, cowardly and pathetic, in this desolate wilderness, at the hands of a mere brat who takes advantage of my power?!

"A...Ami...Buddha..."

His lips moved, and the Buddhist chant he uttered was dry and hoarse, lacking its usual tranquility and instead revealing a bloodthirsty ferocity.

Put yourself in a desperate situation... and you will survive!

Faming suddenly raised his head!

All the expressions on his face—

Anger twisted, resentment flushed red, unbearable shame, utter horror...

It was as if it had been wiped away by an invisible hand!

All that remained was a stagnant, icy expanse, and beneath that coldness, a wildly burning golden flame that seemed to burst forth from the pupils!

The flames dancing in his eyes were not the peaceful warmth of Buddha's light, but the prelude to destruction, a madness that risked everything, a choice between transcendence and eternal damnation...

The final decision!

His voice reached Ji Zuodao's ears clearly:

"Kid, do you think that by relying on the help of others and gaining a temporary advantage, you can secure victory?"

"Wrong."

"Completely wrong."

"You are ultimately just a Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator."

"Your ability to control the 'Lion Camel Ridge Yin-Yang Dome' by chance is already a stroke of luck."

"How could a mere child like you, who hasn't even scratched the surface of the Divine Realm, possibly comprehend its mysteries?"

"The difference between the Divine Treasure Realm and the Divine Power Realm is only one word, but the difference is like heaven and earth."

He slowly straightened his back, which had become somewhat hunched due to the high temperature and heavy pressure.

With a slow and solemn gesture, he brought his hands together again in front of his chest.

This simple action seemed to suck away the last bit of air around him, creating a chilling sense of stillness.

"The treasure of the gods, the treasure of the gods..."

"Myth... is all... hidden within!"

"The biggest difference between the Divine Treasury Realm and the Divine Power Realm lies in—"

"The divine treasure can draw upon the true mythical power left behind in the world from the glorious era of immortals and gods, before the separation of heaven and earth!"

"And bring it to the world!"

"Today, this humble monk will open your eyes!"

Faming practically roared out the last sentence!

"[The Myth Reborn!]"

"[The power of Buddhism is boundless; may Lei Feng be forever remembered!]"

"[Recalling the past calamities, the floods that inundated Jinshan Temple and brought disaster to all living beings, those who succumbed to their karmic entanglements could not escape the cycle of cause and effect! I bow my head in submission, accepting the Buddha's precepts, and am eternally imprisoned beneath the Leifeng Pagoda!]"

"Thump—!!!"

A grand, desolate, ancient bell tolled, its origin unknown.

That's the bell from Leifeng Pagoda!

The mocking look in Ji Zuodao's golden-winged roc eyes froze instantly.

An unprecedented, terrifying pressure, making his feathers stand on end and his soul tremble, descended with a deafening roar, as if the entire world were collapsing!

He looked up sharply.

At the very top of the blood-red sky of his "Lion Camel Ridge Yin-Yang Dome," beside the suspended phantom of the "Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle"—

Space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand!

The endless, pure and vast golden light of Buddha surged out from the crack like a celestial river bursting its banks!

Within the Buddha's light, one could vaguely see the Buddha sitting cross-legged, the Arhats glaring, and the Bodhisattvas with lowered brows. The sound of chanting resounded throughout the universe, forming two completely different, yet equally magnificent and terrifying worlds with the roaring fire dragon and howling yin wind below!

And at the very center of that Buddha's light and chanting.

A tower is slowly emerging from the crack...

lower!

The tower is ancient and mottled, full of traces of time, as if it has borne countless joys and sorrows, loves and hates.

The bricks and stones are covered with densely packed Sanskrit mantras and scriptures, which contain supreme Buddhist power.

The entire tower exudes an aura of "suppressing everything, severing karma, and imprisoning forever"!

Exactly—

Leifeng Pagoda!

As Leifeng Pagoda slowly descended.

The roaring fire dragon was frozen in mid-air, like an insect trapped in amber.

The howling wind suddenly stopped, as if time had been frozen.

The churning, blood-red mountain phasing trembled violently, groaning under the unbearable weight.

Even the illusory image of the "Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle" suspended in the dome suddenly darkened, and the flow of Yin and Yang Qi on the bottle instantly became extremely sluggish and difficult!

"Click...click click..."

A subtle yet chilling cracking sound began to emanate from every inch of the walls of this supernatural space.

The golden-winged roc that Ji Zuodao had transformed into, its body flashing with golden light, was actually forced to plummet downwards from the sky by that terrifying suppressive force!

He flapped his wings desperately, but it was as if he were stuck in an invisible swamp, making it difficult to lift his wings!

Ji Zuodao stared intently at the Leifeng Pagoda, which seemed to connect heaven and earth and exuded boundless suppressive power.

This is not a supernatural power that has evolved.

This is a projection of history! A re-enactment of mythology!

This is the real Leifeng Pagoda, a Leifeng Pagoda from a thousand years ago!

The Divine Treasure Realm can be played like this?!

They just dragged something from a thousand years ago over here?!

It's the real deal! A genuine piece of equipment!

The divine appearances of immortals and gods in the Dharma Aspect Realm, and the supernatural domains of the Divine Power Realm—these are all within Ji Zuodao's comprehension.

Could a myth be recreated? What on earth is this?

I've never seen this before...

No, wait.

I think I've seen him before.

In the realm of the supernatural, when Uncle Zhang was fighting his own inner demons, he seemed to have used something similar.

What was it called again?

The star official decrees that he may patrol the heavens on behalf of Heaven.

The heavenly soldiers and generals that Uncle Zhang summoned back then were completely different from the mass-produced kind he casually conjured up with starlight when he fought the old Golden-Winged Roc King.

Now that I think about it carefully, the heavenly soldiers and generals back then lived a bit too much!

His eyes, his movements, that chilling and imposing aura...

Damn, it doesn't look fake at all!

At the time, he was thinking to himself, "This supernatural power is too amazing."

After all that, it wasn't supernatural power, it was a divine treasure.

I rely on!

So the Divine Treasure Realm is this powerful?!

Can you really bring mythology directly into the real world for a fight?!

But the problem is...

How do I use it?

At this moment, Ji Zuodao is like a pro player with top-tier gear; he knows how to use normal attacks and unleash skills, but he just doesn't know how to execute ultimate moves.

There was nothing he could do; his third master hadn't left him a "master move list"!