Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

His gentleness was like that of a devil.

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The fourth watch.

Love you guys.

90. I'll give him face.

I can't see through it.

The old man's gaze lingered on the young man in white, trying to see through his simple body to the profound cultivation hidden within.

However, for some reason, his eyes, which could see through the Great Dao, could not see through Yun Ping's cultivation level.

No, let alone cultivation level, whether it's the physical body or the soul... I can't see anything at all.

It was as if a pure, pitch-black mist had appeared before my eyes, and everything within it was beyond reason and indescribable—

In other words, it is unknown.

If it were only the other party's soul and physical body that were unfathomable, the old man wouldn't have shown such a look of astonishment, as if he had seen a ghost. What truly surprised him was the pitch-black magic array that Yun Ping had casually cast.

A magic array connecting to the Abyss of Demons.

"Fahai, give me the Demon-Slaying Disc."

He called out softly, his eyes fixed on the young man with a gentle smile on his face not far in front of him, a hint of fear creeping onto his cheeks.

The young monk beside him trembled as he handed the golden demon-slaying Buddhist artifact to his uncle, but dared not look into Yun Ping's strange eyes again.

To him, this suddenly appearing youth was far too terrifying, far surpassing any of the ferocious demons he had ever encountered.

It was an indescribable terror. The young man just stood there, motionless, smiling, and his tranquil mind, which was supposed to be focused on Buddhist practice, would fluctuate violently, pounding rapidly.

The old man took the Demon-Slaying Disc and poured his spiritual energy into it. Instantly, the pale gold ancient runes on the Demon-Slaying Disc began to tremble.

He stared incredulously at the runes appearing on the Demon-Slaying Disc, and then at Yun Ping in astonishment:

"Esteemed benefactor, you... are not a demon?"

Yun Ping still wore an enigmatic smile as he poured the wine from the empty table into a crystal glass. "Where did you get the idea that I look like a demon?"

"If you are not a demon..." The old man's eyes narrowed, and he asked sharply, "Then how were you able to open the gate to the Abyss of Demons?! That is something only an ancient demon could do."

The Abyss of the Demon Race?

Xu Yanliu and Zhang Ruoxue were stunned. They both thought of the dark vortex that resembled a hellish abyss. From the very center of that vortex, in the deep, bottomless darkness, Xu Yanliu had indeed felt extremely terrifying demonic energy.

It was as if... hundreds or thousands of demons had gathered together.

In a daze, Xu Yanliu seemed to recall that when she was still in the Jin Yao Dao Alliance, she seemed to have come into contact with books related to the Abyss of the Demon Clan.

It was a rather old book, the author's name had been erased, and several sections of the content had been torn out, but Xu Yanliu still remembered the general content.

The Abyss of Demons is not the birthplace of demons; on the contrary, it is the place where demons are sealed.

You can only enter, not leave.

No one knows when the Abyss of Demons came into existence, nor who created it.

That might have been inextricably linked to the demon race, but what was recorded in that book was an epic war that took place a million years ago.

The epic battle between Emperor Gu Tianren and the Demon Lord Lu Mo.

In the end, the battle ended in victory for Emperor Gu Tianren. The Demon Lord, Lu Mo, along with a large number of ancient demons that had existed since the birth of the Heavenly Realm and a large number of celestial demons, were sealed away by Emperor Gu Tianren. The Abyss of the Demons became their eternal prison, from which they could never leave.

After that, news of the Abyss of Demons almost disappeared without a trace, as if everyone had forgotten that such an epic war had taken place a million years ago.

And now...

Xu Yanliu's gaze towards Yun Ping became exceptionally strange—how could he open the passage to the Abyss of the Demon Clan?!

This is also a question that both Buddhist monks are thinking about.

"What?" Yun Ping downed the wine in his cup in one gulp, then looked at the old man with a teasing smile: "Do you suspect that I am the reincarnation of an ancient demon, or do you suspect that I am colluding with the demon race?"

"If that weren't the case, you wouldn't have been able to open the passage to the Abyss of Demons."

“Don’t speak so confidently—” Yunping walked step by step toward the old man: “There are still many things in this world that you don’t understand. In such a long period of time from ancient times to the present, how long have you lived? You tell me, right?”

As Yunping slowly approached, the old man's expression grew increasingly grave.

He couldn't see through the cultivation level of the person in front of him, nor could he discern his physique, his soul, or his spiritual essence. However, as one of the few sages in this world who could communicate with the Great Dao, he had no fear.

His aged eyes were filled with a stern look as he stared intently at the white-robed youth standing less than a meter away from him, and said in a deep voice:

"It seems that you are determined to fight this old monk."

"I consider myself to be fairly kind, not a ruthless person."

Yunping had no intention of tormenting the old man's soul. He said calmly, "The Western Buddhist sect has always been compassionate and takes it as its mission to save all sentient beings. Considering that you are still a member of the Buddhist sect, you should abolish your cultivation and then get out."

"In this way, you can at least spread the Dharma to others as an ordinary person."

"Are you threatening this old monk, benefactor?"

"Do not."

Yunping shook his head, his eyes calm as still water: "I'm just giving face to your Buddha."

Give Buddha some face?

The old man laughed.

He had seen arrogant and domineering people, and proud and domineering people who were born with extraordinary destiny and called themselves monstrous geniuses, but in all his life, he had never heard anyone say that they should give Buddha face.

He was the founder of Buddhism and Taoism in the past. He stepped into the immortal realm and became a half-immortal. If he had not failed to become a true immortal in the end, there would have been another true immortal in the era of the Hundred Saints!

While such figures may not be comparable to Emperor Wu or Emperor Wen, they are certainly not ordinary juniors who can boast about their achievements.

"Fahai, retreat!"

The old man shouted, and Fahai, as his disciple, did not hesitate for a moment. He instantly retreated dozens of meters to the other end of the courtyard, trying his best not to be affected by the battle between the two.

Fahai knew that with his cultivation level, he was no match for that white-robed youth, and might not even last half a second. After all, the other party was someone who could easily trample on even a peak Void Realm expert, and his true cultivation level was at least that of a Saint!

However, his master was also a saint, and a saint who had achieved the great path of Buddhism!

Fahai trusted his master.

The old man clasped his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and his spiritual energy began to dissipate outwards in an ethereal manner.

"Since you insist on this, then this old monk has no choice but to take action against you."

Yunping did not respond to the old man's words.

He stood quietly, his dark eyes as still as a tranquil pool, without a trace of emotion.

He calmly watched as the old man's body radiated layers of dazzling golden light, as a ray of golden holy light pierced through the black curtain of the sky, and as the figure of the all-powerful Buddha gradually emerged behind the old man.

He just stared blankly, his hands behind his back, his white clothes remaining completely still even under the raging wind.

When the Buddha descended to earth, golden light shone everywhere.

The entire Imperial Pavilion, except for the Imperial Palace, was bathed in the holy and immaculate divine light of the Buddha Tongtian. At the same time, the majestic and divine incarnation of the Great Dao also descended upon this place!

Gazing at the incarnation of the Buddha and Tao in judgment, Zhang Ruoxue and Xu Yanliu recalled the fear of being dominated back then. It was the power of the saint, a terrifying power that completely surpassed them and would crush them into dust.

Unparalleled power—the power of the Great Dao!

"Amitabha."

With a low murmur from the old man, a dazzling seven-colored lotus flower appeared on the Buddha's chest. Each petal of the lotus contained thousands upon thousands of colorful spirits, layer upon layer, endlessly rotating, and the power of the Great Dao within it became increasingly concentrated.

Golden light illuminated all things, and the old man himself transformed into a Buddha. Those who guide the path of Buddhism are themselves Buddhas.

This is... a saint!

Now Xu Yanliu understood why the old man had told his disciple to step down. If this Buddha were to actually make a move, it wouldn't just be this courtyard; the entire area within hundreds of meters would likely be greatly affected.

The monk named Fahai probably realized that a distance of several dozen meters was not enough, so he immediately began to use Buddhist techniques to protect his body.

"Please forgive me, benefactor."

The words fell.

The old man's golden light burst forth once more, and at the same time, the lotus flower on the chest of the Heavenly Buddha began to spin rapidly, as if it were gathering something.

Where is Yunping?

Do not move.

Standing there like a puppet, like a lifelike statue, still maintaining its original posture.

His gaze lingered on the towering Buddha statue, staring intently at those mysterious and profound eyes that symbolized Buddhism itself.

Followed by.

The scene froze completely; the golden light surrounding the old man stopped, and the lotus flower on the chest of the Buddha with heavenly vision ceased its rotation…

The old man...did not make a move.

Yes, for some reason, at this moment, the old man did not take action as he had done before in the Ash Demon Alliance, allowing the terrifying Buddhist and Taoist judgment to destroy everything.

Instead, they just stood there blankly, doing nothing.

The old man raised his aged head, staring in astonishment at the Buddha behind him, his eyes wide with disbelief, and murmured:

"Why……?"

It's not that he didn't take action.

It's not that he can't bring himself to do it!

Others might not be able to see it, but he, who was deeply involved, knew it best.

It wasn't that he didn't want to take action, but rather that Buddhism and Taoism...

Yes, the Buddha and Tao he invoked, the embodiment of Buddha and Tao he summoned, this golden Buddha statue that reaches to the heavens…

I don't want to do it.

The Buddhist and Taoist schools did not want to intervene.

"Why?!" This was the first time he had ever encountered such a situation, and he couldn't understand it at all. He shouted at the golden Buddha behind him, "Buddha, why won't you help me?!"