Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"Behead!"

As the command fell, the golden halo rapidly constricted, and with the Sword Qi coming down from above, countless blood-red chunks of flesh fell, turning into black smoke drifting towards the unknown.

Upon seeing this, Wu Que's expression instantly relaxed. At that moment, he felt as if all his strength had drained away like thieves fleeing an empty house. His legs softened, and he quickly sat down cross-legged, pulling out a golden medicinal pill and swallowing it.

After a while, when about thirty to forty percent of his mana had recovered, Wu Que slowly got up with the support of his sword. He intended to eliminate all creatures related to the Black Lotus Sect in the vicinity before the time was up, so he could truly claim his great achievement to be complete.

One after another, he found and killed strange insects from deep within the ground.

There were not only insects resembling mole crickets and mantises, but also terrifying creatures resembling mole-crickets as large as houses, hidden within the magma. They could spew lava at their enemies.

"Ha! Even Buddha has fire! Pudu Lengjia Dharma Seal, annihilate thousands of enemies!"

Wu Que drummed up his Buddha mana, made hand seals with both hands, and the myriad of swastika Dharma Seals fell like raindrops onto the bodies of those giant mole cricket creatures. Mountains were whittled down into valleys, the earth trembled, and for a while, all the mole cricket creatures in this region were exterminated, leaving a land soaked with a green fluid.

Wu Que continued to carry his sword and roamed along, quickly arriving at a desolate plateau. At this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank,

where he saw a tall Daoist sitting in front of a table, rolling a piece of fresh mutton three times in the dipping sauce before putting it into his mouth, his eyes half-closed, showing an intoxicated look on his face. A crimson leopard anxiously hopped around the table, desperately eyeing the Daoist with drool on the ground, yet daring not to overstep.

Wu Que sheathed his sword, feeling a mix of emotions in his heart.

"Joy shared is joy doubled, Master, why don't you join me for a drink?" Yi Chen poured a mouthful of crisp brew down his throat and called out invitingly.

The person before him had an aura like the blazing sun, almost impossible to ignore. Explore more stories with My Virtual Library Empire

"Could it be that the fallen Buddhist friend did not lie, and that there is actually a True Monarch blocking the path here, whose disciple died by the hands of this Daoist?"

"My spiritual sense is going crazy with warnings, clearly this person's cultivation has become a threat to my existence." Wu Que was instantly alarmed inside, for he was a powerful monk who had the Tian Buddha sword acknowledge him as its master. Anyone who could trigger his spiritual warning must certainly also be a True Monarch.

In a moment of contemplation, Wu Que flashed his figure and instantly arrived at the side of the table.

"Master, come, drink up!" Yi Chen rotated his eyes and earnestly urged him to drink.

"Amitabha!"

"I apologize, not knowing that the Master was from the Chan Buddhist sect, which abstains from meat and alcohol. It was my blunder." Eastern Continent's Buddhist practitioners were divided into the Chan and Esoteric sects. Chan practitioners indeed abstained from alcohol and meat. Seeing that Wu Que made no move, Yi Chen thought he had encountered a strictly ascetic practitioner, and hence immediately apologized, as he still had goods to peddle later.

"Why apologize, Donor, bring a bigger cup!"

"Also, the monk prefers the meat to be slightly more cooked, boil it a bit longer." Wu Que turned his head and laughed aloud.

Yi Chen "....."

"Which sacred temple did the Master practice at?" Yi Chen smiled, placing a sea bowl on the table.

"Sumi Tuo Chan Monastery."

"Ah, it's a Master from Sumi Tuo Chan Monastery, then Master, have you ever heard of the 'Reincarnation Pill'?" Yi Chen finally got to the point, as he always felt uneasy holding onto this cursed pill.

It seemed best to get rid of it sooner rather than later, whether it was to be left at the Reincarnation Temple, handed over to Xue Luosha, or sold in other ways.

After Wu Que chugged half a jar of fine wine, just as he was about to reply, the sky suddenly split open, and dark cracks spread across it. A corner of a pitch-black, ink-like, illusionary black lotus emerged from the break in the sky. Winds howled, sweeping sand and debris all around, making it obvious that the hot pot meal would no longer be an option.

Seeing this sight, Wu Que's face immediately changed, "How can this be! All disciples of the Black Lotus Sect have been executed, and I have slain such a multitude of different creatures, why is the sect lord emerging earlier than expected!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. My master said that the seal would last at least another three thousand years!"

As the illusionary black lotus just revealed a corner and hadn't solidified, Yi Chen felt a surge of immense malice directed towards him. He jumped to his feet, his heart chilled.

At that moment, the anomaly occurred again.

Dazzling Buddha light spread from the black cracks in the sky as if sealing a breach in the heavens.

Suddenly, a solemn chant echoed through the heavens and earth:

"Eons of dust sharpen the timeless sand!"

"Though the heart is like a pearl, it bears a flaw!"

"Moment passes swiftly, heart yearns in vain!"

"When the heart of reincarnation opens, the sacred lotus blooms!"

As the sacred verse was not yet finished, still reverberating through heaven and earth, all the surviving cultivators in the Extinction Ruins emanated waves of golden light. With a flash, their figures all vanished without a trace, and the sky was restored to normal.

Only a roaring sound that shook the heavens rolled in.

"Pudu Lengjia, you still want to stop me! You're about to die and you're still trying to stop me!"

"You fool! You are me, and I am you, why resist me!"

"Even if it is the cosmic Buddha light, how much longer can it trap me? Why bother!"

In a place beyond knowing, within a thin, clear membrane.

The ten or so old monks with drooping white eyebrows were nowhere to be found, with only a pile of fiery-red and gold-lined kasayas on the ground to prove they had once been there.

"The four directions and realms represent space."

"The past and the present represent time."

The serene Buddha with the fleshy protuberance opened his eyes slowly.

He had a white tuft between his eyebrows, soft as Kalavinka silk, one and a half zhang long, emitting light.

With eyelashes like those of the king of oxen, eyes of deep blue, round full-cheeked, upper body like a lion, his body radiated with light.