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

Above the vast high heavens, Yi Chen was hurrying through the night sky, heading to the city with the Transmission Formation closest to Mount Daguangming.

He cracked a delighted smile, his face displaying a pleased grin.

Amidst the sparkling stars, a virtual screen appeared before his eyes.

[Deep Red Value: 690,518,522]

Nearly seven hundred million excess Deep Red Points gave Yi Chen a feeling of being enveloped by happiness, even though he had not acquired a suitable Martial Scripture for his True Technique. At this point, he was only three billion away from breaking through to the next level of his True Technique.

And if he really found other powerful Martial Scriptures that fitted his True Technique...

"The twenty-fourth Pure Yang Refining Extreme True Method is already this strong, just one more step in my True Technique, and I, this poor Taoist, shall truly take flight~"

In the veil of night, the Taoist Priest burst into loud laughter, baring his bright white teeth.

The world is like that, where the weak bear the brunt of its malice.

Suffering always flows towards those who can endure, and love, always flows towards the children who do not lack love.

As you grow stronger and stronger, you will find the world becoming more amiable towards you, with kind and friendly faces all around. The very mountains that used to trouble you are now but small mounds beneath the peak that you gaze upon, sword in hand.

For instance, Yi Chen was actually quite optimistic about obtaining a peerless Martial Scripture suitable for his True Technique.

After all, the difficulty for a penniless lad and a billionaire to earn a million is starkly different.

And now, he was no longer the person he used to be. The submissive Taoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain was nothing more than an ant.

"Awesome!"

"To live freely is to witness the myriad wonders of the world!"

"This is the very reason why I march forward so boldly, never stopping!"

Gazing towards the direction of Mount Daguangming, invisible in the distant land, a flicker of murderous intent suddenly flashed in Yi Chen's eyes.

Every debt has its debtor, every wrong its redresser.

Mount Daguangming, first lending the Heavenly Eye Relic to the Evilslaying Monk to mess with him, then colluding with the Kutuo Temple, pooling four senior monks to lay an ambush for him. The audacity!

He, Yi Chengzi, must settle the score with them.

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"Attachment to self leads to suffering; ignorance of the heart leads one astray."

"The Nirvana Pure Path is clear; who will willingly follow it with their heart?"

"The Netherworld stirs with the dust of six desires, bringing trials and karma in its wake."

"To rid one's heart of suffering, listen and awaken early to enlightenment."

Thump~ Thump~ Thump~ Thump~

Within the solemn Qinglan Buddha Hall, urgent strikes on the wooden fish resonated as Shen Hui chanted the Heart Sutra with a contorted face. However, as time passed, the shadow of demonic thoughts in his heart not only failed to be subdued but grew stronger instead.

This was the price he had to pay for taking a shortcut, for his meteoric rise to the heavens.

With an incomplete state of mind, vulnerabilities were exploited by extraterritorial Evil Demons.

"To transcend beyond the Three Realms, not trapped within the world of delusion."

"Shen Hui, you claim your heart is devoid of me, don't you? Kill me then."

"Slash the memories related to me from your mind; aren't you a Buddha's Disciple, powerful in your Cultivation? Why don't you dare?"

The woman's face in his Sea of Consciousness grew increasingly distorted and terrifying, her tone becoming harsher with each word.

In a daze, Shen Hui saw a woman walk out from his Sea of Consciousness, encircling him and questioning him loudly.

Shen Hui's eyes remained tightly shut, mechanically striking the wooden fish, fiercely guarding his mind as large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Perhaps due to fatigue, or realizing this tactic was ineffective, the woman in his mind suddenly retracted her ferocity, taking on a tearful countenance and flinging herself into Shen Hui's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Shen Hui, you do love me, don't you?"

The striking of the wooden fish slightly softened.

"Shen Hui, if you love me, will you avenge me? They are deceiving you; everyone is deceiving you."

"It wasn't someone from the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple who killed me in secret. Why won't you admit it, when will you stop deceiving yourself!!!"

"It was your Mount Daguangming, your master, your martial uncles, who instructed the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple to do this. They wanted to tear us apart."

"No! My masters would never do such a thing!" For the first time, Shen Hui uttered a sound, his eyes now covered with a faint shade of blood.

At this moment, the wind outside the courtyard intensified, and more yellow leaves sneaked in through the crevices of the door.

Shen Hui, lost in his delusion, failed to notice the urgency and anxiety flickering across the 'woman's' face in his Sea of Consciousness.

Although Shen Hui had been in the Buddhist Temple for a long time and his spiritual state was flawed, his Buddhahood was truly astonishing to the world, having held on till now and still resisting—something that the 'Evil-Hearted Rat Demon' did not want to see.

The little strength he had managed to accumulate was running low.

Facing the prospect of change if too late, the shadow decided to take a desperate gamble!

"Fine, Shen Hui, it seems I, Chun Ya, have misjudged you."

"You have never changed."

"The day you left without a word, you killed me, and today, you still refuse to avenge me, to face me. Well, there's no need for you to do anything; let me disappear from this world completely~"

In Shen Hui's eyes, now cast over with a bloodied shadow, the memory of the woman slowly stood up with a look of utter despair, an expression that portrayed a heartbroken desolation.

She floated in the air, drifting towards the Ever-bright Lamp cradled in the palm of the giant Buddha statue within the Lotus Pond.

A slender wrist suddenly appeared above the flames of the Ever-bright Lamp.

"Shen Hui... you continue being a Buddha's Disciple, from now on... I won't come out to press you again."

"You should be as immovable as a rock, and I shall be as flexible as the reeds. When the reeds are tied, they are as delicate as silk; the rock remains unmoved!"

"The rock is thick enough to endure a thousand years."

"But the reed, once tied, lasts only... for a brief moment."