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

"Yet another piece of trash has died." At this moment, the turbulent waves emptied the sky.

Asna, who was hurriedly dragging a continent across the boundless ocean, glanced at the lines in the palm of his hand, a careless smile playing on his lips.

"It doesn't matter, though."

"Such trash is unworthy of being a subordinate of mine, Asna."

Gazing upon the vast ocean before him, Asna's eyes suddenly deepened in intensity.

To speak nothing of one subordinate, even if a hundred or a thousand died, with Asna's strength and reputation, these 'consumables' could be replenished at any time.

These were trivial matters compared to the various subtle clues he had discovered in the boundless ocean.

Although only a soul split of his had descended here, his vision and insight were by no means comparable to that of such a small and insignificant world.

If it wasn't for the interesting clues he had discovered, he would already be on another piece of land teeming with a rich breath of life.

"Truly, a great yet foolish warrior, to have sustained a world that should have already fallen to such a degree."

"Unfortunately, I'm sorry, but I, Asna, have come."

"In a world currently lacking even those of the Immortal Platform Realm, how could it prevent me from harvesting its spiritual nature?"

"Come out, my little darlings, stretch your limbs a bit, for in ten days, you'll be put to work."

With a soft chuckle from Asna, a circle of vast and boundless purple halos emanated outwards from him.

Under this halo, one twisted and broken corpse after another crawled out from the ground.

Some emitted an astonishing stench, while others had decayed to nothing but a skeleton, but after being tinged by the purple halo, these monster corpses let out a roar and began madly slaughtering their own kind.

Behind these frenzied monsters stood Asna's broad silhouette, and the sound of his unrestrained laughter.

The harvest of this world might be even greater than he had imagined.

If he could successfully drain the last drop of 'spiritual nature' from this realm, upheld by these spiritual essences, he, Asna, could sleep peacefully for nearly ten thousand years.

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"This scripture is mysterious and incomprehensible; I am at a total loss?"

Yi Chen understood every word that appeared on the Communicating Golden Booklet, but when put together, they confused him.

He had always recognized Ying Si's martial knowledge, after all, Ying Si was a powerful figure capable of creating the "Dominant Fist of Heaven and Earth" Martial Scripture, truly a Martial Path Great Grandmaster.

Yet now, there was a Martial Scripture that even a Martial Path Great Grandmaster claimed to be completely incomprehensible...

"That surely means Your Majesty lacks Astonishing Wisdom!"

"If it were I, Yi Chengzi, in person, I would assuredly be Sweeping Through everything!"

Yi Chen's demeanor was one of pride as he promptly took out a specially made jade brush.

Though it had been some time since he last wrote, Yi Chengzi's copywriting skills were still remarkable.

He immediately began to inscribe on the Golden Tome with a flourish, "Your Majesty need not worry. Once this matter here is settled, I will most certainly head to the Supreme Daoist Sect by tomorrow evening to confront this 'Slash the Three Corpses Martial God Scripture'—I will not let down our Great Qin's reputation."

Thanks to the Transmission Formation network built by the Heavenly Secrets Sundial Divine Array, the travel between Central Continent and Eastern Continent is now unimaginably faster and more convenient than before.

Of course, this convenience has nothing to do with middle and lower-tier Cultivators; using these Transmission Formations not only requires a large amount of resources but also an exceptional identity, such as that of a Great Qin State Master.

As the writing gradually faded away, Yi Chen put away the Golden Tome, and looking down at the handsome Monk still lying motionless on the ground, he couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Buddhist friend, since you have awakened, please get up."

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As the dying embers of the sunset accompanied the last glimmers of sunlight, numerous large tombs now rose on Mount Daguangming.

Gazing at Shen Hui, who appeared indifferent and lifeless, Yi Chen felt an unbearable compassion and marveled at the magic of destiny.

He, Yi Chengzi, had come to Mount Daguangming to 'cause trouble', but in the end, if he had not arrived in time, Mount Daguangming would have been obliterated by Shen Hui.

To whom could he even voice this absurdity?

It was as ridiculous as Ao Debiao brandishing a knife not to chop bananas, but instead taking up the business of live-streaming hoof trimming.

"Buddhist friend, the mortal worlds revolve, all beings care, and karma cycles with certainty. The fruit born by Mount Daguangming today is perhaps the cause it planted itself, only that the cycle of Heavenly Dao has manifested through the Buddhist friend's hands. Now that it has come to this, there is no need for excessive guilt."

Looking at Shen Hui as he was now, Yi Chen intended to leave, yet his feet, as if filled with lead, remained rooted to the spot, and he couldn't resist consoling him with a gentle voice.

Shen Hui was not a bad Monk, possessing exceptional talent and unequivocally slaying demons and monsters; he was one of the few old friends who could keep pace with Yi Chen.

He couldn't bear to see this old friend fall.

"Buddhist friend, could you tell me, why did you fall into devilry when everything was fine?" Yi Chen walked beside Shen Hui, patted his shoulder, and without minding the dirt, sat down cross-legged on the ground.

He brought out three jars of fine wine—one jar he poured into the muddy ground in front, one he opened for Shen Hui, and one he kept for himself.

At his repeated invitation, Shen Hui finally sat down on the ground and began to narrate the cause and effect.

The soap opera-like stories gave Yi Chen a sense of déjà vu... indeed, art originates from life but is elevated above it.

"Taoist priest, can you tell me where I went wrong?" Shen Hui asked, his face downcast, "I wanted to save those pitiful tenants, and Chun Ya, but whether it was them or someone else, I failed to help anyone and even indirectly caused the deaths of so many."