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Gui Hai held a golden alms bowl in his left hand, and with his right hand, he continuously changed hand signs, smacking them down toward the bowl.

It seemed as if there was a dormant breath within the alms bowl, which grew more immense with each hand sign Gui Hai smacked down.

After nine consecutive hand signs, the golden alms bowl immediately released rays of golden light, like a blazing sun, dazzling and blinding.

"This golden alms bowl is a magic artifact left behind by Zen Master Fahai, and although it isn't the legendary purple-gold alms bowl, it's hardly inferior," said Gui Hai, a confident look in his eyes. It is said that 1,600 years ago, when Da Lin Temple was first established, after Zen Master Fahai passed away and entered Nirvana, he left behind a pair of mother-and-child alms bowls. The golden alms bowl in his hand was one of them, while the other was in the hands of the current abbot.

Besides these two mother-and-child golden alms bowls, it was rumored that Da Lin Temple also housed a purple-gold alms bowl. This purple-gold alms bowl was the personal magic treasure that Zen Master Fahai used to subdue demons and capture demon beasts.

Legend had it that Zen Master Fahai's purple-gold alms bowl was originally bestowed by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty to the high monk Tang Sanzang for his journey to the West. After Tang Sanzang's return, the purple-gold alms bowl was placed in Pure Land Temple. Later on, somehow, it ended up in the hands of Zen Master Fahai.

In short, that extraordinary purple-gold alms bowl was truly a precious Buddhist relic.

Unfortunately, ever since Zen Master Fahai passed away, that purple-gold alms bowl also disappeared, and to this day, no one knows its whereabouts.

"Today, if you die under the golden alms bowl, it will be enough for you to boast once the news spreads," Gui Hai said confidently, tilting his head up slightly. With a gentle push of his left hand, the golden alms bowl spiraled into the sky, its myriad beams of golden light illuminating the botanical garden like an Immortal Realm.

"This power is very strong," Li Xiaoyao furrowed his brow slightly. The aura emanating from the golden alms bowl made even him feel a sense of danger.

It was no wonder that Da Lin Temple, one of the Eight Great Sects of Xuan Country with the most profound heritage, had elders who possessed such magic artifacts.

Li Xiaoyao exhaled softly, and around him, the Seven Star Ancient Sword transformed into myriad blades, forming a giant web that covered half of the sky.

Anyone present would be astonished to see the botanical garden shimmering with golden light on one side and dark with a deluge of sword rain on the other.

"Sword Control Nine Forms—Sword Curtain!"

As Li Xiaoyao shouted, the densely packed Precious Swords vibrated with a humming resonance, like cranes breaking through the sky, turning into streaks of black light that pierced toward Gui Hai.

Facing such a powerful attack, Gui Hai remained composed and said indifferently, "Retrieve!"

The golden alms bowl, floating in the air, rolled over halfway, its mouth facing down, and released a terrifying suction force like a black hole.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The Ancient Swords, like fleeting glimmers of light, veered off course and were completely swallowed by the golden alms bowl.

A trace of surprise flashed in Li Xiaoyao's eyes as he changed his hand signs, and the true form of the Ancient Sword instantly broke free and returned to his side.

"There's some skill," remarked Li Xiaoyao, squinting his eyes; the power of the golden alms bowl exceeded his expectations.

Having successfully executed the move, Gui Hai felt pleased and, with a wide sweep of his robe, said arrogantly, "This golden alms bowl of this poor monk can engulf heaven and earth. How does it compare to you?"

Li Xiaoyao cracked a smile and shook his head disdainfully, "This golden alms bowl, in my eyes, is like trash, not worth a strike!"

"Hmph!" Gui Hai's face darkened as he said, "Foolish child, do not speak boastfully. When death is upon you, you should quietly accept your fate."

"Is that so?" Li Xiaoyao smiled noncommittally, and with a light swipe of his hands in the empty air in front of him, a black arrow feather about four feet in length appeared in front of him.

The arrow feather was completely black and had obscure and complex runes moving on it. At the tail, there were feathers on three sides, with three feathers on each side that shone with a dark luster, the origin of the feathers from some unknown bird.

This arrow feather had no aura at all and was very light, only slightly longer than a common arrow feather. Besides that, there was no other difference.

Seeing him take out the arrow feather, Gui Hai's face revealed a mocking smile, saying, "It looks like you are really at the end of your rope. Do you really think that with a single arrow feather, you can protect your life?"

Li Xiaoyao, expressionless, extended his left hand flatly. A strand of spiritual energy instantly condensed into shape, turning into a huge spiritual energy bow, while his right hand grabbed the tail of the arrow feather and placed it on the bowstring made of condensed spiritual energy.

As soon as the arrow feather was nocked, a heart-palpitating energy burst forth suddenly.

Waves of wild energy surged out from the bow and arrow. Li Xiaoyao's hair and robes were billowed up by the force, and a terrifying aura instantly spread out. A massive pressure descended from the sky, invoking an instinct to prostrate oneself to the ground.

The cultivators and ordinary people trapped at the exit of the botanical garden, unable to leave, felt this sudden oppressive force and from deep within rose a sense of reverence, a desire to bow in worship.

They looked up and saw the source of this oppressive force, which was emanating from Li Xiaoyao himself.

"This pressure is too terrifying!"

"What is that?"

Suddenly, someone shouted, and everyone turned to look.

The space behind Li Xiaoyao, at that moment, seemed to shatter, as wave upon wave of black, ethereal shadows quietly appeared in that space.

An ancient aura diffused around; amid those shadows, a feeling of tragic determination was conveyed.

Li Xiaoyao felt his body filled with strength, as all his blood and energy surged toward the arrow feather.

This dark arrow feather, which Li Xiaoyao had obtained on the Heaven-Piercing Stone Platform in the Kunlun Desert, was named the Patching Heaven Arrow.

At that moment, the Patching Heaven Arrow showed flickering black light, repressed and not outwardly revealing, but the energy contained within made even Gui Hai tremble with fear.

"What in the world is this!" The disdain in Gui Hai's heart had long since disappeared, and at this moment, all he felt was fear of the unknown power.

Li Xiaoyao seemed to notice something and instinctively turned his head back; the series of black shadows that had emerged in the space behind him shocked him.

The countless black shadows formed a semicircle around him, with the one directly behind being the most solid— it took the form of a humanoid figure, but it was only a black outline.

This figure was tall, standing quietly. He seemed to have his eyes closed, and Li Xiaoyao could sense his serene presence.

The other shadows became more and more faint the further they extended to the sides, until the very ends of the space.

The spaces to the sides seemed to belong to another world, and from Li Xiaoyao's perspective, he could indeed see an endless expanse of silhouettes in that boundless space.

One shadow on the left looked like a huge demon beast with a pair of horns on its head and bulging muscles on its upper body, looking truly terrifying.

The second shadow on the right was humanoid, but it had four wings on its back. Even as a shadow, one could perceive that these wings were damaged, with one seemingly torn off right from where it connected to the body, as if violently ripped off.

With the Patching Heaven Arrow nocked, anomalies emerged.

[A new month has finally arrived, with a total of 300,000 words updated in January, averaging over 12,000 words per day after the 14th. In February, we aim to have even more updates than in January. However, due to the many updates during the New Year's period, I am indeed exhausted. I'm taking a two-day break here, so our heroine can have a few days off, after which we'll get back to increasing the update pace.

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