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"What has happened at Zunfa Temple?" The old monk first extended his hand to help the two brothers up from the ground, then he chanted Amitabha and couldn’t help but ask.

"Our temple’s abbot Guangzeng used the pretext of dealing with the matter of the Taoist sects to summon many elders and disciples to the temple. But in fact, Guangzeng had long been secretly colluding with demons. Caught off guard by the sudden Yin Wind and darkness, the demon army appeared. Disciples, elders, ascetics... many died, with heads rolling and blood flowing into rivers."

At this point, Yong Zhen and Yong Ku, who bore Heavenly Deceit Cultivation and were Zunfa Temple monks, had already broken down in tears, crying incessantly. When they thought of the horrors that had just occurred in Zunfa Temple, the two were choked up to the point of being almost unable to speak.

Fortunately, Yong Zhen recited the Buddhist scriptures in his mind, which slowly calmed his thoughts, and he continued, "My brother and I were only able to escape under the protection of the Guardian Elder."

"We hope that the master can lend a hand!" Saying this, Yong Zhen and Yong Ku were about to kneel on the ground again.

"How did you two come to know of my name?" the old monk asked.

"It was an ascetic from Skull Plain who told us," Yong Zhen answered, with the temple that had stood for a hundred years becoming a place of death overnight. Lost and confused, the two brothers initially only had the mindset of a desperate attempt, holding on to a slim hope.

When the two arrived at Hundred Buddha Temple.

They saw billowing smoke and a sight of corpses strewn everywhere, just like before.

They thought that the armies of the Taoist sects and the noble families had already arrived, and despair filled their hearts. But unexpectedly, after darkness, there was light again. The words of that ascetic turned out to be true. In this Hundred Buddha Temple, there truly was a powerful Cultivator living in seclusion!

The old man in front of them seemed frail and thin, but when he helped the brothers just now, the brief contact made Yong Zhen aware of the terrifying strength stored within the old monk’s body, profound and unfathomable like the ocean.

"Ah, I see." After listening to what Yong Zhen had said, the old monk immediately understood.

The demonic deity that he had driven away had not given up but had turned to Zunfa Temple, which was also part of the Esoteric Sect. And from what the two young monks had said, it seemed that the demonic deity had already made significant progress, even summoning part of the demon army directly to the material world.

"If Guangzeng is not stopped, I fear the thousand-year legacy of Zunfa Temple will be completely reduced to wasteland," seeing the old monk hesitate to agree, Yong Zhen showed a pained expression on his face, his voice filled with misery as he pleaded desperately.

"There is no feast that doesn’t end, nor is there any power that lasts forever. The tides rise and fall, flowers bloom and wither; all is destined," the old monk admonished, though he spoke in such a way, he was fundamentally kind-hearted and couldn’t bear to see the disaster continue to spread.

"I cannot leave the Hundred Buddha Temple for now, but I may have a Divine Skill that can lend you some help."

Having said that, the old monk stretched out his hand and gently patted Yong Zhen’s crown.

This simple gesture, however, dramatically changed the aura around the old monk in Yong Zhen’s eyes in an instant. The sun rose behind him over the snowy mountains. It hung right behind the old monk’s head, like a golden halo behind Buddha.

His robe, patched all over, fluttered up and down in the morning wind. The golden light flowed as if it was even more dazzling than the golden body of a Buddha statue.

Even more terrifying was the vast, seemingly boundless Buddha light that wafted around the old monk, extending beyond the horizon like a golden ocean, completely enveloping the two brothers. Bathed in that pure and warm light, like that of colored glaze, Yong Zhen and Yong Ku both wore shocked expressions.

Huh!

For a good while.

Distant winds blew past the stupa, bringing echoes along with them.

Yong Zhen finally started to come back to his senses; that single palm had been imprinted in his spirit.

At the right moment, if activated with spiritual power, the strength within could be completely unleashed. The old monk in front of them was unassuming and had no reputation among the group of Esoteric Sect Cultivators on Skull Plain. However, his strength was beyond imagination.

His full-strength strike might truly be able to kill Guangzeng, who had fallen into the demonic path, on the spot!

"Thank you, elder, for your protector’s blessing!" Yong Zhen cried out joyfully in his heart, lunging forward and kneeling on the ground, banging his head in respect toward the old monk. ʀÄΝỒBƐꞩ

"But now Zunfa Temple has already become a demonic realm, even if Guangzeng is dealt with, I fear..." His junior disciple Yong Ku, with hesitation in his eyes, added, "I don’t know if the elder, out of consideration for our shared sect, would personally accompany us there."

"I do have such a wish, but right now I simply cannot leave," the old monk said with his hands pressed together, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

Yong Ku’s eyes widened, "Why is that?"

Boom!

Before the old monk could answer, a slight tremor began to shake the ground.

The buildings around them swayed, and the small stones trembled, hanging suspended in mid-air.

Looks of horror appeared on the faces of the brothers Yong Zhen and Yong Ku. They knew all too well what such omens meant, given the chaos and the rampage of evil spirits on Skull Plain as they had fled.

"The armies of the Taoist sects and noble families have come to kill!" Yong Ku whispered, his fists clenched until his knuckles turned white.

"Hurry and leave first," the old monk said as he helped Yong Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground, to his feet and then patted his shoulder as encouragement.

"And what about you, senior?" Yong Zhen’s face wore a look of concern.

"I’ve lived my whole life in this monastery and can no longer leave this place," the old monk sighed. Having cultivated to such a realm, especially as an ascetic like himself with keen spiritual awareness, he had already sensed the shadowy threads of death enshroud his life, a harbinger of his imminent demise.

But the old monk was at peace with this. His mind was bright and clear, his composure unshaken, with no trace of fear.

Yong Zhen and his companion wanted to say more, but the old monk chanted "Amitabha" and turned away, leaving them with the sight of his slightly stooped back as he walked toward the outer wall.

The huge vermillion wall of the temple, tens of meters high, exploded with a loud boom.

The shattered bricks and chunks of mortar were caught up in the massive blast, tearing through the air with shrill whistles and leaving pale white trails in the bright sunlight, before crashing down on the surrounding buildings. The glorious structures of the monastery collapsed in a series of thunderous crashes, setting off a chain reaction.

Two enormous wolves ablaze with Yin Fire bounded in from the outside.

Their fur flew wildly, and their massive frames were even bigger than the yaks on Skull Plain. Their gaping maws were filled with teeth as sharp as files. One bite could rip a Cultivator of the Heavenly Deceit Realm in half.

"It’s the Yin Fire Giant Wolves, said to be the spawn of that monster," Yong Zhen frowned slightly, his face reflecting his anger.

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Since the war between Skull Plain and the Esoteric Sect families began, countless sect masters had fallen to the fangs of these wolves. So much so that now, just the sound of these wolves’ howling on the battlefield was enough to send many from Skull Plain trembling with fear, losing their will to fight and fleeing at the mere sight of them.

Bang!

The old monk didn’t even spare a glance.

Instead, with his head bowed, he took a step forward and brought his palms together. A golden aura around him quivered slightly. Like a huge bell forged of golden light, it resounded out of nowhere, sending translucent ripples outward. The two giant wolves were struck as if by lightning, their Yin Fire instantly scattering.

They were then sent flying backward, crashing to the ground, buried beneath the fallen city walls, abruptly silenced.

"So powerful!" Yong Ku’s heart surged with excitement, his face reddening.

Yong Zhen, however, grabbed his younger fellow disciple’s arm and urged, "Don’t forget why we came here. We need to hurry back!"

"You’re right, elder brother!" Yong Ku took one last deep look at the old monk, then turned and left with his senior brother.

Meanwhile, on the other side—

Outside the tall walls of Hundred Buddha Temple, the battle was just beginning for the old monk.

In front of him lay the vast wilderness, no longer the lifeless grey-black of memory but a metallic torrent reflecting the sunlight. Brilliant flags fluttered, powerful horses galloped, and the might of the Heavenly Deceit strong ones rose unabashed, their formidable aura stretching across the sky like a continuous curtain.

This was the charge of a true elite force. Just one assault was enough to dim the heavens, shake the earth, and rock the mountains.

What was even more terrifying was that, during their charge.

The attacks from many strong ones had already arrived. Their colossal arms stretched out, force flowing through their bodies, a flurry of spears forged from divine iron broke through the air. The sky darkened with their numbers, like a rolling storm cloud, casting shadows and blotting out the sun, all aimed directly at the old monk.

The old monk lifted his head, arms spread wide, watching as the spears wrapped in dangerous red light fell straight down like raindrops.

"Stop!"

With a sudden clap of his hands, his spiritual power radiated outward.

An invisible barrier spread, freezing thousands of spears in mid-air.

The old monk, with his patch-covered sleeves, gave a wave, sending forth a tidal wave of force, clashing against the trembling earth and shattering mountains of the oncoming Esoteric Sect elite.

Boom!

A succession of explosions rang out, throwing soldiers and horses into disarray.

Even the renowned Heavenly Deceit strong ones were sent flying, crashing to the ground with breaks and fractures, presenting a scene of abject disarray. For a moment, swathes of men and horses were forcibly halted, their faces a mix of shock and rage.

Whizz whizz whizz!

The battle was far from over. After repelling the enemy, the old monk slapped his hand downward.

The spears hanging in the sky aligned and then shot down at breakneck speeds, planting themselves into the ground, their tails buzzing with vibration.

They formed a straight, dark line on the ground, blocking all the Esoteric Sect and family elites outside. The message was clear without words.

"Just one man, and he thinks he can stop the advance of the Yuan Family? Dream on!" A roar came from the crowd. Mounted on a steed, an Armored Giant nearly four meters tall, resembling a steel tower, crossed the black line and charged forth with overpowering momentum, his murderous intent erupting with chilling intensity!

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