Chapter 2061: The Common People Are Innocent Chapter 2061: The Common People Are Innocent Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Scipio Langdon’s words drew the crowd’s approval.
A man holding a halberd stepped forward from the group.
“Pavilion Master Langdon, just tell me what needs to be done,” he said.
The other level nine cultivators were visibly shocked at the sight of the man.
“It’s Fedele Licata, the top ranker of the level nine transcendence ranking!” “Rumor has it he’s already at the peak of the ninth level.
The only reason he hasn’t advanced is that he hasn’t overcome the tribulation of the tenth level.” Braydon Neal glanced at Fedele.
For someone with such a reputation, his strength must be extraordinary.
“This is the center of the Dark Yellow Thick Earth Alms Bowl,” Scipio explained.
“We need to break the space here to leave.” Break the space?
The crowd was baffled.
Breaking space was a feat even an ordinary level one cultivator could easily achieve.
Why would Scipio ask for their help?
Sensing their confusion, Scipio smiled and elaborated.
“I understand your doubts.
However, this Dark Yellow Thick Earth Alms Bowl isn’t like ordinary space.
The support of dark yellow Qi makes it incredibly durable.
If we combine our full strength, we can open an exit.” Fedele and the other level nine cultivators nodded in agreement.
Scipio moved to the center of the platform, and the golden bell he borrowed from Rusty Neal appeared above his head.
Boom!
A resonant bell chime reverberated as the space around Scipio began to distort.
The Boundless Sword in Elder Juntenen’s hand unsheathed with a metallic clang.
“Attack this weak point with me,” Elder Juntenen commanded.
Majestic sword energy slashed into the warped void, creating a sizable hole.
Fedele raised his halberd, releasing an overpowering aura.
“Sky Demon First Style!” His ancient halberd struck the void, enlarging the opening further.
The other level nine cultivators wasted no time, unleashing their ultimate techniques.
The void’s hole grew larger and larger.
Elder Juntenen turned suddenly, shouting at Benaiah Strunk, who was leisurely drinking in a corner.
“Benaiah, why aren’t you helping?” Benaiah lazily raised his head.
“I know, I know.” Moments later, a crimson spear appeared in front of him.
“Break the world, go,” he said casually, patting the spear’s shaft.
The spear trembled before emitting a world-shattering aura.
It shot forward and stabbed into the void’s opening, causing it to expand dramatically.
“This… Is that the tenth level eon artifact, the World Shattering Spear?” “Yes, Benaiah’s weapon is the tenth level eon artifact, the World Shattering Spear.” “They say it can shatter space itself.
It looks like it might destroy the Dark Yellow Thick Earth Alms Bowl completely.” “Three tenth level cultivators in one alms bowl—how bold of those old fogeys from Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain!” Outside Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain… A yellow-robed monk and Jiahe Buddha were seated cross-legged in midair.
The Black Yellow Empress Earth Alms Bowl hovered before them as they channeled spiritual power into it.
“Herve, if we suppress those people inside the alms bowl, won’t they uncover the secrets within?” the monk asked worriedly.
Herve Jervis shook his head calmly.
“You’re overthinking.
The alms bowl’s space has been fortified by dark yellow Qi.
Even if four tenth level experts joined forces, they couldn’t escape.
And even if they discover the secrets inside, it won’t matter—they can’t leave.” The yellow-robed monk relaxed at Herve’s confident assurance.
“It’s all for the future of Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain—and for the world’s common good.” “Namo Amitabha,” they chanted, their faces serene and compassionate.
The sentiment was nauseating.
Crack!
A crisp sound shattered the silence, freezing the monks in place.
Their gazes snapped to the alms bowl, now marred by a spiderweb crack.
“Damn it!
I could hear you two old fools before I even got out.
Disgusting.” A flash of light revealed Scipio, golden bell in hand, standing in midair.
His eyes fixed on the tenth level path in the distance.
The lingering power of the ancient dragon on the path hadn’t entirely dissipated but was faint.
Once it vanished, the level-ten path would be theirs to contest.
One by one, Braydon, Kreig Jordahl, and others emerged.
Herve’s face darkened.
He hadn’t expected Scipio and the others to escape so easily.
“Scipio, I’ll give you one chance: leave Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain and act as if nothing happened.
Otherwise, even if it costs us, none of you will leave alive.” The monk’s frail body erupted with a menacing force.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, thousands of years and Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain hasn’t changed,” a mocking voice interjected.
Benaiah, dressed in black, stepped out from the alms bowl.
He stretched his arms wide and inhaled deeply.
“The spiritual energy here is excellent.
Though the stench of blood is revolting,” he remarked, his robes fluttering as he absorbed the surrounding energy.
Nearby level nine cultivators stepped back uneasily, feeling the spiritual pull on their own reserves.
Minutes later, Benaiah exhaled contentedly.
“The spiritual power of Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain is remarkable, though the bloodied air is distasteful.” “If you think our air reeks, wouldn’t your Myriad Demon Mountain be steeped in corpses and gore?” Herve retorted.
Benaiah shook his head calmly.
“At least we don’t turn people into blood slaves, drain their essence, and use their corpses to refine poison after they die…” His words made Herve and the yellow-robed monk visibly tense.
Several level nine cultivators shuddered, their expressions betraying unpleasant memories—and growing hatred for Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.
“A place of pilgrimage for monks?” Benaiah sneered.
“Even the demons of Myriad Demon Mountain would recoil at the sight of you.” At that moment, a cry erupted: “The tenth level great path is revealed!”
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