Chapter 2062: The True Face Chapter 2062: The True Face Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation A cry of surprise suddenly rang out.
A level nine expert pointed toward the level ten path in the sky.
The original dragon soul shape had completely dissipated, transforming into a light blue ball of light.
Everyone’s gaze immediately shifted to the tenth-level avenue.
Their primary reason for coming to the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain was still the tenth-level great path before them.
In the face of the tenth level great path, the evil of the Myriad Buddha Mountain could be momentarily set aside.
Herve Jervis and the yellow-robed monk’s expressions grew even darker.
The level ten great path had chosen neither an earlier nor a later moment but had to appear now.
If it had appeared earlier, they would have secured it long ago.
If it had appeared later, it would have been far better than this moment.
The already dense rain of the great path in the sky grew even more majestic with the manifestation of the level ten great path.
Braydon Neal was immersed in the rain of the great path, and profound insights surged into his mind.
Meanwhile, Benaiah Strunk stood firm with his spear in hand, radiating an indomitable and domineering aura.
“Ten Thousand Buddha Old Dog, do you think you’re worthy of being called a Buddhist Holy Land?” “Today, I, Benaiah Strunk, will seek justice for the hundreds of millions of lives you’ve destroyed!” As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful surge of energy erupted behind him.
Golden spiritual power contrasted sharply with black spiritual power.
Everyone’s expressions shifted.
Double tenth level!
Benaiah had broken through to this unparalleled level!
Herve and the yellow-robed monk exchanged uneasy glances.
The people of Myriad Demon Mountain had actually comprehended both the demonic and divine paths.
Fear flickered across Herve’s face.
“Benaiah, you’ve cultivated in the Dark Yellow Thick Earth Alms Bowl of my Ten Thousand Buddha Temple for thousands of years.
You’ve already comprehended the Way of Buddha.
You may leave now.” “As for destroying our Dark Yellow Thick Earth Alms Bowl, we can let bygones be bygones.” Herve’s words made Benaiah burst into laughter.
“Hahahaha, this old man hasn’t heard such a good joke in a thousand years!” Benaiah clutched his stomach with one hand, laughing openly despite Herve and the monk’s grim expressions.
“Your Ten Thousand Buddha Temple is truly shameless!
You think I comprehended the Divine Dao within your Dark Yellow Thick Earth Alms Bowl?
If I learned anything in there, it was only the ghost path and the path of resentment!” With that, Benaiah raised the World Shattering Spear and hurled it into the depths of Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.
“Today, I will show the world what truly lies within the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain!” The World Shattering Spear shot forward with violent force, shattering the void layer by layer.
This was the pinnacle of destruction among tenth-level eon artifacts!
Below, Fedele Licata gripped his halberd, watching the spear’s destructive power with awe.
He swallowed hard, silently estimating his chances of survival against such might.
One second to destroy his weapon, another to obliterate his flesh, and the last to erase his soul.
Three seconds.
Herve and the yellow-robed monk were enraged by Benaiah’s audacity.
“You dare!” “Benaiah, aren’t you afraid our Ten Thousand Buddha Temple will suppress you again?” “Let’s see if I dare,” Benaiah replied coldly.
“As for suppressing me—heh, if you hadn’t ambushed me with five tenth level experts, I wouldn’t have been imprisoned for a thousand years!” The World Shattering Spear seemed to resonate with Benaiah’s fury, its power growing even more ferocious.
Meanwhile, Braydon, still bathed in the rain of the great path, became increasingly focused.
His eyes locked onto the World Shattering Spear, studying its path runes and the power it emitted.
Braydon was on the verge of a breakthrough.
Under the rain of the great path, his strength surged ever higher.
All he needed was an opportunity to ascend to the peak of the immortal realm.
The banished immortal Dharma Idols within him multiplied, preparing to fuse into a singular power that would propel him to the pinnacle of the immortal path.
In the sky, Scipio Langdon and Elder Juntenen observed Braydon’s transformation.
Elder Juntenen turned to Scipio.
“Pavilion Master, Braydon is close to breaking through.
He’s just missing a catalyst.” Scipio nodded, scanning their surroundings for anything that could serve as the needed spark.
“There’s still one place untouched within Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain,” Elder Juntenen said through divine sense.
“A Golden Bodhi grows there.
Its fruit could be of great use to Braydon.” Scipio’s eyes lit up.
He exchanged a knowing glance with Elder Juntenen, a smile playing on their faces.
By now, the World Shattering Spear had reached the inner sanctum of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, shattering the restrictions in its path.
Crack!
A soft sound echoed as the skies above the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain turned blood-red.
The air filled with the stench of blood and resentment, spreading tens of thousands of miles.
Braydon halted his comprehension of the great path, forming a spiritual barrier around himself.
The once pure rain of path runes turned scarlet under the corruption of blood and resentment.
The ninth-level experts watching from above felt their hairs stand on end.
How many lives had Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain claimed over the years?
Herve and the yellow-robed monk dropped their pretense.
A bloodthirsty glint appeared in their eyes.
“Why?
Why must you push this far?” “You could have left unscathed, pretending nothing had happened.
Why seek your own death?” Monstrous demonic energy poured from the two monks, surpassing even Benaiah’s own demonic aura.
Meanwhile, a Golden Bodhi appeared in Scipio’s hand, radiating pure energy.
“This is excellent,” he murmured.
“If Braydon refines it, he’ll not only break through but grow stronger.” He flipped his palm, sending the Golden Bodhi Fruit toward Braydon.
Scipio’s voice rang in Braydon’s mind.
“Braydon, this fruit will help you break through.
Refine it quickly.” Braydon nodded, taking the fruit and beginning to refine its energy.
In the sky, the battle erupted.
Herve and the yellow-robed monk wielded bloodstained long sticks, exuding a fiendish aura.
These weapons had claimed countless lives.
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