Settling Karma

"You!"

The Monster Spirit King was terrified and tried to retaliate, but it was too late. It couldn't even self-destruct. Its massive body rapidly contracted and collapsed inward, instantly turning into a fist-sized, high-density ball of flesh.

"Bone-Corroding Blood-Exhausting Finger!"

Si Jingyu pointed a finger at the fleshy ball, and a corrosive internal force seeped into it, instantly triggering a massive explosion that sent both Si Jingyu and Si Ming flying.

In the sky, the blood mist dissipated and vanished in the wind; the ambitions of heroes and the aspirations of overlords were scattered and less significant than the blood and flesh scattered across the sky.

Resentment and hatred filled the sky with evil blood, which slowly disappeared under the light of Buddha, leaving only a faint red mark in the sky, telling the story of how evil could not prevail over good.

"Finally, we succeeded! Haha, cough cough..."

Si Ming tried to laugh, but coughed up blood. Si Jingyu rushed over to treat him, but when she channeled her True Qi into his body, she found that his meridians were riddled with holes and had nowhere to flow. If an ordinary person had suffered such injuries, they would probably have died a hundred times over. It was a miracle that Si Ming was still alive and laughing.

Suddenly, a strange change occurred. A powerful aura emerged from the blood mist drifting in the air. The two looked up and saw a huge eyeball formed from Anomalies source staring down at them.

"No, no way, there's a third form... Now we're truly at a loss."

Si Ming smiled bitterly, suddenly understanding the Spirit King's feelings just now. He thought he could step into heaven in the next step, but instead he plunged headlong into hell.

Si Jingyu was equally shocked and frightened. She even grabbed Si Ming's arm with all her might, intending to throw him out of the Buddhist formation and try to buy some time for herself. But she soon realized something was wrong.

"This power... seems to lack consciousness? Is it pure primordial power?"

The next moment, the eye in the sky seemed to have found its target, emitting divine light that enveloped Hongdou's body. Si Jingyu's Primordial Spirit was forced out, and then a stream of primordial power flowed into Hongdou's body, causing her Foundation to expand like an inflating balloon.

Si Ming suddenly realized, "So that's why only blood relatives can completely kill the King of Monsters."

A moment later, the eyeball in the sky disappeared, and Hongdou's aura became so powerful that it was terrifying. She did not fully inherit the power of the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King, with a loss rate of about fifty percent. In addition, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King's original power was also damaged in the previous battle. Therefore, the Foundation she ultimately inherited was about one-third of the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King's.

However, returning one-third of the power of Void Returning Great Grandmaster is still a terrifying number, directly pushing Hongdou's Cultivation Body to the peak of the Spirit Transformation Grandmaster!

Si Jingyu couldn't help but sigh, "This is truly... We fought tooth and nail, narrowly escaping death, and barely managed to eliminate the powerful enemy, while she did nothing, her consciousness was still sleeping in a corner of her sea of consciousness, and yet she woke up as a peerless master. It's just outrageous!"

—The benefactor Hong not only possesses the heart of a child, but has also survived the greatest tribulation of his life. From then on, he enjoys abundant blessings and is free from disasters and difficulties, which even Celestial Person would envy.

Si Ming suddenly recalled the comments made by Faji of the Sarira Hall when he read Hongdou's face. He had to admit that this master was indeed insightful. Even if he returned to secular life and stopped chanting scriptures, he could still become a famous physiognomist. His fortune was too great!

"Forget it, the meat will just rot in the pot anyway. You should hurry up and tell the others that the Spirit King is dead. It's time to end this war."

Si Jingyu's Primordial Spirit nodded and said, "Hold on a little longer, and I'll have those bald guys send people to rescue you right away." After saying that, it transformed into light and left, returning to its physical body.

Si Ming lay on the ground, gazing at the sky, his consciousness gradually fading into darkness. "After so many hard days, it's time to get a good night's sleep..."

Hongdou, who was next to him, scratched her face, turned to the side, and hugged his hand tightly, trapping it between her two mounds.

"Ha, a beautiful lady, a gentleman's delight, in the end, you still have to give her a treat."

Chapter 401 The End of Cause and Effect

The Thousand Buddhas of the Bhadrakalpa Formation was dispelled, and the light barrier that reached the sky dissipated. Everyone and everything, including monsters, realized that the moment that would determine the outcome of the war had arrived, and they all released their spiritual senses to sense the aura.

The aura of the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King has vanished.

A brief silence, seemingly to allow time for understanding of the fact, was followed by a commotion, which was then drowned out by deafening cheers.

Every monk was cheering, roaring, and weeping loudly, including those who had sided with the Monster Race. They shouted even more energetically and frantically than their companions, as if to prove that from the moment the Spirit King died, they had severed ties with their past identities—all the spies were dead.

The Monster Race were filled with confusion and panic. Their immortal King of Monsters had been killed, an unprecedented event in history. They all felt a sense of loss, as if their spiritual leader had been destroyed. It was like those cultivators who painstakingly practiced the methods of immortality, believing that they could achieve eternal life by reaching the end, only to find that those so-called immortals would still grow old and die. The goal they had strived for all their lives had collapsed.

Some of the more astute Monster Race immediately realized what was happening and secretly slipped away from the battlefield. They noticed that the monks, who had previously looked exhausted, seemed to have been infused with new vitality, becoming energetic and vigorous with inexhaustible strength. Staying would only lead to their deaths; even the immortal King of Monsters had died, let alone them.

These Monster Race all slipped away secretly without making a sound. They believed in sacrificing their own companions rather than themselves; without their comrades staying behind to hold off the enemy, how could they possibly escape?

South gate of Glazed Temple.

"Huh? That cunning old fox, the Spirit King, actually kicked the bucket? Aha, now there's no one to compete with me for the title of strongest Monster Race."

When the result was confirmed, the Beast King Anye was slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter, showing no trace of sadness at the loss of his comrade.

Wan Yebai, the sect leader of the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect, said with his sword held horizontally, "Everything is difficult at the beginning. Once we set a precedent, everything else will fall into place. The Spirit King was the first, and you will be next."

"Ha, I'm not some fool like the Spirit King who's so concerned with saving face that he suffers for nothing. When the rumor spread that 'only blood relatives can kill the King of Monsters,' I slaughtered all my blood relatives. Just in case, I didn't even spare the women I'd slept with. I left no one alive, completely clean-cut, and now I'm truly all alone. What's the Buddhism term for it? Right, it's called settling karma."

Wan Yebai retorted sharply, "Even tigers don't eat their cubs; you are truly cold-blooded and heartless."

"Ha, what poison could those big cats possibly have? I could kill several of them with one hand. The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King wouldn't listen to my advice, saying things like he was making a big fuss over a rumor, showing no kingly demeanor, and so on. In the end, he died at someone's hands and became a laughingstock. It's clear that you have to listen to the enemy's words in reverse. You say we can't kill them, then I'll kill them anyway, and I'll slaughter them all, so I won't fall into your trap."

As they spoke, the Beast King Anye summoned a Hundred-Battle Beast Saber and unleashed a flurry of rapid slashes, disrupting the four's formation. Then, he withstood a sword Sword Qi from Wan Yebai and forced his way out of the formation.

"Haha, it's getting late. Once those bald monks arrive, I won't be able to leave. So I won't play with you guys today. I'll visit you another day." The Beast King Anye turned and left, revealing his bare back.

"Don't go!"

One of the young men in the formation could not contain himself. He thrust his sword forward, the sword energy of the Evil-Slaying Sword Qi tearing through the air, aiming to intercept his opponent and slow him down.

"Don't let the Yansheng!"

Wan Yebai hurriedly shouted to stop him, but it was too late. The Beast King swung his blade backhand, unleashing a fierce and overwhelming attack that easily shattered the Evil-Slaying Sword Qi and tore the young swordsman's right arm into a bloody mist and fleshy pulp.

"Little one, your mother is calling you home for dinner. Your uncle has a huge appetite; if you stay, he'll eat all the rice in your rice bin. I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."

The Beast King Anye slung the sword over his shoulder, let out a sickening laugh, and left without looking back.

The young swordsman's face was pale, but he was no coward. He didn't cry out in pain, but instead used acupressure to stop the bleeding. He turned to ask, "Sect Master, why didn't we leave the Beast King here? He's all alone, which is the perfect opportunity to kill him. If we can keep him occupied and wait for the Glazed Temple to send someone to cut off his retreat, we can ride the wave of victory. Even if we can't cure the root cause like we did with the Spirit King, killing him once will be enough to bring several years of peace to the martial world."

Wan Yebai rebuked, "Nonsense! You only see the thief eating meat, but you don't see the thief getting beaten. Do you know how much the Glazed Temple paid to completely eliminate the Spirit King? How many more people will die if we deal with another Beast King? Can you bear that responsibility? We've only eliminated one Spirit King; we're still far from achieving peace and tranquility in the world!"