Traces of the Devil

"So that was it. This was the devil path's scheme?"

Encircled by the celestial river, Fang Qing in his Blackwater Dharma Body suddenly laughed long and loud. "Using the Confucian School's Way of the Supreme Sage to sever communion between heaven and earth—cutting off the influence of immortals and Buddhas, then subjecting the world to demonic corruption?"

"Amitabha Buddha. They intend to sever the mortal foundations of our Daoist and Buddhist paths—"

Although Zen Master Fakong had taken a sword through the chest, the golden radiance around him grew ever denser. He extended an enormous palm, as though holding a Buddhist kingdom within it, and brought it down with enough force to blot out the sky.

"This—what are we supposed to do?"

Countless spell lights flickered around Flowery Grandee, yet he could not even approach the academy, much less that great white star. His face turned ashen.

He knew that, at this point, even killing Hundred Sufferings Arhat and Tu Yushu would accomplish nothing.

Fang Qing swept his sword across the sky. A white dragon roared, crushing a swath of stars.

"First, cut off the immortals and Buddhists—the White Sun Star connects to the Blissful Heavenly Realm. From then on, this world becomes devil soil, and only those of the devil path can ascend?"

His gaze flashed like lightning as he looked toward Lihen Old Devil, who wielded the Hatred-Severing Devil Palace. "Is this your devil path's scheme?"

"What ability or standing do I possess to devise such a scheme?"

Lihen Old Devil gave a bitter laugh. With a light toss, he sent the Hatred-Severing Devil Palace in his hand toward Flowery Grandee and the other mighty cultivators of the unorthodox paths.

By this point, countless hidden cultivators throughout this world had been alarmed. Many old monsters who had spent