Master Tianhai's Legacy!

Seeing this bizarre scene, Little White Fox Su Yao in Wang Lang's arms felt her heart pound uncontrollably.

At this moment, she finally understood and deeply agreed with her mother's constant warnings.

The outside world was truly too dangerous.

Su Yao wailed inwardly. If heaven could give her another chance, she would honestly stay in her cave dwelling, gnawing on fruit, and never harbor the slightest curiosity about the outside world!

Su Yao's mother was a peak third-tier great Yao deep within the Cloudmist Mountain Range (first-tier corresponds to Qi Induction, third-tier to Profound Understanding), currently in seclusion to break through a bottleneck.

She had set up numerous restrictions outside their cave dwelling specifically to prevent her daughter from sneaking out and causing trouble.

Who knew that after three years of seclusion, a corner of the restrictions would be silently broken, and Su Yao, bored out of her mind, happened to spot it.

Without thinking much, Su Yao flashed her form and slipped out.

For the first month after entering the human world, she still remembered her mother's teachings, such as the fearsomeness of the Limitless Dynasty's Demon Subduing Division, and their specialized Demon Binding Cuffs, Soul Suppressing Talismans, and so on, which were designed to counter Yaos.

So, she had been very careful, hiding her form and observing the mortal world from the shadows, finding everything novel and interesting.

It wasn't until the beginning of the second month after leaving the mountain range that she wandered near Creek Stone Village and encountered Lin Xiu'er's vengeful spirit.

At that moment, something within her bloodline, a kind of inherited instinct, was triggered.

Her mother had said that if their clan could devour the innards of wicked individuals, it would not only be without sin but would actually accelerate their cultivation, serving as a unique form of practice.

And so, the Yao incident in Creek Stone Village occurred.

But now, Su Yao desperately wished her mother would emerge from seclusion soon and find her through their bloodline connection.

After all, this bizarre temple before her gave her a feeling more terrifying than the Demon Subduing Division her mother described, or even the most vicious Heretical Cultivators!

It was a tremor originating from her life's instinct, as if some ancient evil slumbered within the temple.

The mere aura naturally emanating from it was enough to make her, a little Yao soul, dissipate.

Compared to the trembling little white fox in his arms, Wang Lang's mindset had smoothly transitioned from a strategic retreat to accepting the situation as it was.

His earlier run was purely out of the prudent principle of a gentleman not standing under a dangerous wall, not out of fear.

Now that all his attempts indicated he couldn't leave this damned place for the time being, he was no longer flustered.

With the red trait [Ageless and Undying] tucked away in his pocket as the ultimate insurance, he felt confident.

Even if a King Yama popped out, he'd dare to wrestle with him.

But when he looked down at the little fox in his arms, he immediately felt that this little creature had run into terrible luck, encountering this mess with him.

He, after all, could infinite reload after death.

But this little fox, which didn't look very durable, probably only had one life.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, he should try to avoid direct confrontation.

With that thought, Wang Lang stepped forward, reaching the temple's main gate. He cupped his hands and announced loudly:

"This junior, Wang Lang, along with... a spirit pet, has inadvertently stumbled into this place. If we have caused any disturbance, we beg your pardon."

"Furthermore, this junior has been a devout Buddhist since childhood and yearns for the Tathagata. If it is convenient for the master of this place, could you guide us on how to leave?"

However, the temple remained silent, both inside and out.

The negotiation had clearly failed; the other party wasn't engaging at all.

Wang Lang wasn't surprised by this.

He looked up, his gaze falling on the mottled plaque above the temple's main gate.

The gilded lettering on the plaque had long since peeled off, leaving only the dull base coat, making the words "Golden Light Temple" barely discernible.

"Golden Light Temple..." Wang Lang murmured inwardly, "The name sounds quite righteous."

Just as he was contemplating whether to try pushing the door or climbing over, the two temple doors, which looked like they would require several strong men to push, spontaneously and slowly slid open a crack inward.

It didn't feel like a welcome, but more like the mouth of a giant beast slowly opening.

Wang Lang's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked down at the little white fox in his arms and said in a low voice:

"Stay put and don't move. While I'm not some almighty being, as long as I'm here, I'll ensure your safety."

Hearing this, Su Yao quickly nodded her little head like a pecking chick, not daring to even breathe heavily.

Wang Lang hesitated no longer and stepped into the temple's interior.

The moment his entire body entered the temple's premises, the little white fox in his arms trembled violently, as if pricked by invisible ice needles, and directly fainted.

Wang Lang sensed the movement in his arms and felt speechless: "...That dramatic?"

Although he also felt the sense of being watched intensified upon entering the temple, it was far from enough to scare someone unconscious.

But it was good that she fainted; it saved her from seeing even more stimulating scenes later and causing him trouble.

Upon entering, the first thing that caught his eye was a massive bronze cauldron standing in the center of the courtyard, with three legs and two handles.

The cauldron was covered in dark green patina and etched with various distorted patterns, some resembling suffering beings, others ferocious monsters.

Besides this large cauldron, the entire front hall was surrounded by tall, imposing structures.

Wang Lang didn't linger in the entrance, heading straight for the open main hall.

In the very center of the main hall, an extremely peculiar three-headed, six-armed Buddha statue was enshrined.

The statue was incredibly tall, almost reaching the hall's domed ceiling. Its three faces displayed expressions of compassion, anger, and a smile.

Its six arms were outstretched, each holding a different ritual implement.

The upper pair of hands held a Dharma wheel and a lotus flower.

The middle pair of hands grasped a sword and a vase.

The lower pair of hands held a vajra scepter and a demon-subduing staff, respectively.

"Three heads and six arms... Is this a Buddhist guardian deity? Or some kind of uncommon wrathful deity?"

Wang Lang's understanding of Buddhism was superficial at best, mostly gleaned from fragmented information from novels and movies in his past life. He couldn't identify this specific deity.

He just felt that the design and the imposing aura were quite impressive.

His gaze shifted away from the Buddha statue, falling onto the offering table in front of it.

There were no ordinary offerings on the table, only three items neatly arranged.

The first item on the left was a tin staff.

It was about six feet long, entirely dark gold, with intricate Sanskrit script and lotus cloud patterns carved along its shaft.

In the middle was an old, thread-bound book.

Its cover was made of some unknown, dark brown leather, with five large characters written in cinnabar:

Vajra Subduing Demons Sutra.

On the far right was an unsealed letter.

Wang Lang didn't rashly touch any of the items.

He first walked slowly around the great hall, his gaze sweeping over every corner, every pillar, even looking up at the beams.

But inside the hall, apart from the Buddha statue and the three items on the offering table, there was nothing else.

No prayer cushions, no lamps, no other decorations.

After confirming there were no immediate dangers or clues, Wang Lang returned to the offering table.

His eyes scanned the three items, finally settling on the letter.

The paper felt slightly cool to the touch. Upon unfolding it, he saw the writing was vigorous.

To the destined person who knows:

This humble monk, Tianhai, is an emissary of the Hidden Clan, the Jue Sect.

Our clan has guarded a secret concerning the survival of this world for generations.

Deductions indicate that after a thousand years, the Yin Extremity and Yang Extremity deities will awaken from their slumber.

At that time, yin and yang will be in chaos, laws will collapse, and all things will return to nothingness.

This place is the eye of the Yin Extremity earth vein in Yuan Province, and it may become the catalyst for the Yin Extremity True God's awakening.

Therefore, I used my physical body to guard this place, drawing the earth's veins into myself, transforming them into shackles to delay the catastrophe.

However, this is like drinking poison to quench thirst.

In this life, I have used my body to suppress the calamity and have no time for anything else, nor do I have a successor.

The tin staff to the left of the offering table is named Town Mountain. It is my demon-subduing artifact. It is as heavy as a mountain and as light as a feather. Its power manifests with a single thought.

Beside it is the Vajra Subduing Demons Sutra, which was my primary cultivation method in my early years.

This sutra takes a unique path, emphasizing both Qi Refinement and Body Refinement.

When qi circulates through the heavens, it can directly reach the Profound Connection Realm of Qi Refinement.

When the body is forged into a golden body, it can achieve the Myriad Manifestations of Body Refinement.

Those who achieve minor success can manifest a thirty-foot Vajra Dharma Idol.

Those who achieve great success can manifest a ninety-foot Vajra golden body.

These two items are left for the destined person, hoping they will be used wisely.

Furthermore, inside the envelope is a Bodhi Seed, a token of inheritance from the Jue Sect. Please, destined person, be sure to deliver it to the hands of the current Imperial Preceptor of the Limitless Dynasty.

This matter is unrelated to the common people; it is a personal favor between this monk and an old friend.

If it can be accomplished, this monk will find some solace in this endless confinement.

--Tianhai, last words.

After Wang Lang finished reading, his brow furrowed. The amount of information contained within was truly significant.

The Hidden Tribe and the Jue Sect don't seem to be branches of Buddhism currently circulating in the Limitless Dynasty.

And two gods of Yin Extremity and Yang Extremity? All things return to the void? A great tribulation in the future?

This sounds like a boss setting on the level of world-ending.

And this Master Tianhai, he actually used himself as a price to suppress the power rift of one of these world-ending bosses?

Such breadth of mind and sacrifice are deeply moving.

Wang Lang's gaze fell upon the Bodhi Seed within the letter.

This thing was small, like a melon seed. To deliver it to the hands of the Grand Tutor of the Limitless Dynasty, he needed to travel to the Central Province.

This was quite a coincidence.

He remembered his own grandfather's dying wish, asking him to deliver a letter to the Hidden Rain Pavilion in Yong Province.

The shortest route from Yuan Province to Yong Province required passing through the Central Province.

The two matters could be handled together along the way.

Next, his gaze eagerly turned to the Vajra Subduing Demons Sutra.

It was actually a dual cultivation method for Qi Refinement and Body Refinement? And it could directly lead to the Profound Connection and Myriad Manifestations realms?

Wang Lang's heart stirred with excitement.

He was currently troubled by the lack of follow-up cultivation methods for the Basic Body Tempering Art and the Song of Righteous Qi.

This Vajra Subduing Demons Sutra had come at just the right time!

He no longer hesitated and reached out to pick up the cultivation manual.

However, the moment his fingers touched the leather cover, a sudden change occurred!

A faint hum sounded, and the Vajra Subduing Demons Sutra erupted with brilliant Buddhist light, drilling into his body from his fingertips and rushing straight into his mind!

Wang Lang felt his mind shake violently. The general principles of the cultivation method, the circulation routes, the visualization diagrams, the method for condensing the Vajra Dharma Idol, various applications for subduing demons...

All the cultivation techniques, key points, and difficult passages of the Vajra Subduing Demons Sutra were branded deep within his mind.

It even contained some of Master Tianhai's insights and experiences while cultivating this method!

Wang Lang stood frozen, closing his eyes to digest the information for a moment before slowly opening them, a hint of astonishment and realization flashing in his eyes.

"A direct infusion, an instant inheritance... This method is truly miraculous!"

"Master Tianhai's cultivation realm during his life, I'm afraid, was more than just the Profound Connection Realm, wasn't it? Could it be... he had reached the Dao Integration Realm?"

Such a method surpassed his understanding of ordinary cultivation techniques.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Wang Lang turned his gaze to the Town Mountain Tin Staff.

He reached out and grasped the staff.

It felt slightly heavy in his hand, but not unbearable.

With a slight effort, he lifted the staff.

Weighing it, it was indeed as the letter said, heavy as a mountain and light as a feather; its weight seemed to change with the user's intent and the qi infused into it.

Wang Lang nodded with satisfaction. "A good magical artifact. It can be used as a walking stick normally, and at critical moments, it can be used to physically send demons and monsters to their next life."