Buddhist Treasure That Could Seal a Supreme

Outside Fuli City, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth roiled in chaos, boiling like a cauldron.

Above the blood-colored grand array, two figures tore through the air, the lingering ripples of surging Magic Power still clinging to their fingertips.

Doubt flickered in the eyes of one Cold Palace elder. As he circulated the Bone and Blood Cult's evil art, which felt utterly unfamiliar within him, his gaze blazed as he stared directly at the monk built like an iron tower.

"Arhat, are you truly certain that Ye Li is in the city?"

Zhengyang Arhat held a string of Buddhist beads in one hand, a smile on his face. "Rest assured, Elder. This humble monk can guarantee it."

After all, he was merely an uncultured mortal Venerable. Even at the Cosmic Birth Realm, he could hardly comprehend the subtleties of Buddhist teachings, much less erase every trace left upon the treasure.

The Buddhist Treasures of Vajra Hall had never been easy things to take.

Likewise, the Buddhist Disciples of Great Brahma Palace were not examples for outsiders to use to kill the chicken and scare the monkey.

What he could not understand, however, was this.

After learning of the matter, several Supremes had all remained inactive. They had even appeared far less frequently to preside over Buddhist rites.

Had the Second Prince not pleaded with all his might this time, the Buddha Lord likely still would not have agreed to his journey.

But since he was here now.

Zhengyang Arhat intended to handle matters flawlessly. He had never been able to tolerate too many imperfections, much less the disgrace of a Buddhist Disciple he valued being slain by an outsider.

As one of the [Four Extremes], they feared that even the Venerables of those three sects were secretly laughing at