This time, he lost!
The Central Emperor remained calm, showing no surprise at the outcome.
For him, even if the opponent is a true Forbidden Zone Heir, he can still kill them, it just takes a little more time.
The Quasi-Emperor of the forbidden zone had suffered a head injury and could no longer completely control his essence and will. His blood energy was running rampant, and the crimson mist outlined several blurry images in the starry sky. It was an ancient star, and a weak Human Clan boy with a timid and humble expression was being beaten by adults and experiencing all kinds of humiliation.
He was very talented; merely as the young master's servant, he learned the Bitter Sea from just a few words, many times faster than his master. But this earned him a brutal beating...
Then, Xiang Yufei saw another scene: the planet was collapsing, the earth was cracking, clusters of buildings were exploding, and Saint flying into the sky screamed as they fell into the abyss.
That was Dark Turmoil.
Corpses, corpses everywhere, except for one person covered in blood but still breathing. Despite having his Life force drained, he still had a breath left and was struggling to crawl forward.
In this world, the fate of the weak is tragic; this was true for the boy, and it was also true for that family.
This obsession with Life and resentment towards fate cannot move the Supreme.
But the thoughts in this ant's mind piqued the interest of the Lord of the Forbidden Zone, who decided to give this little insect a glimmer of hope.
Later, he rose from the small world within the forbidden zone, regarding it as his home, and stood before the Supreme Being...
For all living beings, Dark Turmoil represent a great calamity, the darkest hour. But for him, turmoil means justice.
To die alongside those important figures is, for the lowly, the fairest thing imaginable.
In the eyes of that frail boy, the Forbidden Zone Supreme amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood was a matter of destiny; therefore, he felt no resentment, only gratitude and relief...
"Tick-tock... tick-tock..."
Drops of Quasi-Emperor blood flowed down, and this extraordinary Daoist priest fell into the dust, his story about to end.
Xiang Yufei sighed softly, clasped his hands together, and prepared to sever and imprison the physical body and primordial spirit of this Quasi-Emperor of the forbidden zone—this was a request from a high-ranking member of the Chaos Hall.
But in the end, he gave up on doing so, letting the Quasi-Emperor transform into a dazzling rain of light, which fell in abundance into the dark universe.
In the distance, seeing the battle was over, the Dragon Horse quickly ran over. Seeing that the Quasi-Emperor of the Forbidden Zone had already passed away, it beat its chest and stamped its feet, heartbroken. It said that this was a sin. A Quasi-Emperor! This was a great treasure! It had just disappeared like this. This was an immeasurable loss for the Kunxu Palace. This was a crime.
"Boss, you're being too wasteful. You could at least have spared me an arm... This is Quasi-Emperor..."
The Dragon Horse horse howled and collapsed onto the starry sky, looking as if it had lost its mother and was utterly despondent. However, the Central Emperor ignored it completely.
Unlike Ye Fan, Xiang Yufei is upright and honest, so he doesn't have much of a spiritual connection with Dragon Horse. However, having such a lively character around can help relieve some boredom...
"Aren't you afraid of being blamed over there for doing this?" A figure stepped out from Xingyuzhong, carrying a gourd in his hand. One of the primordial spirits was terrified; it was the last of the Three Gods Beyond the World.
Looking at the eternal starry sky, Wang Teng also exuded wisps of Quasi-Emperor aura.
"He took a liking to me, so I'll treat him with some respect, and that's enough."
Xiang Yufei remained calm; defying the decree of the Chaos Hall held no emotional impact on him.
Hearing this reply, Wang Teng raised an eyebrow and smiled, "He killed so many people in the Ji Family. If they heard about it, they would definitely be in an uproar. You just said you wanted to repay their favor."
The Central Emperor remained silent. Suddenly, he turned around, looked at Wang Teng, and said calmly, " The Void is the Void, Ji Family is the Ji Family."
A moment later, the two returned on horseback. As they approached the Great Luo Heaven, the Dragon Horse winked and began to speak.
"Brother Xiang, can we disguise ourselves a little? Think about it, the guy we just took down must be someone of high status in the restricted area. You'd better fight hard to take him down, otherwise even the Quasi-Emperor of the restricted area won't dare to come after you again... We need to ensure sustainable development."
Xiang Yufei remained noncommittal, but his eyes held a hint of mockery.
What was this black-hearted horse thinking? How could it possibly escape his notice?
However, he did keep his word after all. He made his robes a little disheveled, and then stained them with a few drops of Quasi-Emperor's blood. He then rode his Dragon Horse back to the Kunxu Palace.
Once the Quasi-Emperor bronze cauldron, symbolizing the identities of the Three Gods Beyond the World, was delivered to the Chaos Hall, the Ji Family quickly received the news that their formidable enemy had been annihilated. This caused the Ji Family elders to be overjoyed and celebrate their victory.
Ji Zi also felt a great weight lifted off her shoulders. She had been under immense pressure lately, with some members of her family even secretly blaming her, believing that her close ties with the Sacred Body had led to such heavy casualties in the Ji Family...
Before the Ji Family could celebrate for long...
The Heavenly Dragon arrived with Black Emperor and began demanding "personnel compensation."
Although the two creatures were not lions, their appetites were even greater than those of lions. This caused the Ji Family's eldest elder, who was in charge of receiving them, to complain endlessly.
Chapter 724 A Single Finger Steals a Soul, Mount Sumeru Laments
As the year drew to a close, time passed like the wind sweeping across the yellow sands, falling in a flurry. The cracks in the Immortal Road of the Big Dipper grew wider and wider, and the ominous atmosphere of impending storms stretched from the Cosmic Frontier all the way to this place. During this period, two completely different scenes appeared.
One reason is that many of the sacred sites and major religions on the Burial Emperor Star migrated to other regions, leaving many glorious ancient lands desolate.
One reason is that saints from other realms are descending like raindrops, all eager to see the Immortal Road immortality; their madness is truly astounding.
The most extreme example is that of Fan Gui, an elderly Half-Saint, who traveled across the Void with his wife and daughter, but ran out of money halfway through and couldn't afford the expensive Great Transmission Domain Gate talisman. (This talisman is a token issued by the Dao Yan Palace of the Time Hall for wide-ranging cosmic travel, and it is extremely expensive.)
In order to board the Domain Gate to the Immortal Road, Fan Gui made a painful decision: he sold his wife and two young daughters to a passing Saint King in exchange for a talisman for the Starry Domain Gate.
After the incident came to light, countless people on the Starry Sky Network hurled insults, believing that such a person did not deserve to live. In particular, some female cultivators felt compassion and could not bear to see such a thing happen.
But what of the mockery? What good are insults? In the eyes of that Half-Saint, they are nothing.
"Thunderclaps from words alone—those are lowly mortals. My future lies in the Immortal Domain..."
The Northern Region was desolate. On the barren land, an old man's eyes flashed with an indescribable light, and his face was indifferent.
Fan Gui smiled, then looked back at the Boundless Great Emperor who had passed beneath his feet. The insults and attacks in the private messages on the spirit jade in his hand rose and fell, representing life and death, but he paid no attention to them.
Occasionally, he would think back to his old life, to his poor wife and two daughters, and then he would chuckle to himself, savoring the memory.
His wife was a new bride he took when he was 3,600 years old; they had been husband and wife for several hundred years and had two lovely daughters...
You must give to receive!
Those who achieve great things must give up certain things... Those who live according to the opinions of others are destined to be pathetic...
Fan Gui walked towards the Southern Region, muttering to himself. Behind him, the northern sandstorm was as infamous as the world's most notorious storm, incredibly violent.
This matter did not end there. As the news spread through the Starry Sky Network, some of the creatures of Kunlun also learned about it.
Some sneered, some remained indifferent, and some sighed; the reactions of the people were varied.
However, most of those who gained momentum were below the level of the Saintly Path; the truly powerful figures would never pay attention to such people.
But the combined power of all living beings still had an effect.
A Half-Saint issued a decree, intending to execute the despicable scourge and eradicate its remaining poison. Immediately, followers gathered in droves, their shouts reaching the heavens.
However, no matter how hard the group searched, they couldn't find Fan Gui's whereabouts. They then realized that the fellow had already changed his appearance and disappeared somewhere. Even the Saint's intervention couldn't find him.
Someone suggested buying a small causal tracking talisman, but everyone remained silent.
The items in the Time Hall are indeed of exceptional quality, but their exorbitant prices are common knowledge throughout the heavens...
The matter was left unresolved...
The Immortal Qi of the Big Dipper grew increasingly dense, and the cracks outside the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land widened. The mountains were filled with figures, their eyes filled with longing as they greedily gazed at the celestial cave ahead, wanting to explore it.
They only thought about it, but some people put it into practice.
In just two years, seven Saint King and three Great Saint attempted to break into the Immortal Cave, but without exception, they all turned into ethereal rain of light. When they disappeared, they looked relieved, as if they had achieved their goal.
This led many to speculate that "light rain" might be a kind of alternative Yuhua, which was even more exciting... The elderly who actually knew the outcome remained silent, only sighing softly.
In the Western Desert, a being shrouded in the light of time descended. As far as the eye could see, thousands upon thousands of temples in the Western Desert rose from the ground and settled on Mount Sumeru.
This mountain soars into the sky, vast and magnificent, surrounded by numerous small stars. Legend has it that this extraordinary terrain was created by the Buddha in A Will Eternal after he moved the mountain here, causing the Milky Way to descend from the heavens.
A year ago, most of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the universe seemed to have received some most important Buddhist decree and rushed to Mount Sumeru. Even the Great Peacock Wisdom King was far away in the Amitabha Star Domain, came.
At Nalanda Temple, beneath the towering Buddha statue, a graceful figure sits on a high, square throne, her feet resting on lotus flowers. She wears a five-Buddha crown and is adorned with flowing ribbons. A Bodhi mark is imprinted on her forehead, radiating an aura of boundless tranquility.
The nun's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, as if golden energy emanated from them, creating a hazy, dreamlike quality. She gazed at the empty space ahead, her delicate, crystalline lips parted slightly, and a melodious voice instantly resounded throughout the ancient hall.
"Didn't he come?"
"That person's decree is for you to go to Kunlun." The time clone's words were brief.
Upon hearing these words, the beautiful female Buddha's eyelashes drooped, as if she had encountered something difficult. Now, as Quasi-Emperor of the Buddhist Sect, her connection with Mount Sumeru was far too close.
After a moment, as if she had made up her mind, she said, " Mount Sumeru is now under the rule of me and another sage. At this time, I... cannot leave."
"It's meaningless." The Time Avatar shook its head, calmly stating the truth. " Amitabha has taken the wrong path; even with his peak-era Dharma Body, he cannot penetrate it."
Upon suddenly hearing this prophecy—from a Supreme of the Time Dao — the Great Peacock Wisdom King's pupils constricted, his heart surged violently, and his mind was filled with a mixture of emotions.
In an instant, as if a sword of wisdom had been severed from her skin, she subconsciously chose to believe the prophecy.
She composed herself, then stepped down from the twenty-four-petaled lotus platform, respectfully bowing to the Time Avatar, and asked, "Is this the future that the Supreme Shi saw?"
Time itself looked up at the towering golden Buddha statue in the temple. The Buddha had a compassionate expression, and his whole body radiated a faint golden light of Bodhi, carrying the light of great wisdom.
He turned around, paused for a moment as he walked through the temple gate, and said, "The Buddha Sumeru's resolve to cultivate the Way is unwavering; you cannot persuade him otherwise."
As the words fell, countless Bronze Flowers of Time fluttered down, and the tall, slender figure had vanished without a trace, leaving only a female Buddha under the ancient temple's green lamp, sighing softly, her brows seemingly etched with an age-old sorrow...
No one knew that a great quarrel broke out on Mount Sumeru that night.
The newly rising giant of the Buddhist Sect, the Great Peacock Wisdom King, deviates from the will left by the Buddha Emperor and clashes fiercely with another Buddhist Sect leader.
"Foolish child..."
Outside the Great Thunderclap Temple, a figure under the Ancient Bodhi Tree shook his head, having guessed what was about to happen.
If magic were used, everything here would be a piece of cake; Peacock would only need to find a reason to leave Mount Sumeru.
The collision has escalated to this point...
Clearly, the Peacock Wisdom King wanted to reverse the entire direction of the Buddhist Sect, but how could that be possible? On one hand, there was the revered decree left by the Buddha Emperor, and later generations of disciples regarded Amitabha Buddha as the supreme deity and saint; how could they dare to disobey? How could they possibly disobey?
It was all in vain.
As he had predicted, the debate quickly yielded a result. With the question, "Do you wish to Sakyamuni?", purple clouds stretched for three thousand miles, the Demon-Subduing Pestle revived, and the traces of the Great Dao swirled around it, choosing the other side.
In an instant, the situation turned completely one-sided. The Great Peacock Wisdom King suffered a crushing defeat, and his disciples and followers defected one after another, clearly siding with another ancient Buddha and upholding the Buddha Emperor's dying wish.
In the end, only her mount, the golden peacock, followed her away... When she arrived, the entire Western Desert celebrated her, but when she left, she was all alone, met with countless cold stares.
"Knowing it was impossible yet still doing it, and with this result, you and he are very similar..."
The somber female Buddha lowered her head, and when she raised it again, a gentle smile appeared on her face. She said, "I trouble Supreme Shi."
From the depths of the vast ocean, a time-manifestation emerged, its eyes gleaming, its expression serene, and said, "I am referring to Sakyamuni. Soon, your name will become taboo, just like his."