Three Perfected Island

"That's amazing! Unbelievable!"

"It's truly unbelievable, especially since we're currently amidst the corpse of Turbid Dragon and Night Parade of a Hundred Demons."

"In such an area, even void magic might not be effective."

"Indeed, the Void Dao Technique is not a true Spatial Dao Technique. It is heavily influenced by Spiritual Qi, and wherever Spiritual Qi can flow, ghosts can certainly pass through."

"Are the Buddhist supernatural Divine Ability in the Saha Continent really that powerful?"

Both Lin Zhiying and Ao Tianhai were well-informed and experienced, but even they had never seen anything like this before.

Amidst the swirling Ghost Qi, the three figures radiated a Buddha-like light, allowing the Ghost Qi, Spiritual Qi, and even Turbid Qi to pass through them without any hindrance.

It was as if the three people did not exist in this space, but were merely three phantoms projected here.

But the three of them were clearly standing in the same spot, grounded, breathing, and alive.

"Alright, don't run around recklessly. My Vajrayana. If you go too far, I won't be able to protect you."

"Furthermore, when I practice Vajrayana, I am unable to move. Don't even think about me taking you inside for a stroll."

Seeing that the two were eager to try and seemed ready to cause trouble, Hu Mang quickly warned them.

"How long can you persist in this Buddhist practice?" Lin Zhiying asked.

"Let's keep going until the end of time," Hu Mang said casually.

"This is not the time for jokes."

Do I look like I'm joking?

Hu Mang wasn't exaggerating at all.

This is the biggest difference between the Emptiness Realm Buddhist Dharma and the Dharma of the Form Realm. The Dharma of the Form Realm is closer to Buddhist Law Technique and supernatural Divine Ability. Once the Buddha's power is exhausted, the Dharma and Divine Ability will naturally disappear.

However, the Emptiness Realm Buddhist Dharma is different; it is closer to a state of transformation. As long as one does not cancel the Dharma, it can indeed continue indefinitely.

Unless your Buddhist or demonic understanding far surpasses that of the Hu Mang, you cannot "fight Vajrayana the Hu Mang's Vajrayana teachings.

"Once we get out of here, we must have a proper fight. I want to see if my 'True Dragon Gang Art' can break your Buddhist techniques!" Ao Tianhai extended a warm invitation.

Hu Mang grinned, "Sorry, this humble monk is not skilled in martial arts."

Just kidding, if we really had a fight, you'd definitely recognize me.

If the Sea Yaksha and the Holy Son of the Demonic Path are linked together, I, Hu, will surely end up in jail.

"Did you comprehend this Buddhist teaching while working overseas? Do you know the exact location of the Saha Continent? We've been trying to pinpoint it, but it's difficult to do so using ordinary illusory Law Technique. Now it seems that perhaps Buddhism can achieve this."

Lin Zhiying was very interested in this.

Hu Mang could only mumble indistinctly:

"I don't know about that. I only came to understand Buddhist principles by chance, and these Buddhist teachings cannot be recorded in writing. Even if I taught you, you couldn't do it."

"This is similar to the records of those eminent Buddhist monks in ancient times," Lin Zhiying said thoughtfully.

Therefore, were all the eminent Buddhist monks who emerged from Heavenly Gate in ancient times Buddhas of the Emptiness Realm?

That mysterious little nun is also one?

The three chatted for a while longer, from the Demonic Saint to the Heavenly Gate Navy's overseas development plans. Hu Mang calculated the time and muttered to himself.

"It's been almost an hour, why hasn't Old Cui come out yet? Could he be trapped? Surely not?"

Ao Tianhai pondered for a moment and said, "I once explored it using the power of my bloodline, but I could only dive less than a thousand feet before I couldn't go any further. In this depth, both the Turbid Qi and the Yin Qi have completely liquefied, and even my dragon scales couldn't withstand it."

Liquefaction?

Hu Mang's heart skipped a beat, and he said to the two of them, "How about this? I'll send you out first, and then I'll explore further inside myself. After all, Old Cui is one of our Underworld Bureau people. Whether he's lost or dead, we can't just leave him alone."

"If I can find anything related to the demonic path, I will bring it to you directly."

"Are you sure you can manage on your own?" Lin Zhiying, somewhat worried.

Hu Mang pointed to the Emptiness Realm Buddhist light emanating from his body, his meaning clear: no matter how incompetent he was, no one would die.

But it's a different story with you two as burdens.

So how do you plan to take us out?

Ao Tianhai was a devout follower of Daoism.

He was able to make a small incision in the corpse of the Turbid Dragon by using the power of the same dragon Dragon Vein. How did the other party manage to do that?

Hu Mang silently pulled out his "Yellow Springs Water-Parting Saber" and grinned at the two of them.

"Remember to keep this a secret; it's a priceless treasure of the Underworld Bureau."

A treasure from the Dragon Vein!?

Ao Tianhai's eyes widened as he sensed the dense Dragon Vein power on the blade and immediately realized what it was.

Lin Zhiying didn't understand why the other person was so surprised.

Hu Mang chuckled softly, flicked his wrist, and the blade traced an arc in the air before slashing downwards.

A fine crack extended to both sides from where the knife tip landed.

Water gushed from the crack, its color a murky gray, carrying a heavy aura as if from the deepest part of the earth. It flowed slowly through the crack, making a low, deep sound like an undercurrent at the bottom of the sea.

Then the water surged a thousandfold, even ten thousandfold, at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming directly into a Yin River.

With a flick of the tip of his Hu Mang blade, the water enveloped the two of them, and a bone-chilling coldness seeped into their bodies.

"Don't resist, it will be quick, after all, there's Night Parade of a Hundred Demons here."

Before the two could understand what the "Night Parade of a Hundred Demons" had to do with the river, they saw Hu Mang swing his blade.

The next moment, the two were dragged directly into the Yin River. In a daze, it seemed as if hundreds of millions of ghostly hands were passing the baton to each other at the bottom of the river, dragging the two towards the depths of the river.

The feeling was extremely eerie, as if they weren't sinking in water, but rather gliding rapidly on a conveyor belt made up of countless dead souls, being passed and pushed by unseen hands, speeding toward some predetermined destination.

When they came to their senses, they found themselves underwater.

All around were cold, clear seawater, above was moonlight filtering through the sea, and below was the familiar seabed plain covered with pipes and collection wells. In the distance, the outline of the artificial fairy island could be seen, gleaming with a warm white light under the moonlight.

The Yin River, the ghostly hands, and the bone-chilling cold had all vanished without a trace, as if everything that had just happened was merely a dream that felt too real.

But the lingering aura of the Yin River on them, and the weariness that emanated from the depths of their souls, as if they had just experienced a long journey, clearly told them that everything that had just happened was real.

"We're out already?" Lin Zhiying was still somewhat incredulous.

"The Heavenly Gate's foundation is indeed unfathomable."

Ao Tianhai sighed.

An ordinary Underworld Bureau advisor actually possesses a dragon Dragon Vein treasure on par with the Yu Household.

It's truly unimaginable.

"What exactly is that knife?" Lin Zhiying asked Ao Tianhai.

Ao Tianhai silently shook his head, not intending to reveal this secret.

It's possible that the Underworld Bureau sent this advisor overseas on another secret mission.

He was meticulous and had no intention of offending the only Ghost Lord among the Ten Lords.

After seeing Lin Zhiying and Ao Tianhai off, Hu Mang stood alone on the rushing Yin River.

He looked down at the Yellow Springs Water-Parting Saber in his hand. The Dragon Vein power on the blade was slowly flowing, gleaming with a warm, dark yellow light in the dim environment.

He looked up again in the direction where the Yin River flowed.

The black river meandered inside the Turbid Dragon's corpse.

With a flick of the Hu Mang's blade, the Yin River, which had been flowing downstream, began to flow upstream again.

The upper reaches of the Yin River should theoretically connect to the core point where Yin Qi converges in this area, which is the true "heart" of this Turbid Dragon's corpse.

Every so often, he would raise the Yellow Springs Water-Parting Saber and swing it gently. The moment the blade fell, the Yin River in front of him would widen again, and the current would become even more rapid.

At the same time, a small black boat formed from the ghost ship's consciousness appeared beneath Hu Mang's feet.

With the protection of the Dragon Vein treasure and being in the Yin River, the previously sealed ghost ship consciousness has been revived.

White bony arms grew out from both sides of the small boat, and these bony hands were holding thigh bones and paddling vigorously.

The Hu Mang could sense the excitement of the ghost ship's consciousness.

After all, this can be considered a trip back to my hometown.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the outline of an island appeared ahead.

The island rises more than a thousand feet from the water, with three main peaks standing in a triangular shape, their waists entwined with flowing clouds, and their peaks hidden in the glow of the sunset and the sea of clouds.

The gentle slopes at the foot of the mountain are covered with ancient pines and jade-like grasses, and several white waterfalls cascade down from the cliffs, flowing like broken jade into the clear lake in the mountains. The lake water then meanders into the sea along the river channel.

A mystical light often emanates from the sea surrounding the island, and a faint azure-gold aura rises from the mountain peaks, connecting with the auspicious clouds in the sky. Occasionally, cranes fly across the sky, their cries clear and melodious.

However, in the blink of a Hu Mang, the scene changed.

The clouds swirling around the mountain's waist changed color in an instant, transforming into a gray-black miasma that covered the island.

The lush pine trees withered at a visible rate, their green needles charred and curled, and their branches turned into decaying ash.

The once abundant jade-like herbs and five-colored spiritual flowers have all withered, and the fertile spiritual soil has turned into cold, dark mud.

The layers upon layers of palaces and pavilions have vanished, the beams and pillars are rotten, and a thick, eerie Yin Qi hangs over the Three Pure Ones.

The pavilions that were once nestled among the lush trees are now nothing but ruins; many buildings collapsed with a deafening roar, and rubble tumbled down into the valley.

On the pavilion, the Daoist priests who had been sipping tea and discussing philosophy had all turned into skeletons in the tomb, their eyes now just black holes.

Hu Mang frowned, staring at the three Yin Qi mountain peaks on the island.

"Is this Three Perfected Island, one of the Eighteen Inner Islands?"

The reason Hu Mang was familiar with the island was because there was a powerful legend about it. The story goes that Chen Dynasty, three great Daoist cultivators who had reached the Golden Core stage set sail together, experienced many twists and turns, and finally found the immortal island, where they cultivated immortality.

A Daoist Dao of Alchemy Elixir level would be considered a national advisor in ancient times.

The fact that the three of them went to sea together and pursued the Tao together is considered a beautiful story within the Daoist community.

Their final destination was Three Perfected Island.

Inside the pavilion, a skeleton Daoist priest suddenly turned his head, his dark eyes staring straight at Hu Mang.

"Can one hear about the relationship between sex and destiny?"