Chapter 777: Small Silver Tower, Treasure of the Laws

Swish, swish, swish!

The sharp flying swords sped out.

After Ye Lin practiced the Blood Sacrifice Sword Art, the power of his flying swords became even more terrifying when he channeled them.

The ten people in that sect team did not even have time to take out their safety talismans before their bodies were instantly pierced through by the flying swords.

After all, who could have imagined that a bald monk would have flying swords strike out right after saying "Amitabha"?

This sudden scene left not only that team unable to react, but even Fan Xin, who was standing to the side, failed to react in time.

In an instant, ten corpses appeared before Ye Lin.

Fan Xin was stunned; she raised her eyes in disbelief.

"You... you killed them? You have already entered the Buddhist gate, how can you commit such slaughter again?!" Fan Xin rebuked him loudly.

"Amitabha. The Buddha says: in the human world, all is suffering; it is pure suffering without joy. Yet sentient beings are ignorant and instead mistake suffering for joy."

A look of compassion for the vanity of the world appeared on Ye Lin's face.

"I have allowed these ten people to escape this world of suffering—of birth, aging, sickness, death, unfulfilled desires, separation from loved ones, and resentment—how is this committing slaughter? This is clearly a form of great compassion."

"Sophistry! This is pure sophistry!"

Fan Xin was so angry her face turned red, yet she could not find any flaws to refute Ye Lin.

She knew it was sophistry, but this set of sophistry possessed a self-consistent logic.

Before she could recover from her anger at Ye Lin's wanton slaughter, Ye Lin had already stepped forward and begun the three-piece set of draining blood, devouring, and harvesting souls.

Fan Xin became even more furious.

"It's one thing to kill them, but you are using their corpses to cultivate, ensuring their souls can never be reincarnated?"

Facing Fan Xin's accusations, a sadness that Fan Xin could not comprehend at all appeared on Ye Lin's face as he slowly began to chant.

"Strip away the skin, and it is nothing but two hundred and six bones; put on clothes, and there are eighteen thousand appearances. The appearances of sentient beings are all illusions; having an appearance can also be having no appearance."

"No appearance of self, no appearance of others, no appearance of sentient beings, no appearance of life. All appearances are not appearances; all that has an appearance is an illusion."

"In short, after a person dies, the corpse is nothing but a stinking skin bag. Why do you care so much about a skin bag?"

"Child, you are attached to appearances."

As Ye Lin spoke, the golden light of merit on his body became increasingly dazzling, momentarily blinding Fan Xin so much that she could barely keep her eyes open.

A look of bewilderment appeared on Fan Xin's youthful face.

She felt as though she had become a fool incapable of thought.

Ye Lin was killing people and using their corpses to cultivate; he was clearly an evil cultivator of the highest order.

But why was what he said so full of Buddhist philosophy?

More importantly, why would such a person have the golden light of merit on his body?

This was too contrary to common sense.

It was like finding a girlfriend with a full-back tattoo and tattooed arms and legs, who hangs out in nightclubs and bars every day and doesn't come home until three or four in the morning, yet she still has her first kiss—would you believe that?

The sense of dissonance in this scene was so strong that Fan Xin had no idea how she should react.

"You should reflect on this here properly. When you figure out why I had to kill those ten people, come find me again. Your aptitude for enlightenment is high; I believe you can do it."

Ye Lin patted Fan Xin's little bald head helplessly and turned to leave.

Fan Xin stood dazed on the spot, clearly thinking very seriously about the motive behind Ye Lin's killing.

But how could one possibly find an answer to such a thing?

Ye Lin was just a beast that everyone wanted to beat; his desire to kill was nothing more than the fact that killing could improve his own strength.

After shaking off Fan Xin, Ye Lin began to speed toward the depths of the ancient tomb.

As he ventured deeper into the tomb, an extremely oppressive feeling swept over him, making it difficult for Ye Lin to even breathe.

A powerhouse at the fourth transformation of the Laws was indeed terrifying; even after being dead for so long, the lingering pressure still made him feel breathless.

Although they were both called the Divine Realm, Ye Lin knew very well that the Divine Realm of the Longevity Continent must be far more terrifying than the Divine Realm of his original world.

It was like the fierce and invincible Overlord of Western Chu, Xiang Yu, coming to the modern era—he wouldn't be able to withstand a single 7. 2 round.

This wasn't Xiang Yu's problem; it was that the era was different, and the world was different.

His original world was incomplete, and its laws were likewise incomplete. If it weren't for Fan Xiu getting carried away and insisting on descending into the small world with his true body, he wouldn't have had the chance to kill Fan Xiu.

Along the way, Ye Lin saw many people searching for treasures.

Some of them had already obtained good items and were planning to leave this place of trouble.

Others had found nothing and were anxious, sweating profusely.

Ye Lin ignored these people; their strength was not weak, and it was difficult to kill them in one strike.

He didn't have time to set up a grand array to block spatial teleportation now, and the result of acting rashly would be the opponent crushing their safety talisman and escaping.

Ye Lin dashed along, heading toward the deepest part of the ancient tomb.

That was the gathering place for the true geniuses of the major sects; those with weaker strength didn't even dare to approach.

Soon, Ye Lin saw the second gate. This gate had already been blasted open, and behind it was undoubtedly the resting place of that fourth-transformation Law powerhouse.

Ye Lin activated the Great Void Art and drilled straight inside.

A spacious stone hall appeared in Ye Lin's line of sight. The hall was very simple, without any ornate decorations, and it was evident that it had been built in a hurry.

And in the center of the stone hall, there was a massive coffin.

Gu Tian, Shou, Su Lingjun, Mo Ran, and other top geniuses from the major sects were all gathered here.

Ye Lin also saw a figure like an iron tower; it was none other than Xu Minxuan.

The disciples of the major sects were all attacking each other with full force at this moment; even Su Lingjun was being besieged by the joint efforts of several top geniuses from other sects.

The terrifying energy fluctuations were almost enough to flip the entire ancient tomb; it was clear that everyone had used their full strength and were locked in a fierce battle.

Floating above the coffin was a small silver tower!

The tower had nine levels, and as it rose and fell, chaotic energy diffused, and strands of divine chains of order and law intertwined and wove through it. On the body of the tower, the sun, moon, and stars rotated, emitting a strange luster.

The moment he saw the small tower, Ye Lin finally understood why these people were so excited and fighting so fiercely.

A treasure of the Laws!

A powerful weapon that could only be forged by a powerhouse who had stepped into the fourth transformation of the Laws!

This small tower was even more precious than the Innate Treasure, the Life-Severing Sword, in his hand, second only to a Saint Weapon.

A single Innate Treasure could incite countless people to fight, let alone a treasure like a treasure of the Laws.

It was no wonder that even Su Lingjun, the number one genius, couldn't control the scene and was being besieged by others.

With such a treasure right before their eyes, no one was going to show anyone else any face.

Furthermore, besides that small tower, there were several other treasures for offense, such as swords and blades, nearby. Judging by the aura they emitted, they were definitely Innate Treasures as well!

Ye Lin licked his lips, intending to join the scramble for the small silver tower.

But at this moment, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

Although the small silver tower looked astonishingly powerful and was surely a treasure of the Laws, it gave Ye Lin a feeling of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Ye Lin secretly activated his Soul-Hunting Underworld Eyes and looked toward the small silver tower.

In an instant, Ye Lin's expression changed!

Because inside that small silver tower, there was actually a trace of imperceptible demonic energy hidden!