Chapter 295

"Regard all living beings as straw dogs, and regard the faith in gods and Buddhas as sustenance!"

"Such spirit, such power, is far beyond those in our Shengmen who only know how to play with schemes and treachery!"

"If... if our Shengmen could have such an existence to preside over us, what great cause could we not achieve?!"

In her heart, her wariness of Brother Ning Chuan deepened further, yet that desire to win him over became even more fervent!

Just then, the 'Recluse' Ning Daoqi, severely injured by the 【Emperor's Heavenly Thunder】 and fallen into the sea, mustered his last ounce of strength and leaped up from the sea surface!

On his face, which bore the air of an immortal and the bone of a Daoist, was now filled with boundless grief and anger, and determination!

Looking at the thousands of Fomen monks being ruthlessly refined, and at the black flood dragon like a demon god overlooking all living beings in the sky, two streams of turbid clear tears flowed from his eyes.

"Amitabha! Sin! Sin!"

"Demon Dragon! You kill the innocent indiscriminately and act against heaven; what difference is there between you and a demon?! You will surely face heavenly retribution and never be reborn!"

"Our Fomen... will never let you go!"

"Even if this old Daoist dies today, his Dao perishes, and his soul and spirit are all annihilated, in the future, there will surely be great powers of our Fomen, or even Buddhas from the Heavenly Realm, descending to the mortal world to completely suppress you, this demon! Strike you into the Eighteen Levels of Hell! Never be reborn!"

Before his words ended, the Daoist Jin Dan within his body, already covered in cracks, suddenly exploded into pieces!

A pure energy turned into a beam of white light and vanished between heaven and earth.

This 'Recluse' Ning Daoqi, hailed as the number one expert in the Central Plains and who lived a life of freedom and ease, ultimately chose to self-destruct his Jin Dan and sacrifice himself for his Dao, unwilling to watch this human tragedy unfold with his own eyes any longer.

"Recluse Ning!" On the shore, Jian Jiu Huang saw this scene, and on that old face covered in wrinkles, a complex expression appeared; although he did not like the Buddhists or Daoists, he still respected such a strong person who died for his beliefs.

Xu Feng's pupils contracted slightly, and he thought silently in his heart: "What a pity, a Land Immortal's Jin Dan, wasted like this."

Immediately after, the old monk who swept the floor, also severely injured, slowly rose from the sea.

He looked at the bloody rain and golden light filling the sky, and at those fellow disciples who were wailing in pain as they died.

In those eyes, which were originally full of wisdom and compassion, flowed boundless sorrow and... a trace of regret.

He sighed lightly and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Amitabha..."

"When will the cycle of vengeance end... Perhaps, from the very beginning, this old monk... was wrong..."

"We should not have harbored false hopes, should not have rashly taken up arms... bringing this catastrophic disaster upon the Fomen..."

"Cause and effect cycle, retribution never fails... Perhaps, this is the destined calamity of our Songshan Shaolin..."

Having said this, he slowly closed his eyes, and the Buddha's Sarira within his body also had its light completely withdrawn, losing all vitality.

This hidden expert who had protected Songshan Shaolin for hundreds of years ultimately passed away in a state of sitting meditation amidst boundless regret and sorrow.

The crowd watching the battle on the shore, seeing these two top-tier experts of the Land Immortal level, who were like gods in the Jianghu, fall one after another.

Their hearts were filled with indescribable fear and shock!

Even figures like these, who were like immortals, ended up in such a state!

Just how terrifying had the strength of that black flood dragon reached, to what realm?!

From now on, who in this world could still restrain him?!

Is this world truly about to welcome a... demon overlord?!

In the hearts of everyone, a thick layer of shadow was cast.

Shi Shi Feixuan, watching Ning Daoqi and the old monk who swept the floor fall one after another, her delicate body trembled violently, and the color completely drained from her beautiful face.

In those clear eyes like water, for the first time, deep... fear and despair were revealed.

The 'Heavenly Dao' that she had always adhered to, and that Cihang Jingzhai believed in, in front of this terrifying flood dragon before her eyes, seemed... so fragile.

With the fall of the old monk who swept the floor and Ning Daoqi, and the life essence of those thousands of Fomen high monks being completely extracted.

In the half-sky, the golden light ball condensed by Brother Ning Chuan with supreme demonic power finally took complete shape!

It was seen that it was a huge Sarira, large enough to be a fist, entirely presenting a dazzling golden color, covered on its surface with countless tiny and mysterious Fomen 'Wan' character primordial texts!

This Sarira not only condensed the lifelong cultivation base and Buddhist and Daoist realizations of the old monk who swept the floor and Ning Daoqi, these two Land Immortals.

It also fused the entire essence, spirit, and vast vow power of those thousands of Fomen high monks!

The energy it contained was so magnificent and so pure that it was simply unimaginable!

It was even several times stronger than the exotic dark-gold crab that Brother Ning Chuan had swallowed before!

It could be called—the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sarira!

This is a supreme treasure that would drive any martial artist mad!

Shi Shi Feixuan and Bi Bi Xiuxin, looking at the two corpses slowly sinking into the sea bottom, and at that golden Sarira emitting vast Buddhist light in the half-sky.

Both were heartbroken and in tears!

They never expected that this journey to the East Sea would result in such an outcome!

Two elders of high virtue and great prestige, with cultivation bases reaching the heavens, just like that... fell?!

And their final essence would even become the... sustenance of that demon dragon?!

This is an immeasurable huge loss for the entire Wu Lin of the Central Plains, and for the entire Fomen!

However, Brother Ning Chuan, looking at this 'Ten Thousand Buddhas Sarira' condensed from the lifelong essence of countless Fomen experts before his eyes, in those pale golden dragon eyes, was filled with uncontrollable rapture and greed!

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Good!"

"Truly... a huge gift!"

He looked up to the sky and let out a Long Yin filled with joy and dominance!

He knew that as long as he could completely refine and absorb this 'Ten Thousand Buddhas Sarira'...

His flood dragon Dan, which had not yet been completely perfected, would surely succeed in one go!

Even his cultivation base could once again make rapid progress, reaching a brand new height!

By then, triggering that second 'Transformation Tribulation' would be just around the corner!

Without any hesitation, he opened that blood-filled maw and swallowed this 'Ten Thousand Buddhas Sarira', containing magnificent energy, into his belly in one gulp!

To avoid wasting a single drop of the medicine's potency.

The flood dragon closed its eyes, its body radiating a terrifying aura.

However, just at this critical moment!

An anomaly erupted once more!

Xu Feng, the heir of Northern Liang, who had been hiding among the crowd, seemingly watching the battle but actually seeking an opportunity.

Two terrifying glints of light suddenly burst from his eyes!

An indescribable greed and madness surged wildly up from the depths of his heart!

He knew this might be his only chance in this life!

This black flood dragon, having just endured a world-shattering cataclysmic battle and refined thousands of monks.

Its strength must have been greatly depleted, leaving it in its most vulnerable and most relaxed state!

If he strikes now, perhaps... perhaps he can truly inflict a grievous wound, or even... slay it!

To seize the flood dragon's inner core, which is countless times more precious than these "Ten Thousand Buddha Relics"!

He intends to pave a path to the heavens for his martial arts journey!

"Now is the time!"

Xu Feng roared in his heart!

He hesitated not a single moment longer and struck with reckless abandon!

From his robes, he drew an iron sword that looked utterly ordinary, even somewhat worn and tattered.

Yet, the instant his hand gripped the hilt!

A terrifying sword intent, powerful enough to make heaven and earth change color and the sun and moon lose their light, exploded violently from that iron sword!

That sword intent was domineering beyond compare! Peerlessly sharp! As if capable of severing everything and destroying everything!

It was the supreme sword intent, imbued with the entire life's understanding of the sword Dao by Li Chungang, the green-robed Sword God who once opened the Heavenly Gate with a single sword, which Li Chungang had specially sealed within Xu Feng's personal sword before Xu Feng left Northern Liang!

This single strike is sufficient to slay many Earthly Immortals!

"Wretched beast! Prepare to die!"

Xu Feng, acting as if possessed by madness, poured all his internal energy into that iron sword!

Then, he fiercely slashed a sword strike toward Ning Chuan, who was hovering in mid-air preparing to devour the "Ten Thousand Buddha Relics"!

A terrifying sword qi, hundreds of zhang long, dazzling and brilliant, as if capable of splitting the entire sky in two, instantly tore through the void!

Carrying a terrifying power that could shatter anything and sever all karmic causes, it sped toward Ning Chuan's vital point at the back of his heart!

Its speed had already surpassed that of sound!

The crowd watching from the shore was completely stunned by this sudden, earth-shattering turn of events!

They never expected that at such a moment, anyone would dare to strike against that terrifying flood dragon!