Chapter 410: Transcending all the way, West Heaven Lingshan

Autumn wind swept across the official road of Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou.

Three figures headed west.

Fen Chen walked in the front, in a black tight-fitting outfit, his face full of flesh; Qiao Ling was in the middle in a white shirt, and Su Chen walked at the back with his hands in his sleeves.

Ahead was a magnificent Buddhist temple covering a hundred acres. Incense smoke curled, and golden light was prosperous.

"Heavenly Sovereign, this is the Great Compassion Temple." Fen Chen stopped and turned to report. "Protected by a Jin Gang of early-stage Mystic Immortal."

Qiao Ling nodded.

Fen Chen strode forward and kicked open the vermilion temple gate.

The temple bell rang loudly, and hundreds of warrior monks holding long staffs rushed out, surrounding the three.

The abbot of the Great Compassion Temple wore a cassock, stepped through the air, and roared: "What monsters, dare to disturb the purity of the Fomen!"

Fen Chen grinned coldly; he knew that set of the Fomen by heart.

"Old bald donkey, this Great Compassion Temple of yours—is it compassionate to the common people, or to the incense of your Buddha?" Fen Chen's voice was like thunder. "Draining the fat and marrow of the people within a thousand miles to exchange for these golden bricks on the floor. Is this called saving all living beings, or knocking bones and sucking marrow?"

The abbot's face turned iron-blue: "Nonsense! Take them down!"

Hundreds of warrior monks formed an Luo Han array, and the staff shadows pressed down like mountains.

Qiao Ling stepped forward and opened his mouth, spitting out a syllable.

The Great Freedom Demon sound swept out, and the staff shadows filling the sky instantly collapsed.

Hundreds of warrior monks froze in place, the fanaticism in their eyes quickly fading, replaced by confusion and pain.

The abbot was shocked, sacrificed his token, and summoned the Jin Gang of early-stage Mystic Immortal.

As soon as that Jin Gang appeared, he didn't ask the reason and directly sacrificed the golden bowl in his hand to smash toward Qiao Ling.

Qiao Ling raised his right hand and pointed with his index finger.

A wisp of gray-white demon Qi pierced through the golden bowl and went straight into the Jin Gang's brow.

"Crack."

The golden chains in the Jin Gang's sea of consciousness broke.

He stood blankly in mid-air, then fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"I... I was originally a loose cultivator of Qingniu Mountain, forcibly transcended..." The Jin Gang knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.

This was just a microcosm of the journey west.

In just three months, the three entered every temple they encountered.

First, Fen Chen blocked the gate to debate the Dharma, tearing open the Fomen's mask of compassion. If the other party was angered and made a move, Qiao Ling would wash the ground with the Great Freedom Demon sound.

They uprooted thirty-six large temples with prosperous incense.

The Fomen's layout in the western part of Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou was completely stirred up by Qiao Ling alone.

Following the transcendence all the way, the accompanying team also grew.

Those cultivators who were forcibly transcended found their true selves and followed Qiao Ling loyally.

Some mortals who had been knocked of their bones and sucked of their marrow woke up and wanted to drag their families to follow this "Great Freedom Heavenly Sovereign."

Qiao Ling didn't like these people who had just escaped the Fomen's faith and turned to worship him, so he never accepted the following of ordinary people.

But quite a few people still worshipped his statue at home.

After these days, the massive Demon Dao destiny gathered above Qiao Ling's head, transforming into a demon god Dharma image a hundred feet tall that flickered.

This Dharma image had no three heads and six arms, no ferocious fangs.

Its face was the same as Qiao Ling's, exuding an absolute detachment that broke all heaven and earth shackles.

"Mid-stage Golden Immortal." Su Chen thought inwardly.

Three months, crossing a small realm.

This speed, placed in the Primordial World, was also an explosive existence; destiny feedback was indeed terrifying.

The team reached the border of Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou.

Qiao Ling stopped his steps. He turned around and looked at the people following behind.

"Heavenly Sovereign, why stop?" Fen Chen stepped forward to inquire.

Qiao Ling didn't answer Fen Chen but raised his breath to speak, his voice spreading to the whole audience.

"Everyone, stop here."

A believer stepped forward, full of confusion: "Heavenly Sovereign, we are willing to follow you all the way west!"

Qiao Ling shook his head.

"The Great Freedom Demon Dao cultivates the true self, not blind obedience. Following me, you are just changing from the feet of a mud Buddha statue to my feet."

Qiao Ling's gaze swept over everyone.

"I don't need believers. There are countless people in Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou still kneeling before Buddha statues. Since you have woken up, go and wake them up. Break into pieces and go spread the Great Freedom Dao."

Su Chen raised his eyebrows in the back; this kid had a global view.

Taking so many people into Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou was just being a living target for Lingshan.

Scattering into a prairie fire was the ultimate move to dig up the Fomen's roots.

The crowd was silent for a moment, then knelt down in unison.

"Obey the Heavenly Sovereign's decree!"

They left in groups of three or five from different directions, merging into the vast human sea of Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou.

These cultivators who had found their true selves would become the most troublesome opponents for the Fomen in Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou.

Only Qiao Ling, Fen Chen, and Su Chen remained in place.

"Let's go." Su Chen opened his mouth.

The three continued on their way, officially stepping into the territory of Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou.

Deep into Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou, in the cities, it was almost hard to see Daoist temples, only magnificent Buddhist temples.

Ascetic monks kowtowing every three steps could be seen everywhere.

This was the result of the Fomen operating Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou for countless eons.

"Master, that feeling is becoming stronger." Qiao Ling's expression was solemn.

The Demon Dao origin within his body was boiling frantically.

That call from the dark had been calling him every moment since arriving here.

At the same time, the Fomen destiny surging from all directions was also instinctively repelling him, this True Demon.

"Don't rush."

Su Chen raised his hand and waved; within his dantian, the Hunyuan Great Luo Dao Fruit rotated.

Hunyuan magic power permeated his body, casting spells on both of them.

Hunyuan included all things, and the two's auras were covered by Hunyuan magic power, and the Fomen destiny no longer repelled Qiao Ling.

"Keep walking, follow your intuition." Su Chen said.

The three hid their figures and sped all the way west.

Half a month later.

The three arrived at the extreme west.

Qiao Ling suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Arrived?" Su Chen stopped and looked at Qiao Ling.

Qiao Ling closed his eyes and sensed carefully.

After a while, he opened his eyes, his eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

He raised his finger and pointed ahead.

"Master, it's in that direction."

Su Chen followed Qiao Ling's finger and looked.

Ahead, a vast mountain range exuding endless Buddha light pierced the clouds.

At the peak of the mountain, magnificent palaces could be faintly seen layered on top of each other.

Ten thousand feet of Buddha light almost shrouded the entire area.

That was Lingshan. The Buddhist holy land, the Daoist site of Great Sun Tathagata.

"Are you sure?" Su Chen narrowed his eyes.

"Sure." Qiao Ling swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "The source of the call is right near that Lingshan."

Su Chen was silent.

The legacy treasure of the ancient Demon Ancestor Luo Hou was actually hidden at the foot of Lingshan?

It was reasonable; back then, during the Dao-Demon struggle, Luo Hou was defeated, and the Western spiritual veins were destroyed.

The two Sages of the West established the Fomen on the ruins; they probably didn't expect that the treasure left by Luo Hou was buried right under their noses.

Su Chen looked up at the Lingshan with ten thousand feet of golden light.

With his current strength, against a peak Semi-Sage, he could indeed run if it was one-on-one.

But Lingshan had more than one Semi-Sage.

There was the current World Honored One of the Fomen, Maitreya Buddha, there was Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha, Peacock Great Wisdom King, plus a pile of Bodhisattvas and Arhats.

If this was discovered, it wouldn't be one-on-one; it would be a group beating.

"Master." Qiao Ling looked at Su Chen. "This opportunity is too hot to handle. How about we retreat."

Su Chen shook his head slightly upon hearing this.

"Retreat? We're already at the door; there's no reason to return empty-handed." ===== CHAPTER 411 =====