Chapter 284

Suppressed.

Completely suppressed.

The auspicious light emanating from Da Jiao Lu's bald head was like the clear radiance of a bright moon—pure, soft, even, and elegant—but its inner power was as heavy as a mountain, as if myriad Buddhas were enraged, lifting a Sumeru throne to smash down.

Upon contact, the great divine ability 'Soul-devouring Blood Light' from Chang An's Blood Demon Classic, as if encountering a natural enemy, had its power reduced severalfold and was suppressed by the auspicious light to the point of being unable to breathe.

With a few hissing sounds, the Blood Light lost all its smoky aura, and the auspicious light swiftly closed in on Chang An's face.

Chang'an was terrified to the point his soul flew out of the heavens.

In the auspicious light emitted by the braying donkey, that faint sandalwood scent, when ordinary people smelled it, would only feel their mind and spirit tranquil, every cell in their body comfortable and at peace, as if filled with energy.

However, when Chang'an smelled it, from his nasal passages to his abdomen, his whole body felt as if being burned by a raging fire.

Furthermore, Chang'an had the illusion that he had been forcibly poured a bucket of molten gold juice; the scalding golden liquid burned his five viscera to a ruin, pain made his soul jump wildly, and he wished to burst open his life pool and skull to fly out of his body.

Just smelling the sandalwood scent is already this painful; if one were to be enveloped by that auspicious light, what would become of them?

Chang'an instantly understood the origin of the braying donkey's auspicious light.

Just like the bald bunch from the Six Paths Palace.

In the past, the Changsheng Sect and the Six Paths Palace were mortal enemies for many years; many of the Changsheng Sect's divine abilities and secret techniques were inherently restrained by the Six Paths Palace's cultivation methods. Sometimes, some Elders of the Changsheng Sect at the Life Pool realm would even be countered by Six Paths Palace cultivators who were only half a step into the Life Pool realm.

Chang'an, well-informed, knew that the Six Paths Palace was a legacy of the primordial Buddhist gate.

The Buddhist gate is a natural nemesis of all evil and wickedness.

The Blood Demon Classic is a hundred times more evil than the Changsheng Sect's techniques, and its suppression by Buddhist gate arts is even greater.

"Dead bald donkey!" Chang'an felt a surge of vicious anger rise in his chest, and he hurled a curse at the braying donkey.

As he cursed, Chang'an's chest clothing burst open, a blood-soaked flag rolled out and flew, unfurling with a "whoosh"; strands of viscous Blood Light shot forth accompanied by mournful wails filling the sky, rushing to meet the auspicious light emitted by the braying donkey.

"Hey, how do you know my nickname is Bald Donkey?" The braying donkey laughed until his eyes narrowed into slits, then opened his mouth and, astonishingly, spoke in human language: "Look, I'm bald, and I'm also a donkey; the term 'Bald Donkey' is wonderfully apt!"

The blood-colored flag that Chang'an split from his chest was clearly a treasure; a banner tens of zhang across turned into a blood cloud hovering above his head, from which streams of Blood Light shot out, deadlocking with the auspicious light.

The killing power of the auspicious light remained immense, yet the blood qi emanating from the blood cloud was endless.

The viscous Blood Light kept being nullified by the auspicious light, but the blood qi rushing out of the blood cloud was excessively fierce and vigorous, forcing the auspicious light to grudgingly retreat bit by bit.

"Buddhist gate bald thief… what can you do to me?" Chang'an watched the auspicious light from the braying donkey being continually forced back, and a hint of arrogance arose in him. He glared at the donkey and also glanced at the round, plump woman.

The bald-headed, rotund woman, Zhu Yue, had a solemn expression, both hands gripping her blade, and she slowly, steadily chopped a slash at Chang'an.

They were tens of li apart.

The speed of her blade swing was so slow.

Chang'an sneered: "This woman, also clueless… this blade… isn't used like that."

As the Sect Master of the Changsheng Sect, Chang'an felt he had the duty and qualification to instruct his enemies.

The next moment, Chang'an let out a miserable howl.

There was no blade light, no blade aura, not even a hint of a tearing sound; Chang'an's body suddenly snapped at the waist. The cross‑section of his wound was smooth as a mirror, showing no trace of blood, instead bearing a thin layer of golden glazed light.

The next moment, the golden glazed light exploded with a boom; vast sheets of golden glazed flame clung to Chang'an's wound and burned fiercely, consuming over a foot of his upper and lower limbs in an instant.

With a crack, Chang'an's two thighs fell from the stone pillar, bouncing left and right on the ground before shooting off dozens of meters away. The golden glazed fire flickered, and the thighs turned into green smoke and dispersed.

Chang'an's upper torso burned fiercely; the flames quickly reached his chest, about to engulf his heart and turn his upper body into green smoke.

A miserable howl rang out; Chang'an gestured with his hand, and the blood cloud in the air plummeted down, transforming into a blood-colored flag that wrapped his wound.

Rolling Blood Light surged forth; the blazing golden glazed fire rapidly incinerated, refining the strands of Blood Light almost to nothing.

The blood‑colored flag writhed violently, emitting a sharp cry like a living creature. Countless strands of Blood Light rolled out, holding their ground for a full breath, and utterly extinguished the golden glazed fire.

"You all deserve to die!" Chang'an snapped his head up and screamed shrilly.

Boom, boom‑boom, boom‑boom‑boom!

The braying donkey's two front hooves came down hard; Chang'an's head shook violently, his already misshapen face being kicked into a pulp, his whole head looking like a smashed melon.

The blood‑colored flag billowed out rolling blood clouds that blocked the auspicious light the donkey emitted from its head, wrapping Chang'an's remaining half‑body and turning it into a strand of Blood Light.

A Blood Light several thousand zhang long flashed instantly, arriving above the tens of thousands of youths whose essence had almost been completely drained.

"Wretched creature!" Zhu Yue's pupils turned into a sheet of dark gold; she raised her broadsword, nearly as tall as she, and brought it down again.

The blood‑colored flag swayed.

The tens of thousands of emaciated youths exploded; the last trace of blood qi within them shot up and swiftly merged into the blood‑colored flag.

"Sin, sin!" Zhu Yue and the braying donkey both sighed in lament.

Chang'an suddenly lifted his head, forced open his tattered mouth, and spat out a blood‑colored bead the size of a fist. The bead, surging with Blood Light, spun rapidly; an invisible, traceless attack suddenly descended from the void, and the Blood Light on the bead's surface exploded with a boom.

With a clear "ding", the blood‑colored treasure bead, as if struck by a heavy blade, flew backward a great distance.

On the ground, the blood qi that flew out of those youths' bodies entered the blood‑colored flag.

Chang'an showed the expression of a longtime drunkard who suddenly tasted supreme wine, hysterical laughter tearing at the sky as his remaining half‑body writhed violently.

The blood‑colored flag fluttered rapidly.

In just a few breaths, as the braying donkey and Zhu Yue turned into streams of light flying toward Chang'an, the blood‑colored flag flung open; his body had already finished rebirth, the new skin white, clean, and tender, almost translucent beneath which countless fine blood‑colored lines writhed rapidly.

Not only was his burned‑away body restored, but the face kicked into a mess also healed swiftly, still a handsome yet evil visage.

"What can you lot do to me?" Chang'an back‑handed the blood‑colored treasure bead into his grip and, hissing at Zhu Yue and the braying donkey, declared: "I am the Chosen One; Heaven's mandate is mine!"

"The Chosen One?" Zhu Yue flashed forward in an instant, swung her right hand, and chopped a blade at Chang'an's neck.

"Heh heh, you clueless wretch who doesn't know life or death… over these years, Miss… sin, sin… over these years, the poor monk has seen plenty." Zhu Yue spoke at breakneck speed; in the blink of an eye she spat out a long string of words.

But faster than her speech was the speed of her blade swing.

The previous two blows, she had swung her blade slowly and sluggishly, that absurdly slow speed seeming to match her rotund figure.

But now, Zhu Yue's blade‑swing speed was like a sudden storm; in the blink of an eye she unleashed eighteen thousand consecutive strikes.

The blade light stretched into countless ultrafine rays; those rays wove into a huge light net, which then strangely enclosed Chang'an from all directions.

Chang'an let out a hoarse, prolonged howl; the blood‑colored treasure bead in his hand expelled vast sheets of blood‑colored flame, forming a huge blood‑flame cocoon that tightly enveloped him.

In an instant, 180,000 blades struck the blood-flame light shield.

With a dull thud, the blood-flame light shield shattered explosively, bursting into countless blood-colored glowing specks that drifted in all directions.

Chang'an's body also exploded with a boom, being sliced by the blade light into extremely fine particles, hundreds of times smaller than sesame seeds.

Chang'an screamed hoarsely: "You destroyed my Dao body!"

A strand of blood light shot out from Chang'an's shattered body, faint and hazy, looking exactly like him; clearly it was the soul he had nurtured in the Life Pool.

Chang'an had only just broken through the Life Pool Realm, and his soul had not undergone any essential transformation.

However, because he cultivated the Blood Demon Classic, his soul became filled with evil aura, bloody and terrifyingly ferocious in appearance.

The blood-red banner swept up Chang'an in one motion, accompanied by shrill, piercing screams; clusters of blood light, blood mist, and blood fire continuously poured into his soul. His shattered body exploded into vast sheets of blood mist, which his soul quickly absorbed.

Huh? Abandoning the Dao body to condense a demon body? What a superb demonic path technique. Zhuyue let out a cold snort: "But in the hands of this... poor monk, do you still dare to act so recklessly?"

Taking a deep breath, Zhuyue's already plump body instantly swelled up like a balloon.

The braying donkey that had just rushed over opened its mouth and sprayed twelve bright auspicious lights at Chang'an, punching twelve bowl-sized holes into his not-yet-formed demon body before the donkey turned and left.

Chang'an's demon body was torn open by the auspicious light, and he let out a painful scream.

But the blood-red banner continuously sprayed blood light, blood mist, and blood flame into his soul, and the pierced wounds quickly writhed and healed. Chang'an laughed triumphantly: "Forget it, forget it; what does it matter if I discard this mere flesh? As Sect Master, I have long been unable to decide whether to forge an ultimate demon body, and I must thank you for helping me make that decision."

He let out a heavy sigh, Chang'an said helplessly yet with a hint of triumph: "What a pity; before my demon body is perfected, I, as Sect Master, can no longer enjoy those dainty, water-spirit little girls."

Zhuyue had already completed her buildup of power.

Suddenly, a round of bright light appeared behind her, and from within that light a blazing male lion roared forth, then violently opened its mouth.

Zhuyue also opened her big mouth.

Aoooooo!

An earth-shaking lion's roar.

The void before Zhuyue violently undulated, and faintly one could see the void itself trembling from that lion's roar, sending out faint ripples.

The air also violently surged, with huge white air blasts howling outward in all directions; the entire stone cavern shuddered violently, the ground split into deep fissures, the surrounding rock walls cracked and shook, and the stone pillars on the dome were shattered by the roar before they could even fall.

The disciples of the Changsheng Sect all cried out in misery in unison.

Blood mist spewed from their seven orifices; those at the Chonglou Realm and Ganxuan Realm—indeed, any Changsheng Sect disciples who had cultivated magical power—had their foreheads' magical source shatter explosively, and their entire cultivation was completely ruined.

As for the tens of thousands of young children, they seemed to turn a deaf ear to Zhuyue's great roar.

Or rather, Zhuyue's great roar caused them no harm at all.

Moreover, the overly frightened children even showed faint smiles; the shadows of fear in their hearts and all negative emotions were gently swept away by a tremendous gentle force.

They loosened their grip, and the weapons forcibly shoved into their hands clattered to the ground.

They let out an easy sigh, their eyelids drooping as they slumped to the ground and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Zhuyue's great roar continued.

It was as if her belly contained an endless wind tunnel, constantly blowing out gales that continually vibrated her vocal cords, producing a terrifying lion's roar.

Originally, the lion's roar that had been attacking indiscriminately in all directions gradually converged toward her front.

The 360-degree all-directional bombarding lion's roar quickly turned into a golden light pillar several zhang in diameter, accompanied by deafening thunder as it shot forward to strike.

Fierce.

Overbearing.

Majestic.

Divine.

All evil spirits yielded; the immense power that restrained all yin and evil forces turned into a golden light pillar, which heavily struck Chang'an's violently writhing demon body.

Chang'an let out a painful scream.

At this moment, he felt his soul completely submerged in molten metal liquid.

His soul was burning.

His soul was shrinking.

His soul was rapidly shrinking, continually collapsing and becoming smaller.

The blood-red banner violently undulated, continuously supplying his soul with blood light, blood mist, and blood flame.

But Chang'an's soul continued to shrink.

Finally, unable to bear the boundless pain, Chang'an hysterically let out a roar toward the dome above.

A strand of blue cold light descended, enveloping Chang'an's body, and then he vanished without a trace within that blue cold light.

"Who are you?" Chang'an finally roared in unwillingness.

Zhuyue stared in surprise, lifting her head to watch the faint azure cold light dissipating above the dome, and she slowly said: "Great Samsara Temple, Yunshui monk, Zhuyue."

The braying donkey came running, panting, as countless cracks split the dome above, and a large amount of stone fragments kept falling, continually striking the donkey's body.

Shaking its big head and flapping its long ears, the braying donkey angrily bellowed: "Zhuyue junior sister, I told you not to use the lion's roar! You…"

Zhuyue turned her head and gave the braying donkey a sideways glance.

The braying donkey instantly broke into a charming smile and softly asked: "Senior sister, what are your orders?"

Zhuyue looked at the unconscious Changsheng Sect disciples and those children on the ground, let out a heavy sigh: "Find someone to help, wipe their asses… Senior brother, you always have incredibly good luck, don't you?"