Chapter 935

Azure Lotus Temple.

Countless strands of pure light descended from heaven; within the light, azure lotuses unfurled, spiritual light overflowed, penetrating the void.

Countless rectangular talisman shadows of various lengths and sizes, large and small, flickered faintly within that spiritual light, like natural heavenly-earthly dao patterns, protecting the entire Azure Lotus Temple.

Hundreds of thousands of daoists clad in water and fire daoist robes, holding long swords, formed arrays and frenziedly attacked the mountain-guarding grand formation of the Azure Lotus Temple.

These daoists were all disciples of the Water and Fire Hall of the Azure Lotus Temple; the water-fire thunder technique they cultivated, with yin and yang mutually generating and water and fire clashing to produce thunder, was ever-changing and immensely powerful.

Especially the natal flying sword forged by refining primordial thunder condensed from innate water and fire qi; it flies without trace, sounds like thunder, traverses millions of miles in an instant, and is the supreme means to subdue demons, eliminate monsters, and slay enemies.

Hundreds of thousands of Water and Fire Hall daoists joining forces would dare to charge headlong into the four great enemy nations of demons, monsters, ghosts, and monsters even at their peak.

This water and fire thunder grand formation driven by the Water and Fire Hall daoists once even withstood a ghost sovereign for several days and nights outside the protective circle of the Spark Fire Transmission Grand Formation, ultimately withdrawing unscathed.

Thus, one can see how strong this grand formation's power is.

But at this moment, hundreds of thousands of water and fire daoist swords transformed into thunder, frenziedly striking the Azure Lotus Temple's mountain-guarding grand formation; one could see daoist swords shattering in midair, the grand formation unmoved, not even a lotus flower in the pure light being cut down.

A group of the Azure Lotus Temple's core high-ranking members stood on the roof of a hall, grimly gazing at the hundreds of thousands of exhausted Water and Fire Hall daoists.

"Thunder Hall, take over!" an Elder of Discipline from the Azure Lotus Temple shouted angrily.

Hundreds of thousands of Water and Fire Hall daoists, panting, descended from the sky; far away, a mass of clouds rose, likewise hundreds of thousands of daoists clad in purple-silver thunder daoist robes, wielding longswords flashing with electricity, launched a fierce assault on the mountain-guarding grand formation overhead.

For several months now, the Azure Lotus Temple has encountered troubles akin to those of the Red Lotus Temple.

The hundred thousand ancestors of the rear mountain have unknown whereabouts; the mountain-guarding grand formation, as if gone mad, trapped all Azure Lotus Temple daoists, preventing them from even entering the mountain gate.

The Azure Lotus Temple's abbot and elders, making a decisive decision, had disciples form arrays and frenziedly attack the mountain-guarding grand formation, striving to break through the barrier and seek the truth behind it.

But this grand formation is truly solid to the point of despair; every dao pattern, every restriction, every ambush at a formation eye is so familiar and clear, yet they have no way to deal with this naturally formed mountain-guarding grand formation.

"Who is this, playing a joke on our Azure Lotus Temple?" a Dharma-transmission Elder muttered with a grim face.

"This is no joke; it rather seems intent on exterminating our entire sect." a Protector Elder said coldly and sinisterly: "Closing the gate to beat the dog, not a single one can escape... what a grand scheme, just unknown what they are waiting for."

Outside the mountain gate of the Azure Lotus Temple, beneath the archway, this generation's mountain guard, the Drunken Buddha Daoist, leaned lazily against the archway pillar, his long legs sprawled loosely, left hand holding a wine gourd, contentedly pouring liquor into his mouth.

Occasionally, he would lift his head to look at the mountain-guarding grand formation above.

Occasionally, he would glance at the group of fellow disciples on the distant hall.

But his gaze was calm, without the slightest ripple, as if no external change could stir his inner waves.

Rich alcohol fumes spread; Azure Lotus Temple disciples hurrying near or far, if they passed nearby, would bow respectfully to the Drunken Buddha Daoist, then go about their business as if he didn't exist—no one would consult or ask this ancestor of outrageous seniority for anything.

Indeed, the senior and junior daoists of the Azure Lotus Temple all know that this Drunken Buddha Daoist takes no part in affairs.

Mountain guard, mountain guard—he is the sharp sword that guards the Azure Lotus Temple's mountain gate; provoke him not, and he is harmless to man and beast; provoke him, and recall the faceless Buddha: just a couple of sword strikes from this guard left it dazed, after which it was ambushed and lost its golden body.

Someone once privately commented— the Azure Lotus Temple's mountain guard, the Drunken Buddha Daoist, has cultivation said to be the best in the Three Gods Sect!

So-called "first in the Three Gods Sect" naturally includes those self-sealed immortals.

Hundreds of thousands of self-sealed old antiques are counted among them, and the myriad geniuses of the Three Gods Sect are also tallied; the Drunken Buddha Daoist's cultivation is said to be number one!

Blinking an eye, the Drunken Buddha Daoist furtively raised his right pinky.

A soft "hiss".

An extremely bright blade of azure light, ten thousand times brighter than lightning, as thin as a leek and a foot long, carrying a sharp, faint tearing sound, shot straight up to the sky.

A flash of the blade heavily struck the Azure Lotus Temple's mountain-guarding grand formation.

The mountain-guarding grand formation rippled faintly, then the sword qi dissipated.

The Drunken Buddha Daoist stared, then sighed and shook his head. Although the arrays of hundreds of thousands of Water and Fire Hall and Thunder Hall daoists could not budge the grand formation in the slightest, a casual sword light from him caused it to tremble slightly—showing how powerful that sword light is.

"But the one who altered the Azure Lotus Temple's grand formation is even more terrifying." the Drunken Buddha Daoist murmured: "A God King... that is, a Venerable-level expert taking action."

Squinting his eyes, the Drunken Buddha Daoist grinned: "But what does it matter to me?"

"You are all leeks... just waiting for the sickle to harvest."

"They are preparing to harvest the leeks; you won't escape a single one."

The Drunken Buddha Daoist exhaled a mouthful of thick alcohol vapor; on his usually serene face, a strange, complex expression flickered and vanished.

Hatred, entanglement, fear, longing...

A few little daoist boys with twin buns on their heads, innocent and cute, cautiously ran out of the Azure Lotus Temple's main gate, panting as they carried several large wine gourds to the Drunken Buddha Daoist's side and placed the gourds beside him.

"Ancestor, what's wrong with our mountain-guarding grand formation?" a small daoist boy with a flushed face carefully asked the Drunken Buddha Daoist.

"I heard the other little ancestors say we're trapped by a powerful enemy?" a small daoist boy with fair, tender skin quietly asked the Drunken Buddha Daoist.

The Drunken Buddha Daoist fell silent.

Another lovely, pretty female daoist child, jade-white and adorable, vigorously waved her tiny fists: "Our Azure Lotus Temple is so strong, we fear no enemy, right? Right, ancestor?"

The Drunken Buddha Daoist glanced at the little girl, gave her butt a light slap, and said sternly: "How many bowls of white rice have you eaten to know anything? A frog in a well, unaware of the heights of heaven and depths of earth, claiming the Azure Lotus Temple is strong? Hmph!"

"Go, go, go, don't delay the old daoist's drinking..." the Drunken Buddha Daoist, like shooing chicks, chased away the few little daoist boys.

Watching the little daoist boys sprint away, the Drunken Buddha Daoist smiled faintly, then his smile suddenly froze.

Is the Azure Lotus Temple strong?

Nonsense!

If not for the Spark Fire Transmission Grand Formation of the Spark Dynasty, just a few venerable-level beings among the demons, monsters, ghosts, and monsters could slaughter the Azure Lotus Temple.

If placed…… if placed……

The Drunken Buddha Daoist's face twitched violently as he gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky; his realization seemed to pierce Mu Dalu's thick atmosphere, pierce the extremely high firmament, pierce the boundless void enveloping Mu Dalu, pierce the 'Divine Primordial Fetal Membrane' outside the pitch-black void, and pierce the boundless Hongmeng world beyond.

He seemed to see that vast, boundless expanse, like countless soap bubbles embedded together...

Divine Realm World!

"My home..." the Drunken Buddha Daoist gulped a mouthful of old liquor into his windpipe, coughing violently several times until tears welled up.

"It's been so long..."

The Drunken Buddha Daoist muttered: "Whoa, the punishment of a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, heh, hehe!"

The mountain‑protecting formation of the Green Lotus Observatory, which remained unmoving despite the attack of hundreds of thousands of Daoists from Thunder Roar Hall forming a formation, right beside the Drunken Buddha Daoist within a hundred zhang, silently tore open a crack; Pei Feng, clad in black armor, his whole body enveloped in a faint layer of black demonic flame, with his right hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist, walked in lightly.

Behind Pei Feng, a fur robe of blood‑red blazed like boiling plasma; his eyes flashed with killing intent, his gaze solid as substance, ready to become a blood‑filled prison of countless swords that could annihilate all life, and it drifted in soundlessly.

The Drunken Buddha Daoist suddenly awoke, his body jerked, he flung away the wine gourd in his hand, and appeared out of thin air before Pei Feng and the Blood Prison.

Three azure‑blue flying swords, each over a foot long, hovered before the Drunken Buddha Daoist; their swordlight flickered, and countless threads of sword intent turned into visible, sharp Dao patterns that rapidly spread outward.

In an instant, the surrounding area within a hundred‑zhang radius was completely covered by countless filament‑like Dao patterns of the sword, as solid as substance.

The sword patterns resembled crystal glaze, forming a towering, sharp‑aired crystal glaze shield that completely encircled the hundred‑zhang void.

The Drunken Buddha Daoist's body was also filled with boundless sword intent, turning semi‑transparent; inside his form, streams of sword light flowed back and forth, countless sword glints intertwining and condensing between his chest and abdomen into a head‑sized seal, half‑real and half‑illusory.

The faceless Buddha of the Red Lotus Temple only after attaining great enlightenment and slaying the Black Wind Demon King did he suddenly gain full insight, his mind rapidly rising, whereupon he condensed a half‑virtual, half‑real, unfinished Buddha seal.

As for the Drunken Buddha Daoist, he should have already condensed this sword seal many years ago.

Just like the faceless Buddha, however, a part of the Drunken Buddha Daoist's essence is blocked by the laws of this world and cannot fully merge, so this sword seal remains only half‑virtual, half‑real and never fully solidified.

"Princess Pei Feng… Blood Prison Demon King!" the Drunken Buddha Daoist spat swordlight several zhang long from his eyes, his voice turning piercingly sharp and cold: "You two came uninvited… Is this mountain‑protecting formation the work of the Martial King?"

Pei Feng lightly clapped, gazing at the Drunken Buddha Daoist with a soft laugh: "Indeed perceptive, not bad—this mountain‑protecting formation is the method of our Wu Tie."

The Blood Prison, behind Pei Feng, gave a soft whistle.

The Drunken Buddha Daoist's robe, wrinkled and full of holes, stained everywhere with liquor, fluttered lightly as he looked at Pei Feng and said solemnly: "Are you here to exterminate my Qinglian lineage?"

Pei Feng smiled at the Drunken Buddha Daoist: "What Wu Tie thinks I don't care… My mission is aimed at you."

The Drunken Buddha Daoist fell silent for a moment: "Old Dao, I am merely a carefree old drunkard; Princess Pei Feng, your noble status… I…"

"Humble, too humble… hehe!"

A sly, slippery laugh, like a slick slug, suddenly slipped into the Drunken Buddha Daoist's ears.

The Drunken Buddha Daoist's body twitched, he frowned and asked: "Who is it?"

Miru chuckled, clad in the crimson robe of a former‑flame palace chief eunuch, his face full of obsequiousness as he entered. He first bowed deeply to Pei Feng with fawning respect, then cautiously bowed to the blood‑filled, murderous Blood Prison.

Only then did he straighten his body; the fawning smile vanished, replaced by a sudden aura of majesty and sanctity.

"Xuan… do you still remember this name?"

A supremely noble bloodline pressure faintly spread from Miru's body.

The Drunken Buddha Daoist's condensed, substance‑like sword intent quivered, nearly shattering in midair. He stared in horror at Miru, his body staggering back a few steps, his waist instinctively bending as if to bow to Miru.

But soon, after bending his waist less than ten degrees, the Drunken Buddha Daoist slowly, bit by bit, straightened himself again.

The loosened sword intent coalesced; the light in his eyes grew ever sharper, his whole aura like an ancient iceberg. The Drunken Buddha Daoist fixed his gaze on Miru and said, word by word: "Conspiring divine clan… divine king's bloodline."

Miru's face flushed with anger as he snarled low: "Wisdom divine clan! Damned thing!"

The Drunken Buddha Daoist locked eyes with Miru: "Divine king's bloodline, yet you are only a mid‑rank divine general's cultivation—heh, with my present half‑step divine king strength, I could cleave you with a single sword… Kneel, or else…"

Miru's legs suddenly went weak, and he nearly knelt on the ground.

Indeed, he is not skilled at head‑on clashes. The Drunken Buddha Daoist's fierce sword intent has already permeated his body; facing the resolute Drunken Buddha Daoist, Miru has not a shred of confidence.

The Drunken Buddha Daoist truly could cut him down with one sword.

Moreover, the information Miru painstakingly gathered told him—this Drunken Buddha Daoist truly does not fear being struck down by a single sword.

Thus, Miru quickly shrank behind Pei Feng and said cautiously: "Your noble Majesty Pei Feng, this is Xuan, a high‑rank divine general of the Ice Spirit divine clan, who worships the Ice Spirit clan's glacier deity system, the Glacier Goddess…"

He cleared his throat and whispered: "Long before that massive reincarnation‑erosion scheme, about three hundred thousand years ago, Xuan refused the courtship of a high‑rank divine king's descendant and even wounded him with a sword in his… unspeakable vital point… that divine king's descendant punished her… a hundred reincarnations, all as males."

His body shuddered as he murmured: "Her soul's memories, emotions, and perceptions are female, yet her body is male… tsk, what a horrifying experience!"

He shook his head and whispered: "More importantly, Xuan's beloved, her true love, was utterly obliterated by that divine king's descendant; he wishes to punish her, making her forever male, eternally longing for her love, yet she can only drown in endless despair and regret."

The three flying swords hovering before the Drunken Buddha Daoist trembled violently, continually emitting an extremely sharp, piercing sword cry.

His face turned as black as ink, and he hoarsely roared at Miru: "State your divine name—no matter which member of the conspiring divine clan you are, I will surely slay you!"

Pei Feng shook his head: "Drunken Buddha… no, Xuan, do you wish to regain a female form? Do you… seek revenge?"