Chapter 126: Interrogating the Butian Technique, another Yuechan?

"Boom—"

Just as everyone's hearts were shaken, a muffled, deep sound suddenly spread out from above the firmament...

At the same time, a streak of brilliant light pressed down, as if sealing off this patch of the sky.

"Eh, that's not right, this is the Butian Technique! The Great Elder, he isn't dead..."

At this moment, Yuechan's calm, water-like expression was filled with deep astonishment.

She had carefully observed the battle between the Great Elder and Mengchen just a moment ago, and she had not seen him use the Butian Technique.

Soon, Yuechan felt relieved, and she thought to herself: "I never expected the Great Elder to be able to wield the Butian Technique as easily as moving his own arm."

"It's the Butian Technique!"

The Nine Great Elders, who had originally thought the Great Elder was dead and felt their hearts sink, were instantly and exceptionally excited. The appearance of the Butian Technique let them know that the Great Elder was not dead; he was still alive!

The Butian Technique can even mend the sky, so what else can it not do? Above the void, Mengchen was like a Kunpeng, his divine might covering the world, looking down upon the mortal realm, his entire body glowing with a brilliant, intimidating golden light.

This suddenly appearing light also made him turn solemn, and he was somewhat shocked in his heart—that Qingyi actually hadn't died!

"Could it be that Qingyi didn't die?" someone in the crowd asked in surprise.

"It must be the Butian Technique!" another person shouted, causing an uproar all around.

"The Butian Technique, is it coming out?" The Stone Emperor and the others looked solemn; they had not expected to witness the supreme technique of the Butian Sect today.

"The Butian Technique?" Hearing the uproar from below, Mengchen murmured.

At this time, the voice of the Vajra Pestle sounded in Mengchen's heart: "This is the Butian Technique of the Butian Sect! It was created by an ancient mighty figure, mysterious and unfathomable, extremely powerful, and possesses the ability to turn the tide, capable of changing a settled outcome!"

"The Butian Technique! It can actually turn the tide; there is such a miraculous technique in the world. If one possessed this technique, wouldn't they be able to infinitely reverse settled outcomes, becoming undying and undefeated?" Mengchen exclaimed in his heart.

"It's not as heaven-defying as you think!" the Vajra Pestle said.

Soon, it added: "Although this Butian Technique is said to be heaven-defying, it cannot be used infinitely. After each use, a certain amount of time is required before it can be cast again."

Upon hearing this, Mengchen had a rough understanding in his heart, and at the same time, he developed a strong interest in this Butian Technique.

Although the Butian Technique can only be used once in a short period, this one time, during a life-and-death duel, might allow one to survive even in a desperate situation.

"Boom...!"

Suddenly, a monstrous force seemed to make this heaven and earth instantly stand still; the uproar in the crowd suddenly vanished, and it seemed as if a frozen scene had formed here.

After this heaven and earth became a frozen scene, it began to crack, as if it were being broken, covered in dense fissures, and then shattered.

Before long, the broken scene began to reassemble, and then it accelerated, returning to its normal state.

"What happened?"

In the crowd, some people yelled after reacting, and all the Venerables, including the Stone Emperor, were greatly astonished.

They had just felt that time and space were frozen, and they were deeply shocked.

If someone had taken advantage of this moment to strike, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Why does it seem like it was tracing the river of time, freezing at a certain moment?" someone in the crowd whispered.

The frozen and fixed scene was unsealed, and everything and everyone came back to life, returning to normal, and the previous uproar erupted in an instant.

Mengchen in the void had also been frozen just now, but after it returned to normal, he remained awe-inspiring, standing on one side, his whole body surging with golden light.

At this moment, an even more shocking scene appeared.

Qingyi's flying body and head, as well as the blood that had flowed out, presented an astonishing sight that was mind-boggling.

One could see the splattered divine blood beginning to flow backward, crazily surging into the severed neck where his head had been cut off. Following this, the head returned to its place, divine light scattered from the severed area, flesh and blood began to grow, and in an instant, it was as if the head had never been severed, and the wound on the neck had completely healed.

"What...? Is this the Butian Technique? It is actually this heaven-defying!"

People exclaimed, staring blankly at the center of the field; it was too mind-boggling. What kind of heaven-defying cultivation art was this? It could actually bring the dead back to life! That Qingyi had clearly been decapitated and killed, but the result had reversed; the head returned to its place, and the wound on the neck healed seamlessly!

"Is this... real? If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I'm afraid I wouldn't believe it even if someone swore it to be true!" people's voices trembled.

What kind of existence created such a heaven-defying technique? It is simply invincible! A dead person reviving and returning completely to their peak state—how can this be explained? All the wounds disappeared, leaving not a single trace to be found.

"You, a mere Inscription Realm cultivator, how are you this powerful!"

Qingyi recovered as before, his eyes suddenly opening wide, looking at Mengchen opposite him in great shock.

If he hadn't secretly cast the Butian Technique in time just now, he feared he would have already died and vanished.

"You don't need to know! Come, continue to die!"

Mengchen whispered softly, his eleven Cave Heavens fully opened, his momentum like a rainbow.

At this moment, he seemed to resonate with heaven and earth; with every step he took, the four directions shook, appearing terrifyingly boundless, like an ancient deity walking over, radiating monstrous brilliance.

Mengchen's expression was calm, his gait steady, his bright eyes flickering with divine light, his orange monk's robe dancing without wind. He raised his right hand from afar, the Cave Heavens behind him shining brilliantly, and Divine Radiance gushed out like a flood.

"Imprison!"

He shouted in a deep voice, and the overwhelming Divine Radiance pressed down, imprisoning Qingyi and the surrounding space once again.

"How could this be..."

Qingyi's heart was shaken; this power of imprisonment not only restricted his movements, but even the Divine Power within his body seemed to be imprisoned, unable to be unleashed.

"Not good! Everyone, attack together!"

The Nine Great Elders in the distance saw this and immediately felt that something was wrong, rushing forward to attack together, with the old woman following closely behind.

"Imprison!" Mengchen raised his hand and shouted softly; the Nine Great Elders and the old woman were all imprisoned together, unable to break free.

At this moment, they simply could not believe that this little bald boy in the Inscription Realm could actually be this terrifying, restricting the movements of all of them with a casual wave of his hand.

However, what they did not know was that the field of this heaven and earth had been secretly tampered with; they now only possessed the strength of the Inscription Realm, so naturally, they could not break free from the imprisonment power of Mengchen's eleven Cave Heavens.

Mengchen continued to approach step by step, finally arriving in front of Qingyi.

He still calmly whispered: "Hand over the Butian Technique! I can let you die more quickly!"

"Little thief, you actually want to covet the Butian Technique of my sect! You are simply dreaming!" Qingyi cursed angrily.

"Good!" With a flick of his finger, Mengchen shot out a streak of talisman light, piercing through one of Qingyi's knees.

This person had once casually slaughtered all living beings in a kingdom a hundred years ago, and now he had again slaughtered countless mortals and living beings right before his eyes. For such a person, Mengchen naturally would not feel any pity in his heart.

Now, having witnessed the heaven-defying power of the Butian Technique, he had developed a fondness for this marvelous art and wanted to get his hands on it.

"Ah...! You little thief! How dare you treat me this way? One day, I will surely wash your Western Sect in blood, leaving not a single one alive!" Qingyi roared in pain.

That a junior dared to treat him this way in public made him extremely furious.

"Heh..., stop dreaming. You don't have a future anymore!" Mengchen sneered.

He spoke again: "I'll say it one more time: hand over the Butian Technique, and I can let you die quickly."

"What...! He is actually setting his sights on the Butian Technique."

At this moment, the crowd below was greatly shocked after hearing Mengchen's words.

"Shameless little thief, release our Great Elder at once! You will never get our sect's Butian Technique!" Not far away, a female elder of the Butian Sect shouted explosively.

"Swoosh!"

A burst of talisman light shot from the tip of Mengchen's right finger, piercing directly through the center of the female elder's brow. Pfft... a thin spray of blood splattered out; she lost her life and fell downward.

She had no chance to cast the Butian Technique, and thus she died completely...

"Ah...! Sixth Sister!"

"No..., Sixth Elder!"

The remaining eight elders and the old woman looked at the falling corpse and cried out in grief.

"Little thief! I swear to kill you." Seeing this, Qingyi glared with rage, staring fiercely at Mengchen, who was close by.

"Swoosh!"

Hearing this, another streak of talisman light shot from Mengchen's fingertip, piercing through Qingyi's other knee. Now, Qingyi's legs were a bloody mess.

"Little thief! I want you dead!"

The eight elders spoke at once, struggling violently, yet they still could not break free from the restraint. Below, the Stone Emperor, Shi Hao, and all the living beings were horrified by this scene at this moment.

Tianhu Shaonü could not suppress the joy on her face and looked at Yuechan: "Sister Yuechan, now that your husband and your own family have turned into enemies, which side will you stand on?"

Yuechan cast a cold glance and ignored her further; her mouth was still sealed by Mengchen's Divine Power, making her unable to speak.

Now that the Sixth Elder had been killed, the Great Elder was severely wounded, and the rest of the elders were all restrained, this situation made her very worried.

But at this moment, she felt deeply powerless and could only watch helplessly.

"Will you hand it over or not!" Mengchen asked again.

"The Butian Technique is our sect's supreme inheritance; how could it be lost at my hands? Little thief, give up that thought!" Qingyi had a look of angry ferocity.

"Swoosh!"

Mengchen moved both hands, and two streaks of talisman light exploded, piercing through his arms.

"Ah..." Qingyi roared violently; his limbs were severely damaged, and the bone-piercing pain was unbearable.

"Bang!" His legs could no longer support him standing; he knelt before Mengchen, causing a loud thud.

"Will you hand it over or not!"

"I won't hand it over even if I die!"

"Fine!" Mengchen's voice turned cold, and he slammed a fist toward his chest. It was as if the firmament had shattered and the earth had collapsed; vast waves of Divine Power surged, and the area boiled! "This punch is so terrifying!" Many people below were horrified.

"Pfft..."

Qingyi spat blood and flew backward. A bloody, transparent fist print appeared on his chest; his torso had been pierced through, and his internal organs had been shattered.

"No..., Great Elder!"

The group of elders behind roared in sorrow, their faces showing a unified look of heartbreak.

There was not a ripple of emotion in Mengchen's heart.

Back then, these ten elders of the Butian Sect, in league with Qitianyan, had once beaten Jinchanzi into a state of severe injury and destroyed his foundation. Regarding this point, Mengchen had long ago secretly sworn that he would definitely slay them.

Because Jinchanzi had raised him, nurtured him, and doted on him; in Mengchen's heart, though he was a master, he was better than a father! Afterward, Divine Power surged from his palm, exceptionally brilliant, and a burst of talisman light shot toward Qingyi, blasting him directly into a mist of blood.

Subsequently, his whole body glowed as if the sun were rising, emitting scorching divine rays that filled the sky; his aura was terrifying, shaking away the clouds in the sky.

The ten directions of heaven and earth trembled, and everyone shivered! "So terrifying?"

Everyone below felt their hearts palpitate and trembled involuntarily, as if facing an ancient True God, unable to stop themselves from wanting to kowtow and worship.

At this moment, in this piece of heaven and earth, Mengchen carried eleven Cave Heavens, appearing like a brilliant sun rising, illuminating the mortal world, impossible to look at directly.

"I... I can't control myself!"

Someone in the crowd had a trembling voice, their body swaying, and finally, they collapsed with a thud.

Following that, many people collapsed.

These people were all cultivators of low realms, unable to resist the massive pressure brought by Mengchen at this moment.

"It's your turn. Hand over the Butian Technique, and I will let you die more quickly."

In Mengchen's bright eyes, divine light flickered as he scanned the remaining eight great elders and the old woman one by one.

At this moment, Mengchen's aura was too terrifying; it penetrated into people's bone marrow to suppress them, making their souls shudder and tremble—this was the suppression of the extreme realm.

"Heaven-defying divine might, impossible to resist!"

Here, situated in this heaven and earth, even Venerable-level figures changed color, their faces turning pale.

They knew that if Mengchen were given time to grow, and things continued to develop this way, he would sooner or later reach the Upper Realm and become a legendary figure.

This spreading aura was too powerful, suppressing everyone, making it impossible for anyone to even lift their heads, difficult to resist!

The eight great elders of the Butian Sect and the old woman were having the hardest time, because Mengchen's aura was almost entirely gathered upon them.

"We will die before we hand it over..."

Above the void, the eight great elders endured the terrifying, massive pressure and spoke with difficulty.

"You did not participate in the battle to besiege my master back then, so as long as you hand over the Butian Technique, I will let you leave!"

Just as Mengchen was about to act, his attention focused on the old woman.

This old woman had not participated in the battle to besiege Jinchanzi back then, so Mengchen had no need to kill her.

Mengchen raised his hand, divine radiance appearing, and after snatching the old woman through the air, he said: "Speak! As long as you reveal the Butian Technique, I can let you leave safely immediately."

"In your dreams!" the old woman replied with a cold gaze.

"Very well..."

Their determination to protect the Butian Technique gave Mengchen a trace of admiration.

"Boom—"

Above the firmament, a loud noise suddenly erupted and spread rapidly, a monstrous pressure descending that caused everyone, including Mengchen, to tremble.

The crowd of heroes shuddered; even the Stone Emperor and a group of Venerables felt their entire bodies turn cold.

What is happening? Could a deity have arrived...

At this moment, this thought arose in everyone's hearts; this pressure had come too suddenly.

"Whoosh..."

After the loud noise, the world suddenly became unusually dim, completely obscuring the sun.

Following this, a massive silver moon emerged from the firmament, emitting a cold, glowing light that made people tremble involuntarily.

"You dare to kill an Elder of my Lower Realm Butian Sect? Die!"

Accompanied by a voice that suddenly spread out, a young girl walked out from within that silver moon, flickering in and out of sight.

This figure was as cold as the moon, as if shining alone among ten thousand stars, exuding a graceful beauty.

At this moment, everyone stared!

Below, Yuechan's brows furrowed slightly, and she thought to herself: "Could it be that she has come?"

Beside her, the Tianhu Shaonü watched, her expression becoming serious and solemn.

Soon, the figure that walked out of the silver moon was fully revealed; it was a peerless young girl with a graceful figure.

At the same time, this caused everyone to turn their heads to gaze at the Yuechan below, comparing her to the girl in the silver moon, and they let out cries of shock: "What? How can there be two Butian Sect Saintesses!"

Xiyao, Huo Ling'er, Heizi, Shi Hao, and the others were all filled with astonishment.

"How is this possible?"

Upon seeing her appearance for the first time, Mengchen turned his head in disbelief, thinking Yuechan had run away, only to discover that the woman in the silver moon looked exactly like Yuechan.

"Could there be two Yuechans?"

The beauty of the Yuechan below was undoubtedly world-class, but the Yuechan in the silver moon was equally beautiful.

However, this Yuechan in the silver moon, set off by the moonlight, truly resembled a fairy from the Nine Heavens, only to be viewed from afar and not to be profaned.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, her slender willow eyebrows, cherry-red lips, and long, jet-black hair reaching her waist all appeared flawless. Her icy skin and jade bones were like treasures of heaven and earth, making one's heart yearn for her.

Her slender, long, beautiful legs were faintly visible, like a fairy walking on waves, beautiful enough to take one's breath away. Her waist, which could be spanned by a single hand, was even more astonishing.

"Ah! What is going on? How can there be two Saintesses?" the Butian Jiao Elders cried out in alarm.

Clearly, they were also confused by this shocking new scene and did not know why two Saintesses had appeared at the same time.

"Swish!"

The Yuechan in the silver moon lightly waved her sleeve, and the silver moon behind her scattered a vast, glowing light, which broke Mengchen's binding force upon shining down, allowing the Butian Jiao Elders to regain their freedom.

First, I wish everyone a Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and secondly, I apologize for the late update today.

Two chapters combined; I hope everyone has a good reading experience.

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