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Chapter 223: The North Is Too Dangerous
Chapter 223: The North Is Too Dangerous
The appearance of Invoking True Dharma immediately sparked an idea in Lv Yang.
In his opinion, this scripture wasn’t particularly special—the initiative lay entirely with Pure Land. Whether it worked depended entirely on whether Pure Land chose to respond.
With this in mind, he immediately summoned a Qi Refining disciple and handed the scripture over.
After all, Pure Land scriptures were notoriously treacherous. Who knew what hidden dangers lurked? There was no way he’d risk using it himself. Better to leave it to a reliable subordinate.
He then began arranging arrays around the disciple—Soul-Binding Formation, Spirit-Chain Formation. Layered arrays of energy surrounded the disciple like coiled serpents.
Finally, Lv Yang activated a divine ability.
“Star Veil!”
This ability perfectly concealed all karmic threads and spiritual resonance. Under its cover, the arrays vanished completely, making everything appear harmless at a glance.
Perfect. He was setting a trap.
Invoking True Dharma could summon the divine consciousness of a Pure Land elder—the perfect bait. Using such a treasure merely for conversion was a waste!
Lv Yang sighed, shaking his head. “The demonic cultivators in the North are too low-class. Their minds are so narrow! They say ‘one turns crimson near cinnabar, black near ink.’ These demons have lingered under the Holy Sect’s influence for ages, yet learned none of their wisdom. Rotting wood truly cannot be carved!”
A Pure Land elder’s divine consciousness was akin to a fragment of a Great True Man’s soul. It could refine potent soul pills or dramatically enhance a treasure’s spiritual acuity.
“If I could offer a few strands to Avici Sword, it might evolve again!”
After all, even Avici Sword’s original master, the Blood Demon True Man, had only been at the Late Foundation Building stage—matching a Pure Land elder’s cultivation level. The Blood Demon had used Mid and Early Foundation Building True Men to temper the sword, but it had never tasted the power of a Great True Man.
If it absorbed several Pure Land elders’ divine consciousness, the sword’s evolution could be astronomical. Even unlocking another Divine Essence wasn’t impossible!
With renewed determination, Lv Yang soon completed his preparations. At his signal, the Qi Refining disciple tremblingly began reciting Invoking True Dharma.
“Hua hua!”
In an instant, golden light erupted from the disciple’s chant. Like a peacock fanning its tail, a vast Pure Land panorama unfurled—golden lotuses blooming beneath a jeweled pagoda. At its center sat a Dharma Body, radiant and serene, adorned with thirty-two sacred marks.
‘Success!’
Lv Yang, hidden in the shadows, clenched his fists in excitement. With a flick of his fingers, the surrounding arrays roared to life, ensnaring the divine form in an inescapable net!
“Amitabha! This humble monk, Vimala Bhadra… Hmm?”
The Dharma Body’s words froze mid-sentence. It staggered as its consciousness abruptly severed from its original source.
‘No!’
Before the thought fully formed, a silent, invisible Sword Core pierced its back, exiting through its brow.
“Cht!”
A single slash from Lv Yang’s blade severed Vimala Bhadra’s consciousness. The scattered fragments were swiftly gathered into his palm.
“Next target. Do we have any prisoners from the Treasures-Dividing Precipice?”
With experience gained, Lv Yang refined his bait, using disciples from the Treasures-Child’s faction to boost credibility.
Meanwhile, deep in a northern forest—
“Pu!”
An elderly monk spat blood, his snow-white beard and hair trembling as he glared toward the Qing Kingdom.
Something was terribly wrong!
Vimala Bhadra’s heart turned icy. Lv Yang’s victory over the Wrathful Kings couldn’t be coincidence. How had he missed the trap?
First, his three meticulously crafted Wrathful Kings had encountered perfect counters, failing utterly while retaliating with minor injuries. Then, sensing a Qi Gathering cultivator reciting Invoking True Dharma—likely a disciple of the Treasures-Child—he’d projected a divine consciousness to investigate Qing Kingdom’s side. But it vanished instantly.
“I’ve been played!”
No longer thinking of conversion, Vimala Bhadra realized the North was a death pit. Yet even as he resolved to leave, another summons tingled his senses.
“Someone else?!”
This time, the signature seemed identical—a Qi Refining disciple, nothing amiss.
“Could this be… the Treasures-Child’s disciple?”
After multiple checks, Vimala Bhadra’s eyes brightened. “The Treasures-Child joined Pure Land early. His disciple should be trustworthy.”
He extended another divine thread.
Back at the trap, Lv Yang grinned. “Bite again!”
“…Another one lost?”
Vimala Bhadra’s mind reeled. The losses weren’t severe, but the humiliation was unbearable.
“Am I being mocked?!”
Before he could rage, a third summons flared—this time, he’d gamble a Foundation Building-level consciousness!
“Let’s see who’s behind this—”
Boom!
On the other side, Lv Yang watched in disbelief as Pure Land’s elder took the bait again. Without hesitation, he activated the arrays.
The moment the divine thread snapped, Vimala Bhadra’s body jolted. Already weakened by backlash from his secret arts, the repeated losses—and now a major one—shook him badly.
The pain jolted him awake.
“No… How could I be so foolish?! Self-inflicted wounds, karmic loss, my spiritual clarity tainted… Could I have attracted calamity qi?!”
He immediately sat cross-legged, chanting Mahayana Perfect Enlightenment Root Sutra to cleanse his mind.
Yet confusion lingered. He’d committed no karmic sins to warrant heavenly punishment. Calamity qi shouldn’t have struck—unless…
“Not calamity qi… but someone else’s doing? A True Monarch’s ability? Impossible—the Bodhisattvas are watching. Could it be… the culprit isn’t even a Bodhisattva? Foundation Building Perfection? No! They must have a treasure tied to the Fruit Position!”
The realization chilled him.
“The North… is too dangerous. I must return to Pure Land!”
As he rose, a hand lightly steadied his shoulder.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Vimala Bhadra froze.
What just happened?
As a Pure Land elder, a Great Arhat, returning to Pure Land should require only a thought. Why had he needed to stand? And whose hand—
He turned. Before him stood a figure with golden eyes—dim but unwavering, like lamplight in a temple hall.
(End of Chapter)
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