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Chapter 280: No More Wuliang Mountain
Chapter 280: No More Wuliang Mountain
Li Hao quickly took out an Elixir and fed it to Old Feng.
As the Golden Pill slid down his throat, Li Hao could clearly see golden veins appear in Old Feng's body. It was as if a brilliant Golden Light had been swallowed, illuminating and descending into his body, making the meridians in his chest visible in intricate detail, like the branches of a divine tree.
As the Golden Light illuminated, dark, black blood began to seep from his wounds. Upon closer inspection, these dark blood droplets were actually countless tiny insects, writhing like maggots, being expelled from his body.
As large numbers of black insects were expelled from his wounds, the blood from his injuries gradually turned clean, returning to its original bright red.
The wounds on his body, thanks to his powerful Physical Body's self-healing ability, began to slowly heal.
Apart from the whip marks and cuts, his damaged senses were also gradually recovering.
Li Hao's face darkened as he used his Power to crush the insects in the blood, keeping only a small number to store in the Heavenly Earth Space.
"What kind of Parasitic Insects are these? This method is truly vicious!"
Xiyian retreated to Li Hao's wrist, still somewhat shaken.
"These bald monks have quite a few tricks up their sleeves", Jiang Lidust said with a narrowed gaze, but he wasn't particularly surprised. Apart from Martial Dao and Sword Dao, very few things could truly shock him, as he neither cared nor paid much attention to them.
Li Hao didn't speak, only clenching his fists slightly.
"You actually used up your Fate-Reversing Opportunity for him. That's quite a sacrifice."
Jiang Lidust looked at Li Hao, his eyes slightly narrowed.
He had met many people, but Li Hao was the first to willingly give away a Fate-Defying Chance to someone who wasn't a close relative or friend, and he did it voluntarily, without any coercion.
This was equivalent to giving away a life!
What kind of friendship could inspire such a sacrifice, he couldn't even imagine.
Especially for a thief despised by the world.
"If it were him, he would do the same for me."
Li Hao said softly, "Besides, I don't need it now. Even if I had ten, it wouldn't matter."
With his current strength, only Enlightened Realm beings or even Semi-Saints could put him in a desperate situation.
For such levels of power, the Fate Reversal Power had little meaning, as it could be obscured.
The concept of Defying Heaven and Altering Fate was merely a delusion of mortals.
Before the Great Dao and the Sages, it would be shattered and rendered insignificant.
Moreover, if there were special circumstances in the future that required it, Li Hao still had ten thousand Virtue in the Virtue Treasure Vault, which could be exchanged for ten more Fate Reversal Powers.
The one he had used on Heavenly Prison Island was blocked by the Dao Power from the Abyss, rendering it wasted.
"Hmm."
Jiang Lidust didn't deny Li Hao's words. With Li Hao's current strength, the Fate Reversal Power indeed wasn't as crucial, but it was still an extremely precious resource.
In a life-or-death struggle with an equally matched opponent, when both were on the brink of death, the other would have no power to obscure the heavens, and one could use the Fate Reversal Power to escape.
Xiyian, though pained by Li Hao's sacrifice of a Fate-Defying Chance, had to accept it. She comforted him by gently caressing his wrist with her Small Red Tentacles.
As they spoke, Feng Boping's body gradually healed, and his eyes, mouth, and nose all regenerated.
However, the newly restored Feng Boping had a dazed and slow expression. He looked around blankly, then stared at Li Hao with a mix of familiarity and confusion.
"Old Feng."
Li Hao immediately grasped his hand, filled with remorse. "I'm sorry, I returned too late, and you suffered so much."
Feng Boping stammered, "L-Little, Little Rat..."
"It's me."
"L-Little, Little Rat..."
Feng Boping repeated, still in a daze.
Li Hao was taken aback, his face instantly changing as he sensed something was wrong.
He glanced at Old Feng’s expression and noticed that it wasn’t one of surprise or confusion, but a sluggish blankness.
"Old Feng?"
Li Hao tensed up, urgently examining Old Feng’s body but finding no scars or abnormalities.
"Little rat..."
Old Feng mumbled, still repeating the words with a dull, vacant gaze.
Li Hao felt a chill run through him, his blood seeming to boil with anger. There was no doubt that the Buddhist Master was behind Old Feng’s condition, and even the Power of Reversing Fate couldn’t restore him!
"Hmm?"
Jiang Lidust also noticed Feng Boping’s condition and asked in surprise, "Was he like this before?"
"No."
"I didn’t think so. This feels more like Soul Deficiency", Jiang Lidust said.
Li Hao was taken aback again and immediately looked at him. "Soul Deficiency?"
"Exactly. The Divine Soul consists of Three Souls and Seven Spirits. If any of them are missing, this kind of condition can occur, like a child with mental retardation. In folk terms, it’s as if he’s lost his soul", Jiang Lidust explained.
Li Hao’s heart trembled, and the suppressed rage within him began to surge once more.
"Hmm, I think I understand. He must have been caught by that Moluo. Before you forced the old baldy out of the Buddha-Demon Fusion, the Moluo kept him as a secret. This old fellow definitely knew about it. The old baldy used him as bait to lure you in, likely to ruin your reputation and damage your Incense Foundation."
"But to avoid exposing his own secret, he had to destroy him. Soul Deficiency, with no hope of physical recovery. What a despicable tactic."
Jiang Lidust sighed. Though he was eccentric, he wasn’t stupid. He had participated in the royal succession battle in the past and quickly pieced together the events.
Li Hao, hearing his words, knew they were mostly accurate. He looked at the Prince and asked, "Senior, how can Soul Deficiency be restored?"
"The first method is to let the remaining soul fragments split and fill the void over a long period. In other words, it can naturally recover over time."
"Souls, like plants and trees, can regenerate, but it takes an extremely long time."
"The second method is to find the missing soul fragment. It might be sealed somewhere in Wuliang Mountain, or it could have been destroyed and drifted into the Mourning River", Jiang Lidust said.
Li Hao’s gaze swept over the Spiritual Mountain, his eyes cold and resolute.
"Old Feng, rest for now. I will definitely find your missing soul fragment!"
Li Hao took a deep breath and solemnly told Old Feng.
Old Feng looked at him blankly, a struggle visible in his eyes. He managed to say, "Run... fast..."
Seeing this, Li Hao felt a sharp pain in his heart. Even with Soul Deficiency, Old Feng recognized him with just a single touch.
"Old Feng, you’re safe now."
Li Hao suppressed his sorrow and gently said, as if soothing a child.
Old Feng’s lips moved slightly, as if he understood. The struggle in his eyes slowly faded, and a smile appeared, though it looked somewhat foolish due to his condition.
"Good, good..." he seemed to respond.
Li Hao couldn’t bear to look anymore. He asked the Candlelight Deity to watch over Old Feng, then turned his attention to the Spiritual Mountain. His Divine Sense rapidly spread, covering and searching the entire area from top to bottom.
Meanwhile, outside the Spiritual Mountain, numerous Wuliang Mountain disciples, along with Arhats and Guardians, rushed to the scene.
Seeing the damaged and cracked Spiritual Mountain, they were shocked. The destruction of the Buddhist Master’s Dharma Image only added to their disbelief, making them both astonished and furious.
Though they knew the intruder was extremely powerful, their deep-seated faith overcame their fear.
"Who are you, daring to invade Wuliang Mountain!"
"This is within the territory of Dayu. Do you want to be wanted by Dayu?!"
Angry shouts echoed through the air.
Li Hao, who was searching the Spiritual Mountain, suddenly unleashed the restrained killing intent, transforming it into a sharp, overwhelming aura. He lifted his head, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, and a tangible, blade-like force swept out.
With a loud thud, the Arhats of the Three Eternities Realm, who were among the angry voices, felt their blood surge and their chests as if struck by a heavy hammer. They immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
Even their invulnerable physical bodies could not withstand it.
"Scatter!"
The word, brimming with killing intent, was forced out of Li Hao’s mouth. Several consecutive explosions sounded, and the leading Three Eternities Realm Arhats were torn apart, dying on the spot.
The others, who had been about to shout in anger, were struck with fear. The blood that had rushed to their heads instantly cooled, and their eyes filled with dread.
Li Hao’s Divine Sense searched the Spiritual Mountain but found no trace of Old Feng’s soul or any suspicious areas. Instead, he discovered a cave on the backside of the mountain, where Old Feng’s aura lingered. Inside, the lava pools and various torture instruments were all imbued with Old Feng’s residual aura.
Li Hao’s expression darkened. There was no doubt that this was where Old Feng had been tortured.
"Stand back."
Li Hao spoke softly to the Candlelight Deity and Jiang Lidust.
They were surprised but noticed the intense fluctuations in Li Hao’s aura and realized something was amiss. They quickly took flight.
Bang!
As soon as they moved, Li Hao condensed a brilliant Sword Qi and unleashed it with a fierce strike.
The entire Spiritual Mountain, from the summit to the base, was split in two by this single sword slash!
This spectacle left the many disciples of Wuliang Mountain, who had rushed over to confront him, utterly stunned and disbelieving.
It was as if the Spiritual Mountain, which had stood firm in their hearts, had been destroyed, just like their faith had been torn apart!
Bang, bang, bang!
Li Hao’s Sword Qi dispersed, swirling into the lava pools and slaughtering all the Demons inside.
Looking at the now divided and ruined Spiritual Mountain, with the Spirit Gathering Array destroyed, it was no longer a Cultivation Holy Land.
"Now, those who wish to leave Wuliang Mountain can remove their monk robes and depart."
Li Hao turned and looked at the many Wuliang Mountain disciples before him. His cold voice echoed throughout the Vairocana Pure Land:
"The Buddhist Master is dead, and there will be no more Wuliang Mountain!"
"You have ten breaths to decide!"
"Those who stay will die!"
As Li Hao’s words spread, all the disciples of Wuliang Mountain, from every peak and every Buddha Hall, where they were meditating or sleeping, were jolted into action, their hearts filled with shock.
"The Buddhist Master is dead?"
"How is that possible? Could it be that in the recent battle…?"
On a distant peak, some Wuliang Mountain disciples, though they had sensed the battle, were of too low a cultivation to fully understand the situation. They had no idea that the Buddhist Master was dead.
Hearing Li Hao’s voice now, they were all shocked and stunned.
Li Hao remained silent, but above his head, a Sword Tide began to form.
His gaze was icy cold as he stood in the sky above the split Spiritual Mountain, like a young deity of battle, overlooking the many disciples of the Buddhist Sect.
The vast and powerful Sword Tide, like a whirlpool in the sea, gathered and emitted a terrifying aura, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder, causing all the Buddhist Sect disciples to tremble with fear.
It was as if the end of the world had arrived.
"How can this be…?"
"Wuliang Mountain has stood for a thousand years, and now it faces such a calamity…?"
"Is the Great Yu Divine Dynasty truly on the decline? Where is the compassion of the Buddha, where is the heavens…?"
Many old monks stepped out of the Buddha Halls, their eyes filled with shock and sorrow as they gazed at the vast Sword Tide.
"Quick, remove your monk robes."
Many young nobles who had recently joined Wuliang Mountain quickly stripped off their monk robes and hurriedly ran down the mountain.
Some of the elder monks, deeply devoted to the Buddhist path, instead of fleeing, sat in the square, hands clasped in prayer, chanting sutras as if to counter the demonic calamity.
Under the lead of these elder monks, more and more disciples of the Buddhist Sect joined them in the square. The chanting of sutras, like sacred mantras, resonated through the air, as if to resist the malevolent force with the truth of the Buddhist path.
The swirling Sword Qi expanded, spreading from the peak of the Spiritual Mountain to cover dozens of mountain summits.
The air was filled with a chilling, oppressive cold.
Many disciples of the Buddhist Sect, rushing to the foot of the Spiritual Mountain, stood at a distance in shock and fear, hands clasped in prayer, with expressions of resigned acceptance.
Others fled in panic, tearing off their robes and running for their lives.
Amidst the impending disaster, a myriad of reactions.
"Master... is dead."
On a mountain peak, Li Qianfeng stepped out of the Buddha Hall, staring at the Sword Tide swirling in the distant sky, stunned.
The revered Master, seated on the Lotus Platform, was actually... dead?
He found it hard to comprehend, unable to believe it, but he knew it was true. Otherwise, how could Master allow anyone to desecrate the Spiritual Mountain?
"Young Master, we must leave quickly. The Buddhist Master is dead; we need to go now."
Another elder monk rushed out, urging him urgently.
Though he appeared as a monk, he was actually a member of the Li Family, here to accompany and look after Li Qianfeng during his cultivation.
"Who did this?" Li Qianfeng strained to see the figure beneath the Sword Tide.
"It must be some demon, possibly even Moluo, the Buddhist Master's old nemesis."
As the elder monk spoke, he hastily helped Li Qianfeng remove his white robe and handed him some plain, rough clothing.
"Young Master, put these on quickly. We'll disguise ourselves as Outer Sect Disciples and leave the mountain. The one who killed the Buddhist Master will not spare you; you are the Buddhist Master's personal disciple."
Li Qianfeng's face paled, and he quickly reacted, taking the clothes and putting them on.
"Let's go!"
He cast one last, deep look at the Spiritual Mountain and then quickly descended.
At the same time, Li Hao's ten-countdown was nearing its end.
"Die!"
Li Hao, facing the Arhats and Guardians who were chanting sutras to try to exorcise him, had a cold, emotionless gaze.
The Sword Tide swirling above his head suddenly surged downward, and in an instant, the Golden Body Arhats of the Three Eternities Realm were torn apart into a bloody rain.
This rain of blood splashed over the Spiritual Mountain, staining the fractured and ruined mountain red.
In the distance, where the Sword Tide covered, Sword Qi shot out, tearing apart the Buddha Halls on the outer mountain peaks and destroying the Buddha Statues.
Those who sat in the square chanting sutras, hearing the sound of the Buddha Halls being split open and feeling the ground tremble, some opened their eyes, trembling with fear, and tore off their robes to flee.
But the majority continued to chant, the buzzing sound of their sutras like sacred mantras, resonating from the peaks of the mountains.
Amidst the earth-shattering chaos, under the dark, endless Sword Tide, these sacred chants seemed to be the last light of humanity in the apocalypse.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless Sword Qi pierced through the square, leveling one mountain peak after another, destroying Buddha Halls, Buddha Statues, incense burners, and bronze coin cauldrons.
The Sword Qi that passed by the disciples who were chanting with clasped hands did not kill them but destroyed the buildings and ground around them.
Many of those chanting opened their eyes, slightly dazed.
After the vast Sword Qi had wreaked havoc, it did not kill all the chanters. After leveling the mountain peaks, it returned to the sky and slowly dissipated.
(End of Chapter)
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