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Chapter 1054 The Closed Loop of Cause and Effect
The Western Palace Master is focused on facing the enemy!
His opponent, Mo Bugong of the Ethnic Cult, could effortlessly depict thousands of human skins with a single stroke.

Or perhaps the master craftsman, with his exquisite brushstrokes, incorporated it into a style specifically designed for him, creating beautiful and flowing seal script that encompasses all things in heaven and earth.

With the power of the seal script, human skin transformed into mountains and rivers, deer drinking water, grasslands and wilderness, and galloping horses.

In the brief interval of a breath, the Western Palace Master traveled from the seaside into the desert, and then from the mountaintop onto the back of a bull.

Such miraculous skill made him exclaim with delight, "Ink is not skillful, a single thought creates a world, a single stroke paints the universe."

“I originally looked down on you. You are skilled in seal script, painting, and even tattooing. Your knowledge is too diverse, and your achievements are limited.”

"Now it seems that you had already decided on this path of integration and innovation."

The world depicted by the other party is incredibly realistic. In a single breath, wind and thunder churn, and plants wither and flourish, demonstrating the power that only a master of the Earth Sect can possess.

Mo Bugong did not answer, not because she was aloof and arrogant, but because all her energy was focused on her brushstrokes and she could not speak.

The truth is, the Western Palace Master is far stronger than her. He was able to handle her even when she attacked with all her might and was able to speak.

In contrast, Mo Bugong's writing is so poor that if he utters a single word or his energy is diverted, the world he creates will immediately be destroyed.

"almost!"

The Western Palace Master shrugged, and beneath his skin, light condensed, gathering countless golden rays that affected the world constructed by Mo Bugong's brush, threatening to cause that lifelike world to collapse...

"Lord, save me!"

Suddenly, a male deer charged from not far away, its thick neck fur resembling a scarf.

With its antlers as thick as a forest, it spoke in human language, "I am Chaluozha, my life hangs by a thread."

It rushed to the Western Palace Master in one breath, and the stag fell to the ground dead, a thin red line as thin as a hair emerging from its chest.

A red line splits from the neck down to the rear, vertically splitting the stag in two, from which steaming hot entrails flow out.

Inside the hollowed-out chest cavity, Chaluozha's severed limbs were stuck to the inner walls of the stag's flesh and blood, sustaining him on the nourishment of the flesh and blood.

Who hurt you like this?

The Western Palace Master's calm demeanor vanished, and countless characters appeared on his bald head, emitting golden light like a bronze bell.

The bronze bell rose into the air, ringing without being struck, its sound resounding in all directions, shattering the world depicted by Mo Bugong's brush with overwhelming force.

It turns out he hadn't been giving it his all; if he had just been serious, the problem would have been solved long ago.

Mo Bugong was horrified. He picked up his brush and held it horizontally in front of him, and a natural barrier was formed, blocking the Western Palace Master's pursuit.

However, the Western Palace Master had no energy to deal with him.

He was shocked and furious when he saw Chaluozha's injuries. "If it weren't for your quick thinking, killing the deer and sneaking into its body to nourish yourself with its blood and flesh, you would have been dead long before you found me."

"It's the Enchantress, she even stole my Samsara Blade..."

The Western Temple Master used magic to heal Chaluozha, and as he listened to his entire account, his expression grew increasingly solemn.

"The Enchantress! It's actually the Enchantress! Lord Feng has really messed up this time."

The truth behind the so-called Martial Saint Pill is actually a grand conspiracy by the Enchantress to resurrect a dead body.

The sect of Buddha has a successor of the Martial Saint of Myriad Forms who has joined it and knows many inside secrets that are inaccessible to the outside world.

After the Martial Saint of Myriad Manifestations, through the sacrifices of several generations of Martial Saints, the powerful Demon Clan was almost wiped out. Even the Demon Queen, as strong as she was, had her physical body destroyed, leaving only a last, indelible mark.

The origin of the Enchantress comes from the obsession of the Martial Saint of All Things. In essence, she survives by relying on the obsession of people's hearts. As long as there is one living person in the world, she cannot be completely eliminated.

The martial saints destroyed the Enchantress's physical form and made numerous arrangements to prevent her from rising again. These arrangements were very effective; although the Enchantress's shadow remained, she could not cause trouble because she had no physical form.

Those in the know understand that once the Enchantress creates a physical body, chaos will ensue, and the world may even be destroyed.

Upon seeing the pitiful Chaluozha, the Western Palace Master immediately accepted the cruel reality of the Enchantress's possession.

My first reaction was that the feudal lord was going to become a sinner for all time.

The Queen of Enchantress is of great importance. As the second Martial Saint, the Martial Saint of All Things is second only to the Primordial Martial Saint in talent and ability. However, because he released the Queen of Enchantress to the mortal world, he has always been both praised and criticized. In order to reduce the impact, later generations have rarely publicized her.

To eliminate the calamities brought by the Enchantress, generations of martial saints devoted their lives to fighting her.

Without these admirable and respectable predecessors, the human race would probably have long been reduced to livestock raised by monsters, or even eaten to extinction.

Even with the sacrifice of many martial saints, they could not completely eliminate the Enchantress, only weaken her to her weakest state.

Moreover, in today's world, martial arts are in decline, and there isn't even a single Martial Saint.

In this situation, once the Enchantress in her concentrated form is born, well, the end of the world is not far off.

The origin of this, the culprit, is none other than the current ruler of all fifty states, the feudal lord of the capital.

First came the Horse Demon, then the Sheep Demon, who colluded with the evil alchemist Qiwei to refine the Martial Saint Pill, slaughtering almost all the residents of an entire state. In the end, they even helped the Enchantress condense her body and release the most dangerous demon.

Gee!

Thinking this through, the Western Palace Master had already sentenced the feudal lord to death; soon, the Sacrificial Palace would have a new master.

Hearing Chaluozha's faint breathing, he sighed, "I can only prolong your life, but to truly save it, you'll need your Lord!"

The one he mentioned was none other than the Eastern Palace to which Chaluozha belonged.

And the Eastern Palace Master is...

A thin, bony old man with a shabby face and a cynical air of injustice was licking the dry nib of a pen. He hesitated for a moment, then broke off the last half of a dry biscuit and threw out the larger piece.

The hungry wild dogs, already fighting over a dead rat, went even crazier, tearing and clawing at it with all their might, blood splattering across the dust.

"Good, good, only when it is so lively and interesting can I begin to write!"

Just as he was about to put pen to paper, his earlobe twitched a few times, and his expression changed. "What? Chaluozha is in critical condition! Ugh!"

"What a coincidence, the person who saved your life is nearby!"
Han Yusou, who also serves as the Eastern Palace Master, is one of the most irresponsible Palace Masters in the Buddhist sect.

He only loved to depict the postures and spirit of fierce beasts, and had no interest in missionary work or important matters. Yet, he was still able to remain the master of a temple, which shows how capable he was.

He reached out and grabbed at the void, shouting, "What you did back then, you reap today. Every bite and every drink, the Hungry Tiger Diagram, come!"

At the same time, Zhou You was handing the Yin Dao to the Empress Mianzhu when suddenly blood splattered from his back, and a human skin was neatly peeled off his back.

The excruciating pain suddenly struck him, and Zhou You's vision went black; he almost fainted.

The human skin on his back trembled in mid-air, and drops of blood fell to the ground like raindrops.

"Wow!"

Exclamations came from all around. It turned out that the image of the hungry tiger on Zhou You's back had been imprinted on the leather and had been neatly peeled off.

Zhou You subconsciously turned his head, his neck rotating 180 degrees, and looked down at his bloodied back. The Hungry Tiger Painting was gone.

(End of this chapter)