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Chapter 1187 Forced to Retreat
"Old penman!"

The Western Palace Master was filled with shock and rage. He turned around and cut open his chest, revealing his beating heart.

His heart was covered with all sorts of black characters, nourished by his own blood for many years; it was his most treasured skill.

He had no choice but to fight desperately. The death of Han Yusou was neither negligence nor an accident, but a sign that the members of the Shishen Sect were on the verge of collapse due to the pressure from Zhou You.

The other two temple masters suffered severe injuries: one had half of his arm severed, and the other had half of his skull shaved off.

The Five Heavenly Kings are in a formation, easy to gather but difficult to disperse. They previously attacked Zhou You alone, and now, facing a counterattack, they are all one, making it difficult for him to break free.

"The Thousand-Character Classic for Praying to God".

The Western Temple Master pulled these words from his heart, as if ripping a blood vessel out of his body, leaving a bloody, dark red stain.

Each passage of text was inextricably linked to his flesh and blood, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Besides the Heavenly Palace Seal, the Buddhist sect has another treasured item called the seal script "prayer".

From ancient times to the present, the Buddhist religion has prayed to God for a response and has studied this scripture more thoroughly than ever before.

Even Chongyang Gong, the former number one master of the Golden Immortal Sect, might not be as proficient in this text as he is.

These words, hidden in one's heart and nourished by the blood of one's soul, are none other than the "Thousand-Character Prayer to God," a culmination of the Western Temple Master's life's work.

As the world's top tattoo artist, he had long seen through appearances, allowing the words to penetrate from the surface of the skin into the heart.

Words crafted with painstaking effort possess greater power and more profound functions.

"Well?"

Zhou You suddenly looked up at the sky, instead of at the Western Palace Master who was exerting all his strength.

Because he sensed that a vast and supreme consciousness was awakening in the heavens, stirring restlessly, possessing the power to destroy the world.

Could this be the god worshipped by the Buddhist religion?

The Western Palace Master held a large handful of dark red characters, as if carved from red jade, shimmering with a dull crimson light.

Blood and tears streamed down his face; this was the first time in his many years of cultivation that he had come so close to God.

The higher-ups in the Buddhist sect have differing interpretations of 'God' and are not as fanatically devout as the lower-level believers.

The Western Temple Master held the same view, believing that the meaning of the term "God" was to break free from the shackles of the human body through cultivation and unleash true potential, which he called: God.

The so-called Thousand Character Prayer to God is his way of using seal script as a key to unlock the treasures of the human body.

However, when he took out the thousand-character scripture he had painstakingly cultivated, he was shocked by the vast consciousness above the sky.

Compared to this, the thoughts of countless ordinary people are but a tiny speck of dust, and this is still separated by an immeasurably high and distant heaven. If this consciousness were to descend upon the human world, I fear... the end of the world would come.

The Western Temple Master felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of the doctrines that included the release of gods and the granting of eternal life to all beings.

The future that the religion of Buddhism pursues is the extinction of the human race, which becomes a small part of the vast consciousness of the gods. What a desolate world that would be.
"God?"

Zhou You saw the Western Palace Master's ultimate move, which elevated him to a profound divine consciousness, and he couldn't help but praise it.

But he was fearless. "Have you ever heard the saying, 'Distant water can't quench a nearby fire'?"

With a flick of his finger, the Half-Saint Yin Blade on the ground flew into his hand, and the crumbling divine restriction array was immediately broken.

The five Heavenly Kings flew backwards in unison, as if struck by a massive iron hammer, their hair trembling and falling apart.

They looked at each other, their disheveled expressions evident on their faces, and Shi Gaofei was the one being looked at the most.

You've wasted your time, kid! They didn't even show you any mercy because you're from the same sect!

Shi Gaofei breathed a sigh of relief. He was lucky that Zhou You had really dealt him a severe blow, otherwise he would have had a hard time getting by in the future.

No organization can tolerate disloyal or disloyal members.

This favor must be repaid.

"Stop!" The Fifth Heavenly King retreated in a sorry state, only because of the aftershocks of Zhou You breaking through the formation with his sword. If he were to strike again, he would be in danger.

Seeing Zhou You flick his fingertips, indicating he was about to strike again, the Western Palace Master was alarmed and shouted for help.

The Thousand Character Prayer to the Gods invokes the will of the gods, instantly elevating one's ambition to the level of a ladder to heaven, bringing one infinitely close to the heights of a Martial Saint.

In the blink of an eye, the consciousness above the sky resonated with the fist intent of the Western Palace Master.

Wow!

At the junction of the limbs and torso of the Western Palace Master, the skin and flesh were torn open, the joints were exposed, and the tendons were curled and exposed like steel bars in concrete.

His physical body could not withstand the surge of fist intent, and the overload caused his body to collapse.

This is undoubtedly an extremely painful process, tearing the skin, flesh, and bones apart from the inside out, with an intense tearing sensation.

He gritted his teeth and, enduring the pain, threw a punch at Zhou You. In an instant, the ugly wounds and bones transformed into something magical, blooming like a pure white lotus flower.

With the blessing of divine will, a miracle was created in an instant, surpassing the Western Palace Master by several realms.

"Good timing!"

Zhou You formed the Great Thousand Seal with one hand and pressed it against the blade, causing it to hum and tremble.

This strike merged with the profound meaning of the Great Thousand Seal, instantly expanding the limited sword light into infinite space, reaching the greatest, the highest, and the farthest.

It even alarmed the divine consciousness high above the heavens.

The clash between the Western Palace Master's fist and the sword light appeared to be a contest of strength between the two, but the real deciding factor was in the heavens above.

A blindingly white world appeared before Zhou You's eyes, a vast expanse of white without any substance. Transparent waves surged in from all directions like a tidal wave, their high and low frequencies converging into two constantly repeating syllables.

"Big, thousand, thousand, big!"

The vast consciousness above the heavens actually recognized the power attributes of the Great Thousand Seal and reacted with surprise.

Zhou You decisively shouted, "That's right, I am the Great Thousand."

The blade flashed, effortlessly cleaving the Western Palace Master to the ground. Just as the lord was about to deliver the final blow...

"That's it!"

With a sigh, a figure appeared in front of Zhou You. The uninvited guest had his back to him and raised his hand to pull him back.

Bare-handed, he actually managed to stop the sharpness of the Half-Saint Yin Blade.

The person whose back was turned said calmly, "My skills are inferior. This ends here. Farewell!"

He staggered a few steps, then reached out a hand, pulled up the three palace masters and the five heavenly kings, and disappeared from Zhou You's sight in the blink of an eye.

Zhou You exhaled, not chasing after them, his brows furrowed.

The mysterious man did not reveal his face, but he was definitely on the side of the Shakyamuni Cult. To be able to rescue someone from his clutches and escape unscathed, he was clearly a semi-saint level expert.

A name came to mind: Lingyun Palace.

However, this person's style and methods are completely different from those of Lingyun Palace; they are clearly two different people.

It seems that the Buddhist religion has unfathomable depths!

Zhou You slashed the back of the blade, and the light of the blade fell on his body, instantly shattering his aged features and restoring his original appearance.

Footsteps sounded, and he thought to himself, "They've come, just as I thought."

He turned and smiled at the two who had appeared, "Master, my mentor, you've been waiting for a long time!"

Appearing before Zhou You were Lingyun Palace and Tiannan Divine Sword.

(End of this chapter)