Patrol Captain

Chen Yuan raised his hand and flung out a long spear, pointing it towards a mountain range in the distance.

"boom"

In the distance, the mountains exploded in an instant, turning into a deafening roar.

The dragon's spine, stretching for dozens of miles, collapsed with a deafening roar, sending plumes of dust soaring into the sky. The entire mountain range seemed to have been crushed by an invisible giant hand, turning into a chaotic mass that spread for hundreds of miles.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the once continuous mountain range was broken into jagged ravines, leaving only broken rocks and cliffs wailing in the wind.

The wailing was mixed with panicked roars, and the smoke and dust rose into the sky, with demonic clouds scattering and fleeing in all directions.

That's a demonic mountain!
The scattered demons fled in disarray, but many were crushed into mincemeat by falling rocks and collapsing mountains before they could get far, emitting screams of agony.

There aren't any particularly powerful guys inside.

Only amidst the billowing dust did a roar, like that of a bull or thunder, resound. A colossal beast broke free from the collapsed mountainside, smashing through rocks and swelling in the wind to a height of a hundred feet.

It was a colossal beast, a demon as large as a black ox, its scarlet eyes shining through the billowing dust. Its hooves paved the mountain, and its nostrils spewed air, but its scarlet eyes were filled with fear.

Because it could see a person on a distant mountaintop through the billowing smoke and dust!

Carrying a gun!
Among the monsters of the Ten Thousand Mountains, there is a legend of a vicious man who carries a three-pointed, double-edged spear. This man trampled the demon mountains of the holy race, drank their blood, and devoured their flesh. Countless souls of his kind perished under his command.

The great demon kicked and ran, fleeing for its life, its roar echoing towards the southern land.

On the distant mountaintop, Chen Yuan swung his spear, which, like a mountain being thrown, pressed down on the void, whistling wildly as it spun into a fiery club, hurtling towards the fleeing bull.

Lightning fast!

In the terrified eyes of that bull-shaped demon, the smoke and dust in the sky suddenly seemed to be drawn in and pressed down towards the center.
"boom"

A deafening explosion.

The collapsed mountain range was struck again, sinking sharply downwards, with the sound of rocks crashing incessantly.

A sinkhole stretching for several miles has appeared!

In the distance, high mountains stretched out. Chen Yuan raised his hand, and a streak of fire flew back from the dark sinkhole, swift as a shooting star.

A large spear with black and gold dragon patterns, glowing with firelight, flew back, piercing the night.

At the tip of the spear, a dark light was enveloped by flames, within which a primordial spirit with a single horn on its head, resembling a blue ox, struggled in terror.

When the spear was halfway through its flight, it suddenly trembled and disintegrated from the spearhead, turning into golden specks of light that vanished.

The flames spread to the tip of the spear, which suddenly burst into flames. The flames enveloped the demon's primordial spirit, causing it to contract abruptly, from which came the demon's screams.

Meanwhile, Chen Yuan's "figure" standing on the mountaintop also vanished like a spear, turning into specks of light and disappearing completely.

When he reappeared, his spirit rose from the pond in the courtyard, supported by a blue lotus.

As for the scene in the water, it has disappeared.

Chen Yuan felt a slight soreness between his eyebrows and couldn't help but raise his hand to rub it. The third eye between his eyebrows was closed, and the soreness was coming from there.

There's a feeling of emptiness!

That was the experiment he just conducted.

Based on his previous exploration of the Heavenly Eye, he could use the area illuminated by the Heavenly Eye to project into the void, allowing his true body to project from thousands of miles away and to unleash supernatural powers.

This is actually a kind of supernatural power of manifesting in the void. However, compared to the "manifesting in the void" of Longhu, which requires planting a seed of primordial spirit in another person's body as a medium, and then manifesting in front of people to perform supernatural powers, his is undoubtedly the true manifestation of manifesting in the void!

It can project onto the void anytime, anywhere, according to one's wishes!
Of course, there are difficulties involved.

At least, Chen Yuan's newly advanced Heavenly Eye Divine Power is not enough to support him in doing so.

He just tried it out, and his current projection ability only allows him to land two hits!
In addition, he tried it and found that the projection could not bring back other objects, just like when he tried to bring back the primordial spirit of that great demon.

However, compared to four days ago, when he projected himself onto Youmen Pass and his projection took the blow from the white-robed king, which also caused his main body to suffer a backlash, his cultivation of the Heavenly Eye has progressed considerably.

This is all thanks to the temple keeper's reward!
One place, one year's worth of incense offerings!
He had no idea about this before, but now that he thinks about it, the old man's reward seemed a bit generous compared to what he had lent out.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan felt good, realizing he had gained something. He put these thoughts aside and decided to accumulate little by little. Once he refined the remaining large portion of the incense, the power of his projected form and the number of attacks he could make should be much stronger.

Anyway, we just keep experimenting.

If he can master the wonders of this supernatural power as soon as possible, he will be able to sit in his courtyard and control the area, at least his safety will be much better.

The Ten Thousand Mountains are an excellent testing ground!

Upgrading supernatural skills while farming luck points – nothing could be more perfect!
That place must be in complete chaos now. Given the coverage and destructive power of that interface passage, and its location in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, it's estimated that several holy races have been affected, and even their ancestral lands may have been wiped out.

The spatial passage was breached in the great battle a few days ago, and the impact is estimated to have covered an even larger area.

Anyway, Chen Yuan hadn't heard any news about these demons during this period.

With this in mind, he took it to heart and decided to use his Heavenly Eye to try and find those big guys.

After thinking it over, Chen Yuan looked up at the sky. The sky was grayish-blue with a hint of white in the east; it was almost dawn.

The Yang God transformed directly into a golden light and disappeared into the inner room.

Before long, the east began to lighten with the first rays of dawn, piercing through the clouds and spreading a pale gold hue across the roof tiles of the small courtyard. Bamboo shadows leaned against the white wall, like faint traces of ink spread by a brush. With the gentle morning breeze, the bamboo shadows stretched their limbs on the wall, weaving a swaying net on the ground. In an instant, the light and shadow throughout the courtyard came alive.

"squeak"

The door to the inner room was also opened.

As the first rays of dawn illuminated the earth in the east, tens of thousands of miles to the west, a majestic pass was still shrouded in mist.
The dark blue city wall revealed only half its outline in the fog, its crenellations jagged like the fangs of a giant beast. The foundation was deeply embedded in the churning white steam, as if it had risen from the ground. The bricks were covered in a bloody hue mixed with bits of flesh, gleaming with a cold, rusty light in the fog. The broken bricks were jagged and jagged, with eerie scales embedded in the cracks.

A tattered flag hung from the eaves of the city gate tower, its strips of cloth drooping listlessly in the mist. The flagpole was covered with deep, dense knife marks that revealed the wood. The entire pass was quiet, except for the whistling sound of the wind passing through the arrow slits.

From the depths of the city, a low and mysterious melody rose, like someone playing a sheng (a type of Chinese mouth organ), or like a woman's soft, melodious singing, beautiful and ethereal, its origin unknown.

The city exuded a unique tranquility, seemingly still immersed in the night.

All the way to the outside of the West Gate, in the thick fog, came the sound of "ding-a-ling".

Then, as if an invisible hand had parted the fog, a monk emerged from it!
The man walked barefoot on the slippery, blood-stained city road, yet a faint golden light emanated from where he stepped, making the bloodstains in the cracks between the bricks appear even more vivid. His robe was faded from washing, and the golden tin staff he held in his left hand tapped the ground at an angle, the copper ring at the top of the staff jingling. With each step he took, wisps of mist rose from the staff and condensed into translucent lotus flowers around him.

The monk had fair skin, was young and handsome, even somewhat eerily handsome, but his face had the compassionate look one would expect from a Buddhist temple.

Seemingly having weathered many storms, the monk's eyelashes were glistening with dew, his cloak billowing in the wind and moonlight.

When the monk stood still, his star-like eyes lifted and looked at the blood-stained city gate. A drop of dew fell from between his brows and landed in the bloody mud at his feet.

In an instant, it transformed into a tiny lotus flower, then merged into the mist. A gentle breeze rose from behind it, blowing forward and sweeping across the majestic pass that had witnessed too many battles.

As the fog dissipated, a stone plaque hung crookedly on the city gate tower, bearing the three imposing characters "Zhenmoguan" (Demon Suppression Pass).

This place is the first fortress guarding the Eight Demon Kingdoms!

only,..
"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist chant rang out!
The sound wasn't loud, but it was carried by the breeze into the Demon-Suppressing Pass, creating a series of echoes.

In an instant, the quiet city suddenly erupted into a boiling cauldron.

Screeching sounds, roars, and the whooshing of air filled the air in succession.

It was as if the sleeping creatures in the city had been startled awake.

The fog that had blown into the city lashed back, and dark figures, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, rapidly approached the monk through the fog!
The young monk's eyes showed neither sorrow nor joy, and he slammed his staff to the ground.

"Boom"

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the surging fog suddenly stopped.

A translucent white lotus bloomed around the monk, its petals transforming into a shower of flowers.

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

In the mist, one after another, bewitching blood flowers bloomed.

At that moment, the monk raised his hand forward.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-red mist surged back like an air cannon, directly impacting the city gate tower.

"boom"

A loud explosion rang out, sending rocks flying everywhere.

A huge gap was blasted open in the city gate tower, which was tens of meters high, and it was shaped like a handprint!

Then, Monk Ran, holding his staff, walked step by step toward the city gate.

The thick fog in the city seemed to come alive, gathering in the sky to form enormous faces.

Some have ferocious faces, exposed fangs, and bloodshot eyes, revealing their ferocity and cruelty;

Some have graceful figures and beautiful faces, but their eyes hide sharpness and ruthlessness;

Some clouds condensed and bloomed with rosy light, and beautiful singing came from the sky, as if a celestial maiden was holding a pipa.

Some have human faces and bird beaks, with flashes of golden light and huge, outstretched wings that seem to cover the sky.
Some have voices like mysterious heavenly sounds, some have ferocious faces, and some are radiant with rosy light, with clouds dancing around them; their appearances are varied and their scenes are colorful.

A series of sounds appeared along with these large faces, like roaring thunder.

"You bald monks from the West, have you finally lost your patience?"

"We finally conquered the human pass with great difficulty, and now you want to reap the rewards?"

“You use the blood of our people to promote your bullshit Buddhism in front of the world. I really want to tear your faces apart.”

"Damn bald monk, that staff in your hand was forged from the dragon bones of my Dragon Clan. Which Arhat of Mount Sumeru are you?"

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A series of angry shouts rang out, each one deafening. Pairs of eyes stared at the young monk who had entered the city, filled with vigilance, apprehension, anger, and a deep-seated fear.

The Arhats of the West descended Mount Sumeru!
This is a major earthquake!
The monk, dressed in a white robe, moved with incredible speed, his steps covering several meters, lotus flowers carpeting the ground. Facing several powerful demons from the Eight Legions, his expression remained calm and composed. He held one hand above his chest, a string of prayer beads hanging in his palm.
"Amitabha,"

"All phenomena are illusory. You are the Dharma protectors of the eight classes, who have protected the Dharma for generations. Now, taking advantage of the time when the Dharma is in decline, demons are disguised as monks and are corrupting the Dharma, you have come out of the mountains to cause chaos and bring disaster to sentient beings."

"Good, good, good!"

"I am going to cross the sea to the east and need a mount to replace my legs. For the sake of this matter, which of you is willing to go?"

The monk's Buddhist chants were vast and resonant, filling the void with their sounds. The great faces in the sky changed color, and the clouds seemed about to dissipate.

With each step the Arhat took forward, the enormous faces in the sky involuntarily retreated, until finally, a single sentence from the Arhat enraged the demons.
"We offer music to the Three Jewels, yet we become your mounts! What kind of bullshit karmic connection is this!"

"Aren't all the golden bricks in your Mount Sumeru Buddhist temples made up of the blood and bones of our tribe?"

"Go together!"

"Once our clan's venerable one emerges from the mountain, we will surely march into Mount Sumeru."

In an instant, the heavens and earth roared and thundered, the mist howled, and one after another, magnificent Dharma images soared into the sky.

The dragons have long, winding bodies, resembling the flowing waters of a river. Their scales shimmer with iridescent light, their heads resemble majestic lions, and their whiskers are flowing. Their eyes are deep and mysterious, and clouds automatically gather around them.

There was a Yaksha like a mountain giant, with bulging muscles, bluish-black skin, a ferocious face, exposed fangs, and bloodshot eyes that revealed its ferocity and cruelty, like a mountain.

A person with a graceful figure, delicate features, and lively and spirited eyes held a huge pipa in their hand, which shone with a dazzling light. With a flick of their fingers, the music was melodious and beautiful, yet it reverberated through the void and caused ripples in space. This was a Gandharva!

Then came a sharp, eerie shriek. A Garuda, enormous in size, spread its wings, blotting out the sky. Its feathers shimmered with golden light, as hard as steel, each feather seemingly containing boundless power. A massive wish-fulfilling pearl adorned its head, radiating dazzling, multicolored light. This Garuda possessed eyes as sharp as an eagle's, its aura extremely imposing. With a flap of its wings, golden light rained down, and streaks of golden swords slashed down, tearing through the void.

Among them were Asuras, extremely ugly in appearance, tall and robust like a towering mountain, with three heads and six arms. Each head was ferocious, with fangs bared in its mouth. Their six arms were thick and powerful, each wielding a different weapon, the weapons gleaming with a chilling light, as if capable of slicing through anything in the world. Their skin was rough and dark red, as if soaked in blood, and covered with black patterns, resembling ancient, mysterious runes. Their six hands moved wildly, slamming towards the Arhats on the ground.

Five of the eight demonic factions unleashed their immense power, joining forces to attack! (End of Chapter)