Witch Wind

Chapter 380 The Three Great Dynasties (Part 1)

Xing Tianli remained silent.

The past of Wanfo Leiyin Temple left him speechless.

No wonder, in the Black Abyss, the little monk who was only a head was still muttering that one should not be compassionate.

No wonder he personally forged such a brutal blood-stained blade.

No one knows how he got to the Abyss.

Perhaps he wanted to ask the Heavenly Calculator to avenge the masters of the Ten Thousand Buddha Thunder Sound Temple? Compared to these old monks at the Taiyi Peak and Great Peak realms, a young monk at the Golden Immortal level would probably be a disciple or grand-disciple of less than a hundred generations, according to the normal cultivation speed of cultivators.

Xing Tianli wandered around the Wanfo Leiyin Temple.

Nothing is left.

These Buddhist cultivators were quite resolute; they left nothing for the winged people. Perhaps they had long anticipated that after the Ten Thousand Buddha Thunder Sound Temple vanished into the void, many years later, the temple, with its protective array destroyed, would return to the normal space and be found by these winged people.

They simply destroyed everything.

The scriptures in the Scripture Pavilion, the elixirs in the Pharmacist Academy, even the few spiritual roots on the front mountain and the spiritual herbs in the herb fields on the back mountain, were all completely destroyed by them. As for the relics that were left behind, well, the Winged People are fundamentally incompatible with the Buddhist path. If they dared to absorb these relics that contained extremely deep resentment, it would be no different from taking poison.

After pondering for a moment, Xing Tianli selected a few large, round relics with abundant Buddhist power from the relics left behind at the peak of Taiyi Mountain, made rubbings of them, and then put these relics back in their original positions.

Yes, then we'll have a continuous supply of relics to use from now on.

This treasure is an excellent item, whether used as a material for refining weapons or for trading with certain natives.

Now that Xing Tianli has reached his current level, with sufficient cultivation and a profound and sophisticated understanding of the Great Dao, he has become increasingly aware of the terrifying power of the 'Manipulating Creation' divine ability.

Wow, all things in heaven and earth can be created out of thin air.

What unparalleled wisdom!

Xing Tianli rubbed his hands together, and with a "whoosh," countless relics the size of chicken eggs, radiating Buddhist light and possessing immense Buddhist power, fell from his palms like a waterfall. Compared to the relics left behind by genuine Buddhist cultivators, his own relics lacked a trace of "spirituality," but the Buddhist charm and power they contained were no less than superior.

Furthermore, if these relics lacking 'spirituality' are used for cultivation, they are spared the trouble of interference from 'residual Buddhist consciousness,' and their use value and trading value will only be higher.

Once Xing Tianli's cultivation level increases again and his "Manipulating Creation" supernatural power advances once more, then creating a truly "spiritual" relic will be a natural outcome—there is no treasure that cannot be replicated by the "Manipulating Creation" supernatural power; if there is, it's only because the user's cultivation level is too low.

My mind is brimming with endless brilliant ideas.

Xing Tianli casually tossed these relics he had created to Liulu and the others, letting them divide them up and play with them.

None of us are Buddhist practitioners, so using them for cultivation is not feasible. However, relics are excellent treasures for protecting oneself and defending against various evil spirits, ghosts, vengeful spirits, powerful demons, and evil beings.

If a relic of the highest level of Taiyi Golden Immortal is activated and used to strike evil demons and heretics, its power will be much greater than that of divine lightning of the highest level of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

It's a really good treasure.

Back at the gates of the Ten Thousand Buddha Thunderclap Temple, both sides' lines had collapsed. Large groups of winged people were falling as rotting flesh, their cries of agony echoing everywhere. A Golden Immortal-level winged person appeared, cursing hoarsely, "It's the vicious tricks left behind by those dead monks... Quick, bring over your people skilled in poison!"

Further away, even larger warships appeared, horns blaring, war drums booming, and countless lean, heavily armored cultivators from the Nine Provinces stood on the decks, their shouts like thunder. Auras of Taiyi-level, and even Daluo-level, emanated from those warships.

Clearly, the armies that had previously fought for the Wanfo Leiyin Temple were only the vanguard; the main forces of both sides were only now appearing.

Before long, a group of imperial winged people with pale gold wings appeared.

Three winged beings from each side emerged, their auras powerful. When they hovered in the void, the space within a hundred miles around them completely solidified. Strands of black light swirled around them, condensing into flying swords that crisscrossed and cut through the void with ear-piercing sounds.

There were a total of six Great Luo Immortals on both sides, and the unorthodox techniques they practiced were actually from the same school of cultivation!
The Demonic Path: The Soul-Capturing Technique of Dark Light.

The more living beings one kills and the more souls one devours, the stronger one's own cultivation becomes, and the easier it is to comprehend the Great Dao and understand the laws—in fact, the wisdom and talent of the living beings one kills will be plundered by the cultivator, allowing one's own endowment to be improved without limit!
Aside from the potential for developing inner demons, causing mental breakdowns, and leading to erratic and unrecognizable behavior towards family and friends, this technique has no weaknesses.

To cultivate to the Great Luo realm using this technique, each of these six Winged Human Emperor Clan experts would have at least hundreds of millions of lives on their hands. In this world, the Winged Humans don't seem to have the spirit of exploration to travel and open up new worlds. Where would they find so many living beings to kill for their cultivation?

Xing Tianli looked at the Kyushu body cultivators lined up on the deck, each one emaciated yet clad in heavy armor. These unfortunate fellows, their body cultivation techniques are quite strange!

Their combat strength is not great.

It seems that all the nutrients in their bodies are concentrated in their flesh and blood.

In other words, if they die in battle, their blood and essence will be exceptionally nutritious; their bones and flesh, when ground into powder, will enrich the soil even more.

Their divine souls were also far more powerful than their own combat strength and cultivation level.

This is more than ten times greater than the norm.

Such a powerful divine soul is confined within the physical body and cannot be released at all—such a divine soul is undoubtedly a ripe fruit, ready to be harvested by these high-ranking winged people.

Moreover, these cultivators from the Nine Provinces all had blank expressions, and their eyes gleamed with the murky light characteristic of 'illiterate'.

They may not have ever been to school.

Because they haven't read many books and have received little education, they are simple-minded and don't overthink things.

Such a soul is exceptionally 'pure', and no matter how much it kills or devours, the burden on the Dark Light Soul-Seizing Demon Art will be negligible.

Six Great Luo Immortals soared into the air, their bodies enveloped in swirling black light. The poisonous venom emitted from their banners hissed upon contact with this black light, and faint blood-red smoke filled the air. This poisonous venom did not harm these winged Great Luo Immortals in the slightest.

A powerful monk pointed, and a wisp of blood-red smoke was drawn towards him. He sniffed the smoke lightly and sneered, "These damned monks, all hypocritical and sanctimonious, actually know how to use poison... Ha, just how many good things are they hiding that they haven't taught us?"

On the opposing side, a Grand Luo cultivator chuckled repeatedly: "Isn't that right? They actually said that we, the darlings of heaven and earth, are unable to cultivate Buddhism... They only passed on to us demonic and heretical arts... It's simply outrageous."

“Our race is the essence of heaven and earth, the favored prodigies of heaven and earth… How can those lowly races of the Nine Provinces learn the Buddhist teachings that we cannot? The old monk is unjust, he deserves to have his sect destroyed, he deserves it!”

The six great monks were clearly enemies, but when the monks of Wanfo Leiyin Temple were mentioned, they all became furious and began to curse.

At the same time, silver-winged Taiyi winged beings took to the air, holding gourds of various colors, releasing dense, fine mists towards the battlefield. Hissing sounds filled the air, and a rich aroma of herbs permeated the vicinity. The winged beings' specially crafted antidote effortlessly neutralized the witchcraft released by Liu Jing.

Liu Jing's eyes widened, his hands forming a seal in anger, ready to unleash an even more powerful voodoo to test his strength against these winged people. Xing Tianli shook his head, pressed down on Liu Jing's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Forget it, there's no rush to determine who's better than them... Hmm, let's go down there first... I have something to discuss."

When the Winged People destroyed the Ten Thousand Buddha Thunder Sound Temple, 1,200 Great Luo Immortals appeared.

Their entire clan practiced unorthodox and unorthodox arts, and their progress in cultivation was astonishing. Over the years, their clan has multiplied and grown. Heaven knows how many Great Luo Immortals and how many Great Luo Immortals are currently in their clan.

In fact, it's quite possible that some of them might even be at the quasi-saint level.

Xing Tianli was confident that he could go toe-to-toe with the quasi-saints of the winged people—after all, his physical strength alone had reached the passing grade of quasi-saint body cultivation, and he was not weak even among quasi-saints, not to mention his supernatural powers and spells.

But once a fight breaks out, when the winged people discover that powerful experts descended from the Nine Provinces, who knows what they will do.

Perhaps they will frantically harvest the descendants of Kyushu to drive their own cultivation levels to skyrocket?
That's not good, it's very bad.

Xing Tianli couldn't just stand by and watch these people of the Nine Provinces be slaughtered... Shouldn't he try to minimize the casualties among the Nine Provinces people as much as possible? This requires careful planning.

Xing Tianli gave some instructions.

Overjoyed, Liu Jing dragged Liu Luan and Liu Xing to the Wanfo Leiyin Temple, where they sprinkled massive amounts of voodoo poison throughout the important halls and pavilions. Having collected the essence blood of fallen winged people on the battlefield, Liu Jing, whose cultivation had greatly improved, had already concocted a special purgative specifically targeting the winged bloodline.

After performing his actions, Xing Tianli used his invisibility technique and quietly led everyone away through the back gate of Wanfo Leiyin Temple.

At the front gate, the six Great Luo Immortals were already engaged in fierce combat. Flying swords formed from countless dark lights crisscrossed the sky. When they collided with each other, they emitted a deep, continuous sound, like a soul-snatching demonic chant, which shook countless body cultivators and winged cultivators from all directions to the ground.

The six individuals possessed extremely high cultivation levels, but their supernatural abilities and methods were quite limited.

They simply released their own magic, condensing it into flying swords that crashed wildly through the sky.

This seems to be the most common oversight of demonic cultivators who follow the right path—they excessively pursue the speed of cultivation, the abundance of magical power, and the rapid advancement of their cultivation, but often neglect other essential qualities of a cultivator.

Xing Tianli shook his head at the sight.

Six mighty Great Luo Immortals, yet they don't even possess a single suitable Great Luo Immortal Sword. The Dark Light Soul-Seizing Demonic Art is a technique similar to the one recorded in the *Great Dao Eye*. If they had a Great Luo Flying Sword with compatible attributes, the destructive power of these six Great Luo Immortals would increase at least a hundredfold!
Why be so foolish as to clash with pure magic power?
Is it that these guys didn't learn it, or are they just lazy?
The group quietly left Wanfo Leiyin Temple. Before leaving, Xing Tianli pondered for a long time and finally took away all the bones and relics left by the monks. He used his supernatural powers to make some fake copies and left them on the spot.

We cannot allow those winged people who entered the Ten Thousand Buddha Thunder Sound Temple to gain nothing and instead suffer serious injuries to completely destroy the monks' relics in their anger and shame.

Once things have calmed down, let's rebuild the Ten Thousand Buddha Thunder Sound Temple in this very world, and construct a pagoda forest so that the legacy of these great monks can be worshipped by future generations of young monks in the pagoda forest!

The group left the Wanfo Leiyin Temple and quickly headed towards the continent below.

After traveling for some time, a large fleet of giant ships roared in from behind a star ahead. On the three leading ships, each a thousand miles long, hundreds of auras of the Great Luo Realm soared into the sky, condensing into various demonic illusions such as dark light, black mist, yin wind, and ghost fire. The eerie and malevolent aura filled the air, causing the nearby stars to shake continuously.

This group of giant ships numbered over ten thousand, and the flags they flew were clearly different from those of the winged human fleets of the previous two factions.

Xing Tianli nodded slowly: "So, these are the three major factions?"

With a deafening boom, the war drums thundered, and from the side, a smaller fleet, but still consisting of several hundred giant ships, suddenly burst out and blocked the path of the massive fleet.

Within this fleet of hundreds of warships, seven or eight Grand Luo Immortals soared into the air and charged towards the fleet: "You traitors of Dark Cloud, stop! You bastards, do you want to start a national war? How dare you trespass into the territory of my Nightmare Cloud Dynasty, and even venture this far!"

Within the Dark Cloud Fleet, dozens of Grand Luo Immortals took to the air. One of them, with golden wings, shouted sternly, "Shut up! You Nightmare Cloud and Jade Cloud, do you want to monopolize the treasures of the Ten Thousand Buddha Thunder Sound Temple? Absolutely not! You must know that if it weren't for me, the Dark Cloud Emperor, finding the remains of the Creation Ancestor and extracting the 'Void Poison' from them, how could those thieving monks have possibly been executed?"

"I, An Yun, am the greatest contributor to our Winged Race's victory over the enemy and our reclaiming of control over the world!"

"More than half of the benefits of this Ten Thousand Buddha Thunder Sound Temple will belong to us. You useless people from Nightmare Cloud and Chill Cloud, a little bit of profit will be enough for you!"

Will-o'-the-wisps soared into the sky, a chilling wind blew, and a soul-snatching, demonic sound echoed through the void. Long banners made of human skin swayed wildly in the air, and eerie, malevolent lights swept across the void, captivating the soul...

The two sides disagreed and started fighting.

However, the winged Great Luo cultivators of the Nightmare Cloud Dynasty were clearly outnumbered. In just one exchange, they were utterly defeated by an enemy force seven or eight times their size.

Suddenly, a ghostly fire flashed in the void, and the five Great Luo Immortals of the Nightmare Cloud Dynasty were burned to ashes in mid-air by a terrifying black ghostly fire.

This wasn't because the opposing Grand Luo suddenly unleashed some powerful divine ability, but rather because Xing Tianli opened a small gap in the Tongtian Yuling Banner, allowing a Grand Luo peak Grand Yaksha Venerable to unleash a "Netherworld Revolving Finger" towards these Grand Luos of the Nightmare Cloud Dynasty.

This is a supernatural power of the ghost path, extremely powerful, invisible and traceless. If you look closely, you can only see a wisp of black ghost fire flashing by, mixed in with the ghost fire and yin wind filling the sky, it is extremely inconspicuous.

The five Great Luo Immortals of the Nightmare Cloud Dynasty screamed in unison. Their chests and abdomens were burned to ashes, and a terrifying gravitational force clung to their wounds, like the gates of hell opened by hellish demons, constantly devouring their life force, trying to drag them into the eighteenth level of hell...

Using the peak of the Great Luo realm to ambush the early stage of the Great Luo realm... The Great Luo realm is the stage with the greatest difference in strength among the major levels of cultivators... The difference in strength between an ordinary early stage Great Luo realm cultivator and a peak Great Luo realm cultivator is at least 90,000 times, if not 100,000 times... Not to mention these Great Yaksha Venerables, who are inherently extremely powerful and have been transformed and nurtured by Xing Tianli using spiritual treasures!

Furthermore, the "Netherworld Wheel of Fingers" they unleashed even contained the primordial power of the Death God Pool from the Jackal-Headed Outer God.

That divine pool, its ultimate source, is 'death' itself!
Its destructive power is self-evident.

The five Great Luo Immortals only managed two miserable howls before their bodies were reduced to ashes.

Five celestial souls, their bodies shimmering with emerald light as if forged from green crystal, soared into the sky, cursing fiercely as they charged towards their own fleet behind them. However, on this battlefield, the enemy held an overwhelming numerical advantage. Even with their physical bodies intact, the five celestial souls were at a disadvantage; now, reduced to mere celestial souls, how could they possibly escape?
Behind them, a long banner made of dozens of human skins was rolled up. On the banners, blood-stained and eerie talismans were flashing wildly. Five immortal souls let out a miserable howl and were involuntarily sucked in.

Suddenly, half of the dozens of Grand Luo cultivators in the Dark Cloud Dynasty erupted into internal conflict. Dark light flashed and ghostly fire soared into the sky as they clashed with each other. Several Grand Luo cultivators coughed up blood and were forced back, while the five immortal souls fell into the hands of the two strongest Golden Feather Grand Luo cultivators who were about to enter the mid-stage of the Grand Luo realm.

Clearly, these were immortal souls of the same kind. The two Golden-Feathered Grand Luo Immortals grinned maliciously in unison, opened their mouths, and swallowed two and three immortal souls respectively. Their aura suddenly surged, and large golden runes surged on their wings, making the gold of their wings even more intense.

In the blink of an eye, two mid-stage Grand Luo were born.

They roared in unison, their wings flapped, and a chilling wind whipped up boundless ghostly fire. Leading dozens of their comrades, they slaughtered the remaining Grand Luo Immortals of the Nightmare Cloud Dynasty, devouring their immortal souls as well.

On the warships of the Nightmare Cloud Dynasty, numerous winged cultivators screamed and shrieked as they hastily formed a battle formation, launching a desperate counterattack against the Great Luo cultivators of the Nightmare Cloud Dynasty. However, of these Nightmare Cloud Dynasty cultivators, only about twenty Taiyi, nearly a hundred Golden Immortals, and less than a thousand Celestial Immortals remained.

They charged forward, and their entire army was wiped out.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Hundreds of warships from the Nightmare Cloud Dynasty immediately lowered their flags. Celestial Immortals, Golden Immortals, and Taiyi Immortals from the Dark Cloud Dynasty flew over and boarded these warships. Tens of millions of cultivators from the Nine Provinces knelt down in unison, shouting their surrender.

The banner of the new Dark Cloud Dynasty was raised, and this powerful fleet headed straight for the direction of the Ten Thousand Buddha Thunder Sound Temple.

(End of this chapter)