Witch Wind

Chapter 393 I am Ran Min (Part 2)

Xing Tianli accepted the precious pearl and took the ball of light.

He raised his head, bowed in reverence towards a certain direction, and performed the ritual with meticulous care.

Standing up, Xing Tianli looked at Luo Luoqi, whose face was disheveled and whose eyes were unfocused and almost crazed. He weighed the pearl in his hand, which was now light and airy as if it were nothing, and smiled, "It seems that you are of no use now."

"The Feathered Poison Clan, huh? Very well." Xing Tianli laughed. "Perhaps we will meet in the future? But you will not live to see that day... I must say, your clan is truly disgusting."

With a cold laugh, Xing Tianli swung the Qingping Sword and pierced Luo Luoqi's forehead with it.

The seventy-two Great Yaksha Venerables were tearing at Luo Luoqi, but only to seize his blood and flesh essence to help these Great Yaksha Venerables improve their cultivation.

However, since there was food sent by their own ancestor, the quantity of which far exceeded that of Luo Luoqi's frail little body by trillions of times, and even the quality of which was much better than that of Luo Luoqi, the weakest little mayfly.

With a delicious peach right in front of you, who would bother to bite into this rotten apple?

As the Qingping Sword pierced his body, Luo Luoqi's body stiffened abruptly. He roared hoarsely, "It's useless! You're just a mere Great Luo Immortal, you can't possibly kill me, you..."

Thunderclouds surged in the void.

A huge, blurry face, conforming to the aesthetics of the Miao people of Kyushu, appeared in the thick clouds.

Luo Luoqi looked up in horror. In that instant, his gaze traversed hundreds of millions of miles to see a face above the deep pit, almost touching its rim. He screamed in agony, "How could you possibly awaken? No, you've changed..."

A violent bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck the Qingping Sword fiercely.

A terrifying surge of electricity, the Heavenly Tribulation lightning, swept through the entire world's will of Heaven, flooding into Luo Luoqi's body, destroying all the vitality in his body, and striking his immortal soul fiercely.

Even so, Luo Luoqi's body was still trembling, and his immortal soul was still stubbornly resisting the attack of the heavenly tribulation lightning.

Then, the second and third bolts of lightning continued to fall.

Even though the Heavenly Dao of this world had been melted down by Xing Tianli, it still remembered the culprit who had ambushed it from behind, severely damaged the origin of the entire world, and ultimately caused chaos.

Xing Tianli continued to urge the Qingping Sword, countless sword beams raining down like a storm, relentlessly bombarding Luo Luoqi's immortal soul, which he couldn't dodge at all. Finally, with a 'poof,' Luo Luoqi's immortal soul exploded into dust.

With a single roll of the Heavenly Spirit Banner, the precious pearl and the fragments of Luo Luoqi's immortal soul were all swept up by the banner.

The seventy-two Great Yakshas rushed back to the Heavenly Spirit Banner and crashed into the precious pearl—the pearl sank into the Pool of Death. All the Great Yakshas quickly entered the pool, one after another, surrounding the pearl.

From the divine pool, wisps of crimson light flowed continuously, soaking into the bodies of these great yakshas and nourishing their souls.

The great yakshas grinned from ear to ear, every pore on their bodies opening wide as they frantically devoured the incredibly high-grade flesh and soul essence. The Death Pool also released its most concentrated aura of death, aiding the great yakshas in absorbing the essence, growing stronger, and evolving little by little.

'Boom'!
Luo Luoqi's mangled body completely disintegrated, exploding into countless fragments that vanished into nothingness.

Xing Tianli spewed out a demon-subduing divine flame, burning his lifeless body remnants into ashes, and then had the heavenly tribulation lightning strike him a dozen times... After the ashes were enveloped by countless bolts of lightning and had no more breath, Xing Tianli casually tossed this clump of ashes through the still-open world gate to the location of the World Mother Tree.

Well, if some terrifying supreme being could follow the scent of Rorochi's ashes and ash—I wonder what his expression would be when he discovers that he is facing a being as terrifying as the World Mother Tree.

The World Mother Tree closed the World Gate, and in her anxiety, she hurriedly melted the large piece of gold given to her by the Tongtian Daoist into her precious mirror.

Xing Tianli stroked the ball of light in his hand, which contained a small world within it, and took out three drops of the life essence liquid that the World Mother Tree had extracted from its own heart, swallowing them in one gulp.

Having just received a boost to his physical functions from the Buddha's light of the two great saints, Xing Tianli's body had benefited greatly, but the consumption was also quite astonishing. Now, his intestines were churning with a thunderous sound.

He then took out three more pills of his life essence and casually tossed them into the mouths of the three women, including Liu Jing.

The three women, Liu Jing and her companions, let out a muffled groan, their bodies swaying and their faces flushed red, as if they were drunk. They collapsed to the ground with a thud. Helpless, Xing Tianli swept his sleeves and helped the three of them up. With a stomp of his foot, he transformed into a golden light and soared into the sky.

Below him, the deep pit slowly undulated.

The face formed by the Heavenly Dao slowly dissipated, the deep pit disappeared, and an extremely steep mountain rose from the ground. One after another, extremely majestic mountain ranges slowly grew outwards—this is what this world should look like. The center of any world should be the most majestic holy mountain. When have you ever seen the center of a world that is a hole?
The world isn't a person, so what use is a belly button?

outer space.

Three floating continents, each hundreds of millions of miles in diameter, are being driven by an array to gradually approach a point in the void.

At the core of the three continents stand three temples, with towering pagodas spewing out boundless auspicious light, activating the grand array within the continents, releasing immense power, and propelling the three continents slowly forward.

It's funny.

The Winged People slaughtered the Ten Thousand Buddha Thunderclap Temple, fabricated all sorts of lies to deceive the descendants of the Nine Provinces, even fooling the lowest winged people. In their mouths, Buddhist cultivators were the greatest demons in the world!

However, the three floating continents, which served as the capitals of the three great dynasties, contained arrays and the core hubs controlling these arrays—the three ancient temples—all treasures built by monks.

The Winged People invaded three continents and built three great dynasties based on them as the core of their rule. They wanted to erase all traces left by the Buddhist cultivators, but they dared not even touch a single brick or tile of the three ancient temples that were the hubs of the array, for fear of damaging the great array. They had no ability to repair or maintain them.

It's absurd, it's truly ridiculous.

Sima Guang, along with a group of fellow disciples who had been in hiding for many years, led a large number of followers and took over these three continents.

Sima Guang had even changed into the Buddhist robe given to him by Xing Tianli, shaved his head, and put on a few ordination scars, becoming a proper monk. He had made up his mind that in this life, he would never reincarnate, accumulate magical power, secretly get married and have children, or secretly teach Buddhism to his relatives.

He wanted to be a respectable and upright monk.

He stood in front of an ancient temple, his hands clasped together, quietly watching a group of young monks busily removing the thick layer of green gauze that covered the plaque above the temple gate.

The winged people were such cowards. They dared not damage a single brick or tile of the three ancient temples, and they didn't even dare to move the plaque on the mountain gate. They simply used a piece of green gauze to completely cover up the gilded 'Dragon and Elephant' temple name.

The green veil was removed, and a young monk blew hard, causing the dust on the gilded characters to scatter with a "poof," instantly revealing the glittering gold. Sima Kuang's tears immediately streamed down his face.

Once upon a time, he was a young novice monk in the scripture pavilion of Longxiang Temple.

He still remembered that at that time, Longxiang Temple was the most profound in Buddhist teachings, the strongest in strength, and the most courageous and diligent among the many branch temples of Wanfo Leiyin Temple. Wanfo Leiyin Temple ranked its branch temples, with nine branch temples known as the "Three Dragons," "Three Elephants," and "Three Lions," representing the strongest overall strength.

Longxiang Temple ranked first among the nine major subordinate temples, exclusively possessing the characters "Longxiang" and "Longxiang"—at that time, the abbot of Longxiang Temple said that "Lion" was too weak and he did not bother to leave the character "Lion" on his own temple gate.

These words also provoked the fury of the Three Lions Chief. The Dragon Elephant Chief alone struck the Three Lions Chief with a single blow, leaving him with a bloody head and completely solidifying the prestige of the 'Head of the Nine Academies'.

Back then, the Longxiang Temple alone had tens of millions of disciples and hundreds of millions of outer protectors. With their boundless faith and spiritual power, the courageous and diligent Longxiang chief even left this world to explore and train in the chaos.

In a sense, although his strength is far from sufficient, the Dragon Elephant Chief already possesses some of the qualities of a 'maw'.

Back then, Sima Guang... through countless reincarnations, he still remembered his somewhat embarrassing Buddhist name—cough, who told him to have such an unorthodox master? The head monk of the Sutra Repository, that lazy old monk, hey, when he took Sima Guang in, a sparrow flew across the sky, and by sheer coincidence, a bird dropping landed on Sima Guang's freshly shaved head.

Sima Guang's Buddhist name...

What unbearable memories those were!

This lazy old monk, when those vicious winged people stormed the Sutra Repository, suddenly unleashed his Taiyi-level cultivation, killing countless winged people and casually transmitting Buddhist teachings to Sima Guang. Sima Guang only remembered the old monk's last words, spitting blood: "Little bald thief, live on... The lineage of Wanfo Leiyin Temple must not be broken... The legacy of Longxiang Temple must not be extinguished!"

Thus, Sima Guang, like a chubby groundhog, used every means to survive.

Yes, he groveled before the winged people.

He fawned over the winged people.

Faced with those corrupt officials in Kyushu, he deceived his superiors and subordinates, forming cliques and engaging in corrupt practices.

He used every means at his own wife, children, and elderly parents.

Through countless reincarnations, he gradually accumulated cultivation, enduring immense pressure from the winged people, living a life as precarious as walking on thin ice, like a dog.

I thought I would never have the chance to get revenge in this lifetime.

What I didn’t expect was…

Suddenly, a crack only a dozen feet long appeared above Sima Guang's head, filled with boundless blood. A figure darted out of the crack... no, he was struck so hard that he fell from the crack.

With a deafening roar, the tallest pagoda in the center of Longxiang Temple was shattered by the figure's attack. The entire continent trembled violently, mountains collapsed, and rivers stopped flowing. The figure had actually pierced through the continent.

It was like a bullet piercing through a pancake.

A transparent hole was punched in the very center of the continent.

Countless fine cracks spread out of the hole, accompanied by cracking sounds, and rapidly spread in all directions.

Across the continent, countless large formations hidden deep underground were shaken and continuously cracked. The formations collapsed, and the internal forces surged, as if countless bombs had exploded deep underground.

The earth trembled, the ground cracked, and deep valleys kept emerging.

The continent trembled slightly, and surging earth forces rushed towards the hole that had been created, spewing out large amounts of magma that quickly sealed the hole completely.

Sima Guang and several fellow disciples who had also reincarnated a hundred times and were all from the lower temple of Wanfo Leiyin Temple rushed over as if their pants were on fire. Rays of Buddhist light were scattered, the magma cooled rapidly, and the collapsing continent quickly stabilized.

"Buddha, well, well done... This old monk... ah, bah, I am not well done at all!" Immersed in his thoughts of the past, Sima Guang rolled up his sleeves and roared in a fit of rage, "Get that bastard out here... Damn it, Longxiang Temple!"

Sima Guang burst into tears.

The Longxiang Temple, which has just received payment, has already made plans to integrate the three lower temples of the "Three Dragons" into one, rebuild the lineage of the "Ten Thousand Buddha Thunder Sound Temple" on these three floating continents, continue the Buddhist Dharma lineage, recruit more disciples, and glorify Buddhism.

Well, that's terrible. The most important core pagoda of Ryusei-ji Temple, one of the nine major lower temples, has actually been smashed.

A large number of the nearby halls and pavilions were also destroyed by the earthquake!

What was shattered was not just some palace buildings, but also Sima Guang's memories, his youth, and the softest, most precious little piece of pure land in his heart.

With his sleeves rolled up, Sima Guang and a group of monks, furious and shouting, quickly set off on clouds.

They bypassed the continent and, on its opposite side, about ten million miles away, found the man coughing up blood in the void. His clothes and armor were completely shredded; only a few tattered pieces of cloth and two fragments of armor, barely the size of a large bowl, could cover his private parts.

Sima Guang roared and charged forward, throwing a punch at the man without thinking twice.

He left very quickly and returned even faster.

With a muffled thud, the Buddhist kasaya on Sima Guang's body suddenly exploded into countless golden sparks. This Great Luo-level kasaya was almost shattered in one blow. The kasaya trembled, emitting a tearing sound as it struggled to withstand the pressure, and dragged Sima Guang backward rapidly.

Even with the Buddhist cassock protecting him, Sima Guang was still struck by a tremendous force that penetrated the cassock and slammed into his round belly. His internal organs shattered, and blood spurted from his body. Sima Guang coughed up mouthfuls of blood and hurriedly pulled out several innate spiritual herbs that he had plundered from the treasury of the Winged Human Emperor's Palace, swallowing them in large gulps.

Sima Guang had just swallowed two spiritual herbs when everything suddenly went dark before his eyes. The man who had nearly killed him with a punch and almost destroyed his cassock and Buddhist treasures suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You bald thief, give it to me." The man made his move, and before Sima Guang could even see what he was doing, the purple-gold alms bowl with the ability to store things in his hand was snatched away by the man. It was truly speechless. The winged people were committing acts of destroying Buddhism, wantonly distorting and insulting the existence of Buddhism.

Unfortunately, they themselves lacked the ability to craft magical artifacts.

This purple-gold alms bowl was regarded as a symbol of power by the emperor of the Dark Cloud Dynasty, who held it solemnly in his hands every day when he went to court to govern.

After all, this is a Great Luo Buddha Treasure that not only has the ability to store things, but also has the ability to capture demons and has extremely strong sealing power!

The man casually reached into the alms bowl. Inside, a chilling golden light surged, and a large amount of lightning struck his palm. The man's palm was unharmed. He pulled out a large amount of innate spiritual herbs from the bowl, opened his mouth, and swallowed them in large gulps.

Sima Guang hurriedly stepped back, and several of his fellow disciples rushed over, carefully protecting the still-bleeding Sima Guang behind them.

They stared intently, and this time they gasped in surprise. What a rugged and mighty man!
This man was not tall, standing only about eight feet tall, which in the cultivation world could only be described as unremarkable. His appearance was not handsome either, and he even had a somewhat barbaric and rugged air, with high brow bones, a high nose bridge, and a large mouth that was tightly pursed, the corners of his mouth curving into extremely cold and sharp lines.

His eyes were narrowed, and a bloodthirsty glint flashed in them.

His body was covered with muscles riddled with scars.

His joints, all the joints in his body, especially his elbows, wrists, shoulder blades, knees, ankles, and even the back of his neck, were all protruding, with jagged edges and a menacing aura.

The rest of his body was covered with bulging muscles and tendons, protruding high from under his skin, exuding a wild and primal power.

This person gave the impression of a battle sword that had been through countless deadly battles and was now chipped and dented all over.

Countless people have already been slaughtered.

I'm so tired I feel like I'm about to break.

But as long as it hasn't been truly and completely broken, this sword will struggle to return to the battlefield, struggle to raise its own edge, and fiercely slash at all enemies that can be killed and slaughtered!
I ran into this guy.

You'd better stand behind him, not in front of him.

I stood behind him because this man gave the impression that he would never stand behind anyone; he would always stand at the very front, chest out, to meet the first sword that the enemy swung down, the first spear that thrust at him, and the first arrow that shot at him!

"Who are you?" Sima Guang finally came to his senses. He remembered that this guy did not come to this world in a proper way. He was violently blasted out from a spatial rift that suddenly appeared.

The man was breathing heavily.

He swallowed handfuls of spiritual medicine, and the terrible wounds on his body, which were deep enough to reach his bones and almost broke them, began to wriggle and repair themselves rapidly.

By the time he had consumed all the innate spiritual medicines in the alms bowl, all his external injuries had healed.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his bloodshot eyes staring straight at Sima Guang: "Damn it, Ran Min, what kind of hell place is this again?"

(End of this chapter)