A master of comedy!

The mountain wind was bleak, and the murderous aura gradually dissipated.

At this moment, all the surviving Longhua followers were looking at their holy maiden with awe.

Within the Holy Religion, there is a strong emphasis on the law of the jungle.

Why was the Buddha Mother able to suppress the dignified leader of the sect so much that he couldn't even raise his head, despite being a woman? It was all because of her astonishing cultivation level.

Now that Jinse has revealed her ruthless methods, she has immediately shocked all the followers, including even those from the leader's faction.

"Cough cough..."

Su Yulong barely managed to sit up. Zhou Sheng had struck him with a Heaven-Turning Seal, shattering his bones and destroying his dantian. He was still alive only because of his profound magical power, but he was barely clinging to life.

As if sensing his impending doom, he looked at Jinse, a glint of light in his eyes.

At that moment, he seemed to see no longer the saintess, but the Buddha Mother who had amazed him throughout his life, yet was always out of reach.

"As long as... Zhou Sheng wins, from now on... the Holy Church... will be yours..."

Jinse looked at him with a very complicated expression.

After joining the Holy Sect, Su Yulong treated her very well, which gave her some comfort after she was very disappointed after leaving the Zhou Family Troupe. Although she knew it was because of her master, she still regarded him as her uncle.

That is precisely why betrayal is especially hateful.

"Bringing in powerful allies to break the deadlock, punishing the ringleaders to establish authority, and showing the compassion to save countless lives in Luoyang, Jinse, perhaps you will be even more outstanding than her in the future, truly able to lead the brothers in the sect to overthrow the Great Xuan!"

At first, Su Yulong spoke haltingly, but the more he spoke, the more fluent he became, and even his complexion became much rosier.

This is not a recovery from the injury, but a temporary resurgence before death.

Zhou Sheng's Heaven-Turning Seal, although derived from his twelve supernatural powers, has been innovated and its power has increased by more than tenfold.

Even though he was a great cultivator who had survived four heavenly tribulations, he was still struck by the towering Kunlun Mountain. Instantly, his three flowers broke and his five energies dissipated, resulting not only in his death but also the annihilation of his Dao.

The golden core in his dantian was already full of cracks, and the primordial spirit in his purple palace was about to dissipate.

This is also why Zhou Sheng ignored him after injuring him; he knew in his heart that Su Yulong was doomed.

"A dying man's words are good."

"There are some things you must remember, Jinse. Although the Holy Sect is now unified, it has been severely weakened by internal strife. Luoyang will inevitably fall. We should hide our troops in the mountains, recuperate, and disperse our forces..."

Su Yulong used his last bit of magic power to send a telepathic message to Jinse, giving her earnest advice.

From the Church's future policies and strategies, to who within the Church is available, what their strengths are, what positions they are suited for, who needs to be guarded against, and what their weaknesses are...

He spoke very quickly, as if he were pouring out all the words he had kept hidden for so many years.

After she finished speaking, Jinse asked, "Where did my master go?"

Upon hearing this, Su Yulong's eyes flickered with emotion, and he shook his head, saying, "I don't know either. Before she left, she said that she would be gone for a long time this time, and might not even be able to come back."

"She instructed me that if you couldn't defeat the cult leader, she would help you escape the Holy Church, save your life, and let you do what you want to do..."

Jinse felt a pang of sadness in her heart. Knowing her master as she did, she knew that his words implied a request to entrust his son to someone else.

Her master's method of avoiding the three calamities had reached its limit, and in order to overcome the eighth heavenly tribulation, she had no choice but to go to a very dangerous place.

"I mustered up my courage to express my feelings, wanting to go with her and protect her, even if it meant risking my life, just to help her share some of the pressure, but she refused..."

At this point, Su Yulong gave a wry smile, his expression quite complicated.

It was after that rejection that he became completely disheartened, and coupled with his hatred for the Great Xuan Dynasty, he slowly began to side with the sect leader.

"Ahem... There are two things... You need to remember them..."

Su Yulong suddenly started coughing up blood again, and his voice became weak and feeble. It was clear that his last burst of energy was coming to an end.

"The first thing... Among the Four Great Dharma Kings... the Black-Clad Dragon King... a genius beyond compare, his wisdom surpasses mine a hundredfold... If he returns... we must win him over..." "You can't control him... but with Zhou Sheng here... there's no need to worry..."

"The second thing..."

His breathing became rapid, his chest like a rusty bellows, exhaling a thick, bloody smell.

“Zhou Sheng…though he treats the Holy Maiden well…is ultimately an outsider…”

Hearing this, Jinse frowned slightly and opened her mouth to interrupt, but then she heard Su Yulong say, "Judging from his appearance... he is loyal and righteous... the Holy Maiden can marry him..."

"The Phoenix of Yaotai... reincarnation... is your... opportunity... you absolutely must not miss it—"

Before he could finish speaking, his voice grew softer and softer, and as his last bit of magic power dissipated, the light in his eyes dimmed instantly, becoming empty.

The golden core shattered, and the primordial spirit gradually vanished within the Purple Palace.

On his deathbed, he seemed to see again the beautiful figure who had once amazed him throughout his life. In the darkest and most desperate time of his life, she was the one who gave him a ray of light.

As the beautiful figure receded into the distance, he instinctively reached out to follow, a habit he had cultivated over countless years. But then a voice suddenly called out from behind him.

"Yu'er, why aren't you home yet?"

Turning around, he saw his long-deceased grandmother, as well as his parents, brothers, younger sister, wife, and children.

"Father, Yan'er misses you so much. Did you bring me a sugar figurine?"

That was his six-year-old daughter, Su Yunyan, who was the most lively and lovable.

"My son has the talent of a unicorn. It is my fault that I forced you to enter officialdom and pursue fame and fortune..."

His father looked younger than him, but his eyes were filled with guilt.

"Come back, come home if you're tired."

His mother waved to him, her face full of love.

Su Yulong glanced back at the departing figure, suddenly laughed, then turned and walked away from her, striding towards his family.

At that moment, he even felt grateful to Zhou Sheng, the man who had killed him.

……

"Uncle Su, may you rest in peace."

A look of sadness appeared in Jinse's eyes. She reached out to close Jinse's eyes, then took a deep breath, quickly suppressing her grief, and regained her dignity and indifference.

She knew that although the followers seemed to have submitted, many were still waiting for a result.

Waiting for the earth-shattering battle in the sky to come to an end.

This will directly determine the future fate of the Longhua Sect, and even... the fate of the world.

She looked up at the heavens and could feel the intensity of the battle even from a great distance. The entire sky had been turned crimson, as if the heavens were bleeding.

Thunder and demonic flames intertwined, sword energy and dragon roars crisscrossed.

The spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of miles was plunged into complete chaos, as if it were being torn apart, crushed, and fought over by two giant hands.

Every now and then a deafening roar would rang out, as if it were a beast's howl from the ancient wilderness, sending chills down one's spine and instilling an instinctive fear as if life were facing a natural disaster.

This was a battle that even Jinse couldn't intervene in, but she believed that her troupe leader would definitely win.

This is a form of near-blind worship.

After about half an hour of fighting, this earth-shattering battle finally came to an end, and a figure descended from the sky, crashing to the ground like a meteorite.

...(End of this chapter)