This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Xiao Xingchen suppressed the immense shock in his heart. At this moment, he had glimpsed the truth of this world. He looked at the lifeless cripple with heartache, and suddenly clenched his fists.

"What's wrong? What did you see?" Mu Wushuang asked in surprise.

"I'm asking you, how many cripples do you know?"

The unquestionable question startled Mu Wushuang slightly, before she spoke.

“I recognized him from his lunar aura. He seems to have come looking for you; you have the scent of a lunar enemy on you, so he's here to kill you,”

“At the entrance of the Demon Tower, I felt you looked very familiar. Now that I think about it, it must be because you’ve been to the Eternal Night. I took the initiative to block you, and I also wanted to ask the cripple what was going on.”

"The moon has appeared, and for some reason it teleported us both here. You know the rest,"

"He is a survivor of the Luna Clan,"

"that's it?"

Mu Wushuang nodded, "That's all for now. It's unbelievable how suddenly it happened; someone must be trying to silence us."

Xiao Xingchen nodded. There are unspeakable things in this world. The cripple must have known some truth, which is why he was destroyed by the Heavenly Dao.

"Let's go, we'll help the cripple finish what he can't finish."

As Xiao Xingchen regained his original appearance, his power also began to recover. Moreover, after being suppressed by the Demon Lord, the Moon Wheel was fully activated. He clenched his fist tightly at the cripple, and the broken Moon Wheel transformed into specks of starlight that gathered behind him.

"How did you get in?" Mu Wushuang asked.

"That's how we got in. This is the second level of the Demon Tower. The first level is already a complete mess."

"So, what exactly is this place? Why is it so different from the records?"

Mu Wushuang turned her head, and what appeared before them was a Buddhist mountain. On the cliffs of this mountain, countless stone Buddha statues stood densely packed in their sight.

A desolate atmosphere washes over you, with the stone mountains stretching into the distance, majestic like a city wall.

"This place is not for suppressing demons, but for suppressing Buddhas," he added, perhaps realizing there was something wrong with his words.

"Perhaps it's the theft of a Buddha statue. Everything has to come to an end. Can we even climb this Buddha mountain in front of us?"

Xiao Xingchen gasped. It was called Foshan, but it resembled more of the Great Wall—a towering cliff piercing the clouds, covered with countless stone carvings. As for its length, it stretched as far as the eye could see.

At the edge of the cliff, clouds and mist swirled, and even the void seemed to emanate a chilling vibration.

"You can try," Mu Wushuang shook her head helplessly.

"What? Is there a problem?"

"Why don't you just give it a try?"

Mu Wushuang's words made Xiao Xingchen frown. He then took a leap and flew away, but to his surprise, he only left the ground a short distance before returning to it.

"Can't fly?"

Xiao Xingchen looked surprised, and Mu Wushuang nodded.

"Flying is prohibited here, so you'd better forget about trying to fly over this cliff."

"No way, how can we cross this mountain if we can't fly?"

"Who knows? I just came in too. Apart from my ability to fly, my other powers are unaffected."

Xiao Xingchen cautiously took a few steps forward. In his memory, among the twelve people who divided the moon wheel, there was indeed a Golden Buddha. But how could such a powerful person be suppressed?

He was filled with doubts, but that did not stop him from continuing toward the cliff covered with stone carvings.

Up close, the scene changes completely. The stone Buddha statues on the cliff are all broken and dilapidated; some are headless, some are missing arms, and almost none are intact. The entire cliff resembles an impregnable city wall, and the marks on the precipice seem to bear the scars of a bloody war.

"An unimaginable battle took place here," Mu Wushuang's voice rang in my ears, her tone grave.

"Who do you think is engaged in this fierce battle? If this is a city wall, who is attacking it?"

"I don't know, but everything before us might be contrary to our understanding, and our knowledge of this place might be completely flawed."

Xiao Xingchen nodded in agreement.

"This is a period forgotten by history. A Buddhist kingdom once stood, but it was completely destroyed. This so-called suppression tower is more like the ruins after the destruction of the Buddhist kingdom."

In his mind, a once-prosperous scene gradually emerged. The moss beneath his feet was still faintly visible, as if telling the story of the place's former bustle and clamor. The buried ruins not only bore traces of life but also exuded a strong sense of human presence. He seemed to see thousands of Buddha statues chanting scriptures simultaneously, and he also saw these monks resolutely sitting cross-legged in the hollows of the city wall when foreign enemies invaded, offering their own bodies as sacrifices to resist the powerful invaders. This place had once been glorious, but it was destined to decline.

Walking on the moss, you can feel the presence of this place with every step. The sound of the bell seems to still echo in your ears, but all that remains is a pile of ruins.

On the city wall, he saw a golden Buddha towering majestically, piercing the clouds, like a sacred lighthouse, radiating dazzling light that made people dare not look directly at it.

Beneath the city walls, countless armies surged forward like a tidal wave. A crimson river of blood, like a giant dragon, crisscrossed the center of the battlefield. As it churned, he seemed to see countless soldiers emerging from the river of blood. The chanting of scriptures resounded like the grandest bells, and purifying sounds slashed through the void like sharp swords. Any soldier touched by the golden scriptures vanished instantly, disappearing without a trace.

However, as a black sword aura fell like a meteor, the golden Buddha shattered instantly, the chanting stopped abruptly, as if it had been severed by a sword, and the whole world turned into ruins.

"Xiao Xingchen, wake up!" Mu Wushuang pushed him hard, and he finally snapped out of his daze.

He didn't even realize when he had lost his mind; his thoughts had already been drawn back to that era of war and smoke.

When he awoke again and looked up at the city wall, he saw another eerie sight: the ancient stone carvings seemed to have been washed away by the torrent of time, losing all traces of age, and bright red liquid flowed down the entire cliff, like a blood-red waterfall.

Everything, from the stone Buddha statues to the road beneath their feet, was submerged in crimson. He even saw a half-broken golden Buddha statue with a giant sword piercing through its head like lightning, as if to tear the entire world apart.

"Wushuang, you understand this world better than I do. What power do you think could destroy a Buddhist kingdom with a single sword strike?"

"Xiao Xingchen muttered to himself, his voice filled with disbelief and fear. What had just happened was not an illusion, but a terrible nightmare.

For some mysterious reason, what had happened before was now being re-presented to him. This Buddhist kingdom was once so powerful, one of the twelve most powerful beings after the Moon Wheel shattered, but now, it had been reduced to ashes and vanished without a trace by the impact of a black sword aura.

Based on his own understanding, he could no longer imagine just how powerful the owner of that sword energy was.