Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

"Your so-called teacher really doesn't hold back at all. It's one thing to know about Buddhist teachings and the Bone Book, but she even revealed things about the outer world to you? This is shaking the very foundation of religious rule."

Fang Jin was surprised. Although the description was not accurate, this was the first time in the several dungeon events he had experienced that the natives had revealed the player's identity.

"Of course, the teacher would not tell me personally. My humble level of life is far from being qualified to talk to her. Calling that being a teacher is just me patting myself on the back."

"But the knowledge she passed down has already touched upon your existence, and once you know it, you cannot ignore it. Travelers who roam the heavens, thieves of the world's treasures... what an enviable form of life this is."

In this respect, Li Fu was both humble and devout. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that his compassionate and beautiful thoughts were completely opposite to those of the secular world, he might have been a good missionary... although God doesn't care about that.

"Unfortunately... you're not the owner."

"Of course, so I will harbor double the hatred and anger towards the owner, after all, you are the thief, and I am the owner of the house and the master of the treasure."

Li Fu slowly stood up from the Buddha's hand, his expression gradually becoming solemn and calm, because there were more willow branches sticking to his back than Fang Jin's, and the bone book's attraction to Asa's soul clearly surpassed that of the relics.

Moreover, one of the willow branches was different from the others; it was neither golden nor transparent, but as white as a crescent moon. Pure white energy poured into Li Fu's body, temporarily giving him a trace of divinity.

This is the power that supplies the world, the great power that pollutes the heavens, and Li Fu is merely playing the role of a transit station... But this does not prevent him from enjoying the remnants of the energy flow and the divinity that fills his body at this moment.

"Oh."

He smiled and made a gesture of holding a flower with one hand. Behind him, the faint image of a Bodhisattva appeared, sacred and illusory. But the moment it appeared, the entire Buddhist palace was immediately covered with deep and heavy ice!

Like waves under the moon frozen in an instant, the ice layer was even thicker than a person's height, with countless fine, cold spikes protruding towards the center, and the swaying willow branches were all tinged with a cold color.

Fang Jin, who had just condensed his golden body, was now submerged by the dense ice sea. The protruding needles on the sea surface pierced through his golden armor, leaving several gaping, bloody holes in his body.

"The quasi-gods are the limit that this world can bear, and they are also necessary to completely pollute this world. Therefore, Asa was sent by his teacher to remove his consciousness and ego, and to serve as a high-quality vessel for this great cause."

"She has only twenty core branches, which are divided into twenty parts of quasi-god power. What we are fighting for is these. The number of silver willow branches we possess determines the level of power we control."

"Instead of using your feeble Buddhist power to prop up this meaningless facade."

After saying that, he smiled and changed his hand gestures. The Ice Jade Bodhisattva behind him changed his hand seals in sync. Instantly, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen in silence, and the world became eerily quiet and still.

Then, a flawless, white full moon appeared at the Bodhisattva's fingertip, and instantly expanded a hundredfold or a thousandfold! Until this great moon spread to the edge of the Buddhist city, the vast land was split in two!

"boom--!"

As if it were unreal, the magnificent city was instantly sliced ​​open diagonally, the ravines in the ground turned into abysses, and collapsed houses and rubble fell into them, emitting a series of continuous and muffled booming sounds.

The radiance lasted only a moment before the pristine white moon mountain that stretched across the land shattered, breaking apart into countless pure white starlight points that crashed to the ground, creating numerous craters. Fires, lit by an empty city, ignited.

As Li Fu said, this was no longer a great power applicable to the human world. Therefore, when he connected with the core willow branch, a feeling of controlling the world arose spontaneously, and he realized how narrow his previous vision had been.

Just as an experiment, this ancient city completely disappeared from the map. The so-called grandmaster was nothing but a joke. He even began to think that the layout of the Sacred Hand Manor was actually not very meaningful.

but……

"Why won't you die?"

Li Fu even looked at Fang Jin with a hint of helplessness. Several strands of moonlight danced at his fingertips. Beside the ravine, the sixteen-foot-tall golden body had been cut in half, and golden flames flickered at the broken edge, yet it still did not dissipate.

Because at this moment, within his Dharma body, Fang Jin was also holding a silver willow branch in his hand. The relic was being burned with Buddhist fire, using it as fuel to emit an even purer and brighter light, which attracted the core willow branch as well.

He plunged his five fingers into the willow branch, drawing upon the power of the demigod. Raindrops of silver liquid gushed out, gradually repairing the originally dilapidated golden body into a truly pure and domineering Buddha statue.

"Sizzle—"

"With such a vast treasure right before my eyes, how could I bear to die? You, on the other hand, would be better off abandoning the legacy of the Bright Buddha. Already crippled, wouldn't accepting such a cold and sinister inheritance only make you more effeminate?"

Li Fu paid no attention to the sarcasm in Fang Jin's words. He simply recited Buddhist scriptures calmly, and the Buddhist characters on the bone book were lit one by one. The gathered flames gradually showed a tendency to overwhelm the vitality of the relics.

"The life force within the relics is finite, but my bone scripture is boundless. How long do you think you can sustain the burning? Once this only reliance is burned away... what will you use to compete with me then?"

"At that time, I will wear the most beautiful women's dress and dance at your grave."

"..."

……

……

Before Fang Jin was speechless, let's rewind the timeline by fifteen minutes. At that time, Fang Jin had just handed over the Purple Black Steed to Cuicui, making her a major backup plan in her struggle for the Buddhist treasure...

But she turned and ran away.

In Cui Cui's view, this was absolute justice in line with her survival aesthetics. Ahead lay a deadly situation with a slim chance of survival, while running backward, although still resulting in death, could at least extend her life by several months or even years.

Giving her a chance to enjoy a few more drinks and a few more peaceful nights before being taken to the execution ground, and even the possibility of her bowing down and living to a ripe old age, is a choice even a fool would know to make.

"I'm just a fucking prostitute. I don't have any grand ideals like saving the world. I'm not going to go crazy with you to death. I'm... I was clearly forced to wear this Buddhist robe!"

She said this with a face almost contorted with rage. From the very beginning, Cui Cui had no clear goal for this journey. She had been drifting along until now. Where had she had any choice or opportunity?

She wasn't a Buddhist nun at all; being a Buddhist nun was just a facade. She was neither compassionate nor kind. She even snatched a steamed bun from a beggar's bowl, causing him to freeze to death on the last winter night before spring!

……

But if I have to die...

"I was clearly forced to wear this Buddhist robe..."