Chapter 1556: Uprooting Ling Mountain in Rage

Chapter 1556: Nüxian Lingshan

"Open up!" The roar shook the heavens as Ye Chen fused the nine paths of Bahuang into one, slamming his fist into the ten-thousand-zhang golden Buddha.

Boom!

The clash of metal echoed loudly, sparking brilliant flames.

Though Ye Chen's punch was powerful, it failed to break through the golden Buddha.

Yet this direct impact made the world tremble, and in the mountains, hordes of Buddhas were shaken to death, falling one after another.

The Sacred Body was overwhelmingly strong, capable of clashing head-on with Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons. Even the barrier of the golden Buddha couldn't withstand it, its power far too dominant.

"Open up!" Ye Chen swung his bloodstained golden fist again, this second strike even more forceful, slamming into the golden Buddha.

This time, the golden Buddha still held, but in the mountains, even more Buddhas perished, turning into clouds of blood mist in droves.

Witnessing this, Ye Chen's vital energy surged, nearly unleashing the full might of his Sacred Bone. He hammered away with punch after ferocious punch.

The heavens and earth rumbled, convulsing violently, as Ye Chen's relentless blows transformed everything into desolation, plunging the world into darkness.

Crack!

On an unknown punch, a crisp sound rang out.

A crack appeared on the golden Buddha, then spread endlessly, weaving a web of fissures across its surface.

"Open up!" Ye Chen roared, delivering a final devastating punch that shattered the golden Buddha completely, allowing him to charge into Lingshan.

"Stop him!" The Buddhas rose, some wielding Zen staffs, others with Buddha beads hovering above their heads, converging from all directions.

They harnessed the faith of all living beings, forming a vast sea of Buddhas that surged forth with overwhelming force, engulfing the heavens and earth as it rushed toward Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's palm struck like a divine blade, cleaving through the sea of Buddhas in one swipe.

Lingshan ran red with blood, with many Buddhas slain, their essence staining the faith of the masses and turning this sacred Buddhist mountain crimson.

"Gods will be slain, and Buddhas will be executed." Ye Chen's thunderous shout echoed as he charged toward the mountain peak, his killing intent raging unchecked.

The Buddhas tried to block him again, each radiating compassion and boundless magical power.

However, no matter how many Buddhas there were, they couldn't halt Ye Chen's advance.

It was simply because Ye Chen was too powerful—this madman, driven to a frenzy without regard for cost, had killed until his eyes were bloodshot.

Supreme Buddhas fell one after another.

Buddhas filled the sky, dropping one by one, their Zen staffs and Buddha beads shattering into pieces, their bodies drenched in blood as they plummeted from the void.

"The Lingshan of Ximo—has it ever been this devastated before?" Outside Lingshan, cultivators from all sides stared in wide-eyed shock.

"Even Shijia has been defeated, and the Emperor Weapon Demon-subduing Pestle has been overthrown—who can stand against the Sacred Body's onslaught?"

"Who would have thought that this pure land of Buddhism would be stained with blood, its solemn serenity nothing but an illusion?"

"Can you escape?" Amid the endless discussions, a mighty shout pierced the nine heavens, originating from the peak of Lingshan.

It was Fengxian, who activated a teleportation platform and stepped into it, vanishing in an instant.

But Ye Chen was relentless. With his Six Paths Immortal Eyes piercing through illusions, he extended a golden palm into the void and dragged her out by force, sealing her with a secret technique.

"You can't kill me—I'm a descendant of the Phoenix!" Fengxian screamed in terror, her eyes wide with fear as she struggled desperately.

In this moment, she who had claimed to enter the Buddhist path showed not a trace of Buddhist demeanor, far from any enlightenment of transcending the mortal world.

She was truly terrified, sensing the aura of death. With Lingshan fallen, who could save her now?

"Blood debts must be repaid in blood." Ye Chen snorted coldly, seizing Fengxian and striding out of Lingshan, his killing intent soaring to the skies.

"Disturbing our Buddhist pure land, we shall send you to the underworld!" The Buddhas of Lingshan pursued, channeling the faith of all living beings.

"A Buddhist pure land?" Ye Chen sneered, raising his hand for another palm strike that split the surging sea of Buddhas once more.

The Buddhas were sent flying, many dissolving into blood mist on the spot.

Ye Chen raged on, stepping forward with inscriptions flowing across his hands as he actually lifted Lingshan itself.

It was a terrifying sight: the sacred mountain of Buddhism collapsed on the spot, temples and tiles scattering, Buddha statues toppling one after another, and even the incense offerings extinguishing.

As for the Buddhas, their Buddhist light dimmed, their robes stained with blood, staggering about in a scene of utter devastation.

"Donor, you have provoked the Buddha." Shijia, who had been struck down earlier, returned through the skies, gripping the Emperor Weapon Demon-subduing Pestle, his Quasi-Emperor aura blanketing the heavens. His words boomed like thunder, carrying supreme authority that shattered the firmament.

"What does the venerable one intend to do?" Ye Chen looked at Shijia with a smile.

"I shall guide you to ultimate bliss." Shijia's Buddhist chant resounded through the heavens.

"The junior has only overturned Lingshan and killed a few from the Buddhist sect. Since Buddhism preaches compassion, can we let this matter rest?"

"Disrupting the Buddhist tranquility, I must guide you."

"When will the cycle of vengeance end?"

"This is the karma between you and the Buddha. You have sown the cause, so you must face the effect." Shijia spoke calmly, his Buddhist wisdom boundless.

"How ridiculous." Ye Chen stretched his neck leisurely, his smile laced with a hint of savagery and wickedness. "Earlier, when I spoke of karma with you, you brought up when the cycle of vengeance would end. Now that I'm asking about the cycle of vengeance, you fall back on karma."

"You have fallen into demonic obsession, suffering in the sea of bitterness."

"Venerable one, words are meaningless—it's all your desires at play. Why not join me? I, the junior, will guide you out of affliction. Don't let hatred cloud your vision."

"I, the monk..."

"The elder's obsessions run too deep; they will become karmic obstacles."

"I, the monk..."

"The cycle of cause and effect—when will the cycle of vengeance end?"

"I, the monk..."

"The Buddha has stirred killing intent; the venerable one can no longer guide others."

"I, the monk..."

"No need for more words—you are no longer pure in the six roots."

This was a bizarre exchange, with Shijia attempting to speak each time, only to be interrupted by Ye Chen. Ye Chen sighed with each retort, his eyes filled with pity.

What was more, the words he used were exactly what Shijia had once said to him, now recited flawlessly.

Pfft!

Shijia spat blood, his steps faltering—it was unclear if it was from injury or rage, as he hadn't managed to finish a single sentence.

The cultivators from all sides watched with mouths agape, their expressions a mix of amusement and astonishment.

The Sacred Body's combat prowess was unmatched, and his skill in verbal battles was no less impressive.

A dignified Quasi-Emperor and supreme Buddhist venerable, actually provoked to vomit blood by your relentless retorts.

And ironically, the very words Ye Chen used to provoke him were ones Shijia had previously uttered.

"Buddhism preaches compassion." Ye Chen continued, his voice ethereal as he stared at Shijia. "But your compassion interferes with others' karma. Now that Lingshan is overturned and the Buddhas slain, that's another cycle of cause and effect. By protecting her, you created the cause; this blood catastrophe is the result."

"Demonic obsession!" Shijia roared fiercely, his usually serene Buddhist face now tinged with coldness that made one shiver.

"How is the venerable one any different from demonic obsession?" Ye Chen replied lightly. "Your current ferocity, your stern expression—is that the demeanor of a Buddha? In the end, you and I are the same. If I am a demon, then so are you—a demon who masquerades as a compassionate Buddha."

Pfft!

Shijia vomited blood again, his Buddhist body trembling violently, his radiant light flickering unstably as if on the verge of extinction.

The compassionate one had revealed his true human nature.

He too had emotions, desires, and attachments. His Buddhist heart was no longer tranquil, plagued by distracting and malicious thoughts that disrupted his mind.

The Emperor Weapon Demon-subduing Pestle hummed, showering him with Buddhist light, yet it couldn't stop his violent shaking.

"Venerable one." The Buddhas of Lingshan hurriedly ascended to the skies.

Ah!

Shijia clutched his head and howled, his Buddhist chants echoing through the world.

Strands of black energy mixed into his Buddhist light—distracting thoughts eroding his Buddhist heart once more.

Under everyone's gaze, his body dissolved into wisps of light. The Buddhas tried to intervene, but to no avail.

"Is this... dissolution into the Dao?" The cultivators were horrified.

"It's not dissolution into the Dao—it's falling into demonic obsession, facing his destined tribulation in the mortal world." An elderly Quasi-Emperor spoke thoughtfully, as if seeing through the truth, knowing Shijia was confronting his own calamity.

"Facing his destined tribulation in the mortal world?" The onlookers were baffled. "It looks even more dreadful than death!"

As all watched, Shijia faded away completely, leaving only his howls echoing in the heavens.

"Impressive!" The spectators grinned and clicked their tongues.

"A mighty Quasi-Emperor and Buddhist venerable, actually driven to face his tribulation by the Sacred Body's words. What a cultivation path!"

"Proven fact: in a fight, even if you can't win physically, don't run— you might just talk your opponent to death." The group of elders remarked meaningfully.

Amid the discussions, the Buddhist Emperor Weapon Demon-subduing Pestle buzzed and transformed into a beam of light, vanishing to an unknown place.

"Ah." Xizun sighed, shaking his head before turning to leave silently, seeking to comprehend Buddhist teachings in the mortal world.