298: Magic Buddha

"Damn it!"

"Young Lord, this place isn't right."

Inside the third entrance.

Old Man Han, clad in gray robes, looked terrible, his magical power surging violently.

Old Man Han's left hand rested on the body of Xing Wuye, the Young Lord of the Chimo Sect, supporting Xing Wuye as he activated the Soul Guard Bell.

His right hand held a bone flute made of white bone, which he continuously waved.

Hearing this.

Xing Wuye's face was ashen, and he fully activated his protective bell.

The bronze Soul Guard Bell emitted circles of light.

Enveloping both of them.

Resisting the erosion of the endless black Devilish Qi surrounding them.

Within the Devilish Qi.

Demonic Souls attacked them intermittently.

They were blocked by Old Man Han's bone flute.

However, these Demonic Souls and the bone flute seemed endless, impossible to kill completely.

"This might not be the Legacy grounds of the Demon Lord of Suffering."

Old Man Han's expression was solemn.

This was clearly intended to slaughter all intruders.

How could anyone choose a successor in such a manner?

"We cannot stay here long, Old Man Han, help me accelerate and rush out."

Although Xing Wuye was only at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage of cultivation.

He was, after all, the direct son of a Nascent Soul True Lord, and possessed quite a few methods.

"Alright, Young Lord, proceed with your methods."

Old Man Han said in a deep voice.

He did not cultivate his Divine Soul, so he did not have as many methods for dealing with Divine Soul attacks as Xing Wuye did.

Xing Wuye steeled his heart, bit his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of vital blood onto the bronze Soul Guard Bell floating before him.

"Break!"

Xing Wuye shouted sternly.

"Buzz~"

The Soul Guard Bell shone brightly and vibrated incessantly.

Amidst the shaking, it suddenly transformed into a copper bell the height of a man.

"Old Man Han, lend me your magical power!"

Old Man Han understood.

"Shatter Souls!"

Xing Wuye and Old Man Han struck simultaneously, slamming a palm heavily onto the Soul Guard Bell.

"Dong!"

A deep, massive sound spread out.

"Boom!"

The sound of the bell swept through.

The Devilish Qi was broken apart, and the Demonic Souls retreated.

Temporarily clearing an open space.

"Quickly, go."

The copper bell shrank and flew back above Xing Wuye's head.

Xing Wuye shouted, his face pale.

Old Man Han grabbed Xing Wuye, and their figures turned into streaks of light, flying forward... On the other side, inside the second entrance.

"sword seed name."

Jiang Ningchan's tone was cold.

An illusory pure white longsword materialized.

The longsword pierced the air, clearing a path before the two of them.

Vague saber light struck from the front.

Upon contact with the pure white longsword phantom, they shattered one after another.

Zhou Xiangyu was pulled by Jiang Ningchan, moving forward rapidly.

Before long.

He felt his vision suddenly broaden.

The vague saber light disappeared.

"We made it out."

Zhou Xiangyu felt lingering fear.

If not for Jiang Ningchan protecting him.

Even if he had nine lives, he would have died inside that entrance long ago.

"Ning Chan, how are you?"

Zhou Xiangyu asked the woman pulling him forward.

His tone was quite anxious.

"I'm fine."

Jiang Ningchan silently wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth and dispersed the sword seed name.

The pure white longsword phantom vanished.

"Quickly find an exit."

Catching sight of Zhou Xiangyu's worried gaze.

Jiang Ningchan quickly spoke up.

Zhou Xiangyu withdrew his worried gaze and looked around.

The danger was still not over.

Beneath their feet was a stone circular platform, and directly ahead was a single-log bridge.

Invisible barriers seemed to surround the platform, making passage impossible.

Zhou Xiangyu tested the surroundings; only the single-log bridge was passable.

"This is a Grand Array."

Zhou Xiangyu's heart stirred.

Otherwise, this strange phenomenon could not be explained.

Jiang Ningchan nodded.

However, neither of them was skilled in Formations.

Rushing to break the Formation might backfire.

"It seems we can only cross this single-log bridge."

The two exchanged a look, and Zhou Xiangyu said helplessly.

"Let's go."

Given the perils of the entrance, neither dared to underestimate the situation.

Jiang Ningchan took the lead, stepping cautiously onto the bridge.

One step, two steps... nothing unexpected happened.

"This..."

Zhou Xiangyu felt puzzled.

"This is a good sign."

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Ningchan's mouth.

If it were still as dangerous as before, she feared... Zhou Xiangyu nodded, and the two sped up.

At the same time.

While the two were crossing the bridge.

At the other end of the single-log bridge.

An area enveloped by golden circular light.

Above the golden light, swastika symbols rotated continuously.

Beneath the golden light.

Two shriveled corpses sat cross-legged.

The corpse on the left wore a dull cassock, and the corpse on the right wore black Demonic robes.

They had long since lost all vitality.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Bald Donkey, it seems the heart-crossing bridge you set up has failed."

"This Lord is destined to escape today."

Between the two corpses.

An illusory and ethereal Nascent Soul burst into loud laughter.

The Nascent Soul had the appearance of a handsome middle-aged man.

As his voice fell.

The Illusory Nascent Soul suddenly turned around.

Revealing an aged face filled with suffering.

"Amitabha."

"Benefactor, we have fought for hundreds of years, and all our vitality and magical power have long been exhausted."

"Even your Nascent Soul is about to dissipate. What good is escaping, even if you succeed?"

The aged face spoke with compassion.

As the voice fell.

The Nascent Soul turned again.

"Hmph!"

"Ascetic Monk Kuxin, you trapped this Lord here for hundreds of years."

"Escaping today means this Lord has won against you."

"Hahahaha..."

The middle-aged face did not care in the slightest.

"Alas..."

The aged face sighed and said nothing more.

A single Nascent Soul surprisingly had two faces, front and back.

On the single-log bridge.

Jiang Ningchan and Zhou Xiangyu quickly advanced, one after the other.

Before long, they had reached the end.

Faint golden light shimmered ahead.

Zhou Xiangyu's eyes lit up, and he jumped off the bridge, following Jiang Ningchan.

At this moment.

At the circular platform.

An old man and a young man flew out from the third entrance.

They looked slightly disheveled.

"Hoo~"

"Thanks to the Young Lord's Magic Treasure."

Old Man Han casually took a few Medicinal Pills.

"This wretched place is actually so dangerous."

Xing Wuye was extremely frustrated.

While consuming and refining Medicinal Pills, he felt heartache and spat blood.

Before even seeing the Legacy, he had already lost several confidantes.

Now, in order to pass through this Divine Soul entrance, although protected by the Soul Guard Bell and Old Man Han.

He still suffered serious injuries and lost a mouthful of vital blood.

If this truly wasn't the Legacy grounds, as Old Man Han suspected, then the loss would be immense.

Old Man Han extended his Divine Sense, quickly surveying the surroundings.

"Old Man Han, what is it?"

Xing Wuye asked.

The two exchanged a few words.

Just like Zhou Xiangyu and the other person, they stepped onto the heart-crossing bridge.

After a period of initial caution, their speed grew faster and faster.

On the other side of the heart-crossing bridge.

Zhou Xiangyu jumped down following Jiang Ningchan.

He saw Jiang Ningchan, her entire Aura concentrated but unreleased, looking extremely solemn.

Zhou Xiangyu looked past Jiang Ningchan.

He clearly saw the two shriveled corpses enveloped in golden light, as well as the strange, two-faced Illusory Nascent Soul floating between them.

"Hmm?"

"Ascetic Monk Kuxin, could it be that thousands of years have passed?"

The Demon Lord of Suffering, whose face was that of a middle-aged man, used his remaining Nascent Soul power to barely penetrate the golden Seal and sense Zhou Xiangyu's cultivation.

He couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Those three entrance passages were the Three Ultimate Grand Array that Monk Kuxin had set up, using the extraction of his Physical Body, cultivation, and magical power as the Formation eyes.

It was specifically designed to prevent Demonic Path Cultivators from entering.

Yet, now this small child at the Qi Refinement Stage had safely passed through.

The only possibility was that it had been ravaged by time and lost its power.

"Hey, you two little children, have you heard of this Lord, the Demon Lord of Suffering?"