217: Space Storm, Buddhist Land and Demon Kingdom

Wusheng City, deep underground.

This was a completely hollowed-out mountain belly. The rock walls forming the cave were made of a deep, dark crystal that naturally emitted a strange force field that distorted light.

The air was as viscous as mercury, and the rich spatial power here had almost materialized. Ordinary Cultivators breathing here would have their Divine Souls torn apart by the escaping power.

In the center of the cave, an ancient altar, several miles in diameter, stood silently.

The surface of the altar was inscribed with endlessly complex runes, which were not inanimate objects.

Instead, they seemed to breathe. Each flicker resonated with a certain Law deep within the Void Realm, causing people's minds to tremble.

This was the Cross-Realm Formation arranged by Old Ancestor Wusheng, connecting to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Demonic Land.

At this moment, Old Ancestor Wusheng no longer had any trace of his heroic demeanor. He was hunched over, half a step behind Shen Yuanmo, even his breathing deliberately lightened.

His Divine Soul Sea of Consciousness was still a mess, filled with an incomprehensible fear.

One stroke.

Just a single finger stroke.

His Natal Divine Soul Imprint, which he had refined for five hundred years, along with that wisp of the Soul Transformation Demonic Lord's remnant soul, was completely erased from the Karma level.

That feeling wasn't destruction; it was as if it had never existed.

How absurd, and how terrifying.

He now only knew how foolish and ignorant his previous thoughts of scheming against this being were.

That wasn't an ant shaking a tree; that was dust attempting to touch the sky.

"Senior, this is the Cross-Realm Formation." Old Ancestor Wusheng stopped, pointing at the massive altar ahead, his voice filled with bone-deep reverence.

Shen Yuanmo's gaze fell upon the altar.

The next instant, the circulation trajectories of billions of runes, and the Veins of every wisp of energy, were revealed in his eyes without a single secret.

"The technique is decent," he judged in his heart.

The formation master's understanding of the Law of Space was quite remarkable. Instead of choosing the most foolish violent breach, they used resonance to find and leverage the pre-existing spatial weak points between two places.

Using a small force to move a great weight.

"Open it," Shen Yuanmo said indifferently.

"Yes, Senior!"

Old Ancestor Wusheng jolted, not daring to delay.

With trembling hands, he held the rusted Formation Plate, flew into the center of the altar, and with rapidly moving fingertips, cast one spell after another into it.

"Void Realm as guide, stars as path!"

"Open!"

He let out a hoarse, sharp cry with all his might.

Rumble—!

The entire underground cave trembled violently! The ancient altar was like an ancient beast awakening from slumber!

Billions of runes on the altar ignited simultaneously, transforming into dazzling beams of light that twisted together, blasting towards the Void Realm above the altar!

A sharp, ear-splitting shriek, as if the sky itself was torn open!

The space above the altar was ripped open by that terrifying energy, forming a hundred-zhang long black crack.

Beyond the crack was not nothingness, but a bizarre, colorful torrent.

Countless shattered and twisted spatial fragments tumbled and collided within it. Each impact unleashed an energy storm powerful enough to easily crush a Great Perfection of Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

"Senior, the passage is open!" Old Ancestor Wusheng's face was ashen, activating this formation consumed a great deal of his energy. "This passage is extremely unstable and can only last for a hundred breaths! You must depart quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, Shen Yuanmo's figure had already appeared before the terrifying spatial crack.

Facing the chaotic storm that could freeze the Divine Soul of any Nascent Soul Cultivator, Shen Yuanmo's face showed not the slightest ripple of emotion.

He merely calmly took out an item.

It was a small, ancient boat, palm-sized, carved from a single piece of Void Gazer Jade.

As soon as the small boat appeared, it naturally emitted a unique Dao charm that stabilized the surrounding space.

It was precisely the Cross-Realm Boat that Old Ancestor Wusheng used to buy his life.

Shen Yuanmo casually tossed it.

The small boat rapidly expanded against the wind, instantly transforming into a three-zhang long jade boat. Its hull glowed, forming a soft, moon-white light curtain that gently pushed away the surrounding violent spatial turbulence.

Shen Yuanmo stepped onto the Cross-Realm Boat.

The next instant, the Cross-Realm Boat transformed into a stream of light, resolutely charging into the chaotic torrent that represented the unknown and death, instantly disappearing into the depths of the bizarre colors.

The spatial crack slowly closed, leaving no trace.

Inside the cave, silence returned.

"Plop."

Old Ancestor Wusheng could no longer hold on. He collapsed onto the cold altar, gasping for breath, looking at the healed Void Realm with an extremely complex expression.

"Such an existence... this realm simply cannot contain it..."

After a long while, he let out a long sigh of relief, as if having narrowly escaped death.

"I... I've saved my life."

...Inside the spatial passage.

The violent energy torrent furiously tore at and collided with the Cross-Realm Boat.

The power of each collision far exceeded the full-strength strike of a Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

However, the seemingly thin moon-white light curtain around the Cross-Realm Boat was incredibly resilient.

No matter how turbulent the outside world was, the boat remained as stable as a rock, without even a hint of a shake.

On the boat, Shen Yuanmo stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

His gaze was not on the destructive scene outside, but on the Cross-Realm Boat beneath his feet.

In his perception, the internal structure of this small boat instantly became transparent.

At the core of the small boat, a thumb-sized crystal was embedded, which seemed to naturally contain a Law of Space.

It was this crystal that continuously emitted a unique Law fluctuation, achieving a subtle synchronicity and resonance with the chaotic spatial turbulence outside, thereby protecting the boat's hull unharmed.

"Controlling Law with Law, huh..."

Shen Yuanmo's mind stirred. In his Sea of Consciousness, all the structures of this Cross-Realm Boat, and all the Law Veins of that core crystal, were completely replicated and began undergoing billions of simulations and analyses.

Comprehending Law during transit, being reborn amidst destruction.

Time completely lost its meaning during this journey and analysis.

After an unknown amount of time.

When a faint light suddenly appeared in the chaotic torrent ahead, Shen Yuanmo had already grasped all the mysteries of this Cross-Realm Boat.

That point of light was initially as thin as a needle, but it rapidly expanded at an astonishing speed!

The exit was here!

The Cross-Realm Boat shook violently, as if sensing the guidance, and transformed into an arrow released from a bowstring, fiercely charging towards that light!

The next moment, the world spun, and his vision suddenly cleared!

Shen Yuanmo found himself in a brand new world!

He looked up, his pupils slightly contracting.

The sky here was distinctly divided into two halves by an invisible line.

The left half was a pure, serene, and solemn gold. Above the sky, it seemed as if billions of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas chanted scriptures day and night, with grand Buddhist chants resounding through the heavens, possessing the power to purify the human heart.

The right half, however, was an eerie and ominous dark red. Viscous blood clouds churned endlessly, and boundless Devilish Qi soared into the sky. Countless wronged souls could be heard screaming tragically within, filled with chaos, depravity, and slaughter.

Buddha light and Devilish Qi, sanctity and evil. Two completely different powers coexisted strangely under the same sky, forming a breathtaking yet incredibly distorted picture.

He then lowered his head to perceive the earth beneath his feet.

The Spiritual Qi was so dense it almost condensed into mist, but for Cultivators of the Immortal Dynasty, this Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi could not be used for Cultivation.

Because this Spiritual Qi was not pure.

It was mixed with two distinctly different willpower forces.

One was the grand and pure Power Of Will of incense, originating from believers.

The other was a Devilish Qi filled with aggression and destructive desires.

These three forces intertwined and clashed, creating a Cultivation environment that was practically poisonous for Immortal Dynasty Cultivators.

Shen Yuanmo's vast Divine Sense spread out silently like an invisible tide.

A thousand miles away.

A colossal city, cast entirely from golden glazed tiles and suspended in mid-air, entered his perception.

Inside the city, countless believers in kasayas were devoutly kowtowing to a giant golden Buddha statue, ten thousand zhang tall, in the city center.

Endless Power Of Will of incense rose from them, converging like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, all pouring into the body of that ten-thousand-zhang golden Buddha.

The Aura of that golden Buddha was as vast as an abyss, unfathomably deep.

"Little Western Heaven Buddhist Nation..."

Shen Yuanmo retracted his Divine Sense and turned in another direction.

There, lay a pitch-black land enveloped by endless Devilish Qi.

On this land, countless distorted demonic beasts were engaging in the most primitive and bloody mutual devouring.

The victors would unhesitatingly devour the flesh, souls, and even bones of the vanquished.

And at the very center of that bloody land, a terrifying demonic palace, built entirely from stark white bones and solidified black blood, rose from the ground.

Atop the demonic palace, a blurry demonic shadow sat quietly, exuding a terrifying demonic intent that seemed to devour heaven and earth.

"Nine Nether Demon Abyss."

Just as Shen Yuanmo was surveying this new world.

In the distance, several golden lights broke through the sky, moving astonishingly fast.

They were ten monks, clad in golden armor, wielding demon-subduing staffs, with resolute faces. Their Cultivation was all at the Late Golden Core Stage.

On the armor over their chests, a golden ' swastika' Buddhist seal was branded, and Buddha light surged around them, their Auras formidable.

"Stop!"

The leading monk, a Golden Core Great Perfection Cultivator, pointed at Shen Yuanmo from afar, his voice grand and resonating, causing the Void Realm to hum.

"Who are you? You possess no Buddhist nature or Power Of Will, yet you dare trespass into our Buddhist Nation Pure Land!"

They clearly mistook the pure Immortal Dao Spiritual Qi fluctuations on Shen Yuanmo's body for a heresy that must be purged.

Another monk clasped his hands together directly, his eyes filled with fervent, almost fanatical devotion.

"Amitabha! Senior Brother, why speak more!"

"This fiend carries the Aura of an external Dao, the root cause of pollution in the Buddhist Nation Pure Land. He should be immediately suppressed, and his sins washed away with supreme Buddhist Dharma to help him ascend to ultimate bliss!"

Before his words even fell, he was the first to attack ferociously!

The demon-subduing staff in his hand flared with golden light, instantly transforming into a massive, mountain-like phantom, carrying the immense Buddha Power that suppressed all external Daos, and smashed down fiercely towards Shen Yuanmo's head!

They, without any explanation, directly attacked, intending to "enlighten" Shen Yuanmo!

On the boat, Shen Yuanmo stood with his hands behind his back, his face devoid of any expression as he watched the demon-subduing staff smash down.

He merely, gently, raised his eyes.

Then, he uttered a single word.

"Scram."

This single word contained no magical power.

But within it, it carried Shen Yuanmo's supreme Dao charm, which had fused the Dao charms of the Five Elements, destruction, life and death, and more!

Words spoken, Law follows!

That group of Protectors, who were just moments ago aggressive and arrogant.

The moment they heard that word, they felt as if their Divine Souls had been fiercely struck by an invisible, world-creating giant hammer!

Pfft!

The leading Golden Core Great Perfection Vajra didn't even have time to let out a scream. His protective Buddha light instantly shattered.

He himself was struck by lightning, violently spitting out a large mouthful of golden blood, and was sent flying hundreds of zhang, along with the demon-subduing staff in his hand, smashing a small mountain to pieces!

The Golden Core Stage Vajras behind him met an even more tragic end.

One by one, blood flowed from their seven orifices, their bones shattered inch by inch, like kites with broken strings, scattered across the ground, their fates unknown.

The might of a single word, to this extent!

The surviving Golden Core Great Perfection Vajra struggled to climb out of the rubble.

He looked at the distant, calm figure in the green robe, his eyes no longer holding any trace of majesty or arrogance.

Only the purest, most primal... fear and despair remained, enough to completely crush his Dao Heart!

"Devil... Devil Head! A peerless Devil Head has descended!"

He let out a terrified, distorted scream, no longer caring about the lives of his companions.

Burning his own Origin, he transformed into a wretched golden stream of light, fleeing frantically towards the Little Western Heaven Buddhist Nation without looking back!