179: Is this the way to immortality?

“Do you know your crime?!”

The voice, like a thunderclap, heavily struck Xuanzang’s heart.

Xuanzang slowly stood up, his handsome young face devoid of fear or retreat.

He looked at the old monk before him, his eyes filled only with endless sorrow and disappointment.

“Senior Martial Uncle.”

His voice was calm and firm.

“What crime has this Disciple committed?”

“What crime?!” The old monk seemed to have heard the biggest joke, laughing in extreme anger, “You colluded with outsiders, harmed fellow Disciples, betrayed the Buddha, and now, you still dare to ask this monk what crime you have committed?!”

“Fellow Disciples?” Xuanzang scoffed, his eyes, which always carried a hint of compassion, now filled with sarcasm, “Happy Buddha defiled others’ wives and daughters, used virgins as Cauldrons, and extracted Yin to supplement Yang! Moreover, he used the Buddhist banner to oppress common people and extort wealth outside!”

“Is this what Senior Martial Uncle calls ‘fellow Disciples’?!”

“Is this the ‘Buddha’ that your Little Thunderclap Temple believes in?!”

“If so…” He paused, his voice suddenly rising, echoing through the clouds!

“Such a Buddha, it’s better not to believe in!”

“Such a sect, it’s better not to join!”

“Presumptuous!” The old monk trembled with rage, “Stubborn and unrepentant! Today, this monk shall cleanse the sect on behalf of the Buddha!”

“Form the Formation!”

At his command!

The seventeen Vajra Luo Hans moved instantly!

Their figures shifted, their weapons brandished, forming an profound Formation that trapped Xiao Huohuo and his group within it!

The Formation glowed with Buddhist light, faintly drawing upon the power of heaven and earth, its Aura several times more terrifying than the combined efforts of the three Martial Venerables earlier.

“Brother Xiao, you all go first!”

Xuanzang let out a low cry, his body radiating Buddhist light, and the enraged Vajra apparition behind him burst forth!

“I’ll hold them off!”

“Go?” Xiao Huohuo grinned, hoisting the Xuan Heavy Ruler onto his shoulder, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

“Great Master Xuanzang, you truly underestimate the people of my Tai Xuan Immortal Sect.”

“They are merely eighteen Martial Emperors, not even enough to fill the gaps between my Senior Brother and Junior Sister’s teeth.”

“Kill!”

Xiao Huohuo, Ling Ke'er, Nanny, Yang Yi, and the experts from Burning Heaven attacked simultaneously.

Xiao Huohuo’s Ruler was overwhelmingly powerful, its flames soaring to the sky.

Ling Ke'er’s Sword was as cold as the moon, her Sword Qi crisscrossing.

Nanny’s hammer… uh, the little girl didn’t use a hammer this time, but directly brought out the Sky-Devouring Jar!

As the jar’s mouth opened, a terrifying devouring force erupted!

When several people joined forces, how terrifying was their Aura?!

The seemingly indestructible Luo Han Grand Formation showed faint signs of trembling under their assault.

“What?!”

Du'e and the seventeen Luo Hans behind him were greatly alarmed.

However, before they could react.

“Great Might Heavenly Dragon!”

Xuanzang seized this fleeting opening and attacked simultaneously.

The Grand Formation trembled even more violently.

Pressing on, Xiao Huohuo conjured the Buddha's Angry Flame Lotus.

“Not good! Retreat quickly!”

Xiao Huohuo would not miss this opportunity. His entire body surged with magical power, and two flame lotuses appeared in his hands simultaneously.

“Old bald donkeys! Here are two big treasures for you!”

…

A mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and in the distant Qian Du City, people on the streets suddenly felt the ground tremble slightly.

“An earthquake?!”

The scene shifted back to the present.

Having dealt with these eighteen flies, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But Xuanzang’s face still carried a hint of solemnity.

“This matter, I’m afraid, is not over yet.”

“The Martial Saint Old Ancestor of Little Thunderclap Temple, I’m afraid… is already on his way.”

Everyone felt a sense of unease upon hearing this.

“Ah, seriously.”

“It’s only been a few days, why are you in trouble again?”

A figure in a green robe stepped out of the Void Realm, appearing before everyone.

It was Lu Yuchen.

“Master!”

Xiao Huohuo, Ling Ke'er, and Nanny were all pleasantly surprised.

Xuanzang, however, looked at the young man who had suddenly appeared, whose Aura was unremarkable, his eyes filled with vigilance and confusion.

“This benefactor is…”

“Oh, I forgot to introduce him to you all.” Xiao Huohuo chuckled, pointing at Lu Yuchen with a proud look, “Great Master Xuanzang, this is the… Revered Master! whom we often mention to you!”

Revered Master?!

Xuanzang’s mind buzzed, instantly going blank.

He stared blankly at the young man who looked even younger than himself by a few years.

This… this is the peerless existence who cultivated several Purple Mansion Realm Prodigies?!

This… this is too young, isn’t it?!

Just as his mind was filled with shock and bewilderment, not knowing what to do.

Lu Yuchen, however, looked him up and down with interest, a playful curve on his lips.

“Great Sun Tathagata Sutra?”

“Great Might Heavenly Dragon Art?”

“Not bad, not bad.”

“That old fellow Arhat Fai Hai, at least he didn’t take all his skills into the coffin.”

Boom!

Arhat Fai Hai?!

Xuanzang was even more thunderstruck, completely dumbfounded!

He… how could he know?!

Could it be…

A thought, which he found somewhat absurd, uncontrollably surfaced.

Could it be that this person before him is an ancient Immortal from the same era as his Revered Master, Arhat Fai Hai, or even… of a higher seniority?!

“Senior… Senior…” Xuanzang’s voice trembled as he bowed respectfully to Lu Yuchen, “Do you… do you know my Revered Master?”

“Heh.” Lu Yuchen smiled profoundly, not answering, but simply casting his gaze towards the distant horizon.

“They’re here.”

Everyone was startled upon hearing this, and then their expressions changed drastically!

They saw golden streaks of light in the distant sky, shooting towards them at an indescribably fast speed.

Within those streaks of light, there was a terrifying pressure capable of changing the very color of heaven and earth!

Martial Saint!

The Old Ancestor of Little Thunderclap Temple had arrived!

“Master!”

Xiao Huohuo and the others were all on high alert.

Only Lu Yuchen remained as calm as ever.

He didn’t even bother to stand up, merely waved his sleeve casually at the approaching streaks of light, his fair, jade-like palm open forward.

“A piece of cake.”

The next instant.

A terrifying scene, one that would shock Xuanzang for a hundred, even ten thousand years, occurred!

The golden streaks of light, which had been so aggressive and imposing, were suddenly gripped tightly as if by an invisible, colossal hand from the heavens.

Lu Yuchen squeezed sharply.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Three soft sounds!

That Martial Saint Old Ancestor, who was capable of suppressing the entire Western Regions, couldn’t even utter a scream before he turned into three… dazzling blood mist fireworks in mid-air, like three flies being crushed.

Xuanzang: “…”

He looked at the blood mist, which was particularly dazzling in the sunlight, and then at the man in the green robe beside him, who still had a calm expression, as if he had only swatted a mosquito.

The string in his mind snapped with a “boing.”

His Dao Heart was about to shatter.

“So… so powerful!”

“Is this the Dao of Immortals?!”