209: Chapter 209 The World-Purifying and Demon-Subduing Pestle

Su Mo ignored the questions from the crowd, his gaze locked firmly onto Ye Qingshuang.

Although the "Baba" from just a moment ago was faint, it confirmed one thing for him.

The Ye Qingshuang before him was indeed the woman from back then, and she possessed her own consciousness, but it was being suppressed by something.

"Ye Qingshuang! Wake up!"

Su Mo let out a low roar, his voice containing the Power of Laws, as he attempted to awaken Ye Qingshuang's true self.

"Ugh, ahhh—!"

Ye Qingshuang let out a painful roar, and the shuttle-shaped mark between her brows fully manifested. A gray-white spiritual light instantly enveloped her entire body, calming her down, leaving no trace of clarity in her eyes.

She raised her eyes to look at Su Mo, her gaze as cold as if looking at an ant, and an ethereal, indifferent voice sounded from her mouth:

"How dare you ruin this seat's Dao Seed! You shall suffer eternal silence!"

"Form the array, execute this fellow!"

Following her command, the black-robed Cultivators kneeling around rose in unison, their eyes flashing with a gray-white luster as they quickly moved to form an arcane array.

Their auras connected, and their spiritual power flew into the air, condensing into an illusory short pestle.

Watching this scene, Su Mo's eyes turned completely cold.

Because from this illusory short pestle and the mark between Ye Qingshuang's brows, he sensed a trace of the Great Nirvana Buddha's aura.

But it was not quite the same.

The Great Nirvana Buddha's Nirvana was pure, cold, and carried a kind of high and mighty indifference.

Yet this short pestle and that mark were mixed with something different: fanaticism and despair.

Su Mo shifted his thoughts, and a figure instantly appeared beside him.

It was the Nirvana Incarnation, transformed from the ant Incarnation fused with a drop of Nirvana Origin blood.

At this moment, the Nirvana Incarnation was dressed in white monk robes, with a handsome and indifferent face, and a " 卍" symbol slowly rotating between its brows.

"Amitabha!"

It pressed its palms together, lowered its brows, and drooped its eyes, and the Buddhist chant rang clearly in everyone's heart.

As the Buddhist chant rang out, the short pestle condensed by hundreds of Eternal Silence cultists actually began to tremble violently.

The shuttle-shaped mark on Ye Qingshuang's brow also seemed to be stimulated, flashing wildly, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her cold face.

"My Lord... My Lord has returned?!"

After saying this, she suddenly shook her head:

"Impossible! My Lord has not truly revived yet..."

Kneeling on the ground, Ye Qingshuang seemed to have completely forgotten her hostility toward Su Mo. All her attention was focused on the Incarnation, and she finally muttered to herself, as if confirming:

"Such purity... such Origin... it cannot be wrong..."

Watching this absurd yet reasonable scene before him, a flash of understanding passed through Su Mo's eyes.

Sure enough, it had a connection to the Great Nirvana Buddha.

He communicated with the Incarnation through his thoughts.

The Nirvana Incarnation slowly raised its eyes, its indifferent gaze falling on Ye Qingshuang:

"Since you see Nirvana, why do you not bow?!"

This voice was incomparably majestic, carrying the oppressive aura unique to the Great Nirvana Buddha.

Ye Qingshuang's delicate body trembled, and the fanaticism on her face grew even more intense:

"world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle, pays respects to my Lord!"

Hearing this, Su Mo raised an eyebrow, suddenly understanding something.

"world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle?"

Could this thing just be the Great Nirvana Buddha's Magical Artifact, and its current state is controlling or parasitizing Ye Qingshuang's body?

No wonder her cultivation improved so quickly, and her consciousness was suppressed.

Thinking of this, Su Mo continued to control the Incarnation to say:

"world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle, since you recognize the Origin, do you know that you have been contaminated?"

The Incarnation pointed to the black-robed cultists around, their eyes filled with fanatical faith.

A look of confusion appeared on "Ye Qingshuang's" face:

"My Lord... this subordinate only knows that by absorbing the Power Of Will and suffering of all living beings, can one strengthen Nirvana and purify the world..."

"Wrong!"

The Incarnation's voice turned cold:

"This is a wrong path; you have walked onto the Evil Path! Open your mind, let this seat's Origin enter, and reshape your Buddha-nature!"

Su Mo struck while the iron was hot, preparing to take this opportunity to seize control of this Magical Artifact of the Great Nirvana Buddha.

The struggle on "Ye Qingshuang's" face intensified, but facing the command, the resistance within her body was being rapidly dismantled.

She trembled, opened her arms, and a point of gray-white spiritual light slowly emerged from her Dantian.

It was an illusory image of a short pestle full of cracks, but this short pestle seemed to be only half, the broken end was dilapidated, and it was permeated with a faint blood-colored aura.

It parasitized Ye Qingshuang's body, using her Physical Body as a hotbed to absorb the Power Of Will and suffering of all living beings, attempting to repair itself!

At this moment, this broken pestle image seemed about to detach from this shell and return to the Incarnation's hand.

Just at the moment when Su Mo thought he was about to succeed and was preparing to let the Incarnation take over.

A sudden change occurred—

The broken pestle image suddenly shook, and from one of the largest cracks, a dense blood-colored aura burst out.

The pestle image immediately returned into Ye Qingshuang's body, and an aura even more violent than before suddenly erupted.

"Wrong! You are not my Lord! You are a petty thief who steals the Origin!"

"How dare you covet this seat, you shall suffer eternal sinking!"

The mark between Ye Qingshuang's brows was visibly stained halfway by the blood color.

Damn it!

Su Mo cursed inwardly.

Why did it have to erupt now of all times? The Blood Sea Demon Venerable really knows how to cause trouble!

After a moment of thought, Su Mo prepared to use force.

He shifted his thoughts, and the buddhist light around the Nirvana Incarnation surged, no longer attempting gentle penetration, but transforming into an incomparably condensed beam of light that shot straight into Ye Qingshuang's brow.

In the span of a breath, bone-chilling cold air erupted from Ye Qingshuang's body, and rows of giant ice pillars rose from the ground, rapidly spreading outward in an attempt to isolate that beam of light.

But it was of no use at all.

The gap between the Soul Transformation Stage and the Body Integration Stage was no longer on the same dimension, and furthermore, the Origin contained in the Great Nirvana Buddha's source blood was terrifyingly high in essence.

That beam of light containing the Nirvana Origin faced the giant ice pillars without the slightest pause or loss.

It simply ignored the existence of the ice pillars, passed directly through them, and entered Ye Qingshuang's brow with pinpoint accuracy.

The shuttle-shaped mark instantly shattered, Ye Qingshuang's body trembled, her eyes became hollow, her delicate body went limp, and she collapsed toward the ground.

Su Mo reached out and grabbed the air, spiritual power supporting Ye Qingshuang's collapsing body, and slowly pulled her toward his side.

At the same time, the Incarnation reached out and beckoned, and the half of the world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle floated out from Ye Qingshuang's Dantian, hovering above its palm.

"It really is a broken Immortal Artifact..."

Su Mo examined this half of the short pestle, able to feel that its spirituality was greatly damaged because the Blood Sea Demon Venerable's aura was entwined upon it, causing the artifact spirit's consciousness to be very chaotic.

But Su Mo did not care in the slightest, slowly reaching out to touch it.

An artifact spirit can also be considered a life, right...

Hum!!

The instant his fingertip touched it, the artifact spirit's originally chaotic will instantly became hollow, and finally, it became incomparably obedient.

Su Mo looked at the broken short pestle in his hand with satisfaction; although it was only half and its power was greatly reduced, there must be the other half in the Eternal Silence Cult.