130: Chapter 130 Venerable Miaodi

"You... you are..." Head Monk Liansheng finally saw the face of the old monk before him and swallowed hard.

"Disciple Liansheng... pays respects to Venerable Miaodi! We respectfully welcome the return of the tenth-generation Head Monk!"

Head Monk Liansheng's voice rang in the ears of the four Monastic Monitors like a clap of thunder.

The tenth-generation Head Monk! Venerable Miaodi!

That legend of Kasyapa Temple, whom everyone believed had passed away a thousand years ago, had actually awakened and reappeared in the world just as the Sect was on the brink of collapse!

Tears filled the eyes of the four Monastic Monitors as they followed Head Monk Liansheng in performing a Buddhist salute toward the old monk.

In the sky, the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Profound Sect's expression suddenly changed, but he did not feel much dread toward this suddenly appearing Venerable Miaodi, even though the other party had easily neutralized his black spear.

After all, as the Grand Elder of a top-tier power on the Tianqi Continent, he had seen many experts; how could he possibly care about a Cultivator from a "backwater" like the East Profound Continent?

"Hmph! Nothing but cheap tricks!"

A flash of ruthlessness crossed the Grand Elder's eyes as he suddenly threw his hands open toward the sky!

Countless surges of spiritual power rushed frantically above him, and that terrifying pressure once again enveloped the entire Kasyapa Temple.

One, two, three...

In the blink of an eye, over a hundred black spears densely formed above his head.

The aura emanating from every single spear was not a bit weaker than the strike that had been enough to destroy the temple and the Sect earlier!

Over a hundred black spears hung above Kasyapa Temple, creating a dense, dark mass.

"How is this possible? Could this be his true strength?" The hope that had just risen within Head Monk Liansheng and the four Monastic Monitors was instantly crushed again.

Even though they were equally full of confidence in Venerable Miaodi's strength, the single spear summoned by the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Profound Sect earlier had been something they couldn't withstand even with all their might.

If these hundred or so black spears were to be launched all at once... the power would be unimaginable.

However, standing at the very front, Venerable Miaodi looked up at the Grand Elder in the Void Realm, his aged face remaining calm and unruffled.

"It seems you are still unwilling to repent, Benefactor! In that case, this old monk shall help you!!"

Venerable Miaodi pressed his palms together, and a "swastika" Buddhist seal suddenly appeared on his forehead. The Buddha-light radiating from his body grew more intense, even beginning to affect the hostile aura surrounding the Grand Elder.

Then, he raised his withered right hand and gave a gentle press toward the Void Realm ahead.

But with just this gentle press,

"Buzz!"

Between heaven and earth, throughout the entire Western Regions, a grand and boundless Sanskrit chant resonated simultaneously.

In a small town within the Western Regions, a young man was holding a bowl of freshly brewed medicine, preparing to feed his bedridden father.

Suddenly, his hand trembled slightly, and he looked toward the direction of Kasyapa Temple with suspicion.

"Huh!? Dad, did you hear a sound just now?"

"It seems... it really did seem like a voice rang in my ears just now." On the bed, a somewhat gaunt middle-aged man struggled to sit up, his gaze also turning toward the window. "Though I couldn't hear it clearly, I feel like my body has gained a bit more strength."

At this moment, the people of the entire Western Regions involuntarily put down what they were doing and all looked toward Kasyapa Temple.

And at the same time,

Following Venerable Miaodi's movement, a giant golden palm took shape in the Void Realm!

With the palm facing downward, it slowly descended.

That majestic momentum felt as if the entire sky were sinking.

"What? This bald donkey actually has such capability!" The Grand Elder's previously disdainful gaze completely changed at this moment.

The sense of threat brought by this yet-to-descend golden palm print was something he had only felt from one person: their Heavenly Sword Profound Sect's Sect Leader, Ling Juexiao!

"No... that's not right! This old bald donkey must be at the end of his rope! As long as I survive this one attack, he will surely die!" The Grand Elder glanced at the slowly descending golden palm print, his eyelids twitching incessantly.

Yet he still took a deep breath, suppressed the trace of unease in his heart, and violently swung both hands upward!

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Over a hundred black spears simultaneously turned into over a hundred streaks of black light, surging upward and fiercely shooting toward the slowly descending giant golden palm!

He would blast this deceptive palm, along with that old bald donkey's confidence, into dust!

However, the next scene left everyone dumbfounded.

Those incredibly powerful black spears, upon contacting the Buddha-light radiating from the golden palm print, were like ice and snow cast into a blazing furnace, decomposing silently!

The black energy on the spears quickly receded, transforming into tiny golden particles of light that merged back into the giant palm print!

"How... how is this possible?!" the Grand Elder cried out in shock, panic appearing on his face for the first time.

"No! I can't take this palm print head-on; otherwise, even with my Physical Body, I'll end up severely injured!"

At this moment, only one thought occupied the Grand Elder's mind: to temporarily avoid the brunt of the attack.

He believed that as long as he avoided this attack, the ultimate victor would still be him.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to move, he was startled to find that at some point, his entire body had been tightly entwined by countless golden threads as thin as gossamer!

They locked him firmly in place, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free in the slightest!

"Benefactor! Had you retreated at the beginning, you would have still had a chance. Unfortunately, you were too arrogant." Venerable Miaodi looked at the struggling Grand Elder and simply shook his head gently.

"No! You old bald donkey, release this seat at once!" The Grand Elder was both shocked and enraged, roaring frantically.

The spiritual power within his body erupted without reservation, attempting to shatter the golden threads entwined around him. But in the end, it was all in vain.

"Anger flares intensely, killing karma entangles, falling into boundless darkness, obstructing the Bodhi Righteous Path."

"Today, this old monk shall suppress you. I hope you can reflect in seclusion and eliminate your own sins."

"A hundred years from now, if this old monk determines you have attained clarity of mind and seen your true nature, I shall let you go."

Venerable Miaodi looked at the increasingly helpless Third Elder and gently clenched his right hand.

That golden palm print also slowly tightened, soon turning into a golden sphere of light that completely enveloped the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Profound Sect.

"No!! You old bald donkey, just you wait! Our Heavenly Sword Profound Sect will not let this matter rest!!"

The Grand Elder's final roar came to an abrupt halt.

The golden sphere grew smaller and smaller.

Soon, it became only the size of a hen's egg.

It landed steadily, finally coming to rest on Venerable Miaodi's open palm. On the surface of the sphere, a tiny figure could be vaguely seen, frozen in a posture of shock and fury.

"Amitabha!" Venerable Miaodi tucked the golden sphere of light into his sleeve and then softly chanted a Buddhist mantra.

Before the gates of Kasyapa Temple, there was a dead silence.

Head Monk Liansheng and the four Monastic Monitors all looked toward Venerable Miaodi at the same time.

"You few... follow this old monk!"