Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1723: Chapter 1330: Secret of Heaven’s Tears! The Great Calamity!

It is often said that fortune-tellers cannot foresee their own fate, is this akin to how those skilled in swimming drown in water, and those skilled in martial arts die under fist?

As the saying goes, those who understand the easy do not divine, those who are skilled in the easy do not consult.

Liao Rushen cannot foresee the transformation his own fate will undergo in the Ying Country!

Just like the hidden world expert who has stepped into half-step Breaking Realm, ’The Twelfth Horror’ cannot foresee that his two sons would become his greatest ordeal in life.

So, after the fall of the World Association, the Mud Buddha who chose complete seclusion never imagined that one day he would be found by an expert and invited back into the world.

Someone who can find the Mud Buddha must be more brilliant than the Mud Buddha.

Once Jiang Dali mobilized the entire Black Wind Village, searching across vassal states for the whereabouts of the Mud Buddha was to no avail, as fortune-telling Heavenly Masters have truly reached the status of ’Outer World Experts’, finding them is entirely a matter of personal fortune and encounter, not to be forced.

But there is an exception, which is by using a similar mathematical and geomantic method to locate their fate, one can ultimately find them.

Since the deaths of Tianji Twelve and the All-knowing Madman, few in the world have been able to locate the Mud Buddha through the art of fate.

Initially, there was some hope in the Ghost Valley Sect, however, as the sect is passed down to this day, though experts appear in droves, the most formidable are only comparable to Liao Rushen and cannot be deemed Outer World Experts.

There are only two exceptions, these two are enigmatic figures that even the All-knowing Madman could not fathom—Shakyamuni and The Twelfth Horror!

Now that Shakyamuni is dead, the only one who can find the Mud Buddha is the world’s most mysterious The Twelfth Horror.

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Deep brown mountain peaks hidden among white clouds, everything appears gentle and shy, like a reserved maiden waiting for her most hoped-for lover to appear.

Who is that lover?

The mountain peak’s lover is sunlight, when the brilliant sunlight passes through white clouds and paints a faint rose color on the peak, it resembles the blush on a maiden’s face.

This is Tianzhu’s ’Broken Sun Peak’!

The world knows Broken Sun Peak’s scenery is beautiful, but they do not know beneath the peak lies a secret place known as ’Ten Thousand Year Tears Spring’.

There are many rumors about Broken Sun Peak, one of which says that whenever a great storm arises and the sun does not come out, Broken Sun Peak becomes dim and is washed by the harsh wind and relentless rain.

At this time, just like a reserved maiden eager for her lover’s arrival but unable to wait, tears stream down her face, crying ceaselessly, and the tears flow down the mountain into ’Ten Thousand Year Tears Spring’, turning the peak into Tears Mark Peak, which is when the secret place ’Ten Thousand Year Tears Spring’ opens. (Purely a story fabricated by the author, no need to take it seriously.)

Few have ventured to the secret place ’Ten Thousand Year Tears Spring’ under Broken Sun Peak, nor would they know the great secret hidden beneath ’Ten Thousand Year Tears Spring’, a terrifying secret about the ’Heavens’ crying.

Can the heavens cry?

Who has seen it, who knows.

Those who once knew recorded this horrifying event, naming it—’Heavenly Tears Scripture’!

Now, those who know, because they have learned too much about the secrets of heavens, have revealed too many heavenly mechanisms, are exhausted and pained, constantly hiding in the isolated secret place of Ten Thousand Year Tears Spring.

However, one day, an elderly figure suddenly appeared on the mountain path of Broken Sun Peak, soaring through the air, his toes touching a sharp peak rock as he ascended like a bird, leaping over the crest and directly descending into the unfathomable Ten Thousand Year Tears Spring.

In the cold, whistling wind, he moves like a meteor, breaking through the layers of clouds and mist below, plunging down countless yards before finally seeing a deep cavern below, where faint water light reveals itself, it is none other than the tear spring.

It turns out that the reason people find Ten Thousand Year Tears Spring difficult to see is because beneath Broken Sun Peak, clouds and mist enshroud the area, making it impossible for even the most skilled Qinggong practitioners to freely move up and down the sheer cliff, nor can they find direction amidst the fog, accurately locating the tears spring.

Only during storms and heavy rains, when clouds and mist are blown away, can people see clearly, but even so, unless possessing extraordinary Qinggong skills, they also struggle to find the tears spring.

But this elderly figure who suddenly appeared, amidst the swirling mist, seemed to be traversing the void, precisely locating the tears spring, enhancing his Qinggong to the limit, in an instant, like a meteor, vanishing into the cavern of the tear spring.

Fire Shimmer’s light flickered briefly in the cavern, followed by a soft, filled with helpless sigh.

"I have hidden myself here, why do experts still seek for me bitterly, could it be, that this is Heavenly Will? Such is the way of Heavenly Will playing tricks!"

Another ancient and deep voice echoed from within the cavern.

"Heavenly Will is not human will, human will surpasses Heavenly Will. This is what the Holy Dynasty Emperor said back then, the heavens once cried for humans, meaning the heavens changed for human will. Mud Buddha, escaping is futile. Since I have found you, the only thing you can do is face it, think with me about how to combat the thousand-year-old disaster!"

Mud Buddha coughed a few times, his throat sounding as if clogged by phlegm that needed immediate expulsion.

After a while, he gasped heavily a few times, utterly exhausted, "If it must happen, why bother hindering it repeatedly?

All-knowing Madman and I alike have already mastered all the profound mysteries of the Divine Continent’s major mysticism lines, from fate divination to palm reading, even Qimen Dunjia refined to perfection.

But in this vast vassal state, there were two people whom even the All-knowing Madman could not fathom. One was the Heavenly Gate Master Shakyamuni, the other is you—The Twelfth Horror!

Only when I witnessed many of the cryptic characters within the Heavenly Tears Scripture, especially the first character of the heavens and earth since creation, did I obtain a power surpassing all these fortune-tellers’ ’foreknowledge’.

After obtaining the divine power to foresee all things in the world, I naturally understand the origins of Shakyamuni and you, and thus know what the thousand-year-old disaster you fear truly is. But in my view, what you call the thousand-year-old disaster is just your personal calamity."

"My personal calamity?"

The Twelfth Horror’s voice carried a tone of doubt.

"Indeed!"

Mud Buddha rasped a few breaths before speaking with deep doubt and concern, "All-knowing Madman cannot see through some people, yet I can. But to this day, there are only two people in this world whom I cannot see through, and only one of them is in the vassal states.

If a true thousand-year-old disaster, one that sweeps across the world, were to occur, I surmise it would be related to this person."

"Oh!?"

The atmosphere in the entire cave suddenly became oppressive, a terrifying momentum so overwhelming that the entire cave seemed frozen, demonstrating the grave seriousness of The Twelfth Horror.

He couldn’t help but be serious, knowing that a person Mud Buddha cannot see through is the one whom even the first miraculous character in the world cannot unveil.

To know that first character in the world, created by Cang Jie, at the time of its invention, the heavens weeped, brewing a terrifying power of creation.

If such a character cannot be foreseen and unveiled, then in the Holy Dynasty, it must be the Holy Dynasty Emperor, an extraordinary man who once caused chaos across the world and the Hundred Countries to compete for supremacy. Saying this person can cause a thousand-year-old disaster is indeed no exaggeration.

Who might it be in the vassal states?

"The one in the vassal states is the Black Wind Village Chief—Jiang Dali!"

Mud Buddha revealed the heavenly secret with one sentence, his body covered in sores suddenly burst open, an explosion of stench and painful screams erupted in the cave.

In haste, The Twelfth Horror intervened, using his half-step Breaking Realm power and special bloodline to forcefully extend Mud Buddha’s life, urgently asking, "If the true thousand-year-old disaster is indeed related to the Black Wind Village Chief, should we kill him immediately to prevent the disaster from happening?"

After a brief moment, Mud Buddha, bleeding and oozing from his pores, gasped with his voice weak as a mosquito’s hum, uttering ten critical words.

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"Achoo!"

Jiang Dali sneezed suddenly, the expelled air burst out like a gale, instantly flipping the documents on the table, toppling cups, and scattering desktop items ’clang’ on the floor. The commotion so massive even stirred a breeze in the room, gently swaying the screen.

The maid outside the screen’s bead curtain hurriedly walked in, anxiously tidying up the chaotic scene, unsure whether the Village Chief had lost his temper or merely sneezed by accident.

"Hmm....."

Jiang Dali rubbed his nose with a strange expression, secretly pondering why he suddenly felt a sense of unrest as if being watched, motioning with his hand.

Immediately, a petite maid no older than seventeen or eighteen walked out with a tray, upon which was placed a freshly brewed fragrant tea prepared every quarter-hour.

Jiang Dali casually took the tea and drank a mouthful, his expression slowly growing solemn as he put down the teacup, gazing at the maid serving him by the side, showing a pondering look, wondering why he felt so uneasy just now. Could it be someone harbored ill intentions against him?

"Strange! To such a strong degree that I felt a response, if someone indeed harbors ill intentions, then their strength must be incredibly terrifying. Among the vassal states, who possesses such strength? Could it be the Xuanhua Ship Master? Or perhaps... someone from the Holy Dynasty?"

As he pondered, the maid who met his gaze gradually blushed, her hands holding the tray trembling, lowering her head in shyness, her chin nearly touching her slightly swollen chest.

Suddenly, Jiang Dali snapped out of it, glancing at the embarrassed maid, seeing her charming and restrained demeanor, he smiled and asked, "From where within the gang were you selected to serve me as the Village Chief?"

Hearing this, the maid hurriedly replied, "This servant, this servant was once under Mrs. Li at Manduo Villa, recommended and chosen by Boss Gao to serve you."

"Manduo Villa ah..."

Jiang Dali couldn’t help but think of Wang Yuyan, looking out the window to the sky where morning light began to appear, knowing that a new batch of Players were about to enter, he immediately smiled and stood up, saying, "Get up. Accompany me for a walk outside."

"Yes!"

Two maids quickly got busy, draping a cloak over Jiang Dali, respectfully following behind the Great Village Chief, walking out of the office, strolling through the winding corridors.

The entire Dragon Tiger Gang was filled with hidden and visible sentinels.

As Jiang Dali emerged from the office, it seemed to signal the entire gang to swiftly activate.

Many senior members of the gang received this news, immediately rising from meditation or sleep, taking their positions, preparing for the major event to unfold today...

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