Chapter 1457: Chapter 603: The Three Sages
In the evening darkness, within the Bodhisattva’s Martial Hall, the collapsed temple ruins flowed with Buddha’s radiance, the waters of the Seven Treasures Pool rippled, the Reincarnation Black Lotus gently swayed, and from the Golden Gate engraved with swastika characters, four figures strode out.
"It’s actually him." Qin Ming remained calm, staring at the person behind the Buddha Son Miaodi.
The first time he saw this person, he was still a taciturn, bullied, and struggling young man; the next time, his inner spirit was calm, and his demeanor outstanding.
Today, seeing him again, dressed in a black robe, his eyes even deeper, exuding an imposing aura without anger, he had undergone a monumental transformation compared to the past.
Back then, as a teenager, he was often bullied, bruised all over, worried about food and clothing, and it wasn’t until the grandmother who raised him passed away that he entered the Thunder Fire Alchemy Hall, where his life’s trajectory took a sharp turn.
Qian Cheng’s fate shifted precisely because of that Thunder Fire, making him seem like a different person.
Qin Ming did not expect that venturing to the Outer Domain, he would encounter someone from Ye State.
However, he had no intention of acknowledging him, as they were not particularly close in the first place.
Moreover, Qian Cheng now seemed unfathomable; his methods and path most likely involved one of the Forbidden domains.
In Yujing’s great war against the outer regions, the Supreme Blood Battle concluded, transitioning from winter to summer in just over half a year, and yet Qian Cheng had traveled so far.
His true form now journeyed near the Great Leiyin Temple.
Qin Ming speculated that he must be aware of some ancient Mist Gate connected to the far away, allowing for swift travel.
Moreover, observing his demeanor and presence, his circumstances seemed quite good, walking alongside two imposing men, clearly regarded as honored guests of the Buddhist Sect.
Of course, there were also Buddha Sons who believed these three were unwelcome guests.
"Why did Brother Miaodi bring them here?" A young Buddha Son put his palms together, chanting a calming incantation, clearly displeased with the unwelcome guests.
Miao Wu smiled slightly, secretly transmitting his voice, saying, "Junior Brother, you don’t understand Brother Miaodi well enough. He profoundly understands the equality of all beings."
After all, being a Buddha Son, this young man quickly comprehended.
In a moment of realization, he said, "Brother Miaodi walked the ’Muddy Road’, and today he wants these unwelcome guests to walk it once too."
"Can they?" Some people doubted.
The three had significant backgrounds and were performing beyond expectations.
Those present were shocked by Zheng Guang’s age, yet still felt that in terms of dueling skills, he might not compare to the future "Great Saint" from the Demon Court.
What is a Great Saint? These words aren’t a realm but a universally acclaimed praise, revered beyond even the Ancient Saints.
It represents talent, limitless potential, and the prospect of one day standing at the pinnacle of a race.
"Miaodi and Zheng Guang dueled, lasting over a hundred moves in his hands."
"Miao Wu exerted everything against Mu Shiniang, but upon encountering the Wheel of Time, was instantly defeated and is still combating that terrible erosion."
"Zheng Guang showed mercy; otherwise, Miaodi wouldn’t have lasted that long."
"Miao Wu’s cultivation is inferior to Miaodi’s."
Some experts of the Buddhist Sect were comparing records, evaluating who would be weaker or stronger if the unwelcome guests from the Demon Court faced Zheng Guang.
The two individuals beside Qian Cheng had exceptionally outstanding temperaments.
Among them, the white-robed young man walked into the ruined Bodhisattva’s Dojo, Tao patterns spreading beneath his feet, seeds sprouting from the scorched earth under the broken walls, quickly growing into Spirit Vines enveloped in green mist, then swiftly blooming.
Yet, in an instant, the Spirit Vines withered, and the budding, vibrant flowers wilted upon blooming.
Then, the withered vines turned green again, re-growing and flourishing.
He shifted withering and flourishing at a thought, as if he could manipulate the Power of Time.
He is Mu Shiniang, tall and straight, his eyes shining like stars, the white robe highlighting his elegance and nobility, with a gentle smile, exuding significant approachability.
It’s known that his true form is the Time Beast, a kind of extremely terrifying Treasure Beast.
What is known as a Treasure Beast must be a rare creature with unfathomable abilities, possessing uncommon methods, extremely powerful individual strength, and, if not, why would it be deemed "Treasure"?
Just thinking of the fourth-ranked Strange Insect—Time Worm, it’s imaginable how terrifying the Time Beast is.
Authentic records show that Mu Shiniang’s Wheel of Time is somewhat insoluble.
Qin Ming was astonished, resonating with much information.
Even he was extremely wary of the Power of Time.
Ordinary beings can’t even touch such methods; it’s a domain accessible only to supreme masters.
"There are actually races inherently able to step into this domain, terrifying!" Qin Ming couldn’t help but exclaim.
However, he was not very fearful; in this world, no one can fully control the Power of Time.
Otherwise, the great figures in the supreme dojos like Bodhisattva, Heavenly God, and others would not have perished; everything has a lifespan, and no one can completely control time.
Even Time Worms and Time Beasts can’t do it; they merely pry into that kind of power.
In the end, they too will grow old and die.
The person beside Qian Cheng, on the other hand, was a very tall and imposing man, taller than ordinary people by two and a half heads, and, except for being slightly narrower, almost rivaled Xiang Yiwu’s big build.
Silver threads outlined his black clothing, like rivers of stars interwoven in the dark night sky.
This person was named Zhou Tian, also from the Demon Court, with a status similar to Mu Shiniang.
While visiting the Great Leiyin Temple, only Mu Shiniang sparred with the Buddha Son; Zhou Tian and Qian Cheng did not act.
As Qin Ming lifted his gaze and looked across, the three were also sizing him up.
By the Seven Treasures Pool, the Dharma Guardian Vajras all bore complex expressions, having recognized the newcomers’ identities; why was their destiny so different, even as fellow Demon Clan members?
