Chapter 410: Chapter 275: Source of the Xian Fire Lamp, We Too Walk Different Paths to the Same End
CLANG! CLANG!
It was a sound like striking metal. Though there was nothing there, the Prayer Beads were stopped in their tracks. At the same time, an illusory eyeball suddenly appeared, glanced at him, and then vanished in a flash.
The fleeting glimpse made the Abbot raise his eyebrows.
’Something’s strange about this place!’
’Could this be a secret exit from the Grand View Cave Zen?’
His heart leaped with joy. He guessed he might have stumbled upon a hidden exit. Glancing around, he saw that no one had noticed him. It was the perfect chance to slip away.
’Instead of being trapped in the Grand View Cave Zen, unable to do anything, I might as well get out and find something else to do.’
With this in mind, he immediately walked up to the invisible wall and reached out. Sure enough, his palm touched a substance as soft as cotton.
’Open!’
A massive amount of Mana poured from his hand, flooding into the invisible wall in an attempt to destroy it.
But the next moment, a hand shot out and suddenly clamped around his neck. A look of terror instantly appeared on the Abbot’s face.
"How audacious! You, a mere Corpse Transformation, dare to disturb my peace and provoke me? Such insolence! You deserve to die!"
A man’s harsh shout rang out. Abruptly, countless motes of Golden Dust, like a vast sea of clouds, surged madly into the Abbot’s body. He couldn’t even struggle. In the blink of an eye, he was reduced to a pile of scattered ash.
After casually dispatching the Corpse Transformation and absorbing its Demon Barrier into the Xian Shrine, Yang An revealed himself.
After advancing to the Zombie God realm, the pure Mana he could refine from the Demon Barrier of a Corpse Transformation was minuscule. It was like a chicken rib—tasteless to eat, yet a pity to discard.
Stepping out from the cover of the Xian, he saw that not many people were left in the Grand View Cave Zen. The sky was about to brighten; his timing was perfect. Indeed, entering the Xian Origin Land to achieve his breakthrough had been the right decision.
Yang An knew very well that since he was currently unable to fuse the Forbidden Artifact Fragments, no matter how many people he killed or how many Demon Barriers he absorbed to refine pure Mana, his Cultivation Level would, at best, reach the Perfection of the Early Stage of Zombie God. He wouldn’t be able to break through to the Middle Stage.
Therefore, Yang An decided to first deal with the people inside the Grand View Cave Zen, and then go search for the whereabouts of the stolen resources. Whether it was the Demon Barriers needed to raise his Cultivation Level now, or resources for his future cultivation, he wanted it all.
"Help me kill all these Corpse Transformations."
After leaving a new command for the monster he had summoned, Yang An headed toward the center of the Grand View Cave Zen.
’Every little bit counts. I have no intention of letting those Corpse Transformations go. If the summoned monster can handle them, all the better. If not, it doesn’t matter.’
’Besides, it’s the one doing the killing, not me.’
Previously, his strength had been insufficient, and he lacked the ability to fight a group of Zombie Gods. But things were different now.
Everyone here was a Zombie God, and no one could use the Power of Rules. The scales of advantage had already tipped.
Even if these Zombie Gods didn’t know the full story of who took the resources from the Grand View Cave Zen, they certainly knew a thing or two. The resources might even be on their persons right now.
’Today, not a single one of them will escape!’
RUMBLE—
Above the gray mist, vast black clouds gathered, so thick that not even the first light of dawn could pierce through. Thunder rumbled, and in an instant, a torrential downpour began.
The rain poured down, but it was black and emitted a foul stench.
Amidst the wind and rain, a colossal, illusory Bodhisattva stood tall. Dozens of pairs of arms, a dense and tightly packed forest of them, sprouted from its back.
As the rain fell upon the illusory Bodhisattva, it immediately left behind filthy streaks. The once-solid projection began to turn visibly ephemeral.
And just below the thick black clouds, a bald Zen Master was currently levitating. He was completely naked, but twisted tendrils of flesh and blood connected his body to the clouds above.
"My dear martial brothers, you must savor this Polluted Heaven Rain Technique of mine. If you can’t hold on, just let me know. I’ll be happy to send you on your way.
Everything in this Grand Spectacle Battle Technique will ultimately be mine for the taking. I advise you all to be sensible and yield."
The various Zombie Gods, who had just been fighting amongst themselves, were now all helplessly awaiting their doom in the torrential storm. This Technique was simply too terrifying.
When the filthy rain fell, it even severed their connection to their Mana. They had no way to fly up and strike that man down. The Mana within their bodies was rapidly depleting, rendering their defensive measures useless.
This Technique, unleashed by the Zen Master in the sky, was not the Power of Rules, but its effect was so potent it mimicked it, suppressing the entire field.
In just a few blinks of an eye, the once-massive illusory Bodhisattva had become extremely faint and listless, to say nothing of the others.
Those who tried to resist with their physical bodies were quickly defiled by the rain. They couldn’t even withstand it physically and were in unbearable agony.
The Zen Master connected to the black clouds began to laugh wildly. Before long, he would be the last one standing in the Grand Spectacle Battle Technique, and everything would be his.
He was confident that no one could withstand his killing move, the Polluted Heaven Rain Technique.
But the next moment, a figure suddenly flickered into existence before him. Bathed in the light of Golden Dust, he stood there, quietly watching.
Countless drops of filthy rain fell upon him, but before they could even touch his body, the Dust on his skin’s surface instantly evaporated them into black smoke.
Seeing the sudden arrival, the bald Zen Master froze, his laughter dying abruptly.
"Buddha’s Son?"
The newcomer was indeed Yang An. The reason he had sought this man out first was simply because he was too conspicuous.
A naked jackass hanging in the sky—it was an assault on the eyes.
Moreover, while the foul-smelling rain couldn’t harm him, he loathed the stench. He had no desire to move through a downpour of reeking water; the smell would stick to him.
So, he decided... to kill this guy first.
But before killing him, he had one more question.
"Do you know who took the things from the Grand View Cave Zen?"
Yang An asked, his face devoid of expression.
