Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer Chapter 202 201: All Three Reserves Fall—Jinshan Temple Trul

The terrifying sword energy swept across hundreds of miles in an instant.

The sky was filled with swirling leaves and dust, where all particles were now radiating sharp brilliance.

Even the Celestial Extre Heaven and Earth Sword in Lin Heng's hand trembled slightly.

Lin Heng's eyes narrowed, and he directly threw the Immortal Sword. The fierce wind swept by, sending the sword spinning into the air.

"Kill!"

At this mont, Elder Gui Xu gave a command.

The countless sharp edges in the sky sward towards Ancestral Master Amaterasu like a plague of locusts.

The Celestial Extre Heaven and Earth Sword led the charge, breaking through everything in its path.

The crazed Ancestral Master Amaterasu suddenly sobered up as he felt the omnipresent, piercing sword energy.

"No... no!"

His pupils contracted violently as he watched the Celestial Extre Heaven and Earth Sword lead the sharp edges of the sky to pierce his body.

Yet he was powerless to stop it.

The tearing sounds were endless.

In an instant, Ancestral Master Amaterasu's half-step Celestial Human body had been pierced hundreds of thousands of tis.

"Rest!"

Elder Gui Xu calmly spoke, and the swirling objects in the sky gradually cald, as dust returned to dust, earth returned to earth, and everything settled to the ground.

All eyes were on Ancestral Master Amaterasu. This half-step Celestial Human and Jinshan Temple's oldest foundation was now trembling like a withered old man. Nurous Buddha Lights within his body quickly flowed out like fish swimming away.

"How could it be..."

"How could it be?"

Ancestral Master Amaterasu murmured in disbelief, as if unable to accept that even a half-step Celestial Human would fall.

With one last resentful glance at the young Observatory Master behind Elder Gui Xu, he said, "Jinshan Temple is finished..."

As the words fell,

his body disintegrated into dust, scattered into starry specks in an instant.

A gentle breeze blew, and it all vanished into nothing.

"Hiss..."

A few cultivators far away, having witnessed the fall of an ancient foundation, couldn't help but look at each other in shock, gasping for breath.

At this mont, the two elderly monks, Jie Sheng and Destruction, had utterly lost the will to fight.

Almost the instant Ancestral Master Amaterasu fell, the two fled towards the outside world in terror.

In truth, they also knew they were already near death; even if they escaped, they had at most ten days left to live.

But for so reason, as death approached, fear grew stronger in their hearts.

Or perhaps it was the instinct of life; even to live a mont longer, they did not wish to fall.

In response, Elder Gui Xu rely shook his head, then, with a thought, sent the surrounding sword energy charging forth.

Jie Sheng and Destruction, with no strength left to struggle, were pierced in mid-air, then shattered in despair and unwillingness on the spot!

"Heavens."

Those powerful figures, only a few dozen miles from where Jie Sheng and Destruction fell, felt it was as if they were right at the scene.

"We have witnessed history..."

"Three pillars of an ancient foundation, all fallen in one day, thousands of years of the Buddhist Saint Sect, Jinshan Temple is truly finished..."

They murmured in amazent, their hearts shaken.

Unexpectedly, at this mont, a terrifying power erupted in the distance.

"Hmm?"

The group looked on in surprise towards the battlefield where two were fighting against one.

Elder Gui Xu furrowed his brow and quickly moved to Lin Heng's side to guard against any accidents.

Lin Heng looked serious, his gaze penetrating the clouds to see what was happening.

At this mont, the young monk of Little Suru Mountain was being severely beaten, and unable to escape, he was forced to take out a Lotus Platform.

It was his life-saving holy artifact!

Once thrown into the sky, the Lotus Platform blossod with eight hundred petals, emitting blinding Buddha Light, manifesting various celestial visions that ford a pillar of light ascending to the heavens.

Illusionary Mustard Seed desperately plunged into the Buddha Lotus Light Pillar.

Ancestral Master Lian Zhou and Ancestral Master Chao Ling's eyes narrowed, and they hastily moved to obstruct, but the eight hundred lotus petals shot forth violently.

Both of their foundations blocked in haste.

Once all eight hundred lotus petals were destroyed, Illusionary Mustard Seed was nowhere in sight, and the pillar of light gradually faded, leaving only a rift in the sky.

"Damn it, what on earth was that technique? He managed to escape!"

Ancestral Master Lian Zhou was sowhat annoyed.

Ancestral Master Chao Ling also worriedly said, "That young one with profound cultivation and such a secret treasure by his side, it seems his status in Little Suru Mountain is indeed extraordinary."

"Having let him escape, I'm afraid he will beco a great enemy to the Daoist Sect in the future, alas..."

Both sighed.

Yet as their gaze returned to that young Daoist, their hearts imdiately cleared.

"Indeed, that young monk is remarkable, but compared to our junior, he still pales." Ancestral Master Chao Ling praised without reservation.

"Indeed!"

Ancestral Master Lian Zhou smiled, landing back on the ground and imdiately asked, "Young friend, how are your injuries?"

Lin Heng struggled sowhat to get up and smiled:

"Not life-threatening."

Then he solemnly bowed to the three before him and said, "Junior Lin Heng of Qingfeng Temple pays respects to the three seniors. Thank you for your rescue. May I ask the honored nas of the three seniors?"

The three smiled at each other upon hearing this and then introduced themselves one after another:

"Eighth-generation Sect Leader of Wudang, Chao Ling."

"Twelfth-generation Sect Leader of Wudang, Gui Xu."

"Twenty-seventh-generation Sect Leader of Wudang, Lian Zhou."

"Much obliged!"

Lin Heng's expression turned serious upon hearing this and once again bowed deeply, saying: "To think these are the ancestral masters of Wudang's foundation. For the three seniors to risk their lives to rescue , this junior feels deeply ashad..."

Lin Heng's eyes held a mix of emotions, as these three had erged for his sake, leaving him feeling both apologetic and grateful.

However, the three also expressed their own sense of guilt, shaking their heads repeatedly:

"Young friend, you should not feel ashad. You stood alone to revive Daoism and repeatedly faced persecution from the Buddhist Sect, yet we remained unaware."

"If anyone should feel guilty, it should be us."

"Had it not been for the appearance of our master's elder, our Human Daoist Lineage may have lost a leader for revival today..."

Ancestral Master Lian Zhou spoke with a guilty tone.

Upon hearing this, Lin Heng looked thoughtfully at the sky, speaking gravely:

"Could it be just now that the Daoist sage was indeed Master Zhang, the progenitor of Wudang's prosperity?"

Ancestral Master Lian Zhou nodded: "Indeed it was!"

Lin Heng was moved in spirit and looked up to the skies, speaking loudly:

"Many thanks to Master Zhang from Wudang!"

The clouds in the sky rolled, though there was no reply, surely the one in the heavens had seen.

"Speaking of which, young friend, to confront Jinshan Temple by yourself, isn't that being too bold?" Ancestral Master Lian Zhou expressed his amazent at this ti.

Lin Heng nodded: "I acted impulsively out of indignation. I will not be so reckless in the future."

Today's events were indeed perilous. If not for Master Zhang's appearance summoning these three of Wudang's foundation.

I would have truly fallen here.

Upon hearing this, Ancestral Master Lian Zhou praised once more, "However, you were incredibly fierce, managing to crash through Jinshan Temple alone. If not for the ambush from Little Suru Mountain's monk, this millennia-old Saint Sect might have truly been toppled by you alone!"