Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer Chapter 297 - 296: Tens of Thousands of Monks Perish—Was Tha

The Saint Master was taken aback, seemingly realizing sothing, and shouted angrily:

"How dare you!"

Lin Heng laughed.

"What is there that I do not dare?"

Without any hesitation, Lin Heng wielded the Demon Suppression Sword, striking directly at the Fortune Lotus Pool.

Sword Qi raged wildly.

The fortune within the lotus pool surged tumultuously, and in an instant, thirty-two Fortune Lotuses were annihilated.

The Saint Master, witnessing this scene, was furious, almost to the point of tears.

It must be understood that the Human World Buddhism’s fortune directly affects his status upon ascending to the Upper Realm!

Just like Fa Hai, what does high talent in cultivation an?

What does it an to be invincible in the world?

Even if he ascends, he is only an Arhat!

But if he leads the Human World Buddhism to ascend, with the Great Fortune bestowed upon him, he can establish his own base there.

Just like the legendary Putuo Mountain, Luojia Mountain, and others, they are all Bodhisattva Dojos.

And if he leads Little Suru Mountain, he too can achieve the Bodhisattva Fruit Position in the Upper Realm!

This is the fundantal reason why, although he had the strength to ascend long ago, he chose to lead the Human World Buddhism to ascend together!

"Stop!"

"Stop this instant!"

The Saint Master roared, his anger reaching the heavens.

However, Lin Heng paid him no heed and continued to swing the Demon Suppression Sword, which shone with divine light, relentlessly.

With each slash, another Fortune Buddha Lotus was obliterated.

And as the fortune scattered, the imnse Little Suru Mountain began to quake violently.

It was originally just a few hundred ters away from the Celestial Cave.

Yet it stubbornly could not rise any further.

On the contrary, it showed signs of imminent collapse.

"What are you doing? Stop, stop!!"

Many monks were furious, their eyes wide with rage.

"We have struggled so hard to reach the Western Heaven Paradise, how dare you ruin our grand enterprise?"

"Brothers, let’s attack together; we must not allow him to sever our Buddhist fortune!"

The monks seed to have gone insane.

Led by elders, they ford a grand array, wielding the Swastika Seal, trying to drive away the disruptive Daoist.

Lin Heng’s gaze grew colder.

"Want to ascend to the Western Heaven? Why make it so complicated?"

"Let send you on your way!"

Lin Heng swung his sword towards the Myriad Monks Grand Array.

There was no room for suspense.

Like autumn leaves swept by the wind or a wildfire across the plain.

The grand array could not withstand even a casual strike from Lin Heng, and under a force beyond that of an ordinary Immortal, it disintegrated like dust.

Tens of thousands of monks didn’t even have ti to scream before they were reduced to ashes!

"Hiss..."

Such a terrifying scene made hundreds of thousands of monks gasp in horror.

Their gazes towards Lin Heng turned to pure terror.

Although they were all aware of the frightening strength of the Observatory Master of Qingfeng, the annihilation of ten thousand people with one sword stroke was the most direct illustration of it.

"You have brought such carnage; are you not afraid of karmic retribution, never to attain the Righteous Dao?"

The Saint Master, full of anger, loudly rebuked.

Hundreds of thousands of monks agreed, but at this mont, they dared not make a sound, only glaring resentfully at the Daoist.

Amidst all the attention, Lin Heng spoke with a stoic expression.

"I have always acted in life with a clear conscience."

"As for today’s killing, should it truly incur karmic retribution..."

Lin Heng paused, then his voice thundered like a storm.

"Then let it co!"

"What do I have to fear?"

As he spoke, the Demon Suppression Sword ca crashing down, completely destroying the Fortune Lotus Pool of Little Suru Mountain.

All Fortune Golden Lotuses turned to ashes.

Simultaneously, the entire Little Suru Mountain began to quiver, the ground splitting apart, causing chaos.

Even the Heaven-Reaching light pillar began to descend along with Little Suru Mountain.

The Saint Master looked up at the sky, his face a mask of rage.

But he dared not fight Lin Heng any further.

With a deep breath, the Saint Master, filled with grief and indignation, looked at Lin Heng:

"Rember, when we reach the Upper Realm, you will wish for death for what you have done today!"

Having said that, without any hesitation, he struck downward.

With a crack, the connection between the Heaven-Reaching light pillar and Little Suru Mountain was severed.

The Saint Master ascended.

The hundreds of thousands of monks fell.

"No, no!"

"Saint Master!!"

"Please, take us with you, take us with you!"

Countless cries echoed through the sky, filled with despair and pleading.

The Saint Master responded with only one line.

"Rember, your deaths are caused by him!"

Then, expressionless, the Saint Master ignored the Human World Buddhism.

Protected by the Heaven-Reaching light pillar, he flew into the Celestial Cave.

The revival of the Underworld had broken the rules of ascension.

And no great calamity followed.

Before leaving, the Saint Master turned back, casting a cold glance at Lin Heng.

"Vengeance in the Human World will be settled in the heavens!"

Lin Heng calmly replied, "Very well!"

A flash of light.

The Saint Master vanished into the Celestial Cave.

Imdiately after, the Celestial Cave began to close, and all the light pillars disappeared without a trace.

What remained.

Was just a rapidly falling Little Suru Mountain.

Mid-air.

Little Suru Mountain shattered completely, splitting into pieces.

Hundreds of thousands of monks, caught in chaos, fell one after another.

Fortunately, once the Fortune Lotus Pool was destroyed, the protective Buddha Lotuses that aided in ascension also disappeared.

Thus, during the fall, there was no terrifying golden light to shred them.

Yet among the entire Human World Buddhism, few were monks who could fly through the air.

The vast majority of monks, amidst desperate screams, fell to the ground.

From afar, it looked like dumplings dropping into a pot.

One after another, raising clouds of dust, crashing into pulp.

And those with substantial cultivation, although they could control their flight, found themselves amidst a sky filled with fragnts of Little Suru Mountain.

It was like an apocalyptic teor shower.

Countless people, before even hitting the ground, were already smashed to bits mid-air.

This scene could only be described as unprecedented.

In an instant, it beca a sea of corpses and blood.

"Ugh..."

Many cultivators, witnessing the hellish scene, could not help but feel their stomachs churn.

It was unavoidable.

Though cultivators are accustod to life and death, their ntality shouldn’t have wavered.

But the grueso sights before them were too horrifying, entirely beyond compare.

Realize that this was no mundane battlefield.

It was a colossal failure of mass ascension, the simultaneous demise of hundreds of thousands of monks.

Desperate, unwilling wails that seed to shake the heavens and earth.

"Thankfully... we weren’t up there..."

Countless cultivators, who had previously begged the Saint Master to take them along, shivered with cold sweat.

Many eyes focused on the figure up in the sky.

The Daoist Robe fluttered subtly in the wind, yet the Daoist remained unmoved.

He looked indifferently at the events unfolding, never attempting to save a single person.

"Isn’t that Daoist a bit too cruel?"

So young cultivators couldn’t help but frown, their voices filled with complexity.

"Cruel?"

So elder cultivators chuckled bitterly, shaking their heads, murmuring:

"If he lacked the strength and was slain by Fa Hai."

"Then the ones perishing now would be the entire Human Daoist Lineage."

"Buddhism has reached this stage, nothing can be done..."

Many sighed lantably.

But at this mont, Lin Heng furrowed his brow with a peculiar expression.

He suddenly felt countless cries echoing by his ears.