Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer Chapter 326 - 325: Is This the Fate of All Hidden Dragon Dyn

The Divine Soul of the Immortal Monk attempted to flee, only to be extinguished by Lin Heng with a casual slap.

From beginning to end.

There was no battle to speak of between the two.

Purely a crushing of ants.

This was not only because of the vast difference between a Celestial Immortal and a Profound Immortal, but also because Lin Heng’s Celestial Immortal Realm was unlike anyone else’s.

Under the cleansing of Great Fortune and Daoist Purple Qi.

In the sa realm, Lin Heng was hardly without opponents, let alone crushing those of lower realms.

[Congratulations to the host, for slaying a Profound Immortal, cultivation 1000000000000]

"There’s actually a reward?"

The sudden caption in his mind made Lin Heng sowhat pleasantly surprised.

It must be known that when he was in the Lower Realm, slaying mbers of the Buddhist Sect did not yield cultivation rewards.

"Could it be that the reward mode is different now that I’m in the Upper Realm?"

"But when I slew that woman on Fla Island, there was no reward either..."

Lin Heng pondered in confusion, and after so thought, he suddenly realized.

"It’s the Demon!"

"Those two demons earlier, there’s a high chance they were reared by him."

"Trying to deceive people into faith with this thod, but it also causes karmic ties with the sins of the demons, so he actually bears karmic force as well!"

Understanding this, Lin Heng couldn’t help but show a disdainful smile.

In the Upper Realm, celestial Buddhas are countless, most walking the path of incense and faith.

So it is definitely not uncommon for bald monks like this to rear demons, occasionally causing harm, then appearing in ti to create a benevolent and compassionate image!

And in this way.

It has also given Lin Heng another option to enhance his strength.

Speaking of which.

Lin Heng had always been puzzled when reading Journey to the West in his previous life.

Why is it that the closer to the Western Heaven, the more rampant the demons?

Even at the foot of Lingshan, there’s the terrifying incident at Shituo Ridge of swallowing millions?

Having co to the Upper Realm now.

Lin Heng truly understands.

Demons are sotis just tools for certain existences.

Pulling back his thoughts, Lin Heng began searching the bald monk’s body, soon finding a Suru Ring.

The restriction of the Spatial Magical Artifact was akin to nothing in the face of absolute strength.

Lin Heng easily broke it open.

Then, without any hesitation, he poured out everything inside.

Amongst the piled-up Magical Treasures, there was a letter flowing with Immortal Light placed in a box, which Lin Heng retrieved.

He intended to see its contents.

But the letter had been magically protected, only the recipient could view it.

Forcing a peek with external power

would only cause the letter to be burned.

"Oh well."

Lin Heng put the letter away, along with all the bald monk’s treasures, packed together, then calmly said to himself:

"Perfect, let deliver this letter as a humble Daoist."

"In this way, I can directly ask that State Preceptor for help."

Although Yan Tong had given him a token, by handing it over to the Supre, he could also ask for the State Preceptor’s assistance.

But given Lin Heng’s unique identity, being exposed and implicating Yan Tong was not his wish.

Without delay, Lin Heng continued on his journey.

...

On the other side.

Hidden Dragon Imperial City.

The current Imperial Capital has completely shed any traces of the scientific era.

Everything here resembles the Celestial Court of mythology.

Under the Imperial Dynasty’s fortune, the Golden Throne Palace hovered amidst the clouds.

Most ministers within the palace possessed Immortal Power.

As for the Supre of days past, there was no need to ntion; in a hundred years, he had long transford.

Even without relying on fortune, he was genuinely an Emperor of the Profound Immortal Realm!

However, even as the ruler of the Imperial Dynasty, when facing Zen Master Baoguan in the palace, he still had to endure patiently.

"So, the State Preceptor ans, all those people must be killed?"

"Indeed."

Zen Master Baoguan’s expression was indifferent.

The Supre felt sowhat helpless: "Over the past three years, the State Preceptor has sacrificed tens of thousands of my dynasty’s forr subjects to the heavens."

"And now wants to kill another thousand or so, surely there must be a suitable reason?"

Zen Master Baoguan pressed his palms together, smiling: "Haven’t I already inford your Majesty? Those people are all entangled by Heart Demons, unable to be converted."

"Only by sacrifice to the heavens, can the Heart Demons be dispelled, ensuring my Hidden Dragon Dynasty’s prosperity."

"Is this reason not sufficient enough?"

His conduct was respectful, but it was easy to hear a few signs of autocratic behavior in his speech.

The Supre hesitated, then proposed: "Could you give them one more chance? If they still remain obstinate, it’s not too late to kill them afterward..."

Upon hearing this, Zen Master Baoguan could not help but squint his eyes slightly.

"If your Majesty wishes to show rcy, a humble monk naturally dares not obstruct."

"But I must remind your Majesty, Venerable Suru is constantly watching here."

"If he finds out that there are still so many people privately worshipping that Daoist, it might cause unnecessary trouble."

"This humble monk will say no more; your Majesty, please decide for yourself."

His expression was indifferent, and he said no more.

The Supre was silent, and after a long ti, with dim eyes, said:

"Everything, let the State Preceptor decide."

Hearing this, Zen Master Baoguan showed a smile, pressed his palms together, and bowed, saying:

"A humble monk takes leave!"

With that, he floated out of the hall.

Soon, a group of Immortals dissipated one after another.

Only a few were left in the hall, gnashing their teeth.

"They are too hateful!"

"Your Majesty, do we really have to endure like this, ti and again?"

The speaker was Yan Tong’s master, one of the Five Elders of the Imperial Capital, ng Zhenshan.

Now, he was strong and had recently stepped into the Profound Immortal Realm.

He was one of the strongest who ascended with the Imperial Capital worldwide and was the Supre’s most important left arm and right hand.

"What can be done?"

"I’ve told those Daoist believers countless tis, to stop worshipping that Observatory Master Lin, but they... alas!"

The Supre was filled with helplessness.

Many of the old subjects brought up during the Imperial Capital’s ascension were saved by that person during the demon chaos.

These people always held onto gratitude, so even built temples to worship that Observatory Master.

However, in the Grand Thousand Upper Realm, followers of Daoism were always hunted down.

Especially after the days when the Suru Mountain Saint Master discovered the Imperial Capital’s ascension, he constantly watched over here.

He imposed his resentnt against that Observatory Master onto the Daoist believers.

Countless old subjects brought up during the ascension were sacrificed to the heavens on various absurd pretexts.

The Suru Mountain Saint Master also intended to execute national extermination.

Fortunately, Yan Tong was chosen by the Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect and accepted as the Saintess of the Immortal Sect.

The Hidden Dragon Dynasty allied as a subsidiary state of the Immortal Sect.

This caused the current Venerable Suru to restrain himself sowhat.

But the Buddhist Country was powerful.

Not far from here, the Great Xuan Kong Mountain still forcefully placed Zen Master Baoguan into position as the State Preceptor of the Hidden Dragon Dynasty.

This State Preceptor was bribed by Venerable Suru, and every now and again, he would capture a batch of Daoist believers to kill and sacrifice to the heavens.

The Immortal Sect was aware of these matters but given the Buddhist Dao conflict, it could only turn a blind eye.

The Supre naturally had no other choice.

As a result, over three years, countless of the old subjects were hard or more.

"Why, upon ascending, do we end up so oppressed..."

"Alas..."

The few Immortals in the hall all sighed heavily.

At this ti, an Immortal Crane flew in, carrying news that made everyone’s faces darken.

"Your Majesty, a Master from Venerable Suru’s side requests an audience!"