"It’s absolutely impossible to help you take revenge. At most, when I have the ability in the future, I can find soone to rebuild Prajna Temple."
Bang! Bang bang!
The barrier trembled as Jiang Yuebai clutched the Jade Pivot Thunder Pearl and continuously retreated.
If she hadn’t been on guard, she might have been forcibly suppressed by Ruosheng by now, forcing her to agree to the revenge.
In just a few words, Monk Wochen had already stepped forward, appearing above the rubble.
The situation was urgent, leaving no ti for Ruosheng and Jiang Yuebai.
For Ruosheng, Jiang Yuebai was a good person with a strong background, his only opportunity at the mont.
For Jiang Yuebai, she indeed was reluctant to give up. If she could gamble on a Heaven and Earth Spiritual Object at the smallest cost, she was willing to take this risk.
"Rember your promise, don’t resist, I only have one chance."
A golden Buddha Seal quickly separated from the yellow sand, carrying imnse pure power, bursting through the barrier and heading towards Jiang Yuebai.
Jiang Yuebai opened her eyes in shock, "Wait! I’m not ready yet..."
Buzz!
Jiang Yuebai was knocked over by a golden light, Monk Wochen raised his hand in a void grasp.
A ripple flashed in the air, and Jiang Yuebai disappeared without a trace.
Ruosheng, using his last strength and spiritual sense, transford into a white-robed monk, with a wild smile facing the high sky.
Boom!
The terrifying golden light and explosion erupted, sweeping away the sand and dust of the No Return Sea like a fierce wind, leaving only the dazzling brilliance like the Golden Crow, gradually vanishing in the night.
"Amitabha Buddha." Monk Wochen lanted sadly.
Ruosheng was determined to die; he couldn’t forcefully keep him.
"Alas, I ca too late."
Thinking of the female cultivator just now, Monk Wochen frowned slightly, the cause and effect were already established, and in the future, he would have to bear the karmic retribution.
Monk Wochen took out prayer beads to calculate whether it was a good or evil act; if it was an evil act...
Rumble!
An astonishing thunder suddenly pierced the sky, and the prayer beads in Monk Wochen’s hand shattered for no reason.
His usually calm face showed a hint of astonishnt and fear, looking up into the sky, feeling the unfathomable vastness.
"Amitabha Buddha, I have overstepped."
Monk Wochen bowed in salute, looking solemnly at the place where Jiang Yuebai disappeared, silently leaving as if he had never appeared.
The bright moon in the sky, inside the mountain temple, the Bodhi Tree rustled, dandelions beneath the tree drifted with the wind.
Unknown where it ca from, unknown where it will return.
*
Jiang Yuebai fell into a field of dicinal herbs, she couldn’t afford to worry about where she was or whether there was danger around her. The greatest danger right now ca from within her!
The Buddha Seal struck by Ruosheng, carrying all of his remaining power, deeply imprinted on the Earth Dao Platform of her Dantian, and now the whole platform was turning into sand, beginning to collapse.
The yellow sand surged into her ridians like a flood, fiercely colliding and tearing with the Fire Evil Spiritual Energy.
It was like two fierce beasts fighting for territory, a fight to the death!
"I told you... I’m not... ready yet!!"
Jiang Yuebai felt her body was collapsing completely, on one side being lted by raging fire, on the other being crumbled by the Buddha Seal into yellow sand.
She dared not hesitate any longer, imdiately taking out the section of Thousand-Year-Old Spiritual Tree to loot its Original Essence Qi.
Even if she would beco an old tree spirit, she must survive first!
[Congratulations, your Cloud Mushroom Grass Bloodline has risen to level 6]
[The Cloud Mushroom Grass Bloodline prevails, your body begins to transform, girl, you’re really going to turn into a little grass]
"Get lost... at this ti... don’t mock !"
Jiang Yuebai growled through gritted teeth, her entire Sea of Consciousness buzzing and vibrating, feeling sothing deep in her Divine Soul took root and crazily grew upward, yearning to burst through her Heavenly Spirit Cover.
The comprehensive pain from inside to outside, from the Divine Soul to the body, made Jiang Yuebai almost collapse.
Under the excruciating pain, Jiang Yuebai couldn’t even feel her legs, the intense sll of blood filled her nose.
She saw her arms festering as if burned, blood mixed with sand oozing from the wounds.
Jiang Yuebai, with trembling hands, pulled out a pile of things from her Storage Bracelet, searching among them for Elixirs, stuffing them into her mouth by the handful, attempting to use the power of the Elixirs to repair her body.
But it was no use; before a handful of Elixirs reached her mouth, her right hand scattered into yellow sand.
The Elixirs dropped to the ground, blood and sand staining the scattered Elixir Bottles and various Magic Artifacts, the speed of the body’s collapse still accelerating.
Jiang Yuebai buried her head to chew the Elixirs she swallowed, using the thod given by the Supre Elder to suppress the Fire Evil Spiritual Energy.
Using all her strength to push the Fire Evil Spiritual Energy back to the mutated Fire Dao Platform, preventing further strikes of the Spiritual Body.
Only the slight coolness emitted by the Cloud Mushroom Grass Bloodline could alleviate the heart-piercing pain, yet also kept her clear-headed, facing the fear of death.
"I can’t die, they will... open my bracelet and take away... my hard-earned family property!"
"They will also see my... unpolished journal... my lifelong reputation can’t... be ruined like this!!"
She was not afraid to be shattered into pieces, Jiang Yuebai, she wanted to leave a clear na in the world!
Jiang Yuebai lay in an unknown dicinal field, yellow sand gently falling from her cheeks.
"Give , give all, give all your strength!"
Jiang Yuebai, with the "Immortal Grass Scripture," frantically looted everything around her, not even sparing a single ordinary grass, crazily enhancing and extracting the power of the Cloud Mushroom Grass Bloodline.
In front of a simple thatched hut, the breeze stirred mountains full of strange flowers and plants, clusters of green light floated up, gathering like a tide.
The green light spun in mid-air, rushing towards the person deeply buried in the mountainside dicinal field.
In a speed visible to the naked eye, the strange flowers and plants withered, drained of their last bit of Original Essence Qi, turning into dust, and scattered on the earth.
A Buddha Seal suddenly rose from the mountainside, golden light illuminating the land.
In the entire Secret Realm space, various Spiritual Soil collected by Ruosheng over many years began to shake, pouring towards the person wrapped in fla and yellow sand on the hillside.
The Spiritual Soil piled up more and more, continually consuming and gathering, deeply burying the person.
Like a lonely grave rising, standing in the already barren Small Secret Realm.
The breeze softly blew, the world was silent, only the occasional murmuring sound beneath the lonely grave.
"Don’t let my nose blossom, absolutely don’t... let my nose blossom..."
Ti passed as day turned to night, years flew by.
A great battle at the No Return Sea ended inconclusively due to the sudden appearance of Monk Wochen, with no subsequent events.
The Comrce Alliance represented by the Sha Clan was the first to withdraw, followed by various sects of the Martial Sect, each receiving orders from their Nascent Soul Ancestors to return to their respective territories.
The Buddhist Sect, each was able to catch their breath, hoping for soone from the Vajra Platform to co forward and revive the Buddhist Dao of the Quicksand Domain.
The Martial Sect was also in trembling fear, worried that the Vajra Platform would involve itself in the Quicksand Domain.
But ever since Monk Wochen left, from the Muyun Domain side, the Vajra Platform only sent people to seal the ruins of the Prajna Temple, without further actions.
In the first year, the Quicksand Domain was calm.
In the second year, a demonic beast in the Silver Sand Sea failed to form a Nascent Soul, sparking conflicts over the demon’s carcass.
By the third year, it seed nothing had changed, and the Quicksand Domain was still a chaotic land.
At the end of this year, in the Small Secret Realm of the Prajna Temple, a Lingzhi mushroom, pure and white as a cloud, quietly sprouted from the top of the desolate lonely grave.
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