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Now reading: Chapter 1266: 549: All the Gods and Buddhas Are Buried Under from Night Without End, a Eastern novel by Chen Dong.

Capítulo 1266: Chapter 549: All the Gods and Buddhas Are Buried Underground (Part 2)

Because this is the Supre Land.

The Esoteric Buddhism’s choice to root here is not much different from settling in Yujing!

Who can provide such a Foundation of Godhood?

Conquering a Supre Martial Hall to ascend to godhood sounds like a fantasy.

Perhaps thousands of years ago, or even longer past, a Supre Civilization was annihilated, falling from the Outer Heaven, silencing here.

This is akin to countless Buddhas falling like rain, buried deep underground.

Qin Ming was contemplating whether he could ascend the cliff; as soon as he had the thought, his hair stood on end, and he experienced a mont of “Spiritual Clarity,” seeing himself violently die in a daze.

“I…!” He was just considering it yet faced such a divine warning.

At the sa mont, the golden silk parasol silently reminded: “A centipede survives even in death, perhaps there are still incomprehensible phenona and oddities.”

In the past, a Supre Civilization was slaughtered, bearing boundless Blood Evil and burning Karmic Fire, fell from the Outer Heaven; theoretically, everything on this earth should truly cease to exist, be entirely demolished.

However, it rely sank underground.

The ten-colored fog covers the rundown city atop the gigantic cliff, isolating it from the outside, else the Qi chanism emitted would appear even more terrifying.

Qin Ming dared not approach the fallen Supre Land, instead he moved within the Wang Yang, feeling this place should not be lingered over for long, a sense of panic growing inside him.

Yet he was eager to break through here in this Creation Land; if he turned away and ran, he would feel ashad of himself.

In a lifeti, one doesn’t encounter many such opportunities; a place like this, comparable to an ownerless Yujing, falling right before his eyes. Many eras might pass without a single chance.

“Besides Tao Rhythm and Spiritual, is there nothing else here?”

Qin Ming traversed the Wang Yang with his Body, hoping to witness islands or discover Earth Immortal dicine, ultimately feeling disappointed as the boundless Purple Qi bore no Divine items.

His Inner Realm remained open, capturing Purple Qi and red clouds, irrigating his territory.

“Why do I feel heart palpitation?” Qin Ming’s expression subtly changed as he turned and rushed upwards into the Great Abyss, entering the layers of earth.

The golden silk parasol advised: “Quickly leave, this Earth Realm, with Purple Qi like the sea and red clouds overhead, even in such peaceful surroundings, your spiritual intuition suggests sothing is wrong.”

Indeed, it also felt sothing amiss.

Even if the Supre Land is destroyed, it is beyond a Grandmaster’s prying eyes.

Furthermore, both couldn’t help but think of the Purple Lotus within the Ancient Temple, once parasitized by soone.

And the dense vegetation, once stepped on, would cry in pain, peculiarities everywhere.

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Within the earth, Qin Ming was not only guiding Purple Qi and red clouds but also imprinting those Sacred Patterns.

He felt regret; if he could ditate in such a place for a year or half, the foundation of Esoteric Buddhism would beco incredibly solid, from then on steadfast and Immortal.

Regrettably, the world doesn’t have so many ‘ifs.’

Normally, only Heavenly Gods and Heavenly Immortals can dwell in Yujing long term; a little cultivator from the Fourth Realm like him has no qualification to utilize this Supre Land for cultivation.

“Hmm? A worthwhile venture!”

Within the soil, those Sacred Patterns were not only imprinted but were wandering in his Inner Realm, continually enhancing the vitality of this foundation.

As Qin Ming left the Great Abyss, he didn’t imdiately journey far, roaming the dense Tao Land with his Body.

Desperately absorbing all beneficial substances, wishing he could grow fat in one bite, the so-called “short-sightedness,” or lack of foresight… didn’t matter.

Otherwise, miss this village and no store follows.

Suddenly, he felt creeped out, strands of coldness sprouting from his back.

Sothing was wrong, inexplicable hair seed to grow on his back!

Qin Ming sensed it—a multitude of blood lines rapidly erged from the soil, wanting to root in his back, raising goosebumps all over him.

It seed like Blood Evil, or a tangible Magic Chain, or like hair, approaching him closely, even touching his skin, lasering dozens or hundreds of dense beams across his back.

With a bang, Qin Ming burst out of the soil, arriving at the surface where hundreds of blood lines nearly penetrated him, causing agonizing pain.

He stretched his body, flipping on the human-shaped ashes of the ultimate expert from the temple, here still lightly residing the remnants of Golden Radiance.

He felt about to explode, touched by the resonating remnants of Golden Radiance, having cracks all over him.

But those hundreds of blood lines also dimd, returning under the soil.

With a clang, Qin Ming took a step across layers of courtyards, arriving at the temple’s main gate, striking the incomplete bronze plaque, using its clear resonance to vibrate his form, baptizing his flesh with its Spiritual.

“Indeed, all world’s opportunities, creations, and the like mainly belong to others; even if the original owner has passed, wanting to extract anything here requires paying a price.”

Qin Ming’s back was pierced, his body bearing many cracks, though he mastered the Refining Body and rging Tao Scripture and excelled in the Extre Golden Body, capable of facing a Grandmaster purely with his Body, tearing Nascent Souls, yet suffered colossal losses, nearly eting his end here.

Not wishing to remain, this territory posed significant issues.

Along the way, grass and thorns, once stepped on, would wail loudly, disturbing his expressions and thoughts constantly changing.

Such vegetation claid themselves as God, does it suggest that the fallen Supre Martial Hall shows signs of resurgence?

As Qin Ming dashed wildly, his thoughts turned to plucking so Divine fruits, regardless of their value, first harvest a batch; anyhow he wouldn’t eat them.

If Tang Yushang challenged him again unwillingly, he might gift her one.

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