Chapter 941 Suppressing the Primordial Spirit

Before this overwhelming force, even the Vajra Temple’s mountain-protecting formation could offer no resistance—it was instantly reduced to a heap of ashes.

"How dare you!"

It was only at this moment that the Yuanshen within the Vajra Temple finally regained its senses.

In an instant, an enraged roar erupted from the Vajra Temple, followed by a magnificent burst of Buddhist radiance.

2 Arhat Golden Bodies soared into the sky, transforming into golden Arhats spanning tens of thousands of miles. They manifested 3 heads and 6 arms, each gripping a Pure Yang Spirit Treasure to support their colossal hands—as if propping up the very heavens themselves.

"The mantis tries to stop the chariot."

Eldrin's eyes instantly narrowed to slits. In that very moment, overwhelming Primordial Chaos True Power swept across heaven and earth, and in the blink of an eye, it actually suppressed the 2 golden Arhat bodies, forcing them to retreat step by step before ruthlessly blasting them deep into the earth.

Heaven and earth roared, all things fell silent.

After a split second of deathly silence, mountain ranges spanning hundreds of thousands of miles across the endless wilderness below were abruptly severed. The earth crumbled, collapsed, and sank into oblivion, while the entire world trembled with violent convulsions.

Witnessing it all, the Mysterious Jade Divine Silkworm felt its mouth go dry, a thought of utter terror rising within: "Such earth-shaking, heaven-rending power—even a half-immortal would be powerless to withstand it."

"If he were to strike with his full strength, I fear I wouldn't withstand the third move."

For a moment, the Profound Jade Divine Silkworm felt both relief and lingering fear.

"Ah..."

In that very instant, heaven and earth crumbled into chaos, as a figure soared into the sky from the depths of the earth.

Among the 2 divine monks from the Golden Light Temple, Abbot Jiu Luo, with a cultivation base as high as the seventh level of the Nascent Soul, barely withstood this blow by relying on his Arhat Golden Body.

However, judging by his weakened aura, it was clear that more than half of his mana had already been depleted.

Elder Kumara's cultivation was merely at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul realm. Yet under this single strike, he was utterly annihilated—soul and spirit vanquished—without even a chance of resistance.

Elder of the Returning Abyss!

Witnessing Eldrin slay his junior brother with a single strike, the Vulture Monk’s heart trembled with terror. He could not suppress a shudder as he cried out, “We are all of the human race! Why would you raise your hand against us, fellow Daoist?”

"The Golden Light Monastery's reign of terror in the Western Extremities is known throughout the realm. Yet during the Battle of the Sky-Reaching Pavilion, your lineage remained absent from the fray."

"Today, I have come both to settle accounts on behalf of all fellow cultivators of the Violet Realm and to eradicate the calamity born from this realm."

Eldrin pointed a finger, and a 5-colored divine thunderbolt crashed down, hurtling toward Monk Jiu Luo.

The Vulture Monk Sage urged his life-bound spiritual treasure to defend, yet it was instantly reduced to calamity ashes by the Great 5 Elements Pure Yang Divine Thunder. In utter terror, he cried, "My lineage descends from the Buddha's own orthodoxy—you must not commit such annihilation!"

"Even immortals and buddhas have their virtuous and wicked sides, let alone the Buddha's orthodox teachings."

Eldrin (Person Name) sneered coldly and immediately struck again: "Even if the Buddha himself were to descend to the mortal realm today, I would still settle this old debt."

"Ah—"

The Vulture Monk Sage let out a wretched scream as his golden body shattered on impact, suffering unprecedented devastation.

Just then, the Vulture Monk's heart swelled with ruthlessness. He drew from his robes a golden, resplendent treasure map and hurled it into the void.

Eldrin raised his gaze and saw the treasure diagram suspended mid-air, projecting intertwined illusions of naked women while bewitching whispers descended to cloud the mind.

This object!

Eldrin's gaze turned icy as he immediately summoned the Primordial Chaos Giant Hand to press down, intent on suppressing this treasure scroll.

Yet the treasure map emitted a bizarre divine radiance, actually capable of withstanding Eldrin’s Primordial Chaos Giant Hand, making it difficult for him to fully suppress it.

Seeing this, the Vulture Monk Eldrin declared with a grim resolve, "You insolent whelp of the Returning Abyss, do not think that mastering great supernatural powers makes you invincible."

"This Blissful Buddha Maiden Scroll is the supreme Buddhist treasure left behind by the ascended Buddha of ancient times."

"For hundreds of thousands of years, over 3,000 Dharma Protectors of our Joy Sect's Buddhist Maidens have, at their final nirvana, infused their divine souls into the Buddhist treasure to enhance its majestic power."

"To this day, this treasure has nearly reached perfection. Though it is not an Immortal-Approaching Artifact, its power surpasses even those legendary treasures. How could you possibly withstand it?"

At this point, a look of triumphant laughter appeared on Monk Jiu Luo's face.

This treasure was originally a legacy left behind by the Buddha of the Vajra Temple lineage. The power it unleashed was even sufficient to suppress a Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm), making it arguably the most terrifying foundation within the Violet Realm.

“To refine a female cultivator’s Nascent Soul and divine soul into a Buddhist treasure—how is this any different from the ways of a demonic cultivator!”

"He deserves to die!"

Eldrin flew into a rage at once, the Primordial Chaos Giant Hand in his grasp erupting with overwhelming flames of pure yang.

This Pure Yang Celestial Fire could subdue all evil, posing a potent restraint against the Blissful Buddha Maiden Illustration. As the pure yang flames continued to blaze, they unexpectedly ignited the artifact into billowing azure smoke, suppressing the power of this Buddhist treasure.

"Die—"

With 1 hand suppressing the Joyful Buddha Maiden Scroll, Eldrin struck out again in fury. A 5-colored divine light descended from the heavens, capturing the Vulture Monk.

It turned out that Eldrin had cultivated in seclusion for many years, and without even realizing it, he had mastered the 5-Colored Divine Light.

Although this divine ability had only reached the Minor Mastery stage, when fueled by Eldrin's magic power, it was more than enough to easily suppress a Soul Transformation mighty 1.

The Vulture Monk was abruptly ensnared, finding himself utterly unable to break free.

Die!

Eldrin's eyes blazed with lethal intent as he immediately unleashed the 5-Colored Divine Thunder to strike back.

In that very instant, a figure tore through the void from the depths of space, shouting from afar, "Eldrin, stay your hand!"

Boom—

可惜来人的话已经迟了，随着五色神雷淹没一切，将鸠罗神僧当场打了个形神俱灭。

Only then did Eldrin withdraw his hand, suppressing the Scroll of Carnal Delights with a single palm as he spoke with chilling composure, "For what purpose has the Demon-Subduing Divine Monk come?"

Fellow Daoist...

The newcomer was none other than the Demon-Subduing Arhat from the Serene Spirit Temple. As his gaze fell upon Eldrin, an imperceptible tremor stirred within his heart.

After a moment’s hesitation, he spoke, “Regarding the Tantric Sect, our Tranquil Spirit Temple is not unwilling to intervene. However, this Blissful Buddha Maiden Scroll is a contingency measure against the Demon God.”

"This treasure has already absorbed 3,000 Buddhist maidens. We're merely a few dozen maidens away from completion. This time..."

"Enough!"

Eldrin cut him off immediately, his expression frosty. "If resisting the demon gods requires sacrificing others to refine a depraved artifact like the Blissful Buddha Maiden Portrait, then how are you any different from the extraterrestrial demons?"

"I have heard the tale of how the Buddha cut his own flesh to feed an eagle and offered his body to nourish a starving tiger."

"If the Vajra Temple truly intends to oppose the Demon God, why have its successive generations of eminent monks not willingly entered the painting, using their own blood, bones, and souls to sacrifice for a 10 1000 Buddhas Subduing Demons Painting?"

With those final words, Eldrin's fury remained unabated: "Forcing female cultivators to serve as cauldrons, and even refining souls to forge treasure maps—such a tribulation artifact is better left unused."

"Skree—"

But with a crisp tearing sound, Eldrin grasped the Blissful Buddha Maiden Scroll with both hands. Channeling his Primordial Chaos Indestructible Body—a force capable of tearing even a half-immortal asunder—he ripped the supreme treasure scroll in 2 with a single, brutal shred.

In that instant, the trapped souls of the 3,000 Buddha Maidens broke free from their confinement, each revealing expressions of liberation.

They drifted before Eldrin, bowing 3 times in succession before dissipating into the boundless void.

"This..."

The Demon-Subduing Monk stared at this scene, momentarily rendered speechless.

After a moment of silence, he bowed to Eldrin and said, "Your guidance is wise, Fellow Daoist. Regarding the incident at the Golden Light Temple, our Serene Spirit Temple does bear responsibility for our inaction."

"This matter is the fault of our Western Extremity Serene Spirit Temple. This old man shall accept his punishment upon returning."

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind swept across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of frost and decay. Lin Feng tightened his worn robe, his fingers trembling slightly as he clutched the meager pouch containing his last 3 spirit stones. "30-2 1000," he murmured, the number a distant dream. "I need 30-2 1000 more to break through to the next layer of the 9 Revolutions Nirvana Art." A dozen or so disciples passed by, their fine silk robes embroidered with mystical patterns fluttering in the wind. None spared him a glance. For 3 years, he had remained stagnant at the third layer while others progressed, their cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds. Suddenly, a brilliant flash illuminated the training grounds. Elder Mingzhen's voice boomed across the courtyard, "The Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss has acknowledged its master!" The sacred artifact hovered in the air, its crimson blade pulsating with ancient power. "Impossible!" shouted Senior Disciple Wang, his face contorted with disbelief. "That artifact hasn't chosen a wielder in over a 100 years!" Lin Feng felt a strange pull in his dantian, as if something dormant had awakened. The Eldrin he had inherited from his ancestors—a legacy he thought lost—stirred within him. His mind raced back to his father's last words: "When the phoenix cries at midnight, the sealed memories shall return." The sect master's gaze fell upon him, profound and knowing. "Some destinies cannot be escaped, Lin Feng. They merely await the proper moment to reveal themselves." As the moon rose, its silver light bathing the mountain in ethereal glow, Lin Feng finally understood. The countless hours of meditation, the nearly 1000 failed breakthroughs, the 20-some years of struggle—all had been preparing him for this moment. He looked toward the starry sky where celestial bodies danced in their eternal patterns. Somewhere beyond the clouds, thunder gathered—the first signs of his impending heavenly tribulation.