Chapter 212: Chapter 212

Guangyang vibrated violently.

Everyone in Guangyang with the capability turned their gaze towards this spot.

The other Eighth-Grades who were not involved and kept their distance all felt an intense pressure.

The top powers of the aristocratic families and sects each used their methods to look towards this area.

In fact, some people had already been looking here, because the Mountain and River Grand Formation was not activated casually.

But what was even more terrifying than the activation of the Mountain and River Grand Formation was...

The entire Mountain and River Grand Formation was shattered, and a violent earthquake occurred throughout Guangyang; thousands of Mountain and Water Deities connected to the Mountain and River Grand Formation instantly died on the spot, and many more suffered severe injuries.

Such a grand ritual was forcibly shattered by one person's power.

The Rat King's pupils constricted! His whole body trembled, and he immediately shrank into his original form, becoming a ball of rat, and burrowed into the ground.

Fifth-Grade! Is that, Chan Zhi's Master?!

Damn! How did he end up here?!

How can we fight now?

The Rat King hid, but no one paid him any mind.

After the Mountain and River Grand Formation shattered, the black giant hand slowly dissipated.

Then, suddenly, the space twisted, as if someone was tearing and crumpling a transparent plastic sheet, causing the light to distort.

Within this distortion appeared a black-skinned Monk with a face full of righteousness.

He had black skin, a string of skull prayer beads around his neck, and a tall hat on his head, yet he had a benevolent expression, and a faint Buddha-Dharma light emanated from him.

He protected Chan Zhi with one hand and gently scanned his surroundings: "Who nearly severed my disciple's Dao path?"

His voice carried no oppressive force.

However, a sense of despair enveloped the surroundings.

The White Rhinoceros Army, including Lie Kedi, who was severely wounded from the previous battle, all showed despairing expressions.

A feeling of powerlessness filled everyone.

Except for Shen Shuibi; she tilted her head.

But the next second, a thin, old man dressed in linen clothes suddenly appeared in front of the Monk.

Then he slapped the Monk with a backhand.

Smack!

A crisp sound.

Everyone was stunned.

The White Rhinoceros Army soldiers were collectively dumbfounded.

The Rat King of Rat Soil Mound gaped.

Wang Baiyan even stopped his steps, which were prepared for escape.

He had arrived earlier but hadn't shown himself, hiding with his people to observe the situation; upon seeing a Fifth-Grade appear, he immediately took off, but this slap made him stop.

Wang Baiyan's eyes nearly popped out.

And Zhang Lan, who had rested for a moment after withdrawing from the battlefield and then immediately rejoined the battle alongside the White Rhinoceros Army, had no reaction; he was still swinging his sword continuously, clearly having gone berserk and no longer noticing the outside world.

Also, except for Shen Shuibi.

Only Shen Shuibi, who was providing technical assistance for the White Rhinoceros Army's many Spiritual Artifacts outside the battlefield, was not surprised.

Because she knew, it was over.

Sometimes, bullying the weak can lead to death.

The black-skinned demonic Monk who suddenly appeared was slapped directly in the face, crisp and clear.

Even he himself was somewhat startled and didn't react for a moment.

But he was a Fifth-Grade after all.

He immediately regained his composure but didn't retaliate, instead staring intently at the other party: "Your Excellency, who are you?"

The suddenly appearing thin old man, however, just looked at him coldly: "Sacrifice thirty percent of your cultivation as an offering to the heavens and earth, so that this land can return to normal."

"Once that is done, you may leave."

The black-skinned Monk first looked grave, carefully scrutinizing the old man.

Then, he suddenly sneered: "Your Excellency is merely a Fifth-Grade yourself; to say such words is presumptuous."

Having been slapped earlier, he had been worried that this person was someone formidable, so he dared not act rashly.

Now, upon closer inspection, he found that the other party was also a Fifth-Grade.

They were both Fifth-Grades, and he himself was from the authentic Legacy of Mahakala; how could this person still be so audacious?

Truly, he was being looked down upon.

The black-skinned Monk raised a hand, and suddenly, a Dharma hall descended upon this place.

This was his Spiritual Artifact.

This grand hall was resplendent, adorned with seven treasures, with banners and canopies suspended, resembling a chariot with statues, two Bodhisattvas attending, serving as celestial attendants, all exquisitely carved in gold and silver, suspended in the Void Realm.

Its overall length was sixty li, its width thirty li, adorned with four treasures, with a flat foundation, covering the sky and obscuring the sun.

Seven layers of precious bricks formed its steps, and its Dharma hall pillars numbered eighty-four thousand, with gold pillars and silver capitals, silver pillars and gold capitals, and crystal and quartz capitals as well.

Surrounding the hall were four railings, all made of four treasures, and its four grand staircases were also made of four treasures; above the Dharma hall were eighty-four thousand treasure towers, with gold towers having silver doors and windows, and silver towers having gold doors and windows, and crystal and glazed doors and windows as well.

Gold towers had silver beds, and silver towers had gold beds, winding and soft, woven with gold threads, spread upon their seats; the hall shone brightly, dazzling people's eyes, like the intense brightness of the sun, making it impossible for anyone present to look upon it.

As the grand hall descended, everyone around immediately realized that this was not a battle they could intervene in; all who could move were desperately retreating.

But no one paid them any mind.

The black-skinned Monk's Dharma hall had eighty-four thousand gates, all opening simultaneously!

Countless things emerged from within.

And behold:

Eighty-four thousand elephants, with strongmen riding upon them, their muscles bulging, shaking the ground as they moved.

Eighty-four thousand horses, riding precious warhorses, with Martial Artists astride them, showing off their power.

Eighty-four thousand chariots, riding golden-wheeled chariots, with golden-eyed archers on board, aiming around.

Eighty-four thousand divine pearls, illuminating the surroundings, dispelling all miscellaneous Qi, and defending against spells.

Eighty-four thousand jade maidens, virtuous and kind, serving by their side, with skillful hands and compassionate hearts, healing injuries.

Eighty-four thousand lay practitioners, expounding the Buddha-Dharma, proclaiming the righteous fruition, and chanting the hall Master's name.

Then, the grand hall unfolded, and the Buddha-Dharma light shone universally.

There were also four thousand Nagas, four thousand Garudas, four thousand evil paths, seven thousand great trees, and eight thousand great Naraka Hells.

Later, various Yakshas appeared from the Void Realm, holding their pitchforks, surging forth.

Then, from the Void Realm, a forest of ghostly beasts emerged, with countless venomous insects such as mosquitoes, gnats, flies, lice, snakes, vipers, bees, maggots, etc., forming a black cloud that covered the sky and earth.

Then, the surrounding space was immediately sealed.

The black-skinned Monk chanted scriptures:

"The four directions have four gates, and the alleys are all aligned."

"With iron as the prison wall, covered with an iron net above."

"With iron as the ground below, fire naturally emerges."

"For extremely grave sins, it stands firm and unmoving."

"Falling into the Great Wailing Hell, the suffering is immeasurable."

After the scriptures were chanted, he extended his hand and invited the thin old man: "Benefactor, this poor Monk has prepared Hell for you, awaiting your good taste."

The earth transformed into a purgatory, and the Dharma hall floated in the air, suppressing everything; those Martial Artists, strongmen, jade maidens, Nagas, and Garudas were at least Eighth-Grade, and even Seventh-Grade were not few!

Just this army from a Spiritual Artifact alone could easily sweep through the entire Bailin Kingdom.

This was just one Spiritual Artifact.

As a Fifth-Grade, he didn't even make a move himself.

After all, this was the world, and the Heavenly Dao of the world did not permit Fifth-Grades to fight fiercely, otherwise the affected area would not be calculable in hundreds of li.

It would probably truly devastate a country, causing billions of casualties, turning the entire Bailin Kingdom into a wasteland.

Almost everyone present was awestruck.

Fighting Chan Zhi, a Seventh-Grade, had already exhausted all means and sacrificed countless lives.

But this black-skinned Monk, with a gentle wave of his hand, summoned thousands of Seventh-Grades.

This kind of disparity... was terrifying.

It was simply indescribable.

And the old man not far away glanced at the black-skinned Monk.

This Monk, full of confidence, summoned the Dharma hall and then sat atop it.

On the Dharma hall was a large chariot with a white canopy, from which hung various golden bells, fragrant flowers, precious banners, and canopies.

Exquisite delicacies, various musical instruments, and its four legs were made of pure sapphire crystal.

Behind each seat were seven-treasure reclining chairs, and again, seven-treasure lamp trees, with various precious jewels as lamps, and subtle celestial flowers spread across the ground. There were various celestial maidens devoutly offering and serving.

He sat upright on it, a slight sneer on his lips, quietly awaiting his opponent's reaction.

He was very confident.

This Dharma hall was personally bestowed by the Chakravartin Holy King.

In the past, he served the Chakravartin Holy King and received his grace; at that time, the Chakravartin Holy King led eighty-four thousand people to the Buddha's place to seek to become Monks.

Those eighty-four thousand people all attained the Dao fruition and became Arhats, achieving the Fifth-Grade.

As one of them, he was the only one from the Mahakala lineage.

The compassionate Chakravartin Holy King then bestowed upon him this Spiritual Artifact to protect his Dao path.

Residing within the Dharma hall, one eliminates greed, eliminates anger, and eliminates ignorance; this is called: 'the defiled are not defiled, the evil are not evil, the ignorant are not ignorant.' (Anger: hui, meaning rage.)

Later, when the Chakravartin Holy King warred with the Naga King Nanda, he participated in the battle for the Chakravartin Holy King.

Mid-battle, the Naga King Nanda wrapped his body seven times around Mount Sumeru, then pulled Mount Sumeru out and threw it; he himself was inside the mountain at the time, and immediately brought out the Dharma hall, holding fast within it.

Mount Sumeru was thrown sixty-two thousand worlds away, and he was carried along with it, traveling through sixty-two thousand worlds; when it landed, the aftershocks shook a billion stars; although the Dharma hall was severely damaged, he was unharmed within it, showing its quality.

Now that the Dharma hall had descended, it was like the descent of a divine needle that calms the seas, sufficient to suppress most situations.

Although the others didn't know its origins, they also saw its terrifying nature.

Almost everyone looked in fear at the old man who had slapped the Monk, hoping he could withstand it.

Even though no one actually knew him.

Of course, that was 'almost everyone'.

There was one exception.

Shen Shuibi wasn't afraid at all.

She instantly understood the current situation.

In fact, she even had the leisure to sit down and begin sensing the Qi that had dispersed around due to the battle.

These were all Qi that had been purified and refined, very useful for her body's recovery.

As for that black-skinned Monk...

From the moment he summoned his Spiritual Artifact but didn't attack, instead showing off his power, he was already a dead man.

No need to watch anymore.

On the other side, the old man quietly waited for the Dharma hall to fully descend.

He waited very calmly and indifferently for the other party to finish preparing.

Then, suddenly.

The black-skinned Monk's head tilted, and he just sat down peacefully, dead.

The power of the Dharma hall immediately diminished, and then the old man reached out and caught it, shrinking it to the size of an egg; the strongmen, jade maidens, archers, and Martial Artists within were all collected as well.

The old man mumbled: "Flashy... haven't been to Baiyue before? Like a simpleton."

Then, he put away the Dharma hall: "This Dharma hall isn't bad; it's a top-grade among Fifth-Grades. This trip wasn't in vain."

The reason he said this was because the black-skinned Monk was truly a bit too careless.

This was Baiyue.

It was the outer territory of Shaman God Mountain; even if it bordered other places, it was actually under the direct jurisdiction of Shaman Dao.

What was the characteristic of Shaman Dao?

Shamanes were known for their cunning, their numerous methods, their infinite number of spells, and their difficulty to guard against.

Was it that this Spiritual Artifact was too strong, and it had helped him avoid too many risks in the past, making his mind abnormal?

Coming to Baiyue and being so presumptuous towards a Diviner...

It was inexplicable.

Diviner excelled at two things.

One was divination.

The second was curses...

He couldn't possibly think that without any self-defense, relying solely on that Spiritual Artifact, he could block his curses, could he?

When he slapped him that time, did he think it was to vent anger?

Idiot...

That slap was an 'insult'.

Therefore, when rites and music are abolished and evil sounds arise, it is the root of danger, weakening, and insult. As it is said: 'If one is distressed where one should not be, one's reputation will surely be disgraced. If one holds a position where one should not, one's life will surely be in danger. Both disgraced and in danger, the time of death is nigh.'

The ancients said: "The way to kill a scholar is to humiliate him." This means that if you want to kill a scholar, you can use humiliation to make him die.

Both disgraced and in danger, the time of death is nigh.

This was a curse.

Silently, he made one wrong move, and the black-skinned Monk, a dignified Fifth-Grade, died so inexplicably.

The danger and strangeness of Shamanes were evident.

In various places throughout the world, Shamanes were notoriously terrifying; once a Shaman appeared, they were always the first target.

Because Shamanes were generally not very good at direct combat, but they were absolutely skilled at killing you when you least expected it.

Whether it was Gu insects or curses, Invoker were good at diplomacy and communication across various places, and Diviner were good at analysis, planning, and charting the future; both types liked to kill people from behind.

Shaman God Mountain was definitely the place with the most secrets in the entire world, and Shamanes were also the people who liked to hide things the most.

Even Li Qi was like this.

Unconsciously, Li Qi also became the type who liked to secretly cause trouble from behind and backstab others.

Whether in Guangyang or Qingwu City, he was always moving around behind the scenes, connecting with all sides, and finally achieving his goals.

This old man was similar.

For the old man, if that black-skinned Monk had come out and attacked with full force without saying a word, then he might have caused some trouble, making it difficult for him to cope.

But that was impossible.

This was the world.

Fifth-Grades here could absolutely not unleash their full power, otherwise they would surely suffer heavenly retribution.

With the power of Fifth-Grades, two people fighting could easily devastate a country, with casualties numbering in the billions.

One must know that when Fifth-Grade powerhouses fought in the Void Realm, the aftershocks could shatter several unlucky Small Worlds; even if the world was more stable, it couldn't stop a Fifth-Grade.

Therefore, the old man had long been certain that the other party would not launch a fierce attack right away.

And if his surprise attack was blocked, he had prepared four other plans, at least three different curses, to ensure the curse could attach to the opponent.

In other words, as long as he didn't flee immediately upon appearing, or directly suppress the Shaman with full power.

Then the death of this black-skinned Monk was already predetermined.

Shen Shuibi knew this very well, so she had long since stopped wasting time and chose to sit down and wait.

As for everyone else...

They were just irrelevant people, no need to care.

Shaman God Mountain had already sent a Fifth-Grade, so everything was over.

And that thin old man was also very clear about this.

He reached out and grabbed, only to see the Pagoda in Guangyang City directly shatter, and Li Qi's main body was directly grabbed and pulled over.

Even his Divided Soul quickly fused together and landed in the center of the battlefield.

At the same time, Bo Yue was also pulled by the same power, flying from a thousand li away at an extremely fast speed.

Although the speed was very fast, it wasn't bumpy at all, as if the acceleration had been canceled out by something.

After Bo Yue and Li Qi stood on the ground, looking disheveled, the thin old man respectfully bowed to them in front of countless people.

Then, he said very seriously: "I am Le Ya, greetings to Young Master Yue and Young Master Qi. I arrived half a step late, please forgive me."