Chapter 796: Chapter 520: Thirty Years of Exorcising Demons
Time flows like water.
On this day.
Within the secret chamber.
Lu Chenzhou is undergoing tribulation.
Vast spiritual power condenses into a great hand, etched with the mark of ages, encompassing mountains and rivers, sun and moon, clutching a fierce demon monster emanating an aura at the Peak of the Fifth Realm.
"Damn it, I, Bloodhowl King, have swept this world undefeated, who are you? Your cultivation method and lineage do not resemble the ways of this world—are you the incarnation of Sajia Ancestor?"
Bloodhowl King gazed at the faceless monk.
The monk said nothing, crushing it to dust.
The dawn broke with the first light of day.
Behind him, endless demon monsters lay in heaps.
"Among the big named demon monsters in this world, I’ve basically wiped them clean." Lu Chenzhou’s gaze reached for the East.
His heart brimmed with satisfaction.
What does it mean to be a Gan Emperor?
Sixth Realm Spiritual Cultivation + "Great Wilderness Prison Demon Curse."
In this low-tier world, where not even an Absolute Peak has ever emerged, he walked universally unopposed, enjoying the delight of sweeping all before him. Yet because his Realm is too lofty, these ordinary demon monsters’ tribulations barely improved his soul.
The journey in the Ancient Cultivation Cave Mansion made his spiritual cultivation leap several Realms. If it weren’t for his Immaculate Heart Realm, anyone else likely would not tame such power.
The result otherwise would be demonization.
"Months of tribulation, I’ve basically subdued all the spiritual power gained from outside sources; I’m ready to break through."
His "Tribulation Heart Scripture" has stagnated at the 15th layer’s limit. To break through the Realm, unless things go awry, he must defeat the two Sixth Realm Demon Emperors sealed in the Holy Lands.
At Sajia Temple, there’s one.
At Divine Weapon Pavilion, there’s another.
"I, the Sword God of Ten-mile Slope, ought to exit seclusion."
Lu Chenzhou’s lips curled upward.
...
Sajia Peak.
Highest summit in Hanhai World.
Ten thousand meters above sea level.
Sajia Peak is the birthplace of Heart Sect—Sajia Temple’s abode. White towers scatter the slopes, prayer flags flutter, vultures soar.
On this day.
As Sajia Temple’s "young Living Buddha," Monk Xuan Kong sat in lotus posture before the statue of an old monk in white robes, expounding the Dharma.
Heartened by his words, the monks praised him endlessly.
"Master Ruyi is truly a genius ordained by heaven—he even comprehended the obscure and profound ’Baochuan Mani Shengguang Sutra’ in a year, creating new secret mantras. Astonishing."
"Chosen as the direct inheritor by the legendary Sajia Ancestor himself, Master Ruyi’s reputation is well-deserved. Four Realm Heart Cultivation at only thirty years old—unprecedented, peerless! With this master, Heart Sect will flourish!"
"This old monk has always been a good judge of character. Master Ruyi’s future achievements may surpass even Sajia Ancestor."
A haggard old monk looked on with comfort in his eyes.
He presided over the Scripture Hall with great authority.
Many monks wore looks of disbelief.
"Surpass Sajia Ancestor? The Ancestor is a legendary figure, long since ascended to Ultimate Bliss, in the service of the True Buddha."
"The Senior’s words are too exaggerated."
"Indeed, no one can surpass Sajia Ancestor—across ages, first in talent and wisdom!"
Hearing the monks debate,
Xuan Kong just smiled, silent as ever.
"Ruyi"—that’s his Dharma name.
He thought to himself, this is just the beginning.
It’s only that this world’s standard is far too low and isolated from the rest, monks like frogs at the bottom of a well have never glimpsed true genius!
Du Meng, Dijialou, Lu Chenzhou.
These demon evils—all crush him utterly.
Suddenly, the white-robed old monk statue burst with light. A blood-red soul of a Heavenly Dog was wisped away as black smoke, vanishing instantly.
The Hall Head’s face changed dramatically.
"What? Bloodhowl King is dead?"
All at once, the monks were shaken.
"Bloodhowl King? Wasn’t that the Left Protector of [Blood Teeth Emperor] who’s sealed beneath the Snow Mountain? A century ago he was a Peak Great Demon King—few could match him in all the world."
"I know! It’s that faceless monk."
"Faceless monk? He’s not much either, last time he appeared he was just Fifth Realm Middle Stage."
"Could it be Sajia Ancestor manifesting their spirit?"
"That’s the only reasonable explanation."
The Hall Head’s face was grave.
Only he knew—the Ancestor had just stepped into a new Realm and was consolidating cultivation, impossible to intervene.
"No matter what faceless monk intends, Ancestor is already Sixth Realm. In this world, he is invincible."
He recalled the faceless monk’s dossier.
Appear from nowhere in Lantuo Temple, cultivate its secret methods, slay demon monsters all along his way, now visible, now hidden, never showing his true face—boundlessly mysterious.
Some say, the faceless monk is an Arhat banished to the mortal dust for angering the True Buddha, roaming this world to purge demons, only to regain entry to Buddha Country. Others claim he is an ancient demon monster, seen swallowing myriad demons and growing ever stronger.
Just as the others were still speculating,
Xuan Kong already sensed something, gazing at the horizon.
A golden Great Sun pierced the heavens.
Golden rays crowned the mountain, resplendent Holy Light.
The faceless monk’s figure strode through the void, every step blossoming a golden lotus beneath his feet.
"Look there! What is that?"
"Faceless monk...walking through the air, lotus blooming with every step, a golden bridge spanning ten miles—what kind of Realm is this?"
"Could he be an Arhat descended into the mortal world?"
The monks’ eyes trembled in awe.
The Hall Head was utterly dumbfounded.
"That’s the aura of the Sixth Realm? As strong as the Ancestor? How is this possible? He was Fifth Realm Middle Stage just a few years ago. Such progress—even an Arhat’s descent is too much!"
Sajia Ancestor: the founder of this world’s Heart Sect, peerless in talent, still required four centuries to reach the Sixth Realm.
This faceless monk, from his first trace to now, just about thirty years has passed—climbing from Second Realm to Sixth Realm—this kind of rapid progress, not even Master Ruyi can compare.
"If this person means harm..."
The Hall Head dared not imagine.
Aside from the Ancestor, none in this world could block the faceless monk. His arrival is surely connected to the Blood Teeth Emperor sealed beneath the Snow Mountain years ago by the Ancestor with a Treasure.
The monks kept their eyes down, not daring to meet the high heavens.
Only Master Ruyi, grinning boldly.
He said nothing, merely watched quietly.
The faceless monk’s voice resounded like a bell.
"Is there yet demon monsters below this Snow Mountain?"
The Hall Head pressed his palms together and declared solemnly:
"Monastics speak no lies; yes."
"Undo the array—I wish to slay demons."
The faceless monk reached casually toward the clouds with a sweep, pinched a tuft of white cloud as a meditation cushion, then sat down atop it as if idly lounging.
"I’ll wait."
The Hall Head’s heart thundered with anxiety.
"Senior, that demon monster was barely suppressed long ago by the Sajia Ancestor, a Sixth Realm powerhouse, using a Supreme Treasure, and though many years have passed, its ferocity is unchanged. Senior, though you’ve reached the Sixth Realm, likely you are not its match."
The faceless monk remained silent.
Master Ruyi enjoyed the show.
The other monks trembled in fear.
Yet upon hearing that Sajia Ancestor was already Sixth Realm, their hearts grew at ease—Ancient Ancestor has a Supreme Treasure, and this faceless monk comes empty-handed. Surely he is no match for the Ancestor.
The faceless monk chuckled lightly.
"Just release the demon monster. I guarantee your safety. Master Sajia, will you come out to meet me?"
The monks’ aura surged to the skies, backed by millions of demon monsters’ resentful spirits, all slain by monkly hands gone before.
The monks shouted angrily:
"Our Sajia Ancestor has long ascended, now a disciple beside the Supreme True Buddha, on a level with Arhats!"
"The Ancestor isn’t someone you get to see whenever you please!"
Suddenly,
The white-robed old monk statue cracked open.
A sigh of helplessness emerged.
"Are you a visitor from beyond this world?"
"Indeed."
"As I thought. The demon monster beneath the Snow Mountain is named Blood Teeth Emperor. In those years, I relied on an ancient relic to barely defeat it, then consumed its might with Sajia Temple’s fortune. Now its Realm has fallen, but it may still have the cultivation of Sixth Realm Middle Stage. I advise you leave. You’ve only just entered the Sixth Realm, with no treasure on hand—certainly not its match. If you truly wish to slay demons, then wait till my Realm stabilizes, and the Sixth Realm master at Divine Weapon Pavilion joins us. The three of us may have hope by joining forces."
"You say that without a treasure, I can’t slay demons? Master must have gotten the Treasure from a Heavenly Realm cultivator’s relic, right? Over-reliance on outside objects—thus your four centuries of cultivation took to barely reach Sixth Realm."
"Well...your words may have sense, but the lives of an entire world hang in the balance. I cannot trust you lightly."
"You distrust my character, or my strength?"
"With such natural talent, for decades you’ve slain demons in my world. Your accumulated merits I do believe, but killing a Demon Emperor, that depends on power."
"Hahaha, that’s a simple matter."
The faceless monk did not rise. A great hand reached from his sleeve, formed a seal, and vast spiritual power surged forth—morphing into a giant palm blotting out the sky, effortlessly lifting a snowy peak a thousand fathoms high.
The earth quaked, and even the heavens trembled.
The Snow Mountain vanished in his palm.
The faceless monk spoke with understatement.
"Will this level of strength do?"
From the statue stepped a middle-aged monk in white robes, horror in his eyes, a golden wheel turning behind him, fashioned from rare matter.
He exclaimed in terror:
"Comrade, are you mad? The array formed by these eighteen Snow Mountains plus central Sajia Peak is precisely the structure suppressing the demon monster. Remove one, and that demon monster will be unleashed!"
The faceless monk was silent for a moment before speaking.
"Your array is far too simple."
"Let’s not discuss this. Join forces with me—and with this broken Spiritual Weapon—we might have a chance to kill the demon."
The middle-aged monk’s eyes were full of helplessness.
Truly a disaster out of nowhere.
"Heh heh, Sajia bald donkey, still lost in your Spring and Autumn Dream? Back then, you only managed to wound me with the power of a broken Spiritual Weapon. This time, you’ll have no such luck."
Rumble—!
Blood light soared, ten thousand ghosts wailed, a blood-robed figure burst forth in wild laughter, pouncing at the middle-aged monk.
The middle-aged monk flung out his golden wheel.
But the blood-robed figure evaded it.
"This time I won’t be careless. Eh, you advanced to Sixth Realm... Still too weak!"
The aura of Sixth Realm Middle Stage burst forth.
The blood-robed figure spat out a dog tooth, entangling with the golden wheel, then reached with a bloody claw toward the monk’s chest.
"Bald donkey, die!"
"Comrade, strike now!"
The middle-aged monk fought and retreated.
The blood-robed figure suddenly stiffened.
Only now did it notice—there was another bald donkey atop the clouds.
"No face, and yet you dare trouble me?"
It grumbled, swiping a claw at the faceless monk.
The faceless monk neither dodged nor ducked. Buddha’s light blazed about him. A spiritual hand, like a Tathagata Divine Palm sealing heaven and earth, pressed down, covering dozens of miles.
Within the great hand, there seemed to be a Buddha Country.
Inside the Buddha Country, True Buddhas in veneration.
A nine-tiered pagoda stood, suppressing a corner of the Heart Realm.
The bloody claw was scattered to dust.
The Buddha Country pressed forth, enveloping the blood-robed figure, revealing the form of a blood-red Heavenly Dog.
Blood Teeth Emperor, Demon Emperor of the Heavenly Dog Clan.
In its bloodline memories, it seemed to have seen such a method before. A moment later, its terrified voice was heard.
"Prisoner Demon Hand...A descendant of Ancient Emperor Lanshan?"
Pa!
The Buddha Country dissolved into nothing.
Blood Teeth Emperor was also released to rebirth.