The sixth Sword Tomb.
It was located on a large lake, with dense malevolent energy forming vast leaden clouds in the sky. Birds were nowhere to be seen, and no fish existed.
The gatehouse at the entrance of the Sword Tomb bore three large characters: Fuxie Tie.
Bai Zimo had secretly visited here last night and had also put in some hard work back at his place, researching the history behind the Sword Tomb.
In ancient times, there was a Divine Man in the Western Realm named Da Yue Yaochang, who was the grandson of Da Yu.
He only lived for seven hundred years in this world. For the first hundred years, he slew numerous demon dragons and evil flood dragons in the black waters of the south. For the next two hundred years, he cut down many fiery drought specters beneath the crimson waters of the Western Wilderness. For another hundred years, he annihilated countless frost monsters and snow spirits in the bitter cold lands of the north. For yet another hundred years, he subdued thousands of earth spirits and ghost immortals in the eastern sea and sky realm. For the final two hundred years, with the world already peaceful, he sat beneath Kunlun Mountain, quietly awaiting his ascension.
After his ascension, his remains were left behind. All the demons and ghosts in the world dared not harm them in the slightest. His bones were eroded and weathered by time, solidifying to become the Hell-Suppressing Evil-Subduing Stone.
As everyone entered the Sword Tomb, the large lake was suddenly split apart by a powerful and majestic sword qi, revealing the muddy bottom. It was then instantly dried and hardened by the sword wind.
Countless Xiangshu (Xiang Shu) minions floated in the water. They were distinctly different from those in the other Sword Tombs, not being humans who had fallen, but mostly demons and monsters (chīmèiwǎngliǎng), demon spirits, and ghost essences. Their forms were already terrifying, and after being twisted and demonized, each one was utterly grotesque: nine-headed ghost-faced dragons, human-headed monstrous trees, Buddha-faced evil spiders, and other horrifying entities beyond the capacity of ordinary mortals to bear. A normal person would fall into madness upon seeing them.
Fortunately, the sword qi in the center of the lake repelled all these evil creatures behind the water wall, leaving a wide and dry passage.
Taiwu Xixi had already prepared for a fierce battle, but seeing this strange phenomenon, she was greatly surprised.
The master of this Sword Tomb disdained the minions of external paths as his subordinates and directly summoned everyone to face him.
How arrogant, how resolute!
Simon took the lead, walking towards the center of the lake.
The murky black water on both sides was held back by the sword qi, its edges smooth. Reflecting the dim sunlight filtering through the leaden clouds, it gleamed like crystal. The greedy, drooling demons seemed like evil enemies in a mural, savage and ferocious.
Bai Zimo, stimulated by the sword qi, erupted with battle intent, standing firm like a poplar tree amidst a dust storm, unyielding.
Wang Ping'an carefully observed Taiwu Xixi's stubborn face. She was struggling to resist the sword intent that filled the heavens and earth. The Lay Buddhists gently smiled. If you realize your own weakness, then let the path of the strong open up, even if the price is something neither you nor I wish to accept.
In the middle of the lake.
A simple tomb.
Taiwu Xixi used her sword hilt to unseal the tomb door.
A ten-foot-tall, white-haired strong man walked out, covered in scars. He looked less like a complete human body and more like an aggregation of scars.
His gray clothes were simple and plain, stained with specks of black, which were the blood of demons. Malevolent energy surged, forming a mournful cloud of mist. The strong man held a broadsword and spoke loudly from a hazy mist.
"Blue sky and thick earth, a bright and clear universe, why are there so many evil creatures that can't be killed or eliminated?" He pointed his sword at Simon, "And who are you, demon? You must be a deer demon! Yes, whether you are Buddha or demon, you are not of the human way, and you must be slain!"
This was the first time Taiwu Xixi wasn't targeted in a Sword Tomb. It turned out that Da Yue Yaochang's obsession with demons and ghosts was even greater than the mission of Xiangshu (Xiang Shu). The little sister immediately burst out laughing when she saw this white-haired, iron-headed brute directly provoke the Buddha's son.
The remaining two Laymen, and even the five little foreigners, also laughed heartily.
Little Mo Nu couldn't even hold her flower branch; she covered her mouth with her hands and softly said, "This brute is about to suffer a loss."
Da Yue Yaochang's heart was as firm as iron. The Divine Sword, Fuxie Tie, in his hand transformed into a long staff and was wielded wildly. It was precisely the Shaolin Divine Tier martial art—Bodhidharma Staff Technique!
Simon showed a hint of nostalgia; he thought of Abbot Zixing.
Shaolin is no longer that sacred temple. Nowadays, it has become a secular sect, where Buddhist and Taoist Laymen marry normally and exchange martial arts and Buddhist studies.
Yi Gu Courtyard is now a very popular tourist attraction, after all, it's where the Buddha's son once lived…
While he was distracted, Da Yue Yaochang would not show mercy to a deer demon. The long staff struck directly at his brow. His ten-thousand-year martial arts will was utterly pure and refined, condensing his spirit, holding the Divine Sword, sitting high in the nine heavens, treading on black clouds—what a peerless Divine General, suppressing hell and subduing evil!
No entity could escape the battle circle; they could only endure the sword wielder's violent onslaught. This was the divine ability of Fuxie Tie.
The iron staff, formed from the Divine Sword, suddenly met immense resistance three feet in front of Simon. Da Yue Yaochang roared, and the forty-eight forms of the Bodhidharma Staff Technique surged forth.
Simon was not in a hurry to kill him; he raised his palm to parry his moves.
The white-haired Divine Man praised, "What a formidable demon! Even I cannot match your strength. It seems the day for me to sacrifice myself for righteousness is now!"
Little chubby Wei Qi, who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned when he heard "sacrifice oneself for righteousness." Da Yue Yaochang's image suddenly rose in his eyes. Little Wei Qi nodded seriously, "Strive on! Strive on!"
Taiwu Xixi let out a strange cry and rushed over, grabbing Wei Qi's round face and refusing to let go, "What's going on, you ungrateful wretch! Why are you boosting someone else's morale and diminishing your own?"
The chubby boy put on a serious face, then was squashed by the little sister, but he still tried hard to speak his true feelings: "I think that big brother spoke well!"
"No lunch for you."
"I was wrong."
Simon was amused by the two clowns behind him, then looked seriously at Da Yue Yaochang and sighed, "Make your move. I've decided to give you a dignified death."
The long staff in Da Yue Yaochang's hand transformed again, this time into a pair of iron pestles.
He crouched down, took a stance, his face indifferent. His imposing aura had materialized on his body, formed by the lingering souls of countless evil creatures he had slain, twisted and bundled together, emitting terrifying roars that made one's heart tremble.
Among all pestle techniques, the Immeasurable Vajra Sect's was the best, yet the ultimate Vajra Sect pestle technique was only of the Peerless Second Tier.
Da Yue Yaochang ascended on Kunlun Mountain, so he indeed had a connection with the Vajra Sect.
Now, he was going to use his most favored move.
Naturally, it was far more profound than the Peerless Second Tier Immovable Wisdom King Pestle.
The history of the Taiwu World is complex, with countless divine arts scattered through the ages.
This move was never passed down.
Super Divine First Tier, Exterminating God and Annihilating World Pestle.
Simon also raised his palm.
Super Divine First Tier, Buddha's Clumsy Hand.
The Lay Buddhists's face changed dramatically, and he shouted, "Quickly enter the Pure Land!"
Taiwu Xixi and Bai Zimo dared not stay to watch the battle. They pulled the eager little foreigners and fled back into the Pure Land.
In the nick of time, the epiphyllum mirror suddenly closed, and a ring of world-destroying qi slowly spread out.
The separated lake water touched the qi ring and silently dissipated into mist.
The lake demons, in their terror, turned into dust.
The thousand-mile lake and distant hills were all flattened.
A massive amount of lake water rose into the air and fell as heavy rain.
Simon stood in the rain, hands behind his back.
Da Yue Yaochang sat down, head bowed, and asked, "How many demons are left in the world?"
"You can go see for yourself."
"No chance."
His body slowly turned to stone. After speaking his last words, he had already become a vaguely shaped statue.
Though dead, his spirit was still grand.
"A good man," Simon praised.
The sword hilt transformed.
A gray-haired youth, carrying a heavy sword, walked out with his head held high. His first words upon seeing them were: "You deer demon! I'm not afraid of you!"
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