Chapter 1296: A Single Page of Scripture
"Such powerful Buddhist chanting, resonating with the heaven-and-earth treasures!" Lin Feng gazed into the distance at the group of Buddhist monks suspended high in the sky, still standing atop the giant Buddha's massive palm. That boundless, colossal Buddha seemed like the ancestor of all Buddhas, its golden body immeasurable, its divine power overwhelming, and its Buddha light illuminating all under heaven.
The obscure chanting continued, and in that moment, countless powerful figures flickered into motion, charging toward the most dazzling clusters of light.
"Boom!" A terrifying explosion rang out, like a thunderbolt striking the minds of the crowd, turning countless faces pale. Those weaker in strength even coughed up blood continuously. The immense golden Buddha roared into motion, hurtling toward the most brilliant star. Buddha light cleared the path, forcing even darkness to retreat, unstoppable.
"That damned old bastard dropped the ball!" Lin Feng grunted as well, blood trickling from his lips. He cursed inwardly. At such a critical moment, his ally was absent. With his own strength, how could he compete for treasures without drawing the Skyless Sword? The rolling Buddhist chanting was terrifying, already shaking his soul. The violent tremors made his blood surge and his veins pulse uncontrollably.
"Heavenly Thunder Sound Monastery—this is the same kind of combined attack technique as the Sword Pavilion. The monks unite their power, manifesting the ancient golden Buddha, its Buddha force overwhelming the heavens!" Lin Feng was stunned. The golden Buddha in the sky lunged at the dazzling treasure. With a great roar that made even gods and demons flee, it struck out a palm, forming an immeasurably huge Buddha handprint that slammed down from above. Some weaker cultivators were crushed to death on the spot.
"Crack!" Lin Feng crushed a sword seal in his hand, then plunged his body into the darkness below. When he rose into the air again, he was clad in white robes, his demeanor elegant and transcendent—it was Lin Feng's true body.
Now that the treasures had appeared, these experts had all gone mad. Without Buddha and demon, even Buddha became a demon. One palm strike had killed who knew how many people. If there was a chance to seize the treasure, the Skyless Sword would need to be drawn a second time.
Sword qi howled as it swept through the air. In an instant, a colossal sword materialized beside Lin Feng. Pointing at the second brightest light, Lin Feng said to the Sword Pavilion experts, "Go and claim that treasure!"
"Yes, Young Master." A respectful voice replied, and then the giant sword formed by the Sword Pavilion experts pierced through the sky toward the second dazzling light in the distance.
A sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. At this moment, most of the experts were fighting over the brightest light, especially the sovereign lords wielding imperial weapons, all wanting the best treasure. That was why Lin Feng had sent the Sword Pavilion to seize the second brightest light. With their strength, it should be no problem.
As for Lin Feng himself, he stepped forward and headed toward the most dazzling light. A fierce battle was already raging there. The golden Buddha's light illuminated heaven and earth, and thousands of Buddha palms struck out simultaneously, shattering the sky. Each blow destroyed countless treasure seekers. In that moment, the ancient Buddha had become a Buddha of slaughter.
Now, the giant Buddha extended an immeasurably huge golden hand, reaching for the glimmer of light in the void. This golden hand was ten zhang thick, stretching endlessly toward the distant treasure. Everything around it lost its luster, leaving only boundless Buddha light. All else had to retreat and scatter.
"The ancient Buddha manifested by the combined power of the monks—its strength is terrifying!" The crowd's hearts trembled violently. But at that moment, a bolt of lightning as thick as a tree trunk shot out, colliding with the enormous Buddha palm. The space around them seemed about to shatter. The terrifying lightning spread along the palm, but it only halted the Buddha hand for a moment before it continued forward.
"Bull!" The demon sovereign of Thunder Emperor Island roared. In the distance, the demon sovereign under the Bull Demon Emperor bellowed in response. Countless wild bulls appeared in the sky, their hooves thundering as they trampled the void. The entire heaven and earth trembled violently as they continuously crashed into the Buddha handprint.
Rumbling sounds echoed endlessly. Then, the Wen Family sovereign lord, holding a precious umbrella in his hand, suddenly opened it. Boundless spatial power surged forth. The Wen Family sovereign lord vanished in an instant, reappearing directly before the dazzling light. The umbrella swept forward, trying to collect it.
"Get lost!" A figure emerged from the void—it was the Qi Family sovereign lord. He struck out with a palm, seeming to split space itself, halting the umbrella. The Qi Family sovereign lord then traced a line in the void, trapping the treasure's light within a pocket of space.
"Kill!" The Wen Family sovereign lord roared in fury. Overwhelming killing force erupted. The precious umbrella opened toward the Qi Family sovereign lord, releasing endless spatial killing intent fused with the essence of slaughter. It turned into rays of deadly light, stabbing at the Qi Family sovereign lord.
"This is mine!" The Qi Family sovereign lord bellowed, ignoring the attack entirely. Madness gleamed in his eyes as he reached for the treasure he had already bound.
"Slow!" A voice rang out. A pair of heavenly eyes appeared in the void, icy cold. The Qi Family sovereign lord's movements suddenly seemed to slow, making his face turn ashen.
"Sikong Tu!" The Qi Family sovereign lord roared, staring at the figure in the void. Sizzling sounds rang out as the Wen Family sovereign lord's umbrella rays pierced his body. Spatial power and killing force rampaged within him. A look of despair flashed in the Qi Family sovereign lord's eyes as his body was torn apart.
"Come here!" Sikong Tu's hand trembled. Space seemed to warp. The terrifying heavenly eyes shone, and the dazzling treasure light flew toward his hand.
"Whoosh!" A figure flashed by. The treasure light vanished abruptly—someone had snatched it. The crowd's eyes narrowed. Taken?
"Over there!" The crowd looked in one direction. A brilliant flash of light had flickered and disappeared—the light released just before the treasure was stowed away.
"People from the Blood Wasteland Purgatory!" The crowd's eyes sharpened. It had to be someone from the Purgatory. Shadow hunters, shadow martial souls, the darkness—it was their best cover.
"Om mani padme hum..." The rolling Buddhist chanting resounded again. The void blazed with light. Buddha light illuminated the space, revealing a dark shadow not far away, below the crowd. The man hadn't fled—once he ran, he would trigger spatial fluctuations. Better to hide below and wait for the crowd to chase after him. But he clearly hadn't expected the Buddha light to be so terrifying, leaving him nowhere to hide.
Seeing the countless terrifying gazes fixed on him, the man's face turned pale. His body trembled, turning into a streak of black light. But at that moment, the world shifted, as if another scene had appeared. Rolling mist surged, trapping him within. He couldn't escape at all.
An illusion—the experts from Illusory World Heavenly Palace had made their move!
"Kill!" The terrifying Buddha hand, now unopposed, slammed down toward the Purgatory expert, vast and boundless.
"Take them!" A low voice rang out. The man instantly threw out several storage rings. But no one paid him any attention. All attacks descended upon him. There was no path to heaven.
"Boom!" His body was shattered by the endless assault. A deep black storage ring appeared in the void—that was the one.
Everyone immediately charged toward it. But at that moment, mist rose, and a series of delicate laughs echoed. Before the crowd, countless enchanting female figures appeared, stirring their six desires.
As for Lin Feng, he was still outside the illusion, standing quietly in an inconspicuous corner. The treasures had appeared, and all the experts were scrambling for them. Many knew that striking first was dangerous, yet they dared not let others take the lead. What if someone snatched the treasure and escaped? So no one was willing to wait; they all fought directly.
But for Lin Feng, his strength was too weak. He had no right to compete. Even if he drew the Skyless Sword, with all the sovereign lords present, trying to seize the treasure was nothing but a fool's dream. A single shout from one of them could shake him to death. All he could do was wait for an opportunity.
"That side should be about done!" Lin Feng's gaze swept into the distance. The Sword Pavilion experts held absolute dominance in that other camp. Seizing that treasure should be a sure thing.
"This treasure, I want it too!" A sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. With a thought, a wisp of his consciousness pierced out from between his brows and sank into the ground. At the same time, many figures flickered toward him from afar—the demon puppets.
He had already seen clearly. This treasure seemed to be a single page of a golden scripture, likely an emperor-class scripture, or even the Three Lives Scripture!
"If it really is the Three Lives Scripture, none of these experts would return to the Eight Wastelands Realm once they got their hands on it!" Lin Feng murmured to himself. Once they obtained an emperor-class scripture, who would hand it over?
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