Chapter 615: Temple Buddha and Demon
Below the mountain range, people continuously climbed up the mountain. They even encountered each other, yet surprisingly did not fight, instead continuing to ascend.
The two individuals at the top of the mountain each possessed twelve points of starlight. If one person were to seize them, it would be a staggering number.
Moreover, the one with eight points of starlight did not seem to have entered a temple yet to exchange cultivation seeds for powerful divine abilities.
Many people in this entire area saw the situation and also began to converge on the mountain, as if the mountain where Lin Feng stood was destined to become the final battleground of this Fallen Demon Domain.
As for Lin Feng and Tang Youyou at this moment, they continued rushing toward the top of the mountain. Finally, they stood at the summit, on a vast, flat area that seemed to have been sheared off.
Furthermore, at the peak of this mountain stood a temple, with a mysterious aura wafting around it. Lin Feng gazed at the temple and seemed to see a Buddha statue, or perhaps a demon statue.
Buddha and demon, indistinguishable.
"That person's Golden Body technique must have been obtained from this temple." Lin Feng and Tang Youyou exchanged a glance, then looked down below. The crowd was continuously rushing upward, steadily approaching the mountain's summit.
"Are you going to enter this temple?"
Tang Youyou asked Lin Feng. At this moment, Lin Feng already had eight points of starlight and seven useless cultivation seeds. If he entered this temple, he would surely obtain powerful treasures to enhance his strength.
Lin Feng hesitated. He had painstakingly gathered seven cultivation seeds, aiming for that Sword Temple. But now that the crowd was coming to kill, if he wanted to reach the Sword Temple, he would have to fly through the air. That would make him a huge target, and more people would likely fix their eyes on him. If others also took to the air to pursue and intercept him, his situation would be dire.
If he entered this temple, he might gain a powerful divine ability, but perhaps he would lose the chance to go to the Sword Temple.
He stared intently at the temple. The Buddha and demon statues remained indistinguishable, ethereal, as if constantly shifting.
This gave Lin Feng a faint sense of familiarity. The Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art—wasn't that precisely Buddha and demon?
Could it be that he was fated to be connected to this temple and truly had to enter it?
"Can you enter?" Lin Feng asked Tang Youyou.
Tang Youyou hesitated for a moment, then said, "Those without usable cultivation seeds cannot activate the temple to close it upon entering. But if I go in with you, it should be fine."
Lin Feng nodded. If someone without usable cultivation seeds could still activate the temple, wouldn't they be able to stay inside indefinitely?
"Let's go. Enter." Lin Feng spoke decisively and stepped into the temple without further hesitation.
Tang Youyou followed closely behind Lin Feng into the temple. As expected, as soon as they entered, the temple door closed, and the starlight at the mountain's summit vanished, causing the people below to narrow their eyes.
At the mountain's peak, there was a temple!
Many began to retreat. Lin Feng had eight points of starlight and surely many usable cultivation seeds. If he exchanged them for a powerful divine ability, when he came out, it would no longer be them hunting Lin Feng, but rather being hunted by him.
Of course, some did not retreat. These were groups of people, each with only one point of starlight on their foreheads. So they had banded together, agreeing not to attack each other. Only this way could they protect themselves from being hunted—a clever move. If they fought among themselves upon meeting, they might all become prey for others.
But now, seeing the two at the mountain's peak—one with eight points of starlight, the other with four—they all grew greedy. If they joined forces, they might kill the two and seize their cultivation seeds, thus no longer needing to cower like this.
Although only one or two among them could ultimately kill and seize the seeds, everyone wanted to try, hoping it might be themselves.
At this moment, Lin Feng and Tang Youyou stepped into the temple. This temple was the same size as the Sword Temple, but no sword hung there. Instead, there was only a single statue, seated in the center directly ahead.
This massive statue was turned sideways to them, its face not facing them, because the statue had two faces—one on the left side and one on the right.
A Buddha statue and a demon statue, fused together, their backs facing each other.
"Buddha-Demon Statue," Tang Youyou murmured, slightly shocked. How could such a bizarre statue exist?
Buddha was Buddha, demon was demon—they had been opposing forces since ancient times. How could they be fused together now?
As for Lin Feng, his eyes were fixed there. A Buddha-Demon Statue—it truly was a Buddha-Demon Statue.
Could this temple really be connected to the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art?
He lowered his head to look forward. Before the Buddha-Demon Statue, on the left side, were three Buddha statues; on the right side, three demon statues. Above each statue, starlight shone, ranging from one point to six points.
"The Buddha statues only have one to three points of starlight, while the demon statues have four to six points. Buddha is inferior to demon?" Tang Youyou was full of confusion, curious about everything in this temple. Since the Buddha corresponded to one to three points of starlight and the demon to four to six, the divine abilities and techniques within the Buddha statues were clearly less powerful than those in the demon statues.
"It seems the one who built this temple had no respect for Buddha, but rather favored the demon," Tang Youyou said softly.
But Lin Feng's gaze was fixed on a small statue between the Buddha and the demon.
Half-Buddha, half-demon, with seven points of starlight. Within this lay the most powerful divine abilities and techniques.
"Seven cultivation seeds—how do you plan to use them?" Tang Youyou asked curiously. With these seven seeds, Lin Feng could cultivate one, two, or even three techniques. How would he choose? Buddha, demon, or the half-Buddha, half-demon in the middle?
"Of course, it's that one." Lin Feng pointed his finger at the central Buddha-Demon Statue. Having cultivated the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art, how could he hesitate? He would definitely choose this fused Buddha-demon statue.
Perhaps this half-Buddha, half-demon statue truly had a connection to the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art.
Tang Youyou looked deeply at Lin Feng, then stepped aside, saying, "I know you still want to enter other temples. Hurry up now. I won't disturb you."
"Alright." Lin Feng nodded. With a thought, the seven points of starlight on his forehead connected with the half-Buddha, half-demon statue. Another beam of starlight linked the statue to Lin Feng's brow, and instantly, his mind felt as if it were about to explode. A terrifying surge of memories flooded into his consciousness, causing him to stagger back a step.
Steadying himself, Lin Feng sat down cross-legged. The memories unlocked by these seven cultivation seeds were indeed incomparable to those unlocked by a single seed. These memories were far more domineering.
In Lin Feng's mind now, it was as if a vast, dark starry sky had appeared. Within this endless expanse, scenes unfolded with crystal clarity.
A Buddha, radiating dazzling golden light, illuminated half the space with brilliant Buddha radiance.
Opposite the Buddha stood a Demon Lord, his eyes utterly cold, exuding a terrifying demonic intent. Under this demonic intent, the other half of the space was plunged into profound darkness, devoid of any light, unreachable even by the Buddha's glow.
The Buddha and the Demon Lord seemed to have existed there since time immemorial, as if they had been locked in confrontation across an endless, deep void for eternity.
The Buddha's lips seemed to move, and countless Sanskrit characters transformed into golden Buddhist light, suppressing all evil, surging toward the darkness.
But the Demon Lord appeared fearless, standing there calmly. A surging demonic intent roared like rolling thunder, and dark demonic images continuously emerged from him, clashing with the golden Sanskrit seals, then fading into nothingness in the void, as if they had never existed.
Although his eyes were closed, Lin Feng's expression constantly shifted. The scenes unfolding in his mind were too shocking, making his heart pound incessantly, unable to calm down!