Chapter 2783: The Seventh Patriarch’s Sanskrit Script
Completely killing a spiritual power deity and erasing their spiritual power thoughts is no easy task.
The Abyssal Ancient Sword pressed down on Nan Sheng, unleashing thousands of sword qi that turned his body into a mist of blood, which Zhang Ruochen then refined with the Purifying Divine Flame he released.
A divine talisman possesses a talisman spirit.
This Moyang Divine Talisman had only just reached the divine talisman level; its talisman spirit’s intelligence was limited and it only obeyed Nan Sheng. The talisman spirit’s power was roughly at the demigod level, and without sufficient cultivation, it couldn’t be activated at all.
Zhang Ruochen spent considerable time refining the talisman spirit.
Gazing at the exquisite black jade talisman in his hand, Zhang Ruochen thought to himself, “With this talisman, even if I face a true god, I’ll have a fighting chance.”
Earlier, even though Zhang Ruochen’s spiritual power had reached the peak of the seventieth rank, he still couldn’t contend with the divine talisman. It was only after severely wounding Nan Sheng, which greatly reduced the talisman’s power, that he managed to win.
In the end, it wasn’t that the divine talisman was weak—it was that Nan Sheng was weak.
If the divine talisman were in his hands, Zhang Ruochen was confident he could unleash far greater power.
Zhang Ruochen checked Hai Shui’s injuries. With her golden body protecting her, she wasn’t severely hurt; the Buddha qi within her circulated endlessly, but her sacred soul had been shaken, leaving her temporarily unconscious.
The sounds of battle between Fengchen Sword God and Gui Si grew increasingly distant.
Fengchen Sword God must have lured Gui Si away.
Fengchen Sword God was undoubtedly one of the Nine Emperors of the former Kunlun Realm, the Sword Emperor Xue Hongchen. His appearance in the Ancient Desolate Ruins City meant a powerful external ally had arrived. Zhang Ruochen wouldn’t be surrounded by enemies without any support.
“Shua!”
A black shadow flew over from afar, stepping on golden Buddha walls and constantly shifting its form.
Finally, it landed beside Zhang Ruochen.
It was Xiao Hei, clad in a dark robe and a black cloak, exuding a cold aura. He stared at the Abyssal Ancient Sword amidst the blood mist and divine flames. Nan Sheng’s screams still echoed from within the blood mist.
Xiao Hei had followed his connection to Zhang Ruochen to find this place.
He said in surprise, “You actually killed Nan Sheng? This guy’s background is no small matter. You’ve stirred up big trouble.”
“It doesn’t matter. Even if I hadn’t killed him, the Tiannan Life-Death Ruins would still want me dead,” Zhang Ruochen said calmly.
“Eh!”
Xiao Hei stared at Zhang Ruochen’s exposed chest.
Zhang Ruochen’s body radiated extremely bright Buddha light, comparable to the surrounding golden Buddha walls. The spot on his chest where the Buddha Emperor Relic had fused was blindingly bright.
Even through the black cloak, Zhang Ruochen could sense Xiao Hei’s intense gaze.
“Such powerful Buddha qi! This is the relic left by that old bald donkey Xumi, right? Damn, the legendary Buddha Emperor Relic—this emperor has finally laid eyes on such a supreme treasure!”
Xiao Hei’s cold demeanor instantly shattered. He reached out and started groping Zhang Ruochen’s chest, as if drooling.
Zhang Ruochen grabbed his wrist and pushed him away.
“Don’t be like that! You’ve got more, right? Give me one—what’s our relationship? You’re not going to be stingy, are you? Don’t tell me there aren’t any left!” Xiao Hei said, extremely agitated.
Zhang Ruochen still had six Buddha Emperor Relics left, so he certainly wasn’t too stingy to give one away.
Zhang Ruochen said, “Even if I gave you one, you couldn’t refine it. You have the bloodline of the Undying Blood Clan in you, and you haven’t cultivated the Buddha path.”
“Who says this emperor hasn’t cultivated the Buddha path?”
Xiao Hei pressed his palms together, emitting Buddha light from his entire body, blasting the black cloak off his head, revealing a round, furry cat head.
He actually had a hint of sacred aura about him.
Zhang Ruochen said, “Alright, back then the Saint Monk suppressed you for a hundred thousand years. Giving you a relic counts as compensation. But you have to promise me one thing!”
“One thing? I’ll promise you ten!” Xiao Hei quickly said.
Zhang Ruochen said, “From now on, don’t casually call the Saint Monk by his name. You must address him respectfully as the Seventh Patriarch.”
“Fine, fine, the Seventh Patriarch, the Seventh Patriarch—boundless Buddha dharma, vast divine powers, illuminating the world.” Xiao Hei rattled off smoothly.
“Wait until we leave the Abyss of Darkness, then I’ll give it to you.”
“Why?”
“Whether you can refine the Buddha Emperor Relic is still uncertain. Giving you one would only be for you to study and comprehend. If I gave it to you now, you’d only mess things up.”
“Alright, don’t go back on your word then.”
Xumi Saint Monk’s vision was to “empty the hell of the human heart.”
Zhang Ruochen knew he didn’t have the ability to fulfill this vision—a vision no one could ever fully realize. But he could still do his utmost to accomplish meaningful things, reducing hatred, killing, and sorrow in the world.
Easier said than done, of course—it was incredibly difficult.
He needed the support of some powerful figures around him.
Xiao Hei was often unreliable, but when truly needed, he would definitely stand by Zhang Ruochen’s side.
Just like this journey to the Abyss of Darkness, which was extremely dangerous, yet Xiao Hei hadn’t backed down.
Because Xiao Hei understood very well how important this trip was to Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen believed that even if Xumi Saint Monk were still alive, he would want his relics to be used to cultivate more powerful beings, rather than being preserved in a box.
Xiao Hei sensed something and fixed his round cat eyes on a certain point in space.
“Such a strong divine power fluctuation.”
No sooner had he spoken than the divine realm world of Kongli Canghai was pierced by a five-colored sword light. Two surges of powerful divine power erupted from the spot Xiao Hei had been staring at.
“Boom!”
Countless rule divine patterns and sword qi surged in all directions.
The figures of Kongli Canghai and Bore appeared one after another, landing on the ground.
Bore held the Fate Decision Staff in one hand and the Five-Colored Stone Sword in the other, clad in the Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor, her aura at its peak, forcing Xiao Hei and Zhang Ruochen to retreat continuously. Zhang Ruochen held the unconscious Hai Shui in his arms.
Kongli Canghai’s divine body was half-soaked in blood, clearly having suffered a major defeat.
He laughed coldly, “The Divine Maiden is indeed the representative figure of this eon. Impressive—this god admits defeat. But with the fall of Divine General Gailin and Rain Heavenly Master, the Destiny Temple must answer to the Death Clan. I hope the Divine Maiden can still maintain her current demeanor then.”
“Not just Divine General Gailin and Rain Heavenly Master—Nan Sheng is dead too. I killed him, I killed them all.”
Zhang Ruochen handed Hai Shui to Xiao Hei and, speaking as he walked, pushed through the powerful divine force emanating from Bore, stepping forward. “If the Death Clan, the Death God Temple, and the Tiannan Life-Death Ruins want revenge, come find me. This has nothing to do with Bore Divine Maiden. Every word I say is true.”
“Shua!”
The Abyssal Ancient Sword had completely suppressed and killed Nan Sheng, flying back into Zhang Ruochen’s hand.
Bore watched Zhang Ruochen walk step by step toward Kongli Canghai, a sense of worry rising in her heart. She felt Zhang Ruochen was being too reckless. The opponent was a mid-rank god; even though her combat power far exceeded Kongli Canghai’s, she had been cautious in their clash, never underestimating him.
Just as she was about to pull Zhang Ruochen back, her expression suddenly changed.
On the opposite side, Kongli Canghai wouldn’t miss this golden opportunity. He burst into extreme speed, transforming into a beam of divine light, and punched toward the approaching Zhang Ruochen.
At such close range, for a deity, it was instantaneous.
Bore let out a sharp cry and charged toward Zhang Ruochen.
Xiao Hei tossed Hai Shui behind him and let out a roar, rushing forward.
But it was too late.
Kongli Canghai’s fist had already struck Zhang Ruochen’s chest.
A true god’s punch—if it landed, even a star would explode, let alone Zhang Ruochen.
“Zhang Ruochen, you’re seeking death yourself. Don’t blame this god,” Kongli Canghai sneered coldly.
But his smile lasted only a moment before gradually turning into shock. He saw Buddhist characters appearing all over Zhang Ruochen’s body.
“Boom!”
Both Zhang Ruochen and Kongli Canghai’s bodies flew backward.
The difference was that Kongli Canghai was struck by the Buddhist characters on Zhang Ruochen’s body, his divine body shattered into pieces, bones broken and flesh torn apart.
Zhang Ruochen, though he spat out a mouthful of blood, wasn’t seriously injured. He was caught by Bore, who had rushed up from behind, and all the impact force was neutralized.
Zhang Ruochen pressed his hand against his aching chest and laughed.
Just now, when Kongli Canghai’s fist hit him, his spiritual power had surged rapidly again, but unfortunately, it didn’t break through to the seventy-first rank.
A true god wasn’t so easy to kill.
Kongli Canghai reformed his divine body and immediately activated a secret technique to burn his divine blood, fleeing at top speed. He didn’t even leave behind a harsh word, afraid of being surrounded and attacked.
“What’s going on? Kongli Canghai is a mid-rank god—how did hitting you shatter him instead?”
Xiao Hei reached out to touch Zhang Ruochen’s chest again.
Bore kept staring at Zhang Ruochen’s chest and extended a slender jade finger, lightly touching it. “It’s these Buddhist characters—the power of the Buddha Emperor Relic.”
Xiao Hei thought of something and quickly withdrew his hand. “This emperor gets it now. These Buddhist characters are the Seventh Patriarch’s Sanskrit Script. Their power rivals the heavenly patterns of a All Heavens-level powerhouse. Incredible, Zhang Ruochen! With heavenly patterns protecting your body now, you’re like a porcupine—whoever hits you gets the short end of the stick!”
“It’s not that strong, is it? How about you try hitting me?” Zhang Ruochen said.
Xiao Hei shook his head vigorously, keeping his distance from Zhang Ruochen.
Bore’s expression turned serious. “The Seventh Patriarch’s Sanskrit Script should have emanated from the Buddha Emperor Relic. It’s indeed extraordinary. But that doesn’t mean you can act recklessly without fear.”
“Just now, although Kongli Canghai shattered himself, his punch still injured you—just not severely. But if the deity attacking you had a much higher cultivation than Kongli Canghai, you might not withstand it.”
“Moreover, once the opponent knows you have the Seventh Patriarch’s Sanskrit Script protecting your body, they won’t choose to attack you at close range.”
Zhang Ruochen said, “I understand. Only when one’s own power is strong is it truly strong. Otherwise, if I meet Kongli Canghai again, he could just use a net-like treasure to capture me.”
Xiao Hei chuckled, “Don’t worry. Being hit by the Seventh Patriarch’s Sanskrit Script, even if he’s a mid-rank god, it’ll be hard for him to refine the Buddha force within his body. Who knows, he might end up with a permanent, incurable injury. Before the eon calamity comes, he could suffer the five declines of heaven and man.”
“Kongli Canghai didn’t have much lifespan left anyway. This time, he’s probably really done for.”