Chapter 566: God's Stratagem Forged, Buddhist Relics as Firewood

Chapter 566: Chapter 332: God’s Stratagem Forged, Buddhist Relics as Firewood

“Wh-what’s happening?”

“Did that Evil God notice something?”

…

Above the Bone Decay Forest, the figure of the Rot Body Buddha materialized out of thin air.

Its senses, entwined with gray vines, fully extended, frantically scanning every inch of the surrounding space.

“Come out!” Its spiritual roar echoed through the air.

The next moment, a figure flashed past less than fifty meters in front of it, so fast that it didn’t even leave an afterimage.

Immediately after, a searing white orb of light, radiating an aura of destruction, was thrown out.

“What is that?!”

For the first time, an emotion called “terror” emerged within the Rot Body Buddha’s chaotic Will.

It instinctively activated its Divine Realm. Endless flesh-and-blood vines shot up from the ground, wrapping around the orb layer by layer in an attempt to strangle and devour it.

But it was too late.

BOOM—!!!

An indescribable explosion erupted in the center of the Bone Decay Forest.

A searing white light instantly devoured everything.

The three sets of pressure-boosting structures Han Feng had packed inside disintegrated the moment the restraining Earth Energy was detonated.

The hyper-compressed Flame Energy was unleashed in all directions with near-savage force!

Before the intense heat, which was hot enough to melt steel, the so-called flesh-and-blood vines didn’t last even a second before turning to charcoal.

At the core of the explosion, the giant, fleshy lotus platform was instantly torn to shreds and vaporized.

The terrifying shockwave, mixed with scorching flames, formed a circular wall of fire that swept across the entire Bone Decay Forest!

Countless treant-like puppets known as “Withered Wood Walkers” were instantly ignited as the wall of fire passed, letting out silent screams as they turned to ash.

The pink miasma was swept away, and the entire forest became a sea of fire.

As for the instigator, Han Feng, he had ducked back into the [Sword Tomb Space] the instant he threw out the Flame Flying Dragon. He was now casually admiring his masterpiece from a god’s-eye view.

‘Tsk, tsk. This is even more powerful than a Silent Extinction tactical missile.’

He looked down at the vitrified crater below, which was over five hundred meters in diameter, and nodded in satisfaction.

After the explosion, in the center of the devastated crater, a charred, constantly writhing mass of flesh was struggling to pull itself together.

It was the remains of the Rot Body Buddha.

Its vaunted and tenacious Life Force came into play at this moment.

As long as its core was not destroyed, it could regenerate.

But the searing flames had severely damaged the surrounding Bone Blood Trees. With most of its nutrient source, which it relied upon for survival, cut off, its recovery speed became extremely slow.

Its core, the Ancient Martial Monk’s Golden Body, was now covered in cracks, its spiritual light dim.

It was injured, very badly.

Inside the Sword Tomb Space, Han Feng quickly replenished his depleted Spiritual Power with [Spiritual Essence] and reappeared.

He floated above the crater, looking down condescendingly at the struggling mass of rotten flesh.

“ROAR!”

The Rot Body Buddha let out a roar that was a mix of Sanskrit chants and plant-like hisses. Dozens of charred vines shot out from its remaining flesh, lashing toward Han Feng.

Even a cornered beast will fight.

Han Feng didn’t even bother to dodge.

“It’s over.”

With a single thought.

[Three-Inch Heart Sword·Small Success] activated!

He pushed the [Illusory Sword] and [Formless] Traits to their limits.

Two illusory Heart Swords transformed into brilliant golden lotuses, radiating a serene, Buddhistic light of Silent Extinction, devoid of any killing intent.

Instead, they were filled with a sense of Enlightenment and guidance as they flew straight toward the center of the Golden Body’s brow.

The Rot Body Buddha’s chaotic Divine Soul instinctively sensed the threat.

But its “Buddha Nature” was drawn to the lotuses, causing a moment of hesitation and confusion.

And in that single moment!

Another, true Heart Sword, infused with the [Formless] Trait—formless and intangible—silently bypassed all defenses.

It precisely pierced the “root” connecting the Golden Body to the fleshy lotus platform below—the true location of the Demon Plant’s Soul Core!

“AAGH—!”

A soul-rending spiritual shriek exploded in everyone’s Sea of Consciousness.

The writhing mass of rotten flesh suddenly stiffened, then completely lost all its Vitality, melting into a puddle of foul-smelling black liquid.

The Divine Soul had been obliterated.

Han Feng, expressionless, waved his hand.

The [Sword Tomb Space] opened. An invisible vortex appeared, sucking in the crack-covered Martial Monk’s Golden Body along with all the black liquid below it.

All that remained on the ground was a bottomless, vitrified crater more than five hundred meters in diameter.

The edges of the crater were still melting, the rock and bone dust burned into a liquid state, radiating a terrifying heat.

The entire Bone Decay Forest had been utterly transformed into a blazing inferno.

Only after doing all this did he turn his gaze to the surroundings.

With the God dead, the Divine Realm collapsed.

Throughout the forest, the dozens of surviving Thorn Guards and over a hundred formidable Totem Warriors were plunged into a brief state of dazed confusion.

Han Feng gave them no time to react. His figure vanished once more.

A silent slaughter began.

He was like a Ghost flitting through the sea of fire. Each appearance was accompanied by a flash of silver light.

Those elite units, with strength comparable to Tier Three Martial Artists, had their skulls pierced by a Flying Sword before they could even see who their enemy was.

The moment their bodies fell, they were collected from a distance by the [Sword Tomb Space].

「A few minutes later.」

Within the entire Bone Decay Forest, every unit at Tier Three or above, along with the lurking Evil Cultists, had been wiped clean.

After finishing his work, Han Feng didn’t linger for a moment, soaring into the sky and disappearing over the horizon.

「Long after he had gone.」

Hu Kaishan and his group finally crawled, trembling, out of a hole in the ground that had been smashed open by a chunk of the lotus platform’s flesh.

Because they were so close, they had been shielded from the core of the blast by the Rot Body Buddha’s remains and had luckily survived.

They stared at the apocalyptic scene before them, each one dumbfounded and horrified.

“Wh-what happened here?”

“The Decaying Buddha Tribe… is gone? Just like that?”

“What was that just now? Was a God fighting here?”

The crowd chattered amongst themselves, their expressions a mixture of shock and suspicion.

A young Martial Artist stammered, “Did… did a Tier Four Grandmaster from the outside world get in?”

“Impossible! The rules don’t allow it!”

Hu Kaishan immediately retorted, then fell into even deeper confusion.

‘But if it wasn’t a Grandmaster, then who could it be?

Someone who could wipe out a Tier Four Divine’s entire lair in a single blow?’

Just as everyone was speculating uncertainly, a guard in the caravan suddenly remembered something, and his expression turned extremely strange.

“Boss Hu… that explosion… that speed…”

He pointed to the sky, his voice incredibly hoarse.

“There’s a legend back at the base… about that consultant, the one who single-handedly forced the Black Rock Tribe’s army to retreat… They say his methods are like divine punishment.”

Everyone looked at each other, and a chilling suspicion gradually surfaced in all their minds.