Chapter 1660 - 222: Break Point

Chapter 1660: Chapter 222: Break Point

"You should know that the Heavenly Phoenix Palace is now under my command."

Lu Yuzhen asked coldly, "If you leave now... no one in this world can stop me. Are you not afraid that I will let the Demon Country march south and perform a ’Blood Sacrifice’ with billions of lives in Great Chu and Great Li?"

"That sounds quite intimidating."

Xie Xuanyi was unmoved.

He looked into Lu Yuzhen’s eyes and smiled, "But it’s merely intimidating, nothing more."

If Lu Yuzhen’s goal was the Blood Sacrifice.

Then there would not have been the previous battle at Lotus Peak.

"I’ll be waiting for you at the end of the River of Destiny."

After speaking.

Xie Xuanyi hesitated no more.

He placed one hand on the great coffin, and countless golden splashes flew from the ground, transforming into a sea of cicadas.

Whoosh!

Golden cicadas flew backward, and the void shattered.

Standing among them, Lu Yuzhen tilted his head, watching this magnificent scene in silence for a long time.

After a long while.

Lu Yuzhen let out a long sigh.

"Damn."

...

...

Inside the Fan Yin Temple, it was deathly silent, silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Outside the Fan Yin Temple was a sea of people.

Hundreds of monks stood outside the main sect temple, all with solemn expressions, among them were those in the Yin God Realm.

Soft recitations of Buddhist scriptures echoed outside the main sect’s courtyard walls. The monks formed two circles inside and out, and besides that, the distant streets and alleys were all blocked by the iron cavalry, as the crowd, confused, wanted to see what exactly was happening... Today, the main sect of Fan Yin Temple deliberately emptied the entire temple, and even the Emperor of Great Li was alerted, personally coming to Phoenix Seal City to investigate.

"Lord Buddha Son."

Chang Mei Arhat cautiously spoke, "The hour of You has passed, can we... go in now?"

The monks had been waiting all day.

Not daring to eat, to move carelessly, or to leave.

No one knew what had happened.

"..."

Ten years had passed, Mi Yun was no longer the young boy he once was.

He had grown tall, even taller than Hidden Cicada. Handsome features, well-defined face, but his eyes still held the innocent and sincere air of that little monk from years ago. All day, Mi Yun stood with hands joined in prayer, no one knew what was happening with the main sect, but he knew.

Just an hour ago.

A gentle breeze swept through.

Except for Miao Zhen and Hidden Cicada, no one sensed the anomaly brought by this breeze.

Mi Yun knew.

This breeze...

Was the arrival of a benefactor.

Now, the benefactor had reached a "mysteriously profound" realm, and even with his Cause and Effect Dao Realm, he could not trace its exact path. Just an indistinct feeling of the breeze passing by, taking something with it.

But it no longer mattered.

By now, fighting must have broken out at Fan Yin Temple.

"Can we go in?"

Mi Yun looked up and spoke softly, the sound seemed like a mumble to himself.

But actually... inside the Fan Yin Temple, a Pocket World was hidden.

In the Red Pearl Cicada Country, the voice of Chi Chanzi emerged.

"Yes."

Mi Yun nodded at Chang Mei.

Under Chang Mei’s direction, the young monks behind him all stepped back.

Mi Yun took a deep breath.

He, with a nervous and uneasy heart, slowly reached out, pushing open the main sect temple door, the twilight glow spilled from the temple.

Two strongest individuals battled in the main sect of Fan Yin Temple.

What kind of scene would it be?

After pushing the door, Mi Yun was stunned.

The temple was very clean.

The Heavenly King Statue and Arhat Seat showed not a single sign of damage or destruction.

The great array arranged inside the temple showed no trace of having been activated.

On the ground, many fallen leaves were blown into a pile by the wind, one layer upon another.

"Benefactor..."

Mi Yun murmured softly, "Have you left?"

"Did the strongest really fight here?"

Few were privy to the inside story.

Miao Zhen and Hidden Cicada exchanged glances, each seeing the shock and astonishment in the other’s eyes.

"Elder Chi Chanzi, what happened here?"

Hidden Cicada couldn’t help but ask, inquiring directly of the Great Virtue in the Buddha Country, "Who won and who lost this battle?"

"I couldn’t see clearly."

From the Red Pearl Cicada Country came a soft sigh.

Chi Chanzi said in a low voice, "Lu Yuzhen’s Dao Domain froze the entire Fan Yin Temple. By the time I regained my senses, everything had ended... Though the main sect appears clean, the battle fought here is already over."

"..."

They all looked at each other.

"I think they must have gone to a farther, more fitting battlefield."

Chi Chanzi paused.

He looked ahead.

The coffin he had guarded and sealed for nearly a hundred years had disappeared without a trace.

Chi Chanzi smiled with a complex expression, "This should be... a good thing, right?"

...

...

The golden light swept wide, transforming into a rain of cicadas.

Xie Xuanyi felt as if he was enveloped by the radiant light of the sun, his entire body, unprecedentedly warm.

Unlike the last Divine Travel.

This time.

He clearly felt that Divine Travel was no longer a dream.

However... between heaven and earth, a tremendous force appeared out of nowhere, propelling him.

"Once stepping into the River of Destiny, there is no going back."

This thought arose in Xie Xuanyi’s mind.

He looked back.

Suddenly, the range of his Divine Thought expanded immensely, as if it could encompass the entire world.

Xie Xuanyi saw.

Fan Yin Temple.

Mi Yun, along with Miao Zhen, Hidden Cicada, and numerous monks, were inspecting the battle scars left in the main sect of the temple.

Lotus Peak.

Countless disciples had left the Sword Forest, and Thirty-three Cave Heavens.

Jiang Miaoyin arrived at the Lotus Forbidden Land, under the celestial light, gazing heartbrokenly at the empty meditation mat.

Great Chu Imperial City, upon Smoke Cloud Lake.

Chen Jingxuan closed his book, the lamp was extinguished by the wind, his scholarly demeanor a bit melancholic and pale, quietly left the large boat, staring at the lake in a daze.