Pot-bellied Buddha's immortal body, which was as tall as a divine peak, was shattered into pieces by tens of thousands of sword essences.
The endless amount of God's blood had almost formed a river on the white bone road. Everything that could be seen was filled with sorrow.
Jian Wushuang borrowed the force and awakened all the sword essences on the white bone road. That was why he could easily defeat Pot-bellied Buddha, who had the strength of a Sixth Revolution Grand Expansion Immortal.
Otherwise, it would be almost impossible to defeat him.
Looking at the immortal corpses on the ground, Jian Wushuang collected his thoughts and prepared to leave.
But at this moment, he felt a weak aura.
Although the aura was weak, it was there and very familiar.
Jian Wushuang was slightly shocked and looked in that direction. He saw a miserable figure struggling among the countless huge immortal corpses.
"Impossible, why is he not dead yet?" He thought and hurried back to Pot-bellied Buddha's remains.
He waved his hand and sent the huge immortal corpse flying. An extremely skinny figure covered in blood came into his sight.
"Cough cough … I am finally free …"
The skinny figure lay on the path of white bones that was soaked in divine blood, and a voice that sounded as if a heavy burden had been lifted came out of his mouth.
Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. From the clothes on this figure, he could see that it was a shabby Buddhist robe. Also, there was a huge string of Buddhist beads around his neck.
Jian Wushuang had seen this outfit once in the Great Yan Huan.
Even the group of monks who destroyed the heaven region where the Sand Demon Cave was located were dressed like this.
He knew very little about the origin of that group of monks. He only knew that they came from outside the Great Si Region and were extremely terrifying.
There were many monks who entered the Sand Demon Cave, but only Kong Lun left the deepest impression on Jian Wushuang.
And this skinny figure seemed to be related to the group of monks from a long time ago.
"Could it be that he also came from the so-called Heavenly Buddha Realm?" Jian Wushuang thought to himself and condensed an invisible sword in his hand.
"Cough cough …"
The skinny figure opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of divine blood before collapsing onto the ground.
Only then did Jian Wushuang see his face clearly. He was thin and thin, like an ascetic monk.
Their eyes met. The monk, who was already on the verge of death, suddenly crawled up with all his strength and knelt down in front of him.
"Many thanks … Kind Sir, for granting me release, I can't repay you with my song …"
Jian Wushuang didn't reply, but he didn't relax at all as he stared at him. Finally, he said slowly, "Where did you come from? Why are you here?"
With a light cough, the monk who called himself Xing Ge sat cross-legged on the path of bones and put his palms together. "Since you asked, Xing Ge will tell you the reason."
"My name is Bing Ge. I came from the Heavenly Reaching Buddha World. I'm an ascetic monk. I've traveled through the myriad worlds and experienced all kinds of suffering."
Upon hearing this, Jian Wushuang's Divine Sense trembled a little. Just as he had expected, this monk was also from the Heavenly Buddha Realm.
The monk named Xing Ge continued, "And the reason I'm here is purely because of that battle."
"That was the battle to destroy the old era and establish the new Heavenly Court. All living beings fell in that battle, and the heavenly domains that were subordinate to the old era's Heavenly Court all fell as well."
"Not only did the heavenly domains fall, but even their experts died. However, even though the experts died, the supreme experts weren't killed."
"Those supreme experts were all exiled to a place that was tangible but intangible. As for that place, it's here."
As Xing Ge spoke, he pointed at the ground with his skinny hand.
"And I traveled to that place, which was the Great Si Region that was later suggested by that person. I was inadvertently involved in that battle and was exiled here for various reasons."
Upon hearing this, Jian Wushuang asked again, "Then why did you become like that just now?"
Upon hearing this, two lines of clear tears flowed out from Xing Ge's withered eyes. In the end, he said, "Greed. I thought that I had eliminated the six desires, but in the end, I couldn't escape the control of greed!"
"After I was exiled here, my mind was injured. Then, I was invaded by Derived Immortals, which evoked the final greed in my heart. Thus, I turned into an evil Buddha. If it wasn't for the kindness that came here and destroyed my evil body, I'm afraid I would have been trapped here forever."
This short conversation came to an end. Jian Wushuang also obtained some secret information from Xing Ge's words.
These Great Derivation Immortals exiled to the Boundless Ocean were all supreme experts of the old Heavenly Court before Zhen Wuyang established the Heavenly Court.
And this was somewhat different from what Jian Wushuang had guessed. He thought that those exiled here were all extremely evil Great Derivation Immortals.
Xing Ge clasped his hands together. His dead eyes contained a sense of release.
"Many thanks, kindness. Xing Ge is now free. However, before I am free, I would like to give you something."
As he spoke, his withered hand touched the string of ring beads on his neck. Then, he took off the ring bead that was the size of a fist in the middle.
In an instant, all the ring beads on his neck turned into nothingness. Only the one in his hand emitted a mysterious luster.
Seeing this ring bead, Jian Wushuang thought of another matter.
Under the sea of blood in the Sand Demon Cave, he had visited Konglun. In the end, Konglun also gave him a life ring bead.
"Kindness, Xing Ge has nothing to repay you with. Please give this ring bead to kindness."
Jian Wushuang didn't refuse. After pondering for a moment, he reached out and took the ring bead.
The ring bead was cool to the touch. It had a unique texture.
Then, Jian Wushuang said, "Do you know of an ascetic monk called Konglun?"
Xing Ge, who was on the verge of death, opened his eyes wide when he heard this name. "Kun … Kun Lun?"
"My junior brother's name is Konglun. Kindness, have you seen him? Is he well? "
Jian Wushuang sighed in his heart. Then, he said slowly, "We met once before. We sat together for a few days and hit it off. He was also an ascetic monk who measured the earth with his feet. However, I'm afraid he has already passed away."
Xing Ge's body shook. Two streams of tears flowed from his eyes again. He didn't do anything drastic.
After a while, he said softly, "Forget it, it's time for me too."
As he said that, his withered immortal body turned into nothingness. It flowed out of the Star and scattered on the white bone path.
A rank six Grand Yan immortal died just like that.
Jian Wushuang was silent. He looked at the black ring bead in his hand and casually threw it into the Alms Bowl Bottle.
Xing Ge's death didn't affect him too much. What he was thinking about now was how to quickly leave this white bone path.
This place wasn't as quiet as he imagined. A rank six Grand Yan immortal was likely only the beginning.
What came after was perhaps the most mysterious existence on the white bone path.
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