The lotus lamp landed before Ye Futian. Hua Qingqing's silhouette flickered as the light shone on Ye Futian's brow. At that moment, Ye Futian's Spiritual Energy radiated into the boundless space. His body seemed to have become even more dazzling, making him look like an ancient Buddha with a solemn expression.
Chants of the Buddha were heard in the air, resonating with Ye Futian's Spiritual Will.
"Hua Qingqing," Ye Futian's voice was heard.
"It's me. Feel this power quietly," Hua Qingqing's voice was heard. Hua Qingqing's voice rang out. Ye Futian felt that all the Spiritual Qi and rule power in the world were resonating with his Spiritual Energy. The violent battle was drawn into his mind, and his Spiritual Energy became extremely strong.
Liu Chan's heart trembled again. He had heard that Zen Master Qingdeng had taken in a disciple with exceptional potential, but he did not care about the matters of the younger generation. He only cared about the disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace.
However, he had never thought that this disciple would be so special.
Is that lamp the Sarira Lamp of the Buddhist legends?
Is the Buddhist reincarnation theory even credible?
Why did so many strange people appear around Ye Futian one after another?
"I want to listen to the music from Sky Mountain again." Hua Qingqing's voice was heard in Ye Futian's mind. She was also a fan of the guqin.
Ye Futian nodded and a guqin appeared before him. It was the Guqin of the Nine-fingered Guqin Devil, Liu Kuangsheng, from the Guqin Valley of the Holy Zhi Palace.
Liu Chan stepped forward and pressed a finger in Ye Futian's direction. Thousands of finger techniques appeared in an instant, giving off boundless light.
Hua Jieyu took a step forward and released her Life Spirit. She wore a dazzling crown on her head, making her look even more arrogant. Her dark eyes looked at Liu Chan, and a formless Spiritual Energy barrier appeared in an instant, like the barrier of the gods. The boundless light from the fingers stopped in the air and exploded, bursting with terrifying destructive power.
"The strongest aspect of a Divine Spiritual Sorcerer is their telekinesis. They can communicate with the gods with their will, "a cold voice was heard in Hua Jieyu's mind. In the next moment, Hua Jieyu sensed that extremely powerful Spiritual Will turning into a formless giant hand, smashing down on Liu Chan. Many invisible giant hands appeared in the air, and Liu Chan felt that his Spiritual Will power was being restrained. He looked up at the omnipresent power, and his expression was extremely grim.
"Break!" Terrifying Spiritual Will power burst, turning into countless spots of light, destroying the formless power. However, Hua Jieyu stepped forward at that moment. Her approach made Liu Chan feel extremely pressured. He knew that he was not facing Hua Jieyu, but a cultivator just like her, a Divine Spiritual Sorcerer who was probably a Saint, using Hua Jieyu's body to unleash her power.
Could it be that Hua Jieyu had caught the eye of a Divine Spiritual Sorcerer whose body had been destroyed?
"Lightning Punishment." Bolts of Spiritual Lightning rained down on Liu Chan like a formless attack, blasting right into his mind. He felt as if his Spiritual Will was about to explode. The attack was too terrifying. There were no signs or forms, and it attacked his Spiritual Energy directly with Spiritual Elemental spells.
Light flashed in Liu Chan's hand and an extremely terrifying ritual implement appeared in his hand.
It was a willow whip, and the aura it exuded was enough to make one's soul tremble.
It was also an extremely terrifying offensive divine implement passed down in the Holy Zhi Palace — the God-beating Whip.
Liu Chan's arm trembled and the God-beating Whip lashed out. In an instant, the formless attack was destroyed. Hua Jieyu grunted. Her attack was unleashed with her spiritual will. Being hit by the God-beating Whip, it was her spiritual will that was injured.
As the two of them faced off, the sound of guqin rang out in another direction, filling the air. The Spiritual Qi in the air seemed to be affected by the sound of the guqin, flowing in a special pattern.
The sound of the guqin was filled with desolation and tragedy. The Ukiyo Song seemed to have a different feel when played at that moment.
Many who were fighting looked at Ye Futian. A terrifying Spiritual Storm appeared around him and spread rapidly in the air, as if trying to control the Spiritual Qi in the air.
"Do it." A cold voice was heard. It was Ning Xian of the Ning Clan. He led a group of mighty ones from Tianxing Pavilion and charged at Ye Futian.
Ye Futian seemed to have not seen them and continued to play with his head down.
The rhythm of the guqin was very fast. It was loud and passionate. Brilliant light enveloped Ye Futian's body, reflecting the light of the lantern. Ning Xian stepped above Ye Futian's head. He held a golden halberd in his hand and stabbed downwards. In an instant, beams of light from the halberd shot out, intending to kill Ye Futian on the spot.
Several cultivators launched attacks at Ye Futian at the same time. No one had expected that the battle today would be so brutal, not even Ye Futian himself.
The terrifying attacks came at him, but the Spiritual Qi in the air that flowed in a mysterious pattern turned into rule power at that moment. The flashes of the golden halberd stopped in front of Ye Futian. The space seemed to have frozen, and they stopped moving, unable to pierce through Ye Futian's head.
The frozen space swept out and spread all the way up. Ning Xian's body stiffened as well. The space he was in seemed to have come to a complete standstill, about to fall into a state of absolute stillness.
Ning Xian's expression changed drastically. He looked down at Ye Futian. Was it the lotus lantern that increased his power?
But how could it be so powerful?
The sound of the guqin continued, and Ning Xian felt his Spiritual Energy being restricted. It was as if he was unable to merge with the Spiritual Qi in the air. He was not the only one. The others who had attacked felt the same way.
The wind blew and turned into a terrifying hurricane that was capable of tearing everything apart.
The hurricane headed straight for Ning Xian and the others. Ning Xian felt the power of the hurricane and his expression changed drastically. It was a killing spell of the rules of wind, and it was no ordinary wind power.
He wanted to dodge, but he found that his movements were extremely slow, and he could barely move.
The hurricane was extremely fast. It tore through the air like a sharp blade and pierced through his throat.
Ning Xian's body trembled with a pfft. His eyes were filled with fear.
Pfft, pfft … A series of sounds were heard, and all those who had attacked had their throats cut.
The Sword Demon and Sage Daozang closed their eyes slightly when they saw the scene. They could not bear to watch. Those were all mighty ones from the Holy Zhi Palace, and they were all killed by Ye Futian.
But could they blame Ye Futian?
Having been forced to such an extent, he probably had no more feelings for the Holy Zhi Palace. Even if he had been a disciple of the Holy Zhi Palace, there would be no mercy.
They all knew that Ye Futian had come to the Holy Zhi Palace with the intention of dying. He had only wanted a chance. The Holy Zhi Palace had given him a chance to prove himself against Bai Luli and change their minds. However, the Holy Zhi Palace did not give him that chance, and the ending was sealed. However, Ye Futian himself probably did not expect things to turn out this way.
Many people did not want him to die, including many great figures from the Barren State.
Sage Tianxing's expression was extremely ugly when he saw the scene. Those who had been killed were all mighty ones from Tianxing Pavilion.
He stood up, trembling, and his Spiritual Will burst. The Divine Sword of Punishment flew through the air. Although he was unable to move his body, his Spiritual Will was still there, and he could activate the sword to kill Ye Futian.
At that moment, Sage Tianxing's eyes were filled with extremely cold murderous intent.
The sword arrived and the Light of Punishment shone, heading straight for Ye Futian.
"Stop." Hua Jieyu turned around, and her terrifying Spiritual Will stopped the Sword of Punishment right away. However, Liu Chan's God-beating Whip lashed at her at the same time. She grunted and spat out a mouthful of blood, and her face was as pale as a sheet.
"Kill!"
Ye Futian roared, and his voice was extremely cold. At that moment, Sage Tianxing, who was far away, felt the power of rules that froze the space, and then golden vines turned into killing blades that descended.
His eyes widened, and he wanted to control the power of rules to defend himself, but he found that the power of rules around him was difficult to gather.
Pfftt! The cold vines shot down, piercing his brow, throat, and heart, pinning his body to the mountain wall of the Holy Zhi Palace.
"No …" Liu Chan roared. The Lord of Tianxing Pavilion was killed right in front of the Holy Zhi Palace.
He glanced at Sage Douzhan, then at the Sword Demon and the Daozang, and he suddenly felt that it was absurd.
So this is the real Catastrophe of the Holy Zhi Palace?
The people of the Holy Zhi Palace were divided. Now, Sage Tianxing had died in battle, and those on the Barren Sky Ranking were fighting. So many mighty ones were standing against the Holy Zhi Palace.
The Holy Zhi Palace was once a place of faith for the Barren State.
He had always thought about the Holy Zhi Palace and the Barren State. How did he end up like this?
He thought that taking down Ye Futian would minimize the losses, but why did the battle end up in such a terrible state?
He did not understand. At that moment, his heart trembled violently, and he began to question his own heart.
"Is this the ending you wanted?" Ye Futian's cold voice rang in Liu Chan's mind. He looked up at the young man playing the guqin, and then at Hua Jieyu, who was possessed by a saint.
Liu Chan's arm, which was holding the whip, trembled slightly. He closed his eyes in pain. In the next moment, he swung the whip in his hand. Countless particles of light appeared in the air and rolled towards the whip. In that instant, the whip seemed to have turned into a terrifying dragon, roaring and tearing apart all the powers in the air.
Ye Futian lowered his head and played the guqin. His spiritual will radiated in the air, covering the space around Liu Chan. Space-freezing rule power was released, but the dancing whip tore through all the rule power, causing the Space-freezing rule power to be restricted.
…
At that moment, within the Wanxiang Pavilion of the Holy Zhi Palace, Sage Wanxiang looked at the light of catastrophe engulfing the Holy Zhi Palace. The Holy Zhi Palace had collapsed, and the main palace was destroyed. However, there seemed to be a ray of light in the broken Holy Zhi Palace.
At that moment, Sage Wanxiang's heart trembled violently. Why was it such a terrifying divination?
Could it be that Douzhan was right?
(End of this chapter)
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