Chapter 481

A bean-sized green lamp swayed in the wind, but never dimmed. It dyed the green ash-colored temple with a warm yellow glow, spreading to every corner, dispersing the darkness of the Nine Serenities and the fog of Devil Qi.

Xu Lun and Brandon felt as if they were being illuminated. The darkness in their hearts was gradually cleared. They felt unprecedented peace, but also uncomfortable. They closed their eyes and took a few steps back, trying to avoid the light of the green lamp.

This was the irreconcilable contradiction between their natural instincts and their current state. It was like ghosts and ghosts encountering the most positive thing. They were bathed in the light and felt like they were about to be melted!

If it weren't for the peace and calmness in their hearts, the two Asuras would probably scream in pain.

The man in the dark red robe covered his eyes with his hands. He seemed to have returned to his childhood when he fought with a zombie who was good at evil arts. The zombie used a method of mutual destruction and summoned the Real Fire of the Sun. The Devil Qi melted and he almost turned into smoke.

After a short while, he squinted and looked at the back of Mengqi standing in front of the green lamp. He asked in a low voice, "Is it the Gautama Buddha who achieved the Fruit of Dao?"

"Yes, I've dealt with him before. I wouldn't mistake the unique feeling of the stone temple," Mengqi said in a weary tone, as if he was recalling the past and the extraordinary years.

Dealt with the Gautama Buddha? He's the incarnation of one of the old farts of the Nine Serenities? The man in the dark red robe was nervous. He took a step back and kept a distance from Meng Qi.

According to his supernatural power, Meng Qi didn't lie!

Meng Qi did not answer. His eyes were still fixed on the faceless Buddha. He muttered to himself, "It seems that he built these stone temples to seal and suppress something."

Of course he had dealt with the Gautama Buddha. He obtained the Buddha's Lamp, learned The Buddha's Palm, witnessed the Cicada Shedding its Shell, and witnessed the Supreme Buddha. How could he not have dealt with the Gautama Buddha?

"There are indeed many rumors about sealing terrifying existences." The man in the dark red robe was very cautious. He said concisely, "But what does this have to do with the whereabouts of Acheron's reincarnation?"

"Of course it does." Mengqi turned around and stood under the faceless Buddha. He said calmly, "If the clue of Acheron's reincarnation ends here, the only thing that can witness his process and know his whereabouts is something that has been suppressed here."

He sighed and said like an old man, "Unfortunately, the Gautama Buddha's seal isn't something that we can break. If we can't find a way, we'll need a real Nirvana Realm individual. Let's continue to look for other clues nearby."

As he spoke, he shook his head. With a few flashes, the brocade robe disappeared from the stone temple.

The man in the dark red robe had the same thought when he heard this. He took a step forward and stepped into the wilderness. Facing the illumination of the black sun, he passed through the demonic mist and quickly disappeared.

Xlun and Bran looked at each other. They were being ignored, and for a moment they felt like they were in a dream.

"That weirdo is the reincarnation of the ancient Evil God Hades? Did he return when the Apocalypse came? "Bran muttered.

They belonged to a tribe of the Asura Clan that occupied a nearby area. Thus, they were not the only ones who had seen the reincarnation of the Nether. Many masters in the clan had seen it before. However, there were countless strange things in the Nine Serenities, and the appearance of the reincarnation of the Nether was simply too ordinary. No one thought that there was anything special about it. They only thought that it was an evil spirit that had mistakenly entered the Nine Serenities. They regretted not finding the opportunity to kill it at that time.

Beads of red sweat appeared on Bran's forehead. He looked at the faceless Buddha and the green lamp in horror, "So it's the Gautama Buddha of Spirited Mountain. What is he suppressing …"

Xu Lun's forehead was covered in red sweat. He looked at the faceless Buddha and the green bean-like lamp in horror. "So it's the Spirited Mountain's Gautama Buddha's cultivation. What is he trying to suppress …"

Bran controlled himself and said, "This is serious. Let's go to the Sacred Mountain and report to the first ancestor!"

Two beams of light flew across the dark red wilderness. They returned to the tribe and reported to the leader. Under the leader's guidance, they passed through the Demon Mountain and arrived at a mountain peak that looked like a sharp tooth.

The mountain was crimson, as if it was soaked in blood every second of every day. Skulls, incomplete bodies, and broken limbs could be seen everywhere.

This was the Sacred Mountain of the Asura Tribe. The masters in the real world often described it as the Asura Field.

After the leader reported to the divine guard, he waited for a while. Then, a black light fell and covered him, Bran, and Xulun.

The red light dissipated. They were in a dark palace. In front of them were piles of bones, covered with the skin of all kinds of creatures. There were demons, demons, and humans. Together, they built a throne of killing and fighting.

The black gas was distorted and shapeless. It sat on the throne and rubbed the eyeballs on the armrest. Its voice was like a blunt knife, cutting the hearts of everyone listening.

"Tell me everything from the beginning to the end. Don't miss any details."

This was the first Asura born not long after the birth of the Nine Serenities. It was half god and half demon. It was extremely powerful. In the Nine Serenities, it could fight against the Great Mediums.

She permanently cut off her left hand and created the first female Asura. That was how the Asura Clan came to be today, and they all called her the Primogenitor.

It was too old, so old that it had not left the throne of killing and fighting for a long time. It was so old that many of its contemporaries had passed away.

Acheron involved life and death. It was related to the origin. It was seeking to move forward and get rid of its current state.

In order to live until now, it had almost sealed itself. Its lifespan was passing very slowly.

As Xulun and Bran supplemented each other, the shapeless Asura Ancestor listened quietly, as if he had fallen into a deep slumber again.

After a long time, it said coldly,

"Why didn't I kill you?"

Evil gods, evil spirits, and evil spirits were not softhearted. They knew how to kill.

Bran could not raise his head. He lowered his head and said in panic, "Maybe it's because of the Buddha's will in the stone temple. It dispelled their killing intent."

"You may leave," the first ancestor of Asura said calmly.

With Xulun and Bran gone, the dark hall returned to its deathly stillness that hadn't changed in ten thousand years.

…

The man in the dark red robe was a rising star of the Nether Sea Tribe. He called himself the Bloody Massacre Taoist to show that he wanted to catch up to the Sky Killer Taoist.

He searched the nearby wasteland for a long time. When the black sun set and the dark moon rose, the demonic fog thickened and the icy wind blew, he was shocked. "I didn't kill those two Asuras. They left after hearing about Acheron!"

This was not his usual style!

"Is it the mysterious elder's influence? But what good would it do him to spread the secret of Acheron's reincarnation? "The Bloody Massacre Taoist frowned and thought." Could it be that the stone temple built by the Spirited Mountain Buddha dispelled my killing intent? At that time, I was calm and had no killing intent … When I first killed the Hundred-Armed Demon, this feeling was not obvious until the stone lamp was lit … Looks like the mysterious elder was also affected by the lamp's Buddha's will … "

The Bloody Massacre Taoist turned into a Chixia and passed through the black fog and the wasteland. He rushed to the nearby Asura tribe to make up for his mistake. He killed the two and all the living creatures nearby.

Chixia had just approached the Asura tribe when he saw the black fog rolling in front of him, forming a blurry black shadow. The sound of a blunt knife scratching against the ground came like a needle.

"Get lost!"

The voice shook the heart lake. The Bloody Massacre Taoist felt his killing intent being suppressed. His body and mind trembled. He immediately turned and ran, not daring to stay any longer.

The old bastard of the Asura tribe had broken the silence of many years and appeared outside!

It seemed like he knew the secret of Acheron's reincarnation!

However, this old bastard's lifespan was almost exhausted. He probably did not dare to use his full strength. He still had a chance!

The banks of Acheron returned to normal. Ghostly cries could be heard everywhere.

…

After a few days, in the middle of the night, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the green-grey stone temple.

He was an old man with white and sparse hair. His skin was wrinkled enough to kill mosquitoes. His eyes were cloudy and his teeth were withered. He gave off a very old feeling, as if he would die at any time. Only the third blood-red crystal eye on his forehead showed that he was not an ordinary person.

This was the manifestation of the Asura ancestor!

He took a step forward and walked in front of the faceless Buddha. With a touch of his right hand, the green lamp was lit.

The light illuminated the Three Realms. In the dim and warm light, the Asura ancestor suddenly spoke.

"Come out."

A smile was heard. A white-haired old man in a brocade robe suddenly appeared. It was Mengqi.

He said in a relaxed tone, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."