Chapter 536: Chapter 533 Buddha Immortal
Could Long Mie be alive?
Gu An gazed at the painting by Shen Zhen and speculated thus in his heart.
Indeed, in the memories of the Silent Destruction God Emperor, he and the Battle Court were doing their utmost to slaughter the Long Clan, yet descendants of the Long Clan always managed to escape.
Only when Long Qing came into the picture did the Silent Destruction God Emperor seem to hold some trepidation, beginning to observe secretly.
Could it be that Long Mie was protecting the descendants of the Long Clan from the shadows?
As Gu An pondered this, he lifted his hand and gently patted Shen Zhen’s shoulder.
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Shen Zhen suddenly snapped back to reality. Subconsciously, she turned her head to see Gu An, and upon recognizing him, she let out a sigh of relief.
She spoke up, “Just now, I felt as if I’d fallen into some sort of magic barrier. I saw a person who kept staring at me, it was so frightening.”
During the conversation, she glanced over at her own painting, fear showing in her eyes for the first time.
Gu An asked, “What else did you see?”
Shen Zhen began to describe the magical barrier she had experienced.
Below the mountains in the painting was a sea of blood with bones bobbing up and down, a sight so startling it was unbearable. The blood sea felt so oppressive to her that she couldn’t bring herself to depict it.
The man in blood clothes standing atop the mountain peak gave Shen Zhen an endless sense of desolation. Even though she couldn’t see this man’s past, she could feel the deep vengeance of the blood sea he bore and his lonely, unsupported existence.
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Listening to Shen Zhen describe the feelings Long Mie incited in her, Gu An sighed internally.
It appeared the karmic resolution for the Long Clan hadn’t been completely settled yet.
After Shen Zhen had finished speaking, Gu An said teasingly, “It seems your enlightenment could also bring about a heart demon; you’ll have to be careful in the future.”
Shen Zhen nodded, but she was somewhat perplexed in her heart.
She had been looking at Gu An when she painted this scroll, which meant the person in the painting likely had some kind of connection to Gu An.
Seeing that Gu An didn’t wish to speak, she refrained from asking more.
Over the years, through Gu An’s guidance, she had painted many pictures and was well aware that Gu An had an extraordinary background. Precisely because of this, she refrained from asking too much, so as not to cause trouble for Gu An.
After chatting for a while, Gu An turned and went back inside.
He still needed to reflect deeply on the memories of the Silent Destruction God Emperor and contemplate when to make a move against the Battle Court.
The Battle Court was created by his reincarnation body. Now that it had been usurped and was used for evil, he had to resolve this karmic thread.
After watching Gu An return to the house, Shen Zhen’s gaze fell back on the painting, her expression turning curious.
“How strange, why does he resemble Gu An somewhat?”
Shen Zhen mumbled to herself, suddenly forming a bold speculation.
Could the man in the painting be one of Gu An’s past lives?
Thinking this, her heart suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Gu An was always so kind to those around him, never losing his temper. He was always willing to shoulder the troubles of others, yet he himself had endured hardships unimaginable to ordinary people.
Shen Zhen had always found Gu An to be great, able to treat people well, and even rescue all living beings. But as her realm grew higher, her admiration for Gu An only increased.
Gu An always managed to refresh her view of him.
Shen Zhen looked at the person in the painting, her gaze once again becoming unfocused.
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The yellow sand filled the sky, and the windstorm raged like raging floodwaters and ferocious beasts. An ancient temple lay amidst the sandstorm.
Zhang Buku, his white hair tied behind his head, pushed open the main gate, entered the Buddha hall, and then proceeded to close the door.
The Divine Exotic Realm Master and Divine Exotic Ghost Kings were meditating around the room, each one pale and weak, with the Divine Exotic Realm Master’s face covered in bloodstains, looking very frightening.
The Divine Exotic Ghost King known as Zhen Liudao opened his eyes to look at Zhang Buku and asked feebly, “Have you found anything?”
Zhang Buku shook his head and said, “It’s endless and desolate, without a living soul. The sun overhead grows ever hotter, and at this rate, we will surely be refined away.”
As these words were spoken, the Divine Exotic Ghost Kings all opened their eyes.
“Damn it, now we’re really screwed.”
“I have been saying, we shouldn’t chase after that ‘Immortal Fate.’ It’s unreliable, and given our unique powers, we can’t act together.”
“What’s the use of saying this now?”
“Master, at least say something, we can’t just sit here and accept our fate!”
“That bastard is definitely hiding in the shadows, waiting for us to be powerless to resist. If we fall into his hands, it will be worse than dying under the blazing sun.”
The Buddha hall fell into noisy chaos, but Zhang Buku had grown accustomed to it. He looked up at the large Buddha statue behind him, which was covered in dust and appeared so ancient.
Ever since he had entered this temple, Zhang Buku had felt there was something off with this Buddha statue. Although the Divine Exotic Realm Master and the Divine Exotic Ghost Kings had all checked it, he still felt uncomfortable.
He had the feeling of being watched by a malicious gaze.
The Divine Exotic Realm Master noticed something wrong with Zhang Buku’s expression and asked, “Are you okay?”
Zhang Buku looked at him and shook his head. “I’m fine, but I feel there must be a deeper intention for that person leading us into this realm. It’s probably not just to wait for us to die because we’re no match for him now.”
As these words came out, the Divine Exotic Ghost Kings stopped their bickering and all turned to look at him.
Zhang Buku took a deep breath and said, “My friends, on the way here, you all saw those Buddha heads in the desert, as if left there on purpose by some being, guiding us to this temple. Maybe our chance of survival lies within this temple.”
Hearing this, the Divine Exotic Ghost Kings all stood up, looking around.
The Divine Exotic Realm Master thought it made sense and turned his head to observe the surroundings.
Slowly, a heavy silence fell upon the Buddha hall.
After a while, everyone’s gaze was drawn to the large Buddha statue.
Defying the Nine Netherworlds, anxious, asked, “Do any of you feel something is off?”
His words broke the silence, prompting the other Divine Exotic Ghost Kings to speak up, sharing their feelings as if the liveliness could drive away the unease in their hearts.
Zhang Buku’s pupils suddenly dilated, his eyes fixed on the large Buddha statue’s eyes.
Nearly touching the ceiling, the statue’s face was shrouded in darkness, making its features blurry. Zhang Buku saw that its eyes were smiling.
This sent a chill through his body, a fear arising instinctively in his heart.
Soon, the Divine Exotic Ghost Kings quieted down too, as they also noticed the statue smiling a cold, evil grin, sensing a greed that seemed to emanate from it.
They slowly gathered together, shoulder to shoulder.
The Divine Exotic Realm Master stared at the large Buddha statue, took a deep breath, and asked aloud, “May I ask which senior rests here? If we have disturbed you, please show us a way out.”
As his words trailed off, the eyes of the Buddha statue twisted into two sly slits, all the more eerie.
“Do you want the Immortal Fate? It lies right here.”
An eerily cold laughter rang out, making Zhang Buku and the others grow even more wary, pressing even closer together.
Despite his fear, the Divine Exotic Realm Master asked in a steady voice, “We are willing to forsake the Immortal Fate. May I inquire if the senior will allow us to leave?”
“Of course… not!”
The voice drew out the last word before suddenly shouting loudly, startling the Divine Exotic Ghost Kings into constant trembling.
The Buddha statue’s gaze settled on Zhang Buku and sneered, “I am a Buddha Immortal. I need much flesh and blood to revive, though I have no wish to resurrect. One of you will be chosen to inherit my legacy.”
One of the Divine Exotic Ghost Kings asked bravely, “And what of the others?”
The Buddha Immortal turned to him and replied with a hideous laugh, “Naturally, they will be devoured by my Inheritor.”
The hall fell into silence again.
Zhang Buku felt uneasy under the Buddha Immortal’s gaze from before, intuitively sensing that they were being toyed with. He might well be selected as the Inheritor, only to be attacked by everyone else.
“The causality tied to Silent Destruction vanished unexpectedly; I have no idea who killed him. You’ve come just in time for me to choose an Inheritor so I can be free.” The Buddha Immortal’s voice sounded again, this time as if talking to himself.