Chapter 187 - 187 187 A Generation Saint Monk

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187: Chapter 187: A Generation Saint Monk 187: Chapter 187: A Generation Saint Monk Crack—crack—crack, the sound of twisting joints resounded, and the lifeless dry corpse finally moved. It slowly twisted its neck, its eyes opening and closing while emitting a deep red blood light, an even grimmer aura of death enveloping it. “How do you know I’m here?” The dry corpse spoke chillingly, staring intently at Ye Xuan, a hint of dread flashing in its eyes. It couldn’t comprehend how Ye Xuan could find its true form when it had concealed its aura to the utmost. “Given your cultivation level, ordinary people would certainly be deceived by you, but unfortunately, your tricks are still too naive in front of me,” the old monk of Pu Du was foolish to the extreme, sacrificing himself to summon the Demon Suppressing Golden Mallet, yet he did not know the mallet was actually your magic artifact, and his entire body’s essence qi was devoured by you.” Ye Xuan narrated calmly as though discussing something mundane, yet it caused the dry corpse’s aura to become erratic, its surrounding aura of death growing denser. “Heaven and Earth’s final law, spiritual energy nonexistent, this monk did not anticipate encountering someone like you in this life, but do you think finding my true form will allow you to kill me?” The dry corpse slowly rose, its blood-red eyes chillingly cold. It started to slowly retreat, and ghastly wailing sounds of resentful spirits emerged around it, its dry lips slightly parted as if smiling at Ye Xuan. “I have cultivated the Buddha Demon Technique and also acquired the Blood Qi Devouring Technique you spread across the land. It won’t be long before I devour endless amounts of blood qi, return to my peak cultivation, and pursue the legendary path to Heavenly Immortality.” The dry corpse laughed, blood flowing from its seven orifices, its blood as black as ink. Its eyes were maliciously terrifying, and an extremely obscure energy fluctuation radiated around it. Beneath its feet, a Five Elements Array appeared, its power slightly distorting the space around it. “The Five Elements Shifting Array, constructed by ancient cultivators, can instantaneously transport across thousands of miles. I must thank you, for without your Blood Qi Devouring Technique, how could this monk refine the blood qi within his body to activate this array?” Buzz! The Five Elements Shifting Array lit up, the space distorting until the dry corpse’s body turned illusionary, and in an instant, it vanished from Ye Xuan’s presence. Clearly, since Ye Xuan stepped into the Demon Suppressing Tower, the dry corpse had been prepared, and even if found by Ye Xuan, it could quickly escape from there. “Can you really escape?” Ye Xuan’s eyes were dark, his voice cold and chilling. “Just a step away but as far as the horizon.” Time seemed to stop, space as if suspended upside down, Ye Xuan’s hand glowed as he reached out, and the space suddenly collapsed. Bang! A thunderous sound echoed, the Five Elements Shifting Array instantly shattered, the once vanished dry corpse suddenly pulled back by Ye Xuan, causing its body to harshly slam onto the ground. Splurt! A mouthful of ink-like black blood sprayed from the dry corpse’s mouth, its shriveled body trembling, its eyes wide open, looking at Ye Xuan with extreme fear. “No... it’s not possible... Divine Skills... could it be Divine Skills?” “You... what is your cultivation... could you be the Great Cultivator spoken of in legends?” The mummy screamed in horror, its body trembling uncontrollably, for it had realized something utterly terrifying—that the techniques Ye Xuan had displayed were the Divine Power Techniques exclusive to the Great Cultivators of ancient legends. “No... impossible... absolutely impossible... how can you be a Great Cultivator?” The mummy seemed to go mad, utterly unable to believe the truth it had deduced. According to ancient tales, in those distant bygone days, when nature’s spiritual energy was abundant, Cultivators were as common as carps crossing a river, yet among those Cultivators, there were distinctions in rank. The true Great Cultivators were all individuals endowed with divine skills. And those who achieved divine skills, at the very least, had to be at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage in their cultivation, and even that depended on one’s own fortune; not every cultivator at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage could master Divine Power Techniques. Even in that era, filled with spiritual energy, cultivators who honed divine skills were few and far between. And they were the ones referred to as Great Cultivators. Now, a living Great Cultivator stood before the mummy—how could it not be alarmed, and how could it not be fearful? Forget the fact that today’s nature’s spiritual energy no longer existed, even if it fled to the outside world and devoured endless Blood Qi, stepping into the Transcendance Tribulation Stage in cultivation, facing a Great Cultivator armed with Divine Power Techniques, it was but an ant. The terror of a Great Cultivator was not mere words; that was strength daring enough to challenge an Immortal. If they could ascend and become an Immortal, their cultivation would be even more horrifying. Ye Xuan’s expression remained indifferent as he quietly watched the mummy groveling on the ground, his eyes displaying not the slightest ripple. Since he had entered the middle phase of Crossing Tribulation and even cultivated the Half-Immortal Body from the Undying Immortal Scripture, Ye Xuan had naturally practiced several Divine Power Techniques. Although he was still not adept at using them, dealing with this mere mummy was just a matter of lifting his hand. “I’ll give you two choices, either submit to me and serve me, or today I will shatter your Primordial Spirit, condemning you to eternal damnation.” Ye Xuan was surrounded by a terrifying aura of bloodthirst, a deadly intent flashing across his eyes. If it wasn’t for the mummy’s significant cultivation, Ye Xuan would have killed it long ago instead of wasting so much time entangled with it here. “Submit to you?” The mummy let out a sorrowful and miserable laugh, looking at Ye Xuan with an extremely frantic gaze, and roared hideously, “I, Yuanxu, once a Saint Monk, also the founder of the millennia-lasting Xiao Lei Yin Temple, and you expect me to submit to you?” “Yuanxu?” Ye Xuan was slightly taken aback; although he had guessed that this mummy was a monk from the Xiao Lei Yin Temple, he had not expected its true identity to be the founding patriarch of the Xiao Lei Yin Temple! Although Ye Xuan had never paid much attention to the Xiao Lei Yin Temple, he was somewhat aware of the name of its founding patriarch. Legend has it that thousands of years ago, as the Heaven and Earth were about to step into the era of the Final Law, a barefoot monk wandered across The Great Divine Land. This monk vanquished demons and demons, his Buddhist Law profound and mysterious, and he founded the revered Xiao Lei Yin Temple, heralded as a Saint Monk by the laymen of that era. And this Saint Monk was called Yuanxu, an incredibly sensational prodigy of his time. In his era, this man’s cultivation had also stepped into the Nascent Soul Stage, only to reach nirvana in Xiao Lei Yin Temple as the Final Law era arrived. However, Ye Xuan had not expected that the ugly mummy before him was not only the Saint Monk from back then but had also survived by consuming the flesh and Essence Qi of Evil Demons for thousands of years. If this were known to the outside world, people would surely think it a fabulous tale. Perhaps sensing Ye Xuan’s confusion, Yuanxu’s body radiated with the aura of death, bloodlight faintly blossoming, and his originally withered body gradually filled out. After a dozen breaths, the terrifying mummy was nowhere to be seen, and a handsome young monk appeared before Ye Xuan’s eyes.

Chapter 187 - 187 187 A Generation Saint Monk

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