Chapter 252 - 251: Can a Saint Bleed?

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Chapter 252: Chapter 251: Can a Saint Bleed? The higher the Mystic Sect Immortals’ cultivation, the heavier their demonic nature! At this moment, the confrontation between Luo Hou and Jieyin was still ongoing. Luo Hou, the former overlord of the West, whose presence required Hong Jun and a team to take him down, was not wielding a small amount of combat power by any means. At present, the Six Soul Banner transformed into a pitch-black spear, continuously attacking Zhunti. Zhunti did not fear Luo Hou’s spear, but the terrifying curse power on the Six Soul Banner indeed could harm him. The originally radiant golden Six Feet Golden Body was now covered with black patterns. After exchanging a few probing moves, the two turned and flew into the Chaos beyond to continue their battle. Neither of them wanted to wreak havoc on the Primordial realm; Zhunti’s reasons didn’t need explaining, while the Demon Buddha Luo Hou’s rebirth arose from the six desires in the hearts of all spirits. If the Primordial realm were shattered, who would still provide him with power? Back when Luo Hou clashed with Hong Jun, Qiankun Ancestor, Yin Yang Ancestor, Dian Dao Ancestor, and others for supremacy, Zhunti was merely a tree in the West. But those days were no longer the same. After countless Yuan Hui of schemes, Luo Hou had now found the opportunity to reach the level of Nurturing Three Demons. But what about Zhunti? He was already a Saint, a Saint of countless Yuan Hui. A Saint burdened with debt was still a Saint; the weakest Saint was still a Saint. Upon entering Chaos, Zhunti no longer held back. After just two moves, Luo Hou was struck with two heavy blows. Zhunti’s expression was solemn as he said, "Luo Hou, to quote what Nezha, my young martial nephew, once said: the new era no longer has a vessel to carry you!" The Demon Buddha Luo Hou sneered ferociously, "New era? Old era? All I know is, as long as I’m here, it’s my era!" "Do you think you have the upper hand?" Zhunti’s face remained calm. As a Saint, I inherently hold the upper hand. Could you possibly achieve the realm of Chaos Origin Great Luo Golden Immortal on the spot? Then, with a light and seemingly casual palm strike, he attacked. This move appeared simple, but they were in Chaos, freed from Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun’s suppression, allowing them to fully unleash their true power. This palm strike was merely the Buddhist Sect’s Divine Power of Palm Buddha Country. Within the small palm were ten billion and eight thousand Buddha Countries, the combined power of countless Great Thousand Worlds pressing down directly onto Luo Hou. Faced with the infinitely magnified palm descending toward him, Luo Hou did not panic. He couldn’t achieve Chaos Origin on the spot, and indeed he wasn’t a match for Zhunti. But as the earliest malevolent force of the Primordial era, wouldn’t it be pointless to emerge without stirring up significant trouble? At this moment, he placed the pitch-black spear formed from the Six Soul Banner upright before him and then directly knelt in worship. This bow transformed all the mana, resentment, and blood energy in this Demon Buddha body into nourishment for the Six Soul Banner. The Six Soul Banner, being an inherently sinister Supreme Treasure, was uncannily compatible with Luo Hou’s mana. Around the entire long banner, countless distorted figures seemed to dance and whisper. Whether the dancing or whispering was real, only the Chaos Demon Gods knew. The Demon Buddha Luo Hou, once a stout and imposing monk, was instantly reduced to a withered old monk. The six corners of the Six Soul Banner danced in the air, forming six black Curse Blades that merged into one and slashed directly toward Zhunti’s descending palm. The black Curse Blades were purified by endless golden light the moment they grazed Zhunti’s palm, but the palm continued downward, clutching Luo Hou in one grasp. Then, layers of spatial seals encased him, circle within circle, sealing upon sealing, completely subduing him. Zhunti, with Luo Hou gripped in hand, took a single step back to the Primordial realm. Thanks to his senior brother Jieyin Saint, who served as an anchor to stabilize time, Zhunti’s sealing of Luo Hou seemed to take only a few fleeting moments in the Primordial realm. The moment the Six Soul Banner returned to the Primordial realm, Tongtian swiftly stretched out his hand and snatched it away. Tongtian: "Hey hey, isn’t this my banner? What’s it doing here?" (Sarcastic laugh) It wasn’t that Tongtian had schemed against Zhunti; he had simply been watching from the sidelines the entire time. Zhunti pressed down his hand, directly sealing Luo Hou in a secret location deep within the Primordial realm. Following this, a wound appeared on his palm, from which a drop of golden blood fell onto a barren mountain range in the East, transforming into a Spirit Stone. Saints’ blood was the topmost of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures in the Primordial realm. The mere spiritual energy that escaped from the blood rapidly revitalized the land, turning the once-barren mountains into a flourishing Immortal Blessed Land with abundant springs and vibrant greenery. Zhunti glanced at the spot where the blood had fallen but did not linger. At this point, his face was slightly pale. Although Saints could not die, it didn’t mean they couldn’t be wounded. Luo Hou’s complete sacrifice of self to wield the Six Soul Banner, cursing him, had ultimately damaged Zhunti’s saintly body. The stronger the existence, the harder it was to recover from injuries. This truth applied even to Saints. In the past, although dubbed the weakest Saint, Zhunti had thought himself capable of competing with his elder martial sister, Nuwa. Now there was no need to think about it. In his injured state, challenging any Saint was courting death. What might seem like a small vulnerability to others was an unmistakably glaring fatal flaw at the level of Saints! Shaking his head, he ignored the demonic nature stirred up across the Three Realms by the Demon Buddha and returned directly to Lingshan. At this moment, Jieyin had already emerged from his seclusion. His care for his junior brother was genuine. "Junior Brother?" Zhunti had already resumed his usual demeanor, at least outwardly concealing the damage to his saintly body. "Senior Brother, I’ve suffered some minor injuries and may need to enter seclusion for some time. During this period, I’ll rely on you to oversee our sect." Secluding oneself to heal was an exceedingly rare occurrence for Saints. Though Zhunti spoke lightly of it, Jieyin understood the gravity of the situation. "Junior Brother, go. I’ll manage the sect." Zhunti nodded and vanished from sight. Jieyin sat alone beside the Merit Pool, which contained an ornamental turtle—none other than Wuyun Immortal, recently captured and brought back. Jieyin Saint was a tireless ascetic cultivator, utterly detached from administrative duties. It wasn’t that he couldn’t learn them; he simply had no need to. Having become a Saint, many things he considered redundant had been entirely stripped away, leaving only his ’True Self’—a relentless drive for cultivation, seeing everything else as unnecessary. Yet now, the deepest entanglements of demonic nature were within the disciples of the Western Sect. Maitreya, Dashizhi, Pharmacist—though Saint disciples with high resistance—were still somewhat affected, while those with lower cultivation levels had already succumbed to demonic influence. If it had been Zhunti handling this matter, he’d have taken action immediately, considering they were personally ’fated’ to him. But Jieyin showed no inclination to intervene. "Rely on a Saint for everything? What use are you, then?" ... The spread of demonic nature manifested as falling into demonic ways among Immortal Gods, while in the mortal world, it showed as an inflation of desires. After Ji Fa’s death, he entrusted his son to Zhou Gongdan’s care. Zhou Gongdan was a capable man whose attributes, if quantified, could surpass Ji Chang’s overall—potentially even exceeding Ji Chang. Bo Yikao and Ji Fa couldn’t quite compare to him. His willpower was also the firmest. Although he had moments of considering killing his nephew to seize the throne for himself, he ultimately suppressed his desires. He remained a mortal, unaware of the Primordial Heaven and Earth Demon’s emergence. He merely thought his recent state of mind reflected some swelling ambition and sternly warned his brothers about it.

Chapter 252 - 251: Can a Saint Bleed?

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