Abbot Benheng calmly recounted the scene of the great battle.
Master Guanyun of the Emei Sect fought alone, her whisk flipping and scattering, sending countless silver needles raining down, pinning the enemies to the ground. Big Wind Novel.
The Yan family of Kunlun Mountain activated their joint formation, and a great fire burned the heavens and earth, blocking countless zombies.
Zhou Yan of Hongya Cave blew his suona, summoning countless malevolent spirits to aid them…
However, the Grand Preceptor’s forces were endless and fearless of death. Instead, they seemed to grow in number the more they were killed.
The team of five hundred was once again drastically reduced, leaving only about two hundred people.
“As everyone was exhausted, the Celestial Master finally made his move. His first strike was his strongest killing move: the Celestial Master Talisman.”
Yan Shouyi’s expression turned solemn. The Celestial Master Talisman was Yu Luming’s most potent technique. The last time they sparred, Yu Luming had almost unleashed it.
But Yan Shouyi had interrupted him then, so he still didn't know the true power of the Celestial Master Talisman.
“Upon its appearance, the Celestial Master Talisman transformed into a furious thunderclap that swept across the entire battlefield, destroying all the zombies, shadows, and wooden puppet dharma bodies. Within the entire ruins of Qingjiang Country, only that strange, large tree remained. However, the Celestial Master, having used the Celestial Master Talisman, directly entered a state of weakness, his cultivation even diminished.”
Abbot Benheng said gravely, “We thought the battle had ended then, but unexpectedly, it was only the beginning.”
Those who were about to breathe a sigh of relief suddenly felt a suffocating pressure.
After losing so many people, and with the Celestial Master unleashing his ultimate move, the battle was only just beginning?
It was unimaginable what kind of pressure those in Daqing Mountain at that time had faced.
“The human faces on the trunk of the large tree opened their eyes, and the Grand Preceptor also awakened. He had no helpers by his side, yet he was not at all anxious. Instead, he began to spread his poisonous rhetoric!”
“He declared himself king, no longer to be called Grand Preceptor, but to be addressed as the Nation Lord. He also revealed his true name – Jiang Wuya.”
“Jiang Wuya also claimed to be the Celestial Master’s biological father!”
Everyone was shocked, cursing Jiang Wuya for speaking nonsense. They all believed Jiang Wuya was saying this to shake the Celestial Master’s resolve.
Only Yan Shouyi remained silent. He knew the truth; Jiang Wuya was very likely Yu Luming’s biological father.
“How could the Celestial Master have such a father!”
Abbot Benheng couldn't help but scoff, but he noticed Yan Shouyi’s expression.
As a Chan Master, Abbot Benheng instantly understood something.
He was silent for a moment and skipped this topic entirely, continuing:
“Jiang Wuya’s sole ambition was the world, invincible power, and the absolute supreme throne. Thus, he had lain dormant for a thousand years, making thorough preparations in Daqing Mountain, awaiting the day he could break the calamity of the Folk Religion, and then unify the world with his true form… It can be said that the appearance of the ‘Folk Religion Scripture’ was the fuse that caused Jiang Wuya to ignite the prelude to the final decisive battle.”
“Our two sides were in a standoff. Master Guanyun, perhaps remembering the destruction of the Emei Sect, could not restrain herself and directly attacked Jiang Wuya. Unexpectedly, a terrifying demonic aura erupted from Jiang Wuya’s body, directly inflicting heavy injuries on Master Guanyun and also trapping her with his rooted energy!”
Yan Shouyi’s heart tightened. Master Guanyun was his junior great aunt. Their relationship was not just that of a senior and junior, but more like family.
“We fought fiercely with Jiang Wuya, but none of us were his match. Jiang Wuya not only possessed all the skills of the Folk Religion sects but was also intimately familiar with the capabilities of our renowned major sects. Therefore, even with all of us joining forces, he could always find our weaknesses and defeat us one by one. From beginning to end, he never even left that large tree!”
“Our people fell one after another, but Jiang Wuya did not rush to kill them. Instead, he used his rooted energy to trap the heavily injured, hanging them in mid-air… Later, I learned that Jiang Wuya intended to use everyone as his nourishment to recover his injuries. He wanted to absorb everyone slowly…”
“The Celestial Master realized we were at a critical disadvantage and decided to make a desperate stand, leading a detachment to cover our retreat. Zhou Yan of Hongya Cave led a team with me to leave Daqing Mountain and report back to everyone. We all initially urged the Celestial Master to leave, but the moment Jiang Wuya made his move, we knew that apart from the Celestial Master, no one could stop Jiang Wuya.”
“Jiang Wuya summoned another group of wooden puppet dharma bodies, and the Celestial Master borrowed Yin soldiers from the underworld to counter them. As Jiang Wuya used his rooted energy, the Celestial Master wielded a willow branch, carving a path through the enemy. Their battle was earth-shattering. Finally, the Celestial Master, covered in wounds, reached Jiang Wuya and plunged his sword into Jiang Wuya’s chest.”
“But Jiang Wuya was a Heavenly Corpse Puppet; he was immune to such injuries. The Celestial Master unleashed several more moves, even using his full power of the Five Thunder True Law, summoning heavenly lightning that engulfed the entire hundred-meter-tall tree, yet still failed to kill Jiang Wuya!”
“In the end, Jiang Wuya directly drained the life force of Sect Leader Mo. After recovering a little strength, he drove the Celestial Master into a desperate retreat. The Celestial Master, unwilling to be defeated by Jiang Wuya, intended to use the Celestial Master Talisman again to perish with Jiang Wuya. Unexpectedly, Jiang Wuya directly interrupted the Celestial Master’s casting of the Celestial Master Talisman, pierced his body with rooted energy, seized his heart, and hung his body in the air… Most likely, Jiang Wuya couldn’t bear to let the Celestial Master die directly and wanted to drain his life force completely.”
Abbot Benheng sighed heavily, his expression weary, and said, “Seeing the Celestial Master’s defeat, we knew all was lost and decided to return to tell everyone the truth. However, during our escape, countless wooden puppet dharma bodies emerged, and our people fell one after another. Even Zhou Yan sacrificed himself during the escape to protect us.”
After a near-death experience, Abbot Benheng finally broke through the encirclement and returned to the camp.
When they left, there were over a thousand people in a grand procession.
When he returned, Abbot Benheng was the only one left.
Perhaps for Abbot Benheng, dying in Daqing Mountain would have been the easiest outcome. Instead, he had to bear these heavy burdens and tell everyone what had happened in Daqing Mountain.
“Even the Celestial Master is no match for Jiang Wuya…”
“Our Sect Leader and the others are dead. Is there still any point in attacking Daqing Mountain?”
“There’s no way we can win this battle, no matter what. We are simply incapable of defeating Jiang Wuya.”
The morale of the camp plummeted to an all-time low.
Everyone clearly recognized the immense power of the Grand Preceptor. After careful consideration, they despaired, realizing that they had no hope of defeating Jiang Wuya.
Han San, Yuan Jianxin, and the others remained silent, their gazes occasionally drifting towards Daqing Mountain, yet they lacked the courage to stare directly at it—for within Daqing Mountain resided Jiang Wuya, an existence akin to a god or demon.
Just as everyone lowered their heads in silence.
Yan Shouyi slowly walked out from the crowd.
People involuntarily looked at Yan Shouyi, wondering what he intended to do.
Was he going to surrender?
Surrender would be understandable… After all, he was facing an ancient monster who had been plotting for a thousand years. In contrast, Yan Shouyi, despite his exceptional abilities, was only in his early twenties. He was ultimately no match.
Yan Shouyi walked out of the crowd, beyond the camp, facing the direction of Daqing Mountain.
He took a deep breath, directly employed the Buddhist Lion’s Roar, and let out a hysterical roar:
“Jiang Wuya! I’ll fuck your mother!”
Everyone stared at Yan Shouyi in stunned silence.
Shouldn’t he have surrendered?