Cultivation Begins from Infancy - Chapter 372

Volume 3 - Chapter 87: No More Wuliang Mountain - Part 2

Despite knowing that the intruder in Wuliang Mountain was extremely powerful, the deeply ingrained faith within them at this moment overcame their fear.

“Who are you to dare intrude into my Wuliang Mountain?!”

“This is the Great Yu Territory! Do you want to be hunted down by the Great Yu?!”

Angry shouts rang out.

Li Hao, who had been searching for Ling Mountain, suddenly felt his previously restrained killing intent transform into a sharp, overwhelming force. He looked up, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and the killing aura from his gaze swept through the air like a tangible blade.

With a resounding bang, the people shouting, including a Luohan of the Three Immortal Realm, suddenly felt their blood surging. Their chests were struck as if by a heavy hammer, and they coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Their invulnerable bodies could not resist.

“Get lost!”

The words, filled with killing intent, squeezed from Li Hao’s mouth. Following several explosive cracks, the leading Luohans of the Three Immortal Realm were instantly torn apart by the overwhelming pressure and died on the spot.

Those who had intended to continue shouting froze in fear. The blood rush that had once surged to their heads was now extinguished, and their eyes widened with terror.

Li Hao’s divine sense continued searching Ling Mountain, but he found no trace of Old Feng’s soul or anything suspicious. Instead, he discovered a cave on the rear mountain, where he could sense Old Feng's aura. The magma pit inside, along with chains and other torture instruments, all carried remnants of Old Feng’s presence.

Li Hao’s face darkened. Undoubtedly, this was the place where Old Feng had been tortured earlier.

“Step back.”

Li Hao spoke softly to Zhu Huo Shen and Jiang Lichen.

The two were surprised but, noticing the intense fluctuation of Li Hao’s aura, quickly realized what was happening and flew away at once.

Boom!!

As they moved out of the way, Li Hao suddenly gathered an intensely radiant sword qi and slashed it violently.

The entire Ling Mountain, from the peak to the body of the mountain, was split open by this one strike!

The sight was so overwhelming that the many Wuliang Mountain disciples who had come to reprimand him were left shocked and incredulous.

It felt as though the Ling Mountain, which had stood so proudly in their hearts, had been destroyed, as if their faith had been torn apart!

Boom boom boom!

Li Hao’s sword qi scattered and swept through the magma pit, slaying all the demons and monsters within.

Looking at the now shattered Ling Mountain, the spiritual formation on top was torn apart, no longer a sacred place for cultivation.

“Now, those who wish to leave Wuliang Mountain may discard their monk robes and leave the mountain!”

Li Hao turned, his cold voice echoing through the entire Wutian Pure Land:

“The Buddha Master is dead! From now on, there will be no more Wuliang Mountain!”

“You have ten breaths of time!”

“Those who remain, die!”

As Li Hao’s words spread, every disciple of Wuliang Mountain, from the peaks to the Buddha halls where monks meditated or slept, were all startled and filled with dread.

“The Buddha Master is dead?”

“How could this be? Could it be that the battle just now...?”

On a mountain peak far from Ling Mountain, some Wuliang Mountain disciples had felt the earlier battle, but their cultivation was too low, and their senses were limited. They had no idea that the Buddha Master had actually died.

Hearing Li Hao’s voice, they were struck with fear and shock.

Li Hao said nothing. Instead, a wave of sword qi began to gather above his head.

His gaze was cold as he stood above the cracked Ling Mountain, looking down on the many Buddhist disciples before him, like a young god of battle.

The immense sword tide gathered like a whirlpool of the sea, bringing a terrifying presence, accompanied by thunder and lightning, causing all the Buddhist disciples to tremble in fear.

It felt like the end of days was approaching.

“How could this happen…”

“My Wuliang Mountain has stood for over a thousand years, and now it faces such a calamity…”

“Has the Great Yu Dynasty really come to its end? I, Buddha, am compassionate, where is the heavens...?”

Many old monks stepped out from the Buddha halls, gazing at the vast sword tide. Shock and sorrow filled their eyes.

“Quick, take off the monk robes!”

Many young disciples from secular families, who had only recently joined Wuliang Mountain, hastily removed their robes and ran down the mountain.

Some older monks, however, had an unwavering belief in the Dharma. In the face of this catastrophe, they sat on the square, their palms pressed together, chanting Buddhist scriptures, as if trying to resist this demonic calamity.

Under the guidance of some elderly monks, more and more Buddhist disciples sat on the square, chanting Buddhist sutras in unison, their voices resonating like a Sanskrit tone, as if they were using the truth of Buddhism to counter the demonic power.

The swirling sword qi expanded even further, spreading from the summit of Ling Mountain, reaching the peaks of several mountains.

A chilling, oppressive atmosphere filled the air.

Those Buddhist disciples who had been rushing to Ling Mountain, upon feeling the terror, either stood at a distance, hands clasped together, with expressions of resignation, or fled in panic, tearing off their monk robes and running.

The great calamity was at hand, and there were all manner of faces.

“Master… is dead.”

On one of the mountain peaks, Li Qianfeng stepped out from the Buddha hall, staring at the sword tide swirling in the distant sky, frozen in disbelief.

The master who had sat so high on the lotus throne… actually… died?

He struggled to understand, unable to believe it. But he knew this was the truth. Otherwise, how would the master allow anyone to desecrate Ling Mountain?

“Young Master, we must leave quickly. The Buddha Master is dead. We must hurry.”

Another old monk rushed out, speaking urgently.

Though he appeared to be a monk, he was actually from the Li family, accompanying Li Qianfeng to study here and watch over him.

“Who did this?” Li Qianfeng squinted into the distance, trying to catch a glimpse of the figure beneath the sword tide.

“It must be some demonic fiend, maybe even that Mo Luo, the Buddha Master’s old adversary.”

The old monk spoke quickly while helping Li Qianfeng remove his white robe. He then threw some plain clothes at Li Qianfeng and said, “Young Master, quickly put this on. We’ll disguise ourselves as outer disciples and descend the mountain. The one who killed the Buddha Master will surely not spare you. After all, you are the Buddha Master’s direct disciple.”

Li Qianfeng’s face shifted slightly. He quickly realized the gravity of the situation and hurriedly put on the clothes.

“Let’s go!”

He glanced one last time at Ling Mountain before swiftly descending.

Meanwhile, the ten-second countdown from Li Hao was nearly over.

“Die!”

Li Hao stared coldly at the Luohans and guardians who had been chanting scriptures, attempting to use the power of the Buddhist sutras to transcend him. His eyes held no emotion whatsoever.

The sword tide above his head suddenly surged downward, and in an instant, all the Three Immortal Realm Luohans’ golden bodies were torn apart, showering the area in a rain of blood.

This bloody rain poured over Ling Mountain, staining the already shattered mountain red.

As the sword tide continued its advance, sword qi pierced through the outer peaks, tearing apart the Buddha halls and destroying the Buddha statues.

Those who had been chanting in the square, hearing the sound of the Buddha halls being split open and feeling the tremors beneath their feet, some opened their eyes in terror. Unable to suppress their fear, they ripped off their monk robes and fled.

Yet a large portion of the remaining monks continued to chant the sutras, their voices humming like the final light of humanity in the end times.

Boom boom boom!

Countless sword qi tore through the square, leveling peak after peak, destroying Buddha halls, statues, incense burners, and bronze vessels.

The sword qi passed by the Buddhist disciples still chanting, but it did not strike them down. Instead, it obliterated the buildings and ground around them.

Many of those chanting sutras opened their eyes, stunned.

The vast sword qi rampaged through the area, yet did not slay all the chanters. After leveling the mountain peaks, the sword qi returned to the sky, slowly dissipating.

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