Chapter 760 - 754: Unlucky Monk Fusheng

Mo Ke has died.

Monk Fusheng is seriously injured.

Currently, among the four who entered the Returning Ruins, only the Peacock Great Ming King and Nato have yet to encounter danger.

But now, the problem arises.

What danger can they possibly face in the Returning Ruins?

The greatest danger in the Returning Ruins is those arrays.

However, those arrays are passive.

If you aren’t greedy, don’t covet the treasures within the arrays, and actively enter the arrays to explore,

then the chances of encountering perils to life are not high.

Even if you accidentally fall into an exceptionally well-hidden array, with gifted magical treasures for protection, you can still preserve your life.

Something’s not right!

One hundred percent not right.

As for the Void Race, they were never taken seriously by Wa Huang, the Demon Lord, or the Buddha.

Mo Ke, Monk Fusheng were protected by the magical treasures given to them, even during the Void Race’s prime, they weren’t a threat.

Let alone those Void Race driven into the Returning Ruins, with no other options?

Neither the Buddha, Wa Huang, nor the Demon Lord would ever imagine that the Void Race had become Array Spirits.

Merging into the arrays within the Returning Ruins, once the spirits and arrays integrate, the originally passive becomes active.

"My people are dead!"

"Send some more disciples to investigate the situation," the Demon Lord suggested angrily.

But as soon as his suggestion was made, the Buddha immediately dismissed it: "It’s unnecessary!"

"If the others can escape, we’ll naturally gather information from inside the Returning Ruins."

"If all four of them perish in the Returning Ruins, sending more disciples in would be sending them to their deaths."

The Buddha’s words left the Demon Lord unable to argue.

The Buddha’s reasoning was undeniably sound.

At this time, the oil lamp representing Monk Fusheng’s life, and the lotus representing the lives of the Peacock Great Ming King and Nato, were left outside.

The Demon Lord, the Buddha, and Wa Huang looked on with piercing gazes.

Clearly, they were equally tense.

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Returning Ruins.

Monk Fusheng surveyed his surroundings, petrified, his face growing ever more grim.

"My fate is sealed!"

"My fate is sealed!"

"My fate is sealed!"

Monk Fusheng lamented thrice, a look of despair upon his face.

He had already breached three arrays, sustaining serious injuries.

Who could have foreseen he’d fall into a fourth major array?

At this moment, Monk Fusheng was almost entirely bereft of combat ability, with less than ten percent of his inner energy remaining.

And under such circumstances, to fall trapped in another major array spelled Monk Fusheng’s doom.

The surroundings were pitch black, with not a hand visible before one’s face.

Monk Fusheng was at a loss for what kind of array this was.

Killing Array?

Or perhaps a Trapping Array?

However, it didn’t matter anymore.

He couldn’t defend against a Killing Array, nor escape a Trapping Array.

At this moment, Monk Fusheng was like the Void Race he imagined.

Oil is exhausted, the lamp is extinguished.

"Damn it!"

"Living is fine, dying is fine too!" Monk Fusheng swore, and simply lay down in a comfortable position, sprawled out on the ground.

Monk Fusheng resigned himself, lay flat.

Resistance would lead to death; since that’s the case, why struggle further?

Monk Fusheng lay motionless, and suddenly, he felt regret.

Since young, he had been at the Great Burial Heaven Temple as a monk, never experiencing the seven emotions and six desires.

To die just like this, there was too much regret.

"I wonder what fine wine tastes like," thought Monk Fusheng to himself.

Just as Monk Fusheng contemplated this, a jar of fine wine suddenly appeared before him.

Monk Fusheng: "?????"

Seeing the wine that appeared so abruptly, Monk Fusheng gritted his teeth and shouted into the surroundings: "Damn it, I don’t care what array this is, or what Array Spirit."

"Death is death, if you dare give it, I dare drink it."

Thinking this, Monk Fusheng grabbed the wine jar and tipped it, pouring the entire contents into his stomach.

After the jar of wine was drained, Monk Fusheng felt a tipsy euphoria.

"Wonderful!"

"Wonderful indeed!" Monk Fusheng exclaimed repeatedly in delight, laughing: "So this is what it tastes like!"

"My life has been lived in vain."

Following that, he shouted to the surroundings: "Damn True Spirit, the wine’s not enough, bring more, more."

With Monk Fusheng’s continuous shouting, pools began to appear around him.

The ponds exuded a strong aroma of wine; it wasn’t water within them, but fine wine.

Monk Fusheng jumped into the wine pools, scooping up the wine and stuffing it into his mouth.

The next moment, he again yelled to the surroundings: "Damn Array Spirit, what’s the point of wine without meat?"

"I want meat, I want gourmet dishes."

This array was rather unique.

As if granting all requests; no sooner had Monk Fusheng spoken, than mountains of meat appeared around him.

Lamb, beef, roast suckling pig, bear paw, bird’s nest, antler.

In short, all the world’s delicacies could be found here.

Monk Fusheng gorged himself like a ravenous ghost.

His stomach seemed never to be filled, eating and eating.

After who knows how long, Monk Fusheng’s eyes gradually dulled, yet he continued to shove food into his mouth.

Outside, the Buddha watched the oil lamp darken further.

Until it was nearly extinguished, leaving only faint sparks within the wick.

The Demon Lord and Wa Huang looked together at the Buddha, seemingly curious to see the Buddha’s reaction.

"Buddha, your person has also died!" the Demon Lord reminded, seeing the Buddha’s expressionless face.

However, from the tone of the Demon Lord, it sounded as if he relished the Buddha’s misfortune a bit!

The Buddha was expressionless because he had been pondering.

He pondered on his next move.

Whether to disregard Monk Fusheng’s demise, or take measures.

As a formidable power, even if Monk Fusheng was within the Returning Ruins, were he to intervene, he could certainly have some effect.

Of course, acting recklessly might very well draw in karma.

The Buddha, among the Four Great Primordial Spirits, understood karma the best.

At this point, he decided to try intervening.

Even if it involves karma, as long as it’s not excessive, the Buddha has ways to cope.

The Buddha was willing to intervene, feeling confident in one thing.

Namely, that if he rescued his disciple, any karmic consequences would be minimal.

Certainly, incomparable to the karmic consequences of the Demon Lord slaying the Void Race Grand Elder earlier.

With this in mind, the Buddha closed his eyes and prayed, chanting sutras.

As the Buddha chanted, within the Returning Ruins, in that unknown array trapping Monk Fusheng,

the Demon-Subduing Pestle he’d placed down began to emit Buddha’s Radiance.

The radiance swirled, forming sutras that circulated to Monk Fusheng’s side, enveloping him.

The swirling sutras unfolded with dense Buddha’s Radiance, under which Monk Fusheng ceased his frantic gluttony.

Gradually, his eyes, which had been dull, regained clarity.