Chapter 331 - 139: Feathered Clash, the Will of Ten Thousand Spirits! The Elder’s Death

"Amitabha Buddha..."

The Rebirth Buddha Venerable’s face twitched. He hadn’t even finished the prayer.

The many Monks behind him could no longer bear it. With furious shouts and explosive auras, they roared and charged toward the Leader of the Gui Chen Sect!

One old Monk, in particular, roared in fury:

"Mighty Celestial Dragon! World Honored One Ksitigarbha! Prajnaparamita!"

"You want to merge the three paths—Buddhism, the Dao, and heresy—into one? That’s pure fantasy!"

"Dharma Protectors! Dharma Protectors!"

"Don’t even think of interfering!"

"You sinister fiend! You’re courting death!"

The many Monks with profound Cultivation struck out in hatred. Led by Xiao Yu, Gong Yan, and others, the True Masters of the Gui Chen Sect fearlessly met their charge.

BOOM!

A fierce battle erupted in an instant. The crisscrossing brilliance of Divine Techniques immediately flattened the western mountain range under the Grand Array’s cover.

The Rebirth Buddha Venerable’s expression was grave. Fingers trembling slightly, he looked up.

He saw a beam of sword light, like a toppling Divine Mountain, carrying the power to tear through heaven and earth as it came crashing down.

A massive roar exploded high in the heavens.

Amidst the churning tempest, the towering Immortal Sect trembled faintly.

And above the Immortal Sect, the ancient scroll—a swirling mix of black and white interwoven with tens of millions of brilliant lights—violently exploded!

...

「Da Yu Capital City. Inside the great hall of the Gui Chen Sect branch.」

VMM!

As he unleashed the sword strike, Jin Yunfeng felt his very Heart Spirit ascend.

In a trance, his Heart Spirit seemed to merge with that of the peerless Swordsman from the Bishui Lake Shore.

’Heaven and earth gave me life, and the people nurtured me. How can I possibly repay them?’

’Only by cutting it all down with this one strike!’

"No!!"

Inside the great hall, the young man in the black robe looked as if his eyes would split from their sockets. He once again felt a bone-chilling killing intent.

And this world has always been a funny place.

The more lowly a person’s status, the less they cling to life. And the more noble and wealthy one considers themself, the more they are unable to face death.

’I am a Feathered Transformation Great Power!’

’I am an Elder of the Gui Chen Sect!’

’How can I die? How could I possibly die?!’

In that instant, an endless, unwilling resentment surged through the heart of the young man in the black robe.

VMM!

Just as the sword light was about to envelop him, a golden light suddenly flashed from within his body.

A Divine Dragon seemed to roar from the void.

WHOOSH!

Jin Yunfeng’s vision blurred. He seemed to see a boundless, golden tide—it was the fortune of the Gui Chen Sect, the Incense it had accumulated over countless years.

In that instant.

Jin Yunfeng’s sword light faltered for a moment, seemingly unable to press forward.

’Am I... going to fail again?’

As the thought arose in his heart, Jin Yunfeng was filled with endless rage and sorrow.

’What right does a beast like him have to enjoy the offerings of the people, to enjoy the Shelter of fortune and Incense?!’

At that thought, Jin Yunfeng’s killing intent erupted like a long-dormant volcano, surging forth:

"I refuse to believe it!!"

With a furious roar, thousands of cracks spiderwebbed across Jin Yunfeng’s skeletal body.

He strained with all his might to thrust forward, striking down to meet the terrifying Dragon Qi!

ROAR!!

At that moment, the cry of a Dragon burst from his body. Its brilliant might seemed to shake the entire sect branch, and even the whole of the Da Yu Capital City.

Jin Yunfeng’s body shuddered, his lower half instantly turning to dust.

The sword he had thrust forward seemed as if it, too, would turn to dust in the next moment.

The young man in the black robe, still reeling from the shock, watched this scene unfold, a hint of delighted surprise appearing in his eyes.

VMM!

But the instant the Dragon’s cry sounded, the beam of sword light began to undergo an infinite number of changes.

Within the sword light, specks of starlight appeared, transforming into innumerable images that floated into view.

There was a scholar, reading by candlelight, so determined to study he would tie his hair to a beam to keep his head up...

There was a woman, combing her hair before a mirror, her clear eyes filled with hope for the future...

There was a pair of poor farmers who had just had a child, their faces a mixture of worry and warmth under the night sky...

There was a young couple on their wedding night, both joyous and shy...

There was an old man sitting under a tree, a kind look on his face, surrounded by his children and grandchildren...

There was a scholar, ecstatic after seeing his name on the list of successful exam candidates...

There were vendors and laborers, simple country folk and mountain herb gatherers—all the people of the world...

That was the heart of the people!

Specks of brilliant light burst forth, and the myriad images flashed past in an instant.

The young man in the black robe was utterly shaken!

The next moment, he saw the countless figures within the images suddenly turn their heads, their cold, indifferent faces staring right at him.

"Aargh!"

"Damn it! How dare you all defy me!"

The young man in the black robe felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He saw what looked like tens of thousands of Fierce Ghosts baying for his soul, and a boundless wave of resentful energy instantly shattered his spiritual defenses.

VMM!

The next instant.

The sword light whistled through the air!

It passed like a gentle breeze, and the bloodcurdling scream from the young man in the black robe was cut short.

As the sword light dissipated, all the flesh and blood on the young man’s body vanished in an instant, leaving behind a skeleton of white bones.

A moment later, the white bones shattered.

He was reduced to dust!