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Chapter 1324
chapter 0551 part 1
551. Chapter 536: Wanrenwang and Tang Song
"Brother Long! Look at what that woman is doing. The Cauldron Inscriptions on the Fulong Cauldron are indeed real. When the Four Spirits gather, Primordial Chaos opens, and the Power of Chaos is enough for World Creation, reopening the 'Gate of Asura'."
The Blood Sea on the horizon was like a piece of blood-red cloth covering the sun. On the Mountain Peak of a Barren Mountain, a Middle-Aged Scholar stood on the peak, gazing at the Blood River constantly flowing out from the Sky. The Middle-Aged Scholar's complexion was flushed, his eyes shining with strange light, staring intently at the Space Rift in the air.
"Brother Long! Even if our plan succeeds, gathering the power of the Four Great Divine Beasts might not be enough to easily open this Gate of Asura! Is the might of Immortals and Gods truly this terrifying?"
The Middle-Aged Scholar had fine eyebrows and a square face, his features looking refined, but his eyes were bright and piercing, and his forehead was full. Within this elegance, he possessed a natural, imposing presence that didn't require anger, clearly indicating someone who held great power.
But at this moment, his look was weary, like a gambler holding their last bargaining chip, stepping onto the gambling table wanting to go all out, only to lose completely.
"Brother Wan! The Four Spirit Blood Array is merely an ancient legend. We witnessed a True Immortal descending to the world with our own eyes. Even the Immortal Slaying Ancient Sword was broken by them. Even if the Gate of Asura is opened, we may not be that True Immortal's Rival. With that True Immortal's temper, it might invite disaster!
I observe that woman's killing intent is even more condensed than that True Immortal's. This Fulong Cauldron being with her might not be a bad thing; perhaps it's an opportunity for us!"
When the words "True Immortal" were mentioned, the White-faced Scholar standing behind the Middle-Aged Scholar unconsciously touched his thumb. There should have been a thumb ring there.
The White-faced Scholar gave a bitter smile. An Immortal descending to the mortal realm, where is there such an Immortal who robs people of their magic treasures?
However, fortunately, compared to the experiences of Bai Duzi and Mr Ghost, his situation was still good. It is said that when Bai Duzi was robbed by the Immortal named Wade Wilson, he tried to poison the opponent, but was beheaded with a single blade, and even his soul was seized.
As for Mr Ghost, according to a surviving disciple, he was merely glared at by the woman wearing a dark green long dress, and Mr Ghost's entire body was instantly reduced to a mere skin by two streams of bloodlight.
The Middle-Aged Scholar sighed, the flush on his face instantly receded, revealing a pale complexion.
"Brother Long, how do you think that woman knew the whereabouts of the Fulong Cauldron? You know, even that True Immortal scoured the earth, but couldn't find the whereabouts of the Fulong Cauldron!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar said unwillingly.
The White-faced Scholar stood beside him and shook his head, "I heard that person uprooted even the Wordless Jade Wall of Tianyin Temple and the eight hundred King Kong in that Temple. It is said that even the Relic Pagoda enshrined in the Pagoda Forest behind the Temple was not spared!"
"He even dug up the Relic Pagoda of Tianyin Temple!" The Middle-Aged Scholar was clearly hearing about this for the first time and couldn't help but be startled, saying in surprise, "No wonder three of Tianyin Temple's Four Great Divine Monks are gone!"
"Even Buddha has rage, let alone those Bald Donkeys (derogatory)!" The White-faced Scholar said with a bitter smile, "Mr Ghost was also too obsessed with the Fulong Cauldron. Brother Wan, you must not harm yourself!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar took a deep breath, the look on his face had completely returned to normal. After closing his eyes for a moment, he slowly opened them again. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "Those Bald Donkeys (derogatory) deserved to die. If it weren't for that Bald Donkey (derogatory) Pu Zhi, Biyao wouldn't have ended up like that!"
"As for the Fulong Cauldron, rest assured, Brother Long, although I have prepared for this for decades, I know what's good for me!" The Middle-Aged Scholar looked at the crack in the Sky, a trace of lingering fear flashing in his eyes.
According to the records of the Fulong Cauldron, it requires gathering the power of the Four Spirits: Yellow Bird, Kui Niu, Taotie, and Candle Dragon, setting up the Four Spirit Blood Array, and waiting for forty-nine days. Only after the Fulong Cauldron has completely gathered the spiritual power of the Four Spirits can the Gate of Asura be opened.
According to the Ghost King Sect disciple who was on duty at the time, that woman broke into Fox Head Mountain and with just a glance turned Mr Ghost into a skin. The Ancient Divine Artifact Fulong Cauldron was directly broken off at one cauldron leg by her! Without using any power of the Four Spirits, that Fulong Cauldron opened a Space Rift for her! The Middle-Aged Scholar's expression flashed with a strange look, "Could it be that even Ancient Divine Artifacts like the Fulong Cauldron have learned to bully the weak and fear the strong these days?!"
"Brother Long, do you think the legendary Power of Asura can compare to these True Immortals!?"
The White-faced Scholar glanced at him, "Brother Wan probably already has a conclusion in his heart about this!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar sighed, "If the Power of Asura summoned by the Fulong Cauldron truly had such power, then it would be our Sacred Sect ruling the world! What would Qingyun Sect have to do with it!"
"Brother Wan is unwilling!" The White-faced Scholar looked at the blood cloud in the Sky.
The Middle-Aged Scholar snorted, "I've prepared for this for decades, spending countless effort. So what if a True Immortal descends to the world? Win or lose, I have to try and see!"
"It's a pity that Heaven didn't even give me one last opportunity!"
The White-faced Scholar looked deeply at the Middle-Aged Scholar, then shifted his gaze. "Things have come to this, it's better to prioritize revitalizing the Ghost King Sect. Other matters should be avoided if possible!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar nodded slightly, "I understand the priorities, you can rest assured about this!"
The White-faced Scholar pondered for a moment, "Gui Li went to the Upper Realm. If he can find the method to resurrect Biyao, once Biyao returns, it will also be a good thing for us!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar was silent for a moment, "You're not wrong. After all, she is my daughter!"
Clap clap clap—
A round of applause suddenly sounded behind the Middle-Aged Scholar and the White-faced Scholar. The two looked back warily. A three-foot green sword had appeared in the White-faced Scholar's hand.
Behind them, a Young Taoist Priest wearing a Cloud Water Azure Sky Daoist Robe and possessing a handsome face had appeared at some unknown time. The Taoist Priest held a folding fan in his Right Hand, constantly tapping it against his left Palm. The applause the two heard came from this.
551. Chapter 536: Wanrenwang and Tang Song
"Brother Long! Look at what that woman is doing. The Cauldron Inscriptions on the Fulong Cauldron are indeed real. When the Four Spirits gather, Primordial Chaos opens, and the Power of Chaos is enough for World Creation, reopening the 'Gate of Asura'."
The Blood Sea on the horizon was like a piece of blood-red cloth covering the sun. On the Mountain Peak of a Barren Mountain, a Middle-Aged Scholar stood on the peak, gazing at the Blood River constantly flowing out from the Sky. The Middle-Aged Scholar's complexion was flushed, his eyes shining with strange light, staring intently at the Space Rift in the air.
"Brother Long! Even if our plan succeeds, gathering the power of the Four Great Divine Beasts might not be enough to easily open this Gate of Asura! Is the might of Immortals and Gods truly this terrifying?"
The Middle-Aged Scholar had fine eyebrows and a square face, his features looking refined, but his eyes were bright and piercing, and his forehead was full. Within this elegance, he possessed a natural, imposing presence that didn't require anger, clearly indicating someone who held great power.
But at this moment, his look was weary, like a gambler holding their last bargaining chip, stepping onto the gambling table wanting to go all out, only to lose completely.
"Brother Wan! The Four Spirit Blood Array is merely an ancient legend. We witnessed a True Immortal descending to the world with our own eyes. Even the Immortal Slaying Ancient Sword was broken by them. Even if the Gate of Asura is opened, we may not be that True Immortal's Rival. With that True Immortal's temper, it might invite disaster!
I observe that woman's killing intent is even more condensed than that True Immortal's. This Fulong Cauldron being with her might not be a bad thing; perhaps it's an opportunity for us!"
When the words "True Immortal" were mentioned, the White-faced Scholar standing behind the Middle-Aged Scholar unconsciously touched his thumb. There should have been a thumb ring there.
The White-faced Scholar gave a bitter smile. An Immortal descending to the mortal realm, where is there such an Immortal who robs people of their magic treasures?
However, fortunately, compared to the experiences of Bai Duzi and Mr Ghost, his situation was still good. It is said that when Bai Duzi was robbed by the Immortal named Wade Wilson, he tried to poison the opponent, but was beheaded with a single blade, and even his soul was seized.
As for Mr Ghost, according to a surviving disciple, he was merely glared at by the woman wearing a dark green long dress, and Mr Ghost's entire body was instantly reduced to a mere skin by two streams of bloodlight.
The Middle-Aged Scholar sighed, the flush on his face instantly receded, revealing a pale complexion.
"Brother Long, how do you think that woman knew the whereabouts of the Fulong Cauldron? You know, even that True Immortal scoured the earth, but couldn't find the whereabouts of the Fulong Cauldron!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar said unwillingly.
The White-faced Scholar stood beside him and shook his head, "I heard that person uprooted even the Wordless Jade Wall of Tianyin Temple and the eight hundred King Kong in that Temple. It is said that even the Relic Pagoda enshrined in the Pagoda Forest behind the Temple was not spared!"
"He even dug up the Relic Pagoda of Tianyin Temple!" The Middle-Aged Scholar was clearly hearing about this for the first time and couldn't help but be startled, saying in surprise, "No wonder three of Tianyin Temple's Four Great Divine Monks are gone!"
"Even Buddha has rage, let alone those Bald Donkeys (derogatory)!" The White-faced Scholar said with a bitter smile, "Mr Ghost was also too obsessed with the Fulong Cauldron. Brother Wan, you must not harm yourself!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar took a deep breath, the look on his face had completely returned to normal. After closing his eyes for a moment, he slowly opened them again. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "Those Bald Donkeys (derogatory) deserved to die. If it weren't for that Bald Donkey (derogatory) Pu Zhi, Biyao wouldn't have ended up like that!"
"As for the Fulong Cauldron, rest assured, Brother Long, although I have prepared for this for decades, I know what's good for me!" The Middle-Aged Scholar looked at the crack in the Sky, a trace of lingering fear flashing in his eyes.
According to the records of the Fulong Cauldron, it requires gathering the power of the Four Spirits: Yellow Bird, Kui Niu, Taotie, and Candle Dragon, setting up the Four Spirit Blood Array, and waiting for forty-nine days. Only after the Fulong Cauldron has completely gathered the spiritual power of the Four Spirits can the Gate of Asura be opened.
According to the Ghost King Sect disciple who was on duty at the time, that woman broke into Fox Head Mountain and with just a glance turned Mr Ghost into a skin. The Ancient Divine Artifact Fulong Cauldron was directly broken off at one cauldron leg by her! Without using any power of the Four Spirits, that Fulong Cauldron opened a Space Rift for her! The Middle-Aged Scholar's expression flashed with a strange look, "Could it be that even Ancient Divine Artifacts like the Fulong Cauldron have learned to bully the weak and fear the strong these days?!"
"Brother Long, do you think the legendary Power of Asura can compare to these True Immortals!?"
The White-faced Scholar glanced at him, "Brother Wan probably already has a conclusion in his heart about this!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar sighed, "If the Power of Asura summoned by the Fulong Cauldron truly had such power, then it would be our Sacred Sect ruling the world! What would Qingyun Sect have to do with it!"
"Brother Wan is unwilling!" The White-faced Scholar looked at the blood cloud in the Sky.
The Middle-Aged Scholar snorted, "I've prepared for this for decades, spending countless effort. So what if a True Immortal descends to the world? Win or lose, I have to try and see!"
"It's a pity that Heaven didn't even give me one last opportunity!"
The White-faced Scholar looked deeply at the Middle-Aged Scholar, then shifted his gaze. "Things have come to this, it's better to prioritize revitalizing the Ghost King Sect. Other matters should be avoided if possible!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar nodded slightly, "I understand the priorities, you can rest assured about this!"
The White-faced Scholar pondered for a moment, "Gui Li went to the Upper Realm. If he can find the method to resurrect Biyao, once Biyao returns, it will also be a good thing for us!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar was silent for a moment, "You're not wrong. After all, she is my daughter!"
Clap clap clap—
A round of applause suddenly sounded behind the Middle-Aged Scholar and the White-faced Scholar. The two looked back warily. A three-foot green sword had appeared in the White-faced Scholar's hand.
Behind them, a Young Taoist Priest wearing a Cloud Water Azure Sky Daoist Robe and possessing a handsome face had appeared at some unknown time. The Taoist Priest held a folding fan in his Right Hand, constantly tapping it against his left Palm. The applause the two heard came from this.
