Chapter 761: Chapter 422: Nine-Colored Light, Golden Core Sand_2

"How dare you!"

"The suffering of all beings is destined by the heavens; how can you use Golden Core Sand!"

"Only by shedding the foul body in this life can one truly enter bliss in the next!"

This time, Li Ye was not afraid in the slightest; he merely held the lotus and gazed at the "Buddha Lord" who seemed like the world itself.

[Name]: Golden Spirit of Poxun Buddha

[Mood]: Angry, Disgusted

[State]: In the legends, he is the master of the Self-Heaven, who will, during the Dharma-Ending period when the Buddhas are ineffective, occupy Buddha’s temples with his demonic thoughts and demonic descendants, wear the monk’s robe, and destroy the foundation.

This object is transformed from one of his demonic thoughts.

Source is one grain from three pints and three gallons of golden rice grains.

[Can Bind]: ???

This status screen is truly conceptual godly.

Even this thing can be displayed, and it even has binding requirements. Although not knowing exactly what can be bound, at least it has the function of binding.

"Spirit Leaf Venerable."

"If you wish to go, you must leave a thread of your Divine Soul essence here."

"If you’re unwilling to offer your own essence, how can you expect me to cut my flesh to feed the eagle—to sustain these mortal beings."

He seems to have stopped pretending.

Directly demanding Li Ye’s Divine Soul essence.

One must know if this thing is controlled, life and death would truly hinge on a single thought of his, with the Divine Soul essence, no matter what Dharma Method is used, controlling him would be effortless.

In the past, Li Ye would indeed be a bit apprehensive.

But now he’s not really worried.

After bowing his head and pondering for some time.

He nodded and said, "Alright."

He extended his hand, and a wisp of Divine Soul drifted out.

Heading towards the distant Buddha.

The figure appeared quite astonished but still grasped Li Ye’s Divine Soul, then threw out thirty-six golden pills, which fell in front of Li Ye.

"In that case, Spirit Leaf Venerable, please proceed."

Having acquired Li Ye’s Divine Soul, he clearly didn’t intend to continue talking uselessly. A disciple of the Taoist Sect wanting to "take refuge" with just words would be challenging.

It’s better to refine that Divine Soul sooner, directly making Li Ye a Guardian God, wouldn’t that be much simpler?

Li Ye also understood his thoughts.

He could only be thankful for the power of the Taiyi Suffering Celestial Lord; otherwise, it would have been truly difficult to escape...

No, that’s not right.

If it weren’t for his lordship’s wishes, he probably wouldn’t have risked his life.

Just not sure what his lordship intends to do by hiding his Divine Soul within that demonic Buddha?

Never mind.

They are all our Taoist predecessors; it doesn’t matter.

With this thought, he rose and left this seemingly auspicious, but actually filled with Demonic Qi, "Buddha Kingdom."

In the next moment.

He was stepping barefoot on the barren earth.

Then.

Countless streams of Sword Qi locked onto him directly; without a sound, eight Sword Cultivators occupied eight positions around him, standing on the Eight Trigrams, holding long swords, watching him solemnly.

Seemingly waiting to mince him into bits at the slightest wrong move.

"Ahem."

He coughed and said, "If you chop me up, not only will you have no food to eat in the future, but you won’t even have anything to look at!"

This strange angle of threat, these strange words...

The Sword Cultivators: "...??"

One of them looked more closely, and was greatly shocked.

"Spirit, Spirit Leaf Elder?"

"Why are you dressed like that?"

"And you’ve even shaved your head! You can’t really be becoming a bald monk!"

—Because Li Ye had played the role of a Venerable for a while, at this moment, his head was not only bare, but also had precepts scars. Combined with the light shining brightly behind him, his head was practically glowing like the sun.

"..."

"I had no choice."

"After all, I entered a demonic cave once."

"If you laugh again, I’ll braise your sword heart and feed it to you."

He glanced at Wei Qingye, who rushed over but was laughing so hard he was bent over, and annoyedly took out those thirty-six Golden Core Sands.

Those Golden Core Sands were indeed like Golden Cores, round and full, emitting circles of compassionate light.

This thing is actually a very special "spirit source."

In some sense, it’s even similar to the world essence Li Ye had encountered before, not only the most common currency in all worlds, but also capable of evolving into various Spiritual Objects.

This can only be produced in the "Pure Yang World."

It is formed from the purest Vitality Yang Qi.

Such a rare treasure made the faces of all the Sword Cultivators present grow increasingly serious.

Wei Qingye didn’t even look, asked, "Did you pay any price for it? Speaking of which, protecting our Sword Sect’s ancestors are just as good as yours.

I can invite the Sword Qi of Zhuxian.

To sweep away the impurities here."

Hearing him say this, Li Ye suddenly recalled a sentence his senior brothers and sisters mentioned during chats—

The ancestors worked so hard to cultivate just so that later generations could invite them, right?

Some even argue that the more invitations, the more face it brings.

"..."

What am I thinking?

Li Ye shook his head and pointed at the distant sun, saying:

"As I told you before, there is indeed a trace of Poxun’s demonic thought inside, but a great being from our Taoist Sect helped me a bit.

That’s how I got out with the Golden Core Sand.

His lordship should have his own calculations, it’s better we don’t interfere; the urgent task is to stabilize this world.

Haven’t any of you noticed, this place is not actually the world of the living?"

Huh?

Not the world of the living.

If someone else said this, the Sword Cultivators might laugh at him for still being half asleep, as sword cultivators are the most keenly sensitive to energy perception, how could they not distinguish between life and death?

But when Li Ye said this.

They actually believed it.

Wei Qingye looked up at the sky, "If that’s the case, it does make sense; after all, there’s nothing special about here, how could so much Tribulation Qi be born.

So, in your opinion, what’s the situation here?"

I think you should use your brain to think.

Li Ye replied, "It should have something to do with the Underworld, otherwise it wouldn’t have attracted the attention of that great being, as to what it’s related to...

We outsiders don’t know.

But the Spirit Plants that grow in this place surely know.

Come, lend me some Sword Qi."

He had already tossed the Golden Core Sand into the air.

The round golden pills spun in the air, accepting the Sword Qi from Wei Qingye, then exuded a golden radiance, rooting into the ground.

A golden bamboo grew, straight like a sharp sword.

Once it emerged, it surprisingly uprooted itself from the soil, surrounded by leaf blades like swords, pacing forward unhurriedly with roots resembling legs.

"Nojo Bamboo?" Wei Qingye curiously asked, "Can you now actually create such peculiar Spirit Plants?"

Li Ye didn’t speak.

Instead, he tried his best to harness the power of the Golden Core Sand, creating more of those golden bamboos.

As the number of golden bamboos increased.

The golden bamboo leaves floating around them shone brightly.

The surrounding originally sunny "scenery" seemed to be torn apart, revealing a different sight like from behind a curtain.

It was a somber world with a hint of grey mist.

Seemingly a "world" where life and death are separated.

Li Ye reached out and grasped a hint of grey mist, confidently declaring, "This is indeed the Underworld, and the Spiritual Power here is special, it might even be an ancient relic."

He looked towards the distance.

And saw those golden bamboo soldiers advancing.

More curtains were torn, revealing a turbulent, yet tinged with yellowish hues, river slowly appearing.

Its flow was very slow, nearing a standstill, but along its banks, many souls walked unknowingly.

Clearly.

These souls had long lost their basic spirituality.

What’s left, rather than calling them souls, would better be called shadows.

At the moment the river appeared.

The distant sun suddenly erupted.

A colossal giant hand with an overwhelming chanting sound reached towards this place.

"Spirit Leaf, how dare you!"