Slow to speak, but quick in action. The claw shadows of Yunxiang closed in on Luo Jianqing’s chest, but between Luo Jianqing’s hands had already condensed a streak of blue sword qi, pressing against Yunxiang’s neck. Yunxiang stiffened instantly. With a slight movement from her, the sharp sword qi left a shallow cut on her neck.

At this moment, a figure cloaked in blood-red had already flown in from the horizon.

The first thing Mo Qiu did upon arriving was to grab Luo Jianqing’s hand and push Yunxiang away.

Yunxiang exclaimed, “Master… Mo Qiu, what are you doing here?”

Mo Qiu looked down at the surprised Yunxiang, his expression turning cold as he spoke in a chilling tone, “You ask me… why am I here? Then let me ask you, why are you here? Why did you suddenly attack my friend? Yunxiang, give me an explanation.”

At first, Mo Qiu’s tone was icy, but gradually it softened. However, even though his voice slowed down and the oppressive aura diminished slightly, Yunxiang still retreated half a step, lowering her head timidly.

Yunxiang murmured, “…your friend?”

Mo Qiu didn’t answer Yunxiang’s question. He turned to look at Luo Jianqing, who smiled slightly at him, lifting his own hand. Mo Qiu paused, then released Luo Jianqing’s wrist. With a sneer, he said, “What are you looking at, Luo Jianqing? Haven’t seen me for many days, and this is the expression you use to look at me? Not going to say a few flattering words?”

Luo Jianqing raised an eyebrow, “Haven’t seen you for many days, my friend Mo, do you miss me?”

Mo Qiu chuckled but didn’t respond.

Beside them, Yunxiang stood in shock.

Mo Qiu then noticed the monk standing beside them with folded hands. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the monk sharply, and he coldly remarked, “A monk from the Guiyuan Sect mingling with worldly affairs.”

The monk nodded slightly, “Is this the Master Mo Qiu from the Luo Shui Qianqiu?”

Hearing this alias, Mo Qiu first froze, then casually curled his lips and said, “Didn’t expect another master to be here. Luo Jianqing, wherever you go, you always meet formidable figures. My disciple… my friend here couldn’t kill you at all, yet you didn’t harm her either, just toying with her all along.”

Luo Jianqing innocently replied, “Do you think the wound on my chest is fake?”

Mo Qiu lowered his head to look.

By now, the scar on Luo Jianqing’s chest had already healed, leaving no trace, but there were a few tears in his clothes, indicating that he had indeed been injured before.

Seeing this, Mo Qiu’s expression darkened again as he turned to Yunxiang. Before he could speak, Yunxiang raised her hands, saying, “I was wrong, I was wrong. If I had known he was your friend, how could I have possibly harmed him? No, if I had known he was the legendary Luo Jianqing, I would never have touched him, I swear!”

As she spoke, Yunxiang blinked pitifully, raising four fingers to swear to the heavens.

This pleading appearance was completely different from the arrogant witch just now, which made Luo Jianqing silently chuckle. He didn’t know the relationship between Mo Qiu and Yunxiang, but he could imagine that a cultivator like Mo Qiu, who had reached the late stage of Yuan Ying before the age of sixty, would definitely be valued if he chose to join the demonic sect, and might even gain the appreciation of the Demon Sovereign.

It was said that strength was paramount among demonic cultivators, and Mo Qiu’s realm was much higher than Yunxiang’s, so their relationship was somewhat understandable.

Yunxiang’s pleading obviously did not satisfy Mo Qiu. He sneered and said, “Can’t you see what he looks like? In this world, the only one who is more handsome than me is him, Luo Jianqing. You can’t even see the faces of others alive. Don’t try to argue with me. When you go back, accept your punishment voluntarily.”

Yunxiang immediately wilted.

Seeing this situation, the smile on Luo Jianqing’s lips grew even stronger. He whispered, “You’re reprimanding the witches of the Demonic Sect like this in the Thirty-Six States. Aren’t you afraid of others discovering your identity? But I’m curious, Mo Qiu, it hasn’t been long since we last met, and you’re already reprimanding the beloved disciple of the Demon Sovereign?”

Mo Qiu raised his chin slightly and laughed, “I am now a key figure in the Demonic Sect. My talent is much higher than hers, so the new disciple of the Demon Sovereign is me.” Pausing for a moment, Mo Qiu added, “Are you worried that my identity as a demonic cultivator will be discovered?” With that, Mo Qiu glanced at the monk beside him.

The monk smiled faintly and bowed to him.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiu glanced at the monk and then flicked his sleeve, saying, “Kill him, and no one will know.”

Luo Jianqing exclaimed, “You’re outrageous!”

The monk’s smile froze on his face. “Amitabha, Amitabha, I shouldn’t have left Guiyuan Sect to come out and play…”

Yunxiang, suddenly angered, demanded, “Why do you indiscriminately kill innocents?”

Mo Qiu was taken aback by her words and turned to the black-clad girl, “How dare you accuse me of indiscriminate killing?”

Yunxiang had just shown a bit of momentum, but with just one glance from Mo Qiu, she shrunk back again. “You… didn’t you tell me before that we demonic cultivators absolutely cannot indiscriminately kill innocents? Once we truly embrace the path of evil, the heavenly principles will take note. Forget about ascending to immortality, even reaching the Nascent Soul stage will be as difficult as reaching the heavens…”

Mo Qiu chuckled, “You remember my words quite clearly, don’t you?”

Yunxiang lowered her head, afraid to speak.

Luo Jianqing sighed, “Although you have now reached the stage of half-Out-of-Body, Mo Qiu, don’t bully the monk. I’ve only spent a few days with him, but his understanding of Buddhism is admirable, and he has cultivated excellent karma.”

Mo Qiu pursed his lips and glared fiercely at the monk.

The monk played with his round prayer beads and sighed inwardly, “I shouldn’t have left the Guiyuan Sect after all…”

Of course, everything was just a joke from Mo Qiu. He would never actually kill the monk. As he had said to Luo Jianqing earlier, Mo Qiu had never killed anyone, and he never would. The monk didn’t detest demonic cultivators to that extent; otherwise, he would have killed Yunxiang at the inn when he first saw her, instead of letting her live until now.

Seeing Mo Qiu here was a pleasant surprise for Luo Jianqing, but he was still eager to return to Mount Taihua.

To his surprise, Mo Qiu said, “I didn’t expect you to come all the way to Yun Province just to find me. I’m truly honored.”

Luo Jianqing instinctively said, “I came to find you?”

Mo Qiu nodded confidently, “That’s right. Didn’t I tell you before I left Mount Taihua that I was going to Yun Province to handle some matters? But you’re not here to find me at all!”

Luo Jianqing: “…”

Seeing that Mo Qiu had already taken out a blood-red whip to spar with Luo Jianqing, the monk beside them smiled gently, while Yunxiang stood beside them, dumbfounded, her mouth agape with disbelief as she watched the red-robed demonic cultivator chasing after Luo Jianqing.

After about a quarter of an hour of such commotion, Luo Jianqing grabbed Mo Qiu’s whip and solemnly said, “I have to go back.”

Mo Qiu sneered, “So, this is what I call a life-and-death friendship? You didn’t even know I was in Yun Province?”

Luo Jianqing coughed awkwardly.

The atmosphere between the two became tense again. The fair and gentle monk sighed helplessly, took a step forward, and broke the deadlock, “Since Master Mo wants to catch up with Master Luo, and my Guiyuan Sect is quite close by, why don’t we all go to my sect first? In another half month, it will be the Guiyuan Sect’s Zen Debate Conference. If you’re interested, I’m willing to lead the way.”

Yunxiang immediately nodded and asked, “Can I go? But what is the Zen Debate Conference?”

Luo Jianqing hesitated and furrowed his brow, “I want to return to Mount Taihua sooner…”

Mo Qiu stared coldly at Luo Jianqing, who sighed deeply and said, “Then I’ll trouble the monk.”

The monk smiled lightly and nodded.

Before long, the monk took out a jade-like Buddha bead. Unlike beads made of sandalwood, this bead resembled jade and refracted various colors in the sunlight. The monk recited a mantra, and the bead quickly expanded, forming a pearl about the size of a house.

The monk said, “It’s about ten thousand miles to the Guiyuan Sect. Why don’t we all ride on this bead? It’ll save us the trouble of walking.”

Everyone got on the bead.

Although it was called a pearl, when Luo Jianqing got on it, he didn’t find it slippery; instead, it was very cool and refreshing. Once everyone was stable, a golden light flashed in the monk’s eyes. In the blink of an eye, the pearl traveled hundreds of meters ahead at high speed.

The pearl was very stable and didn’t fly too high, allowing Luo Jianqing to enjoy the scenery around him.

Not long after, Yunxiang asked, “Monk, you haven’t explained what the Zen Debate Conference is.”

The monk smiled faintly and wasn’t annoyed by Yunxiang’s address. He said, “Buddhism is divided into eight major sects, namely the Three Treatise School, the Faxiang School, the Tiantai School, the Huayan School, the Chan School, the Pure Land School, the Vinaya School, and the Mantra School. I come from the Guiyuan Sect, which belongs to the Chan School category. Most of the Buddhist cultivators in the world are also of the Chan School. Therefore, every five years, the Guiyuan Sect holds a Zen Debate Conference. At that time, Buddhist cultivators from all over the world will gather, and the eight sects will meet to discuss Zen and debate.”

Yunxiang asked again, “Does that mean every Buddhist cultivator has to speak at this Zen Debate Conference?”

The monk shook his head, “If that were the case, the conference would never end even after a hundred years. The teachings of Buddhism are not to be taken lightly; they always have profound meanings. At the Zen Debate Conference, each sect will send a representative to debate Zen. The winner of the debate will be celebrated as the champion of the conference, and their sect will take pride in it for five years.”

Yunxiang nodded lightly, “Hmm, so that means there will be a different champion every five years, and different Buddhist sects will be happy each year?”

Before the monk could answer this time, Mo Qiu interjected with dissatisfaction, “You never bother to study and cultivate normally, yet now you’re suddenly all ears to this? The Demonic Palace borders Cenzhou, and even I know that this so-called Zen Debate Conference has been dominated by the Chan School for the past twenty years. You don’t even know what the Eight Great Schools are?”

Yunxiang grumbled helplessly, “I don’t know as much as you do…”

Mo Qiu gave her a disdainful glance, and she immediately fell silent.

Luo Jianqing chuckled to defuse the tension, “It’s understandable that Miss Yun doesn’t know about this matter; after all, she’s not a Buddhist cultivator. Since twenty years ago, when the monk represented the Chan School in battle, he has never been defeated. Otherwise, do you think the title ‘Buddhist’ would have been acknowledged by anyone?”

A glimmer of realization flashed in Yunxiang’s eyes as she glanced quietly at the monk and murmured to herself, “So you’re really this powerful…”

The four of them flew forward at an extremely fast speed, with the monk patiently explaining Buddhist matters to the other three. Yunxiang listened attentively, and gradually, even Luo Jianqing felt a hint of curiosity and moved closer to listen.

Only Mo Qiu remained calm, standing at the forefront of the pearl, absentmindedly playing with his whip, seemingly uninterested in the monk’s anecdotes.

And so, the four of them left the boundaries of Yun Province and quickly arrived at Cenzhou.

The deeper they went, the more water flowed. Cenzhou was famous for its abundance of water and mountains. Especially the water in Cenzhou, renowned throughout the world, it was said that many practitioners who cultivated water-based techniques often came here for seclusion, because there were rivers, great rivers, seas, and oceans here, already at the edge of the Profound Heaven Continent.

The monk smiled, “Ten years ago, at the Zen Debate Conference, I once met a Daoist from the Mantra School. He asked me a question. He said, ‘It is said that Buddhist monks of the Chan School are wise and enlightened. May I ask, when all phenomena return to one, where does the one return to?'”

Yunxiang was puzzled, while Luo Jianqing was astonished.

The monk glanced meaningfully at Luo Jianqing and explained, “I replied to him, ‘All things in the world are fundamentally one. Without one, where does the myriad come from? Without myriad, where does one come from? Phenomena arise due to the mind, and return to the mind; it’s all about dependent origination. Since everything is fundamentally one, where can we talk about returning to?'”

Luo Jianqing closed his eyes, immersed in the profound realm. Nearby, Mo Qiu also glanced at the monk, with much less hostility in his eyes. Only Yunxiang still frowned tightly and asked, “What do you mean by that? I don’t understand.”

Mo Qiu’s mouth twitched, just about to reprimand her, when suddenly…

Boom!

A terrifying pressure rose from the ground, soaring into the sky. This force was so horrifying, it seemed to solidify the air, rendering the four people on the pearl unable to move. Luo Jianqing quickly looked at Mo Qiu, who also looked at him.

The two exchanged a glance, instantly understanding each other’s meaning.

At this critical moment, Luo Jianqing’s first thought was still Mo Qiu. Regardless of Mo Qiu’s higher cultivation level among the four, Luo Jianqing had experienced life and death with him several times. In his heart, the most trusted person was Xuanlingzi, followed by himself, and then Mo Qiu.

In the face of such a terrifying pressure, Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu walked together with difficulty towards each other. Seeing this, the monk also tightened his eyebrows and, regardless of gender etiquette, grabbed Yunxiang’s hand to prevent her from encountering any problems.

However, they didn’t have a chance to prepare for the pressure.In just a breath’s time, boom!

This time, the pressure was accompanied by terrifying spiritual power, rushing towards them like a hurricane.

Luo Jianqing acted swiftly, grabbing Mo Qiu with one hand and the nearest Yunxiang with the other. But the farthest from him, the monk suddenly fell downward, plummeting from the pearl.

Luo Jianqing exclaimed, “Monk!”

Before he could do anything, Yunxiang suddenly jumped off the pearl and grabbed the monk’s hand. Luo Jianqing’s eyes narrowed, and he immediately jumped down, grabbing Yunxiang’s hand. Mo Qiu also grabbed Luo Jianqing’s hand, and the four of them fell together toward the bottom of the pearl.

Mo Qiu sternly scolded and took out a delicate dagger from his spatial ring. This dagger was adorned with various intricate and colorful beads, looking beautiful yet possessing formidable lethality. With a gentle stab, Mo Qiu pierced through the monk’s jade pearl magical treasure, firmly embedding the dagger within.

The four of them descended for a distance, but it was ultimately Mo Qiu, holding the dagger inside the pearl, who halted their fall. Below him were Luo Jianqing, Yunxiang, and the monk in sequence.

In this ferocious and ruthless pressure, even Mo Qiu, at the late stage of Nascent Soul realm, couldn’t mobilize his spiritual power. His physical strength was also restricted to the extreme. If it were in ordinary circumstances, Mo Qiu could easily pull three people, or even a hundred or a thousand people. However, now, the hand holding the dagger was showing veins, trembling incessantly, clearly struggling.

Seeing this, Luo Jianqing anxiously asked, “Mo Qiu, are you also unable to mobilize your spiritual power?”

Mo Qiu gritted his teeth, “There’s definitely a pressure from at least a late stage of Unity realm down there. Who’s the blind fool, daring to cause trouble in Cenzhou, the territory of the Guanyuan Sect!”

At this moment, even speaking was wasting energy.

The four of them remained silent, with Mo Qiu struggling to grip the dagger tightly. But he had no spare hand to climb upward. Similarly, Luo Jianqing and Yunxiang were in the same situation, their hands occupied, unable to free themselves.

Thus, for two agonizing hours, the brutal pressure remained relentless.

Mo Qiu’s arm gradually oozed blood, droplets of red blood seeping from every pore, presenting a miserable sight. This pressure not only suppressed their cultivations but also inflicted indiscriminate attacks upon them.

Among them, the most physically painful were Mo Qiu and Yunxiang. The former had to pull four people, while the latter had the weakest cultivation.

However, the most agonizing mentally was the monk.

He was being pulled by Yunxiang, but helplessly watched the four people above.

Mo Qiu’s arm was covered in blood, and traces of blood seeped from Yunxiang’s lips. But now, no one dared to let go, because they all knew that there was a powerful entity below, who had suddenly gone mad. If they fell now, who knew what the outcome would be. Even if they were to descend, they had to seize the initiative, they absolutely couldn’t just fall down like this.

The possibility of being killed by the terrifying pressure was one thing, but the likelihood of being discovered by that powerful entity was also extremely high.

Seeing the situation deadlocked like this, the jade pearl magical treasure also began to show signs of falling.

The monk looked at the three people pulling him and, with a pair of clear and pure eyes, seemed to hold all compassionate teachings within. He sighed softly and smiled, “Amitabha, if this continues, Miss Yun might not hold on much longer. As the Buddha said, ‘If I do not enter hell, who will?’ Why not let this humble monk go down first and explore the path for you?”

Luo Jianqing was momentarily stunned at these words. He quickly looked down and witnessed the monk letting go of his hand.

Luo Jianqing’s eyes widened, but before he could react, a pair of soft hands suddenly grabbed the monk.

Mo Qiu’s eyes snapped open, his gaze flickering with pain and determination. Despite the blood staining his robes and the exhaustion evident in his features, his resolve remained unwavering. He pushed himself up with effort, leaning heavily on his friend, and muttered through gritted teeth, “I won’t… be… taken down… like this…”

As his energy surged back, a fierce determination burned in his eyes. Ignoring the protests of his companions, he stood tall once more, his aura radiating with renewed strength. With a defiant roar, he declared, “I won’t let anyone… threaten us… again!”

With each word, his voice grew stronger, infused with the power of his resolve. The wounds on his body seemed to heal before their eyes, the blood drying up and disappearing as if it had never been there. In that moment, Mo Qiu stood not just as a powerful cultivator, but as a symbol of unwavering determination in the face of adversity.

Together, they faced the challenges ahead, united by their shared resolve and unbreakable bond. And as they continued their journey, Mo Qiu led the way, his steps steady and unwavering, a beacon of hope for all who followed.

Luo Jianqing had never heard of anyone’s cultivation regressing so rapidly. Although Mo Qiu didn’t seem to be severely injured, he had directly regressed in cultivation. For some reason, a momentary image of the blood-red black aura appeared in Luo Jianqing’s mind. He tried to grasp it again, but it vanished without a trace.

Now that the pressure was gone, the four of them adjusted on the jade pearl. Before long, Mo Qiu also woke up, showing no signs of anything unusual other than his cultivation regression. However, this time, he exchanged a glance with Buddha Zi. Mo Qiu’s face was dark, and even Buddha Zi lost his smile.

Buddha Zi said, “This karma… is too heavy.”

Mo Qiu, with a calm expression, replied, “At least… killed a hundred thousand people.”

Buddha Zi manipulated the jade pearl and gradually flew to the ground. When they reached the ground, Luo Jianqing saw a river of bright red. Flowing from the front of the mountain road, it was just a river, nothing else, just a… river of blood.

The foul smell of blood made Luo Jianqing’s face darken as they moved forward, gradually seeing some broken bodies and damaged flesh. Luo Jianqing’s expression became increasingly devoid of emotion, while Yun Xiang’s face turned pale, and although Buddha Zi seemed unchanged outwardly, he clenched his rosary beads tightly, his eyes filled with anger.

Only Mo Qiu remained quiet, looking on without sorrow or joy. When the four arrived at a village and saw the pile of corpses piled like a small mountain, Yun Xiang finally couldn’t help but vomit. She vomited while wiping away tears, saying, “Are there really such cruel demonic cultivators in this world?”

Mo Qiu coldly remarked, “As a demonic cultivator, why do you speak like this?”

Yun Xiang retorted, “But I’ve never killed anyone!”

As soon as these words fell, Luo Jianqing and Buddha Zi froze, only to hear Yun Xiang continue, “My master said that once a demonic cultivator kills, it’s hard to turn back. So I’ve been ordered not to kill since I was young, and not to take away the spiritual power from others’ bodies. Otherwise, why have I been practicing for thirty-nine years and still far from reaching Yuan Ying?”

Buddha Zi, however, said coldly, “But the Demon Lord killed three million six hundred and ten thousand people in his lifetime.”

Yun Xiang suddenly glared at Buddha Zi, angrily saying, “You’re not allowed to talk about my master!”

At this moment, Buddha Zi no longer appeared as gentle and warm as before. His eyes reflected the horrifying mountain of corpses, as he calmly said, “I’m not lying, benefactor, so why deny it? The Demon Lord climbed to his position step by step on the bodies of others’ cultivation. The reason why my Guanyuan Sect moved to Cenzhou more than a thousand years ago was to stop that inhuman Demon Lord, wasn’t it?”

Yun Xiang attacked directly, “You’re not allowed to talk about my master!”

Buddha Zi didn’t dodge this attack. Yun Xiang quickly stopped, but she still tore a bloody piece of flesh from Buddha Zi’s chest.

Buddha Zi remained unfazed, his face still cold. He held his rosary beads tightly in one hand and pointed to the mountain of corpses, rebuking, “These are the majority of demonic cultivators in the world! This is just a village. Do you know that within a radius of one hundred miles, there is no human presence? You can’t see it, but I can! This blood karma has already risen to the heavens, and even the heavens can’t bear to look at it! Yun Xiang, you don’t kill because you have a good master, but that doesn’t mean other demonic cultivators are the same. The most sinful of them all is the leader of demonic cultivators, the Demon Lord Mo Qianqiu!”

Yun Xiang’s eyes turned red, but she didn’t attack Buddha Zi again, just kept saying, “I don’t know that demonic cultivators would kill like this. But… but I won’t allow you to talk about my master like this.”

Buddha Zi said, “Amitabha, benefactor, you’re delusional again.”

Yun Xiang suddenly raised her head and earnestly said, “But do you know how much my master has done to make up for the sins he committed back then? Do you know why the Yao Clan hasn’t invaded the Thirty-Six Provinces for a hundred years? Do you know what my Demon Palace does standing on the border between the two races every year? Do you know that my master reached the later stage of Mahayana over a thousand years ago, but to this day, he has little time left, yet still…”

“Enough!” Mo Qiu interrupted Yun Xiang’s words coldly, leaving the black-clad girl incredulous.

Stepping forward, Mo Qiu looked at Buddha Zi and said, “Indeed, the Demon Lord is indeed a beast. But as a Buddhist, at this moment, you shouldn’t argue with this stubborn Yun Xiang about who is right or wrong, because everyone knows that you are right and she is always wrong. You hate the Demon Lord, so kill him. But if you can’t, then don’t argue about meaningless things now. Don’t you want to kill this demonic cultivator who slaughtered a hundred thousand people?”

Listening to Yun Xiang and Buddha Zi’s argument just now, for some reason, Luo Jianqing felt a bit stifled in his heart.

He remembered what Mo Qiu had told him a long time ago when they were still in the Fiery Abyss Valley. Mo Qiu told him that among the demonic cultivators in the world, less than ten people never killed anyone, and those who only killed those who deserved it accounted for less than one percent. The rest of the demonic cultivators indiscriminately slaughtered innocents.

However, the Heavenly Dao has a saying: strength is paramount, and the weak are prey to the strong.

This is the rule set by the Heavenly Dao, so everyone abides by it. If the Demon Lord can kill, then others can kill him, and if others cannot kill him, then he will continue to kill.

Is there really nothing that can stop the Demon Lord?

There is.

Luo Jianqing knew what Yun Xiang didn’t say just now. It is rumored that the Demon Lord reached the later stage of Mahayana over a thousand years ago, but to this day, he is still only at the later stage of Mahayana. The Heavenly Dao has restricted his growth. Although he hasn’t indiscriminately slaughtered innocents for over a thousand years, he still has to repay his debts.

Now, calculating by finger, perhaps it is really time for the Demon Lord to die.

The lifespan of the later stage of Mahayana is three thousand years. Perhaps… he really doesn’t have much time left.

The Demon Lord, with his mediocre aptitude, wanted to become superior among men, so he turned to demonic cultivation. He killed a million innocent people, which was his cause. The effect of this is that he cannot break through the later stage of Mahayana in this life. He must guard the border between the human and demonic races for his entire life.

Moreover, Luo Jianqing once heard Xuan Lingzi say, “When a demonic cultivator kills a person, he must repay it in his next life. Unless he can ascend to immortality, when he reincarnates, he will have to enter the realm of beasts for as many lives as he has killed people. As for those who have been killed by him, they will come back to demand repayment in each subsequent life.”

At that time, Luo Jianqing asked how they would demand repayment.

Xuan Lingzi pointed to a mountain village ten miles outside Mount Taihua, where a farmer happened to be plowing the fields. Xuan Lingzi said, “If the demonic cultivator reincarnates as this ox, then the person killed by him will reincarnate as this farmer. Throughout his life, he will be beaten by the farmer and work tirelessly in the fields for him. When the farmer is old and can no longer work the fields, he will be killed and sold by this farmer. Jianqing, this is the cycle of the Heavenly Dao.”

In an instant, Luo Jianqing suddenly felt enlightened.

A surge of ethereal power emanated from his dantian, fiercely devouring the surrounding spiritual energy.

Just as Mo Qiu and the others were discussing how to find the demonic cultivator who indiscriminately slaughtered innocents, when they saw Luo Jianqing suddenly breaking through, Mo Qiu immediately waved his sleeve to set up a barrier for Luo Jianqing. Buddha Zi also set up another barrier, and the two sat cross-legged, protecting Luo Jianqing.

Luo Jianqing was unaware of all this.

The surge of ethereal power passed through mountains and seas, through the rivers of Cenzhou, and saw the mountain of corpses and sea of blood within a hundred miles mentioned by Buddha Zi, as well as the threads of cause and effect intertwined in the world!

Boom!

A loud voice echoed in Luo Jianqing’s mind.

“What is the cause, what is the effect?”

“When karma meets, the consequences are self-evident!”

“If the Heavenly Dao is wrong, if the Heavenly Dao is unjust, then what is the point of karma, what is the point of cause and effect!”

“Fourth snatch of the Nine Seizing Heavens Record, Seizing Karma and Cause and Effect!”

Luo Jianqing was completely immersed in the realm of worldly cause and effect, unable to extricate himself. This was the first time he had seen the threads of cause and effect so clearly. He saw that every person in Cenzhou had countless threads of cause and effect.