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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千三百二十六章 有情有义望亭楼

Beneath a kind and benevolent gaze, Huixuan's voice rang out as the Buddha's hands closed together. Then, he swept his arms outward.

Instantly, the entire sky was enveloped by dazzling golden light.

A giant hand, spanning dozens of acres, crashed down from above.

The sheer force of it seemed capable of reducing a mountain to dust.

If another cultivator were here, they might have already lost hope and been unable to resist. This was the highest level of the Buddhist sect's anti-demon technique, Lóushāngshényǔ (Looming Buddha God).

Lin Xuan had seen this technique on an ancient demon in Gaolu Ancient Demon, but its power paled in comparison to what he faced now.

After all, that ancient demon was once a Separation Realm existence, but its essence spirit had long been ground down by array formations until it no longer existed. The remaining body, combined with Tiānxiù True Immortal's Essence Core, could only muster the strength of an Essence Core late-stage cultivator, which was far from what this old monk possessed.

A hint of anger flashed across Mèngrúyàn's beautiful face as she raised her hand and shouted: "Quickly!"

The green shadow of Lòxuě Sword Spirit shone brightly, its aura like a river of clouds. A thousand-foot-long ribbon descended like an immortal from the heavens, slicing through the giant hand.

A terrifying explosion echoed in Lin Xuan's ears, and within several miles, only golden light and sword energy remained. However, a drop of crimson blood trickled from Mèngrúyàn's lips, while Huixuan's complexion was as pale as death.

But this momentary exchange was just the beginning.

The old monk took a deep breath, and a beam of golden light appeared in his brows. His entire skin turned golden, resembling a reincarnation of an Arhat.

"Southwest Buddha."

A solemn and resounding Buddhist chant filled Lin Xuan's ears as Huixuan's back was adorned with a colorful treasure.

It spun slowly, engraved with many Arhats and Buddhas: "Great Compassion Golden Wheel."

Mèngrúyàn's pupils constricted, her voice tinged with despair: "Old fellow, you actually brought the gift from the Thousand Buddha Sect."

"Hmph. In this final battle on the天涯 (end of the world) 海阁 (sea pavilion) - Translation could be "Pavilion by the Sea at the Ends of the Earth" (Heavenly Sea Pavilion), it will be either your death or mine. Of course, I must be cautious."

At this moment, both parties had broken their facade and were no longer addressing each other politely.

Mèngrúyàn took a deep breath; the Great Compassion Golden Wheel was not just any treasure but a replica of a celestial artifact.

Though its power could not match that of true celestial artifacts, it was still on par with top-grade magical treasures. But she would not be intimidated.

What did it matter if it was a replica? The Thousand Buddha Sect was one of the seven major forces in the Tianyun Twelve Provinces, boasting immense底蕴 (depths). Yet, so too did the天涯 (end of the world) 海阁 (sea pavilion) - Translation could be "Pavilion by the Sea at the Ends of the Earth" (Heavenly Sea Pavilion).

Such level artifacts were within their own sect's possession. Moreover, to be on the safe side, she had brought it with her in her storage bracelet.

It seemed that this decision was incredibly wise. With a wave of her hand, Mèngrúyàn revealed another object before her.

It was an ancient silver bell, only a foot high and missing one leg, but its surface was covered in ancient script, exuding a primitive aura.

"Sea Calming Divine Bell."

Huixuan's eyes widened with surprise as he could not believe his ears: "Are you serious? This artifact was lost eight hundred years ago!"

"Hmph. Indeed, it was stolen by a rogue, but who says we cannot return it to its rightful place?"

Mèngrúyàn said coldly, though her expression remained calm on the surface, she felt a pang of sorrow as Huixuan had said.

This replica celestial artifact had indeed been lost at that time. Her sister still led the天涯 (end of the world) 海阁 (sea pavilion) - Translation could be "Pavilion by the Sea at the Ends of the Earth" (Heavenly Sea Pavilion), and this matter often left her in low spirits, saying that after her death, she would have no face to meet the ancestors of their sect.

Later, when her sister died at Fēngliáng's hands on her deathbed, she still harbored resentment over this matter until the end.

At that time, Mèngrúyàn had sworn to use all her strength and resources to bring back the Sea Calming Divine Bell. However, as an Essence Core cultivator then, she was powerless.

The Sea Calming Divine Bell had been in the hands of Wànjīa Valley, a place where the strongest妖族 (This term is often left as is, but can be translated as "Race of Wonders" or simply "Fae Race") (demons) retreated. Even now, facing Wànjīwáng (Jade Dragon King), she would have no chance of victory.

But could this end so easily? Her sister still lay beneath Jiǔquán, unable to rest in peace. Mèngrúyàn was filled with pain but understood that in the cultivation world, strength mattered most.

Though the天涯 (end of the world) 海阁 (sea pavilion) - Translation could be "Pavilion by the Sea at the Ends of the Earth" (Heavenly Sea Pavilion) was one of the seven major sects in Yúnzhōu Province, it could not compete with Wànjī Valley at a critical moment. Then, Tángliúlóu stepped forward.

Although he did not wish to offend the Jade Dragon King, men had their responsibilities. Having failed to save his beloved woman, Tangliu was already in deep pain. How could he abandon this one wish?

Even if it meant fighting the demons, he would do so. On a moonless night, Tángliúlóu entered Wànjī Valley alone with his sword, ready for battle.

The replica celestial artifact was no small matter; in the mortal world, it was considered an act of defiance against heaven. The Jade Dragon King naturally did not want to hand it over.

Back then, Tangliu was a Separation Realm cultivator, and the Jade Dragon King's realm was similar.

A fierce battle raged as the skies turned dark with clouds.

In terms of power and techniques, Tángliúlóu had a slight edge. However, cultivators did not rely on individual combat; as one of the strongest forces among demons, Wànjī Valley had hundreds of transformed demon creatures, while its dual cultivation partner was also at the Separation Realm stage.

Though she had just ascended to this realm, her cultivation level was formidable.

With a command from the Jade Dragon King, these beings rushed forward en masse.

Tángliúlóu, though a Confucian cultivator, was not a naive person. Having entered Wànjī Valley alone with his sword, how could he have no preparation?

Faced with overwhelming numbers, Tángliúlóu revealed his true treasures: celestial artifacts. These were genuine artifacts, not mere imitations. Their power was beyond imagination.

Thus, Tángliúlóu began to unleash his might. With one person alone, he fought against hundreds of transformed demons and two Separation Realm elders.

Though he was also in the middle stage at that time, his abilities far surpassed Huixuan's current powers.

The Jade Dragon King did not back down either, taking out the Sea Calming Divine Bell.

But it was useless. Tángliúlóu was a devoted lover who risked everything to fulfill Mèngrúyàn's final wish.

Bathed in blood, he fought on without retreating.

A formidable figure, the first expert of Tianyun Twelve Provinces, fought with all his might, turning Wànjī Valley into chaos.

Countless demons died, and the Jade Dragon King finally grew fearful. The Sea Calming Divine Bell was a celestial artifact that defied heaven, but continuing in this manner would clearly be unwise.

Moreover, at the end, he had the confidence to kill Tángliúlóu, but likely his own essence core would scatter as well.

Mutual destruction held no benefits; with things reaching this point, yielding did not seem so shameful.

Thus, although unwilling, the Jade Dragon King reluctantly handed over the Sea Calming Divine Bell.

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