Chapter 1670: 1767: Buddhist Sect Faces the Enemy

Chapter 1670: Chapter 1767: Buddhist Sect Faces the Enemy

“Such demon beasts—how did the beings of the ancient era manage to eliminate them?” Zhen Yangzi said incredulously.

Fang Lin furrowed his brows, slapped his Nine Palace Bag at his waist, and an ancient spear appeared in his hand.

The moment the ancient spear emerged, the far ancient demon tree below let out an earth-shattering roar that shook their eardrums to the point of pain. If Zhen Yangzi and the others weren’t beings of profound cultivation, anyone who hadn’t reached the Longevity Realm would likely have their hearts and lungs shattered by that single enraged roar.

Even so, the four of them felt their blood surging violently within, their discomfort palpable.

But Fang Lin discerned something—the raging roar of the far ancient demon tree seemed tinged with fear.

“So it fears the ancient spear in my hand after all?” Fang Lin murmured to himself, his eyes emitting a sharp brilliance.

The far ancient demon tree indeed feared Fang Lin’s ancient spear. In ancient times, it rampaged unhindered, utterly devoid of predators, with no creature capable of inspiring fear in it.

Yet, at the height of its arrogance and tyranny, it was pinned to death by an unremarkable human being wielding this very spear.

The tree had thought that the spear had long since vanished, yet unexpectedly, it now faced the same weapon—a fully identical counterpart to the one that felled it in ancient days.

The aura of the spear roused a faint ache in the spot where it had once been pierced, though that area had healed entirely, leaving not a single visible trace.

Nevertheless, the ancient spear carried an innate threat to the far ancient demon tree. In anyone’s hands, its mere existence rendered it the tree’s mortal foe.

“Do you recognize this weapon?” Fang Lin shouted fiercely, glaring at the far ancient demon tree.

The tree unleashed a string of roars but dared not attack Fang Lin and his group, seemingly contemplating retreat into the depths of the ocean.

Jian Angxing and the other two stared at Fang Lin in shock. Unexpectedly, the spear in Fang Lin’s hand had instilled such fear in the far ancient demon tree?

“Kill me! Use the weapon in your hand and end my life!” Jade Qincheng shrieked bitterly, her voice bordering on madness, her eyes streaming with blood.

“Alright!” Fang Lin hesitated not a moment, thrusting the ancient spear downward, aiming squarely at Jade Qincheng’s face.

Jade Qincheng burst into laughter, her gaze tinged with anticipation as she awaited the descent of the spear. She had grown weary of her endless, entangled existence with the far ancient demon tree—better to embrace death than to coexist with the monstrous entity any longer.

The ancient spear sliced through the air with a piercing sound, descending in an instant toward the far ancient demon tree below. If it struck Jade Qincheng, she would perish, and while the far ancient demon tree would not die outright, it would unquestionably suffer grave damage, granting a greater chance to annihilate it completely.

But just as the spear neared, the far ancient demon tree absorbed Jade Qincheng’s visage into its body and swiftly sank deep into the ocean.

The spear dove after it, disappearing beneath the surface. Within mere breaths, agonized cries echoed from the vast sea—the far ancient demon tree was injured.

Moments later, the ancient spear emerged from the waves, returning to Fang Lin’s grasp, with a fragment of the far ancient demon tree’s body impaled on its tip.

This piece of the far ancient demon tree was neither wood nor stone, black as ink. Ordinary methods couldn’t inflict the slightest harm upon it, yet the ancient spear had forcibly severed this segment of its body.

“Hmm?” Fang Lin’s eyes narrowed as he observed the fragment—it began to grow, slowly regenerating with extraordinary vitality.

Fang Lin couldn’t doubt that, if given enough time, this fragment might eventually spawn a new demon tree.

“Such potent vitality—this piece must be destroyed immediately, or it will surely bring endless trouble,” Zhen Yangzi said gravely.

“This humble monk possesses the Buddhist Cleansing Skill, capable of refining and absolving the demon tree’s remnants,” Fu Yue Vajra offered.

Fang Lin shook his head. With a wave, he sent the fragment into his body, suppressing it using the Ancient Lamp of Flame God. He continually burned it with skyfire to hinder its growth, controlling the fire’s intensity so as not to destroy the fragment completely.

Fang Lin harbored a thought—although the far ancient demon tree was supremely difficult to kill outright, the ancient spear was its only true bane. However, understanding the tree’s weaknesses might unveil other methods to subdue it.

From his previous attack, Fang Lin knew the tree had suffered injury. Yet to claim it could be killed with just this strike would be unrealistic.

Fang Lin wasn’t the ancient being who had wielded the spear in eons past; he couldn’t unleash its full potential. Were that predecessor to wield it now, the far ancient demon tree might already be slain.

Of course, today, the far ancient demon tree was far from its once-terrifying prime. Had it regained its full strength, Fang Lin—even armed with the ancient spear—might struggle to inflict any harm.

“The three sects hope this far ancient demon tree will be enough to stop me, but they fail to realize its sole nemesis rests in my hands,” Fang Lin thought to himself.

Without the far ancient demon tree as the largest obstacle in their path, Fang Lin and his group pressed onward to the depths of the Seven Seas, their hearts considerably lighter.

“Last time, we stormed the Taoist Sect and met many of their strongest figures. This time, let’s start with the Buddhist Sect,” Fang Lin declared, his eyes gleaming fiercely.

“This humble monk has been waiting for such an opportunity!” Fu Yue Vajra said exuberantly, charging ahead with evident zeal, intent on wreaking havoc upon the Buddhist Sect.

It was no surprise—though a Buddhist himself, Fu Yue Vajra utterly despised the Buddhist Sect. He harbored an intense hatred, dreaming of wiping out those so-called Buddhas and monks entirely, to forge a truly benevolent Buddhist order anew.

Mists swirled and clouds loomed as a grand Buddhist temple appeared before the group.

The temple occupied a lone island, its towering peak crowned with the imposing structure.

Fu Yue Vajra wasted no time, stomping ferociously upon it, manifesting a colossal golden foot surrounded by radiant Buddha light that crushed the temple and mountain together.

Boom!!!!

The island quaked, and the previously sky-reaching peak collapsed entirely under Fu Yue Vajra’s might.

No one from the Buddhist Sect perished, however—the temple had long been abandoned, not a single monk in sight. Clearly, they had anticipated Fang Lin and his group’s arrival.

Fu Yue Vajra, finding not a single soul from the Buddhist Sect below, grew irate and slammed his foot down again, shattering the island into pieces.

“Let’s move forward. They say, ‘The monk may flee, but the temple cannot,'” Fang Lin remarked calmly, gazing ahead.

The Buddhist Sect, meanwhile, was gripped with dread. Many temples stood empty as the monks clustered together, fearing that the formidable intruders would systematically annihilate them.

“Amitabha,” murmured the Buddha Head. Bathed in resplendent golden light, he sat atop a radiant golden lion, gazing impassively ahead.

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