The Buddha of the Western Regions

Leading the group was an old man with a hooked nose, his aura unmistakably reaching the late stage of the Quasi-Saint realm. Behind him, several others were also outstanding figures within the King realm, clearly a formidable force that had fought their way through the chaos together.

The moment they entered, their eyes were immediately and irresistibly drawn to the three treasures resting on the stone platform, unable to look away even an inch.

The scorching radiance of the treasures, the overwhelming spiritual pressure—they all stirred their greed to the utmost.

“Saint-grade treasures! At least top-tier Saint-level artifacts!”

The hooked-nose old man’s breath grew heavy, a terrifying gleam bursting forth in his eyes. Then he noticed Xiao Ruobai and his companions already standing in the hall.

“Hm? Battle Asura?”

His pupils contracted sharply as he recognized Xiao Ruobai. A flicker of caution crossed his face, but his gaze quickly swept back to the three ownerless Saint treasures on the stone platform. His caution was swiftly replaced by even deeper greed.

They had the numbers, and their cultivation was superior. They might just have a chance to snatch these treasures!

“Battle Asura, these treasures belong to all who see them!”

The old man’s voice was deep and commanding. At the same time, he gave a subtle signal to his companions behind him. They dispersed with tacit understanding, gradually forming a surrounding formation.

“Considering your youthful rise to fame wasn’t easy, I’ll let you take one treasure and leave with your people. I can guarantee your safe passage!”

Clearly, they feared the strength of Xiao Ruobai and his group and dared not act rashly.

However, the only response he received was Xiao Ruobai’s cold, emotionless gaze and Fang Hanyu’s sword tip subtly rising.

“Annoying.”

Xiao Ruobai uttered only two words before his figure vanished like a ghost.

In the next instant, he reappeared right before the hooked-nose old man, delivering a simple yet devastating punch!

Where his fist passed, the air compressed into visible white ripples, and the void emitted a low, mournful wail!

The old man’s face twisted wildly—death’s shadow instantly enveloped his heart!

He roared furiously, unleashing all his lifelong cultivation into the bronze shield before him. The fierce beast carving on the shield seemed to come alive.

It let out a deafening roar, forming a thick wall of light to block the attack. At the same time, the old man staggered backward, trying to create distance.

But it was too late!

“Boom—!!!”

The moment the fist collided with the light wall, there was no earth-shattering explosion, only a muffled blast so heavy it made hearts stop.

The bronze shield, strong enough to withstand a blow from an ordinary Saint, shattered like ancient divine glass struck head-on by a primordial mountain.

Countless shards mixed with dissipating spiritual light shot out in all directions.

The punch, undiminished, passed through the storm of fragments and slammed solidly into the old man’s crossed arms held before his chest.

“Crack! Crack!”

The sharp, piercing sound of bones breaking rang out.

“Pfft—!”

The hooked-nose old man was struck as if by lightning. His arms twisted into a grotesque shape, and a large chunk of his chest visibly caved in!

His eyes bulged wildly as he spewed a mouthful of blood mixed with shattered internal organs. His entire body seemed drained of all strength, limp as he flew backward, crashing heavily against a hard wall dozens of yards away before sliding to the ground.

The remaining cultivators, whether Quasi-Saint or Kings, all froze on the spot, as if frozen solid by an invisible frost.

The greed and ferocity etched on their faces were instantly replaced by boundless terror. Their eyes, fixed on Xiao Ruobai, looked as if they were staring at a peerless war god who had emerged from the ancient primordial chaos!

One punch!

Just one punch!

A late-stage Quasi-Saint powerhouse, along with his defensive sacred artifact, was utterly crippled!

What kind of monstrous power was this?!

“Get lost.”

Xiao Ruobai slowly withdrew his fist, not even sparing a glance at the dying elder. His gaze calmly swept over the remaining few, his tone indifferent yet carrying undeniable authority.

This time, he didn’t even need to say it twice.

“Spare us! Please spare us, Senior!”

“We’re leaving! We’re leaving right now!”

Terrified to their very souls, those few had no hesitation left. They scrambled, crawling and clawing, frantically fleeing toward the hall’s exit, cursing their insufficient cultivation and poor escape techniques. In the blink of an eye, they vanished without a trace.

Silence once again reclaimed the grand hall, leaving only the heavy scent of blood and the gentle glow radiating from the treasures atop the stone altar.

Xiao Ruobai and his companions refocused their attention on the three treasures, attempting to unravel their mysteries.

“Time is tight. We must decipher this quickly.”

Xiao Ruobai’s voice was low and steady as the aura of the War God’s blood slowly spread, alert to every movement around them.

Fang Hanyu cradled the ancient sword, its core translucent, sensing even the slightest fluctuations in the energy flow of the sealing formation.

Meanwhile, Ling Xi quietly stepped forward, standing before the ever-shifting violet mist.

Her eyes scanned the aura enveloping the treasures, deep and penetrating.

What was a formidable ancient sealing formation that could trouble even Saint Lord-level figures seemed to have shed all its mysterious veils before her.

Though the imperial tomb’s sealing was intricate, its countless variations all stemmed from the same fundamentals. The foundation of its operation and the energy nodes were as clear to her as the patterns on her palm.

Stretching out a slender finger, she gathered a thread of spiritual light, directing it toward several seemingly insignificant yet crucial points where the formation’s energy flowed.

The unified aura shimmered ever so slightly at a frequency almost imperceptible to the naked eye. Inside, the Taoist energy circulating within showed a subtle, barely noticeable stagnation.

At that moment, two shadowy figures silently emerged from the darkness near the hall’s entrance like phantoms.

They were none other than Fakong and Liaoyin Buddha, who had been alerted by the fleeing cultivators and learned from their words that the Battle Asura and others were inside this hall.

Ling Xi, fully immersed in breaking the formation, barely twitched her eyes, but she gave no sign of awareness. Her breathing remained steady, maintaining her posture as if oblivious to their arrival.

“Master, look!” Fakong suppressed his excitement, transmitting his voice telepathically. His eyes flickered with a mixture of resentment and greed.

“It’s them! The Battle Asura! And that Sword in White! Their protectors aren’t even by their side!”

Liaoyin Buddha, a Saint King with a gaunt face, had already probed the hall’s situation with his divine sense, seeing everything clearly.

His gaze swept over the three treasures emanating astonishing auras, and a flicker of intense heat passed through his pupils, but more than that, there was scrutiny and calculation.

“Master, this is a godsend opportunity!”

Fakong’s tone grew urgent, filled with encouragement.

"In the tomb of the Great Emperor, where celestial secrets lie in chaos, who can say what fate befalls those who kill, seize treasures, and steal fortune? It’s the perfect chance to avenge the humiliation once inflicted upon our Buddhist sect!"

Liaoyin Buddha lowered his brows and eyes, clasped his hands together, and transmitted his voice: "Fakong, you are attached to appearances. Greed and anger are the two poisons—great taboos on the path of cultivation. Our Buddha is merciful; how can we recklessly act in ignorance to commit such murderous deeds?"

Though his words sounded like a gentle admonition, his overwhelming divine awareness swept through every corner of the grand hall like invisible tentacles, over and over again.

Especially around Xiao Ruobai and the others, within a hundred yards of space, he searched repeatedly.

There was truly no trace of any protector hidden nearby!

This discovery caused Liaoyin Buddha’s heartbeat to quicken slightly.

"Amitabha."

Suddenly, Liaoyin Buddha shifted his tone, his voice filled with compassion for the world, his gaze once again fixed on the three treasures, particularly the swirling purple aura.

"However, our Buddha also teaches that worldly treasures are meant to be possessed by those who are virtuous. These three sacred relics radiate precious light, their Dao resonance formed by heaven itself, faintly in harmony with the purity and transcendence of our Buddhist teachings."

He paused, wearing an expression of solemn resolve, and slowly transmitted his voice: "If such Buddhist treasures fall into the hands of those burdened with excessive murderous intent, they may only amplify the world’s hatred and bring about boundless calamity.

For the sake of all beings, and to uphold the righteous Dharma, I, an old monk, must now perform this demon-subduing deed. I will take these treasures back before the Buddha, to be nurtured day and night by the Dharma, dispelling their malevolent energy—thus fulfilling the compassion of our Buddha."

His words were grandiose and dignified, disguising the evil act of killing and seizing treasures as a righteous mission to exorcise demons and protect all living beings.

Fakong was momentarily stunned, then overjoyed, quickly agreeing: "Master, your wisdom is unparalleled! These treasures are indeed destined for our Buddhist sect! I am willing to follow you and fulfill this great merit!"

Liaoyin Buddha nodded slightly, a flicker of coldness and determination barely visible in his eyes.

The killing intent was set.

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