The Heartbreaking Forbidden Zone of Life

The endless void.

Little Black’s figure quietly emerged, three objects casually held in his hand.

The Great Sun Demon-Subduing Pestle, its light dim and cracks faintly visible along its shaft; the Eight-Treasure Buddhist Staff, dark gold from end to end, its Buddhist patterns silent; and the small yet star-river-heavy Violet-Gold Demon-Subduing Bell.

They were none other than the three supreme Imperial Weapons passed down by the Buddhist Sect through the ages.

At this moment, they trembled and wailed in Little Black’s grasp, their sentience completely suppressed, like lambs awaiting slaughter.

Before Little Black departed, he had quietly taken every last treasure, spirit medicine, and scripture stored within the Ancient Sumeru Temple. The sheer wealth of its collection had even surprised Little Black somewhat.

Little Black slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling upon the three trembling supreme Imperial Weapons in his palm.

His lips did not move, yet a cold thought rang directly within the remnants of their core sentience:

“Will you go in yourselves…”

The thought paused, carrying an almost cruel indifference.

“Or shall I ‘send’ you in?”

Where was “in”?

There was no need to say.

These three Imperial Weapons possessed sentience that had long since reached the divine realm. From the moment Little Black drew them out of the ruins of Sumeru and brought them into this void, they had already understood their final—and only—destination.

Silence spread through the void and between the cores of the Imperial Weapons.

The jewel atop the Great Sun Demon-Subduing Pestle, which had once burned with an eternal Buddhist flame, was now as dim as an ordinary stone, trembling faintly.

The Buddhist swastika patterns on the Eight-Treasure Buddhist Staff flickered erratically, as though struggling.

The Violet-Gold Demon-Subduing Bell let out an almost inaudible whimpering sound.

They were supreme Imperial Weapons. They had once followed the Buddha Patriarch into battle, illuminated the ages with their glory, and received the worship of countless believers.

Yet now, the hand holding them belonged to an incomprehensible existence who had crushed the Buddhist Sect’s foundation accumulated over countless ages and erased the Buddha Patriarch’s imprint with a mere flick of his finger.

Before such absolute power and will, their pride appeared so pale and laughable.

“Alas…”

A sigh, exceedingly faint yet filled with boundless complexity, escaped.

Within that sigh were memories of past glory, remorse and sorrow over the Buddhist Sect’s decline, helplessness before their own fate—and finally, a trace of resolute acceptance.

Rather than be sent inside by this terrifying existence in an even more humiliating and uncontrollable manner, they would preserve the last, pitiful shred of dignity befitting Imperial Weapons.

“Buzz…” “Buzz…” “Buzz…”

The three Imperial Weapons simultaneously let out one final tremor. It was no longer a wail, but a quiver resembling a farewell and a final decision.

The next moment—

Three streaks of light broke free from Little Black’s palm, tore through the deathly silent void, and shot toward the forbidden zone below—the Godfall Ruins.

They were not going there to wage war. They were carrying out a final order of self-destruction that had been imposed upon them.

Little Black stood motionless in the void, coldly watching as the three death-bound streaks of light vanished into the forbidden zone.

“…”

A brief, heart-stopping silence.

Then—

“What the (￥%……&!! Another supreme Imperial Weapon?!*”

“Fuck your ancestors! Is this ever going to end?! And now they’ve come as a group?! Three of them?!”

“Get the hell out! All of you, get out of here!!”

Several ancient Supreme Beings roared from the deepest reaches of the Godfall Ruins, their voices seething with fury, shock, and even a trace of hysteria. The explosions shook the surrounding mist into a frenzied backward surge!

Yet their enraged cries had barely begun when—

“BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—!!!”

Three dazzling balls of annihilating light, each brighter than a solar explosion and formed purely from the fundamental laws and vast divine power of Buddhist imperial weapons, erupted almost simultaneously and without the slightest restraint at different locations in the heart of the restricted zone!

This was the ultimate, complete self-destruction of three supreme imperial weapons. Its power far surpassed that of any ordinary attack!

“Bastards!!”

“Holy shit!!”

Two muffled groans—clearly even more furious and pained—barely overpowered the roar of the explosions as they came from the deepest part of the restricted zone.

The two Supreme Beings who seemed to have suffered bad luck—or perhaps had been deliberately singled out—had clearly taken a serious beating from the point-blank self-detonation of the three imperial weapons. Their auras became violently disordered.

Terrifying purifying Buddhist light and waves of annihilation rampaged through the deathly aura of the restricted zone, once again turning the entire area upside down!

In the void, Little Black gazed down at the restricted zone, which had once more descended into chaos and fury. In particular, he sensed the two Supreme auras that had suddenly weakened and now seethed with boundless hatred.

His cold eyes remained utterly devoid of emotion.

It was as if he were merely watching three useless tools complete their final—and only permitted—mission.

He did not linger. His figure slowly faded, as though he had never appeared at all, and completely merged into the void.

All that remained within the restricted zone were the ceaseless aftershocks of the explosions, the furious curses of the Supreme Beings, and the two ancient existences who had suffered genuine injuries. So stifled and aggrieved that they were nearly spitting blood, they frantically licked their wounds.

At the same time, they cursed in the most vicious language imaginable the damned madman who could force even imperial weapons to launch suicidal attacks.

Not long afterward, the most powerful forces in the Xuanhuang Great World vaguely sensed unusual and violent energy fluctuations emanating from the Godfall Ruins restricted zone.

Although the disturbance subsided quickly, the vast Buddhist power that had erupted for that brief instant—so utterly incompatible with the deathly aura of the restricted zone—left the few ancient existences who knew the truth dumbfounded, prompting them to form an utterly terrifying conjecture…

When that conjecture was combined with the earlier destruction of the Glazed Sacred Land, the self-detonation of an ultimate imperial weapon, and the involvement of a life-restricted zone—

A deeper, colder, and even more despairing chill quietly spread through the world.

The sheer recklessness of this person’s actions sent chills down the spines of every opponent—including the lofty Supreme Beings of the restricted zones.

He had not only established rules, killed people, and looted their homes—he had even casually thrown the imperial weapons he had seized into a life-restricted zone as a warning.

Such methods. Such courage. Such strength backing it all…

The Xuanhuang Great World was truly about to change.

Azure Profound Sect!

Several streaks of light passed through the Azure Profound Sect’s seemingly ordinary mountain-protecting formation and entered the sect.

As the light dispersed, the figures of Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Fatty Wang emerged.

Following behind Xiao Ruobai, Qilin Son Mo Yu felt the solid ground beneath his feet. His enormous qilin head was still spinning slightly.

He instinctively looked around.

A cool breeze brushed past his face. The spiritual energy was—well, fairly dense, but only on the level of an ordinary sect.

It was worlds apart from the supreme Daoist sanctuary he had imagined, where immortal palaces stood in endless rows, the laws of the Dao poured down like waterfalls, and auspicious light stretched for thousands of miles.

This was the sect of his master—the mysterious existence who had nurtured monsters like Battle Asura, Sword in White, and Cyan Rakshasa?

The place where the terrifying being who could annihilate a sacred ground with a snap of his fingers resided?

Mo Yu’s black-and-gold vertical pupils were filled with utter bewilderment, along with an intense sense of unreality.

This scene was not merely different from what he had expected—it had absolutely nothing to do with it!

Xiao Ruobai paid no attention to Mo Yu’s dazed expression. Without slowing his steps, he soon entered Purple Bamboo Peak.

“Master.”

The four of them stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

“Mm, you’re back.”

Gu Changge set down his teacup. His calm gaze swept over the group before finally pausing on Mo Yu for a moment.

I’ll post one more chapter. Just one more to make up for the missed chapters.

Today’s update will be a little late, probably around seven in the evening!

You can come back to read after seven. Sorry, everyone!