Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 596: The Mysterious Person

Everyone concentrated, and when they clearly made out the words, they were all shocked and dismayed.

"Spirit Void inquired into forbidden knowledge and received a slight chastisement, sealing Little Spirit Mountain for eighty thousand years. Should there be another offense, none on Golden Buddha Mountain shall survive!"

"What?!"

Upon seeing these words, Spirit Void and Ling Xian'er and the others promptly realized what was happening.

The ghosts within the Underworld were actually brought in by the powerful beings behind those silver-masked mysterious figures.

And the reason that person did so was simply because Spirit Void had inadvertently learned of his name.

Spirit Void investigated the existence behind those silver-masked mysterious figures, merely because he learned a name, and that Mr. Qin forcefully sealed Little Spirit Mountain for a full eighty thousand years.

The other party's methods were truly ruthless, but from what he implied, this was already the lightest punishment, and if there were another offense, the entire Golden Buddha Mountain would be doomed.

"That is... him..."

At the same time, Qinchuan, upon reading this line, felt his heart suddenly jolt, reminding him of something.

Originally, while in Seven Kills Linglong Pavilion, he had seen Yu Linglong and Wu Yong's Remnant Soul on the ninth floor of the Exquisite Pavilion.

At that time, Wu Yong's remnant soul had tried to reveal the name of the person behind those who arranged for the Immortal Burial.

But at a critical moment, Wu Yong's soul was scattered by a mysterious Dao sound.

Qinchuan's Emperor Soul resonated, that mysterious Dao sound, and the existence that condensed these words, were the same person.

At that moment, Qinchuan's Emperor Soul surged out, standing tall and mighty, manifesting as the Heaven-Earth Dharma Aspect, appearing in this small world.

"Who are you? Since you're here, why not show yourself?" Qinchuan shouted coldly.

The Asura Emperor Soul, with myriad mysterious soul runes swirling around it, its sanguine thirst for slaughter unabashedly surging, its terrifying oppressive aura descending as if he were a true Asura War God, capturing people's souls.

The Asura Emperor Soul opened its eyes, fearsome flames flickering within, Divine Fire leaping continuously. Within the Innate Pupils, the Innate Pupillary Power along with the power of karma surged wildly, forming a twofold divine light, shooting towards the characters in the void.

At this moment, Qinchuan felt as if he were trapped in a boundless chaos, the mist thick around him, Immortal Qi swirling.

His Innate Pupillary Power penetrated the layers of Immortal Mist, and in the chaos, there was a faintly discernible figure.

This was Qinchuan's Innate Pupil and Pupil Skill using the power of karma to pierce through endless space, revealing the other's origin.

However, the other party was too powerful, Qinchuan was unable to ascertain the location of their true body.

Through the power of karma in the Pupil Skill, Qinchuan was even more astonished as he discovered that there was a thread of karma entwined around the other, and that karma astonishingly pointed towards his own Emperor Soul's true form.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?"

For the first time, Qinchuan's Emperor Soul spoke, emitting a thunderous booming sound.

Like an ancient god awakening, the Great Dao Rune Patterns retreated, prostrating beneath the Emperor Soul.

A wild aura swept across this world, and if not for Qinchuan deliberately avoiding Ji Huo'er and the others, their souls would already have been scattered by now.

At that moment, countless mists began to roil again, reconverging into text, appearing before Qinchuan's eyes.

"Retreat. When you have the capability to resurrect Luo Ling'er, you will know who I am."

"Resurrect Luo Ling'er? Is there really a way to resurrect Ling'er?" Qinchuan, upon hearing this, suddenly showed excitement on his face, swiftly changed his tone and asked, "Do you know of any method that can..."

But before he could finish speaking, Qinchuan only felt a blur before his eyes as the chaotic Immortal Mist vanished, and the Sumeru Space of the Little Thunder Sound Temple appeared before him, the figure within the mist no longer traceable.

The spatial connection was forcefully severed by the other.

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Although he did not discover the whereabouts of this person, Qinchuan was exceedingly excited because he now knew.

Resurrecting Luo Ling'er was feasible.

One must know that throughout his nine reincarnations, he had no certainty about whether he could successfully resurrect Ling'er, but now, with that mysterious powerhouse's simple words, he knew he was on the right path.

As for the mysterious and powerful beings behind all this, he no longer worried about them at this time. Various signs indicated that these people bore no ill will; in fact, they even knew Luo Ling'er, which could be said to show a considerable interest in him.

Moreover,

they were too powerful, capable of arbitrarily connecting the Underworld with Little Spirit Mountain—so mighty that it was unheard of. Even the ancient four great clans couldn't achieve such a feat.

He didn't even consider that he was only at the Dragon Transformation Realm now; even if his Cultivation Level were at the Divine Emperor Realm, it would only take a flick of the people's fingers to annihilate him.

But they hadn't struck him down, which meant they either disdained to do so or they had other plans.

"Perhaps, these people are the immortals of legend!"

Qinchuan thought to himself, unable to imagine any other possibility except the legendary immortals.

With things settled for the moment, Qinchuan and his companions, together with Ling Xian'er, headed towards Little Spirit Mountain.

Although they knew that Little Spirit Mountain had already been moved by those masked mysterious people, they still had to go and see for themselves.

Arriving at the original location of Little Spirit Mountain, as expected, the once-continuous mountain range had now turned into a vast sea.

The sea stretched to the horizon, and at the edge of the sky, rosy clouds were high in the air, swirling clouds flew by, and the setting sun hung slanted—it was a world of peace, with no sign of the Ghost Race appearing.

Along the continuous coastline, Qinchuan also saw the familiar multicolored altars.

However, these altars had long been abandoned and were caked with layers of demonic dust.

Seeing no useful clues at the site of Little Spirit Mountain, Qinchuan and the others departed from the place.

Instead of heading back to the Thunder Sound Temple, Qinchuan and his party went south. There were many passages in the world of Little Spirit Mountain, through which they could exit the other worlds and directly reach the Great Domain near the Spirit Dragon Holy Land.

Before parting, Qinchuan imparted the Control Law Decision for the Defensive Grand Formation of Little Spirit Mountain to Ling Xian'er's Spiritual Form.

Now, he was the only Buddha in this world, and it was his duty to reseal the Defensive Grand Formation.

Qinchuan, Ye Xuanji, Ji Huo'er, and the other two members rode their Magic Artifacts and flew away in one direction of the world of Little Spirit Mountain.

On this day,

Qinchuan and the others felt a tremendous Buddhist glow rise from behind them.

Looking far away, they saw golden rays of light flowing in the void far away, dispersing the layers of Demonic Qi in this world.

The golden light was dazzling, as if a supreme Buddha had returned to the world, embodying the ultimate paths of the Buddhist law and giving a sense of purification and peace of mind.

This small world had been covered by the aura of ghosts for eighty thousand years, and today, at long last, Buddhist light shone anew across the entire land, bringing forth brightness.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle,"

At that moment, golden raindrops began to fall from the emptiness of space. One holy light after another rose, and the brilliant golden droplets fell, cleansing the demonic atmosphere from this world.

"What's happening?"

Ling Xian'er felt the profound Buddhist intent within these droplets, her eyes like waves, and she asked softly.

"Ling Xian'er has passed away," Qinchuan said calmly.

"That big monk is gone?" Ji Huo'er was surprised.

"His main body had given rise to a heart demon, causing the death of a million cultivators. Having learned the truth, he had no face to continue living. Besides, although the heart demon of his main body has been exterminated, it became the heart demon of his spiritual form. He worried that if the heart demon grew once again, it might endanger the world anew," Qinchuan explained with detachment.

He had anticipated Ling Xian'er's choice.

Qinchuan had taught him the Defensive Grand Formation to give him some time to think things over. At the very least, he thought Ling Xian'er would pass on the method to activate it to his successor before leaving.

However, after closing the Defensive Grand Formation, Ling Xian'er ultimately chose to pass away.

A Great Emperor Level Spiritual Form thus ended his journey, and Ye Xuanji and the others sighed with emotion.

"With the Defensive Grand Formation closed and the pathways reopened, let's hurry on," Qinchuan led the way as the first to escape towards the distance.