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The moment the two of them stepped into the Buddhist world, the sky, which was already slightly dim, instantly sank into even deeper darkness.

The last ray of light in the sky was swallowed up by this inexplicable force, and the whole world was instantly shrouded in a thick shadow.

A sudden sandstorm raged, and the flying sand dyed the sky extremely black.
It completely engulfed Yang Zhiyuan's vision, and he could only see a blurry and narrow area of ​​several feet in front of him.

Yang Zhiyuan took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner panic.

However, he did not expect that there were countless tiny grains of sand mixed in this breath, which made him frown.

At this moment, he suddenly realized,

His own protective magical power was completely useless in the face of this raging sandstorm.

And as the wind ruthlessly lifted up the sky full of sand, Yang Zhiyuan felt as if his soul and mind were also bound, becoming dull and heavy.

Even the martial arts spirit of a Martial Lord level warrior became weak and powerless.

"Your Highness, the Buddha's Son..."

Yang Zhiyuan turned his head, but his words were not yet fully uttered.
I realized that the place where the Buddhist disciple had just stood was already empty.
All that was left was endless darkness and raging sandstorms, as if foreshadowing some ominous sign.

He activated the flower of his body, releasing the powerful energy and blood in his body like a surging river without reservation.

To his surprise, the light emitted by the blood was as blazing as the sun.
However, it could only illuminate the space less than ten feet in front of it, as if it was bounded by an invisible boundary.

The rest of the light was like a drop in the ocean, greedily swallowed up by the boundless darkness, leaving no trace.

He walked forward slowly, not knowing how long he had been walking.

However, he found that the visual distance remained the same, only three meters in front of his eyes.

The darkness around him seemed to be an eternal cage, trapping him tightly.

"Your Highness..."

"Your Highness..."

He called softly, his voice echoing in the silent darkness.

He kept trying, using every possible means at his disposal.
Tried to break the shackles of darkness, but still failed.

Apart from using the River of Time, all his methods were useless here.

Be it Taoist magical powers or martial arts, they are unable to exert their due power.

The darkness seemed to be so sticky that it solidified into a solid entity, compressing all magical powers to an insignificant level, with the power not even one thousandth of the original.

Although the spiritual energy here is so rich that it is almost condensed into a solid spiritual liquid,
However, to Yang Zhiyuan, who had achieved extraordinary cultivation, this kind of spiritual energy was useless.

He had already surpassed the state of needing to absorb external spiritual energy to nourish himself.
On the contrary, this overly strong spiritual power interfered with the sharpness of his five senses to a certain extent.
As a result, his ability to perceive the outside world was greatly affected in such an environment.

"It is undoubtedly the Buddhist world... Only the heavenly way of this vast and boundless world can have the power to suppress us on the other side..."

Yang Zhiyuan murmured in his heart, with an indescribable heaviness in his tone.

This land, once covered by Buddhism, has entered the countdown to destruction.
It is very likely that the Heavenly Dao has fallen into madness and will do anything to achieve its goals.

Even a Heavenly King like him had to restrain his edge and act with caution.

Just out of concern for the safety of the Buddha's disciples, he continued to move forward in the darkness where it was almost pitch dark.

After a long search, Yang Zhiyuan failed to find any trace of Xie Que, which made him feel ominous.

He understood that the Buddhist disciple Xie Que was most likely no longer nearby.

In this vast darkness, even for him, it would be difficult to exert his full strength, not to mention that he had to always be on guard against those old Buddhas who might be hiding in the dark.

They are undoubtedly also looking for the whereabouts of the Buddha's son.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhiyuan had already begun to think about quitting.
He knew very well that it would be extremely difficult to find the whereabouts of the Buddha's disciples in this Buddhist world by himself.

Yang Zhiyuan decided to withdraw to Maha Realm first, gather the powerful people in Maha Realm and then make plans again.

He waved his hand gently and opened the portal to the long river of time.

The portal was like a crack in the void, letting in a light that did not belong to this world.

Yang Zhiyuan took a step forward without hesitation, and instantly merged into the light, then disappeared without a trace.

When he stepped out again, he had already returned to the Maha Realm.

At the same time, Xie Que was in a place that was so far away that it was unimaginable.
That distance is so great that even if the Lord of the Other Shore tried his best to travel without being suppressed, it would be difficult for him to reach the destination in a short period of time.

This place is almost farther away than across the entire Maha Realm.

Xie Que also used his own qi and blood as a guide to ignite the raging flames.

He could feel that this Buddhist world was no longer the same as the one he was familiar with a million years ago.

Thinking back to when I arrived here more than a million years ago, the Buddhist world was already in ruins, as if it had experienced a doomsday baptism.
Void energy permeates everywhere, and every inch of land exudes the breath of despair.

But when Xie Que stepped into this land again, he did not notice any trace of the void invasion, as if that dark history had never happened.

But even so, the familiar and ancient atmosphere in the air

He still concluded that this was the Buddhist world he had visited before.

In the Buddhist world, spiritual energy still flows down like a waterfall.

Some of it has condensed into liquid, gathering into spirit pools, or seeping into the ground.

But what Xie Que found most strange and puzzling was that the
The Buddhist world that seemed like it would collapse at any time has now become unusually stable.

Although the environment inside is still terrible, as if the end of the world has come, and no life can survive in it,

But at least in terms of structure, it has stabilized.
It was no longer like the worlds Xie Que had encountered before, which could completely collapse and fall into the void at any time.

Somewhere in the dark, Xie Que's heart seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable force.

As if on a whim, an indescribable impulse drove him forward in one direction.

This power seems to be a call from ancient times.

It was like the whisper of some unknown existence, leading him through the endless darkness and sandstorms.

He turned his body into a candle and his blood into torches, illuminating the road ahead.

He didn't know how long he had been walking in this direction, but the scene before him remained the same.

The endless darkness swallowed everything like an abyss, and the whistling sandstorms were like the breath of a giant beast.

The sky was filled with dust, shrouding the entire world in chaos.

Xie Que knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, the worst outcome would be death.

Even if you die, you just have to wait to be resurrected by the Judgment of Death Chart.

But what really made him move forward, to pursue this calling desperately,
It is the strong curiosity deep in his heart.

He longed to know what kind of existence it was.
Being able to transcend the boundaries of time and space and send such a strong call to him.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xie Que finally saw something unusual.

It was a lonely little temple, standing quietly in the wilderness.

Although the temple was small, it seemed to contain some kind of indescribable attraction, which made Xie Que stop involuntarily. The area of ​​the temple was not large, just equivalent to the courtyard of an ordinary family, and the length and width were only about 70 to 80 meters.

Although it looks plain and simple, it reveals the vicissitudes of time.

On the temple wall, there seemed to be traces of random smearing by charcoal sticks.

Those lacquer paintings that were supposed to be vivid and lifelike are now covered with a thick layer of charcoal ash.

Only a few vague outlines are revealed, making it difficult to get a full picture.

Xie Que used the dim light to carefully observe the murals covered with charcoal ash.

In the blur, he could barely make out two large bare feet that seemed to be stepping on the clouds, giving people an otherworldly feeling.

Apart from that, the rest of the parts were tightly covered with charcoal ash, and the true appearance could not be seen.

Xie Que stretched out his hand without hesitation, releasing the cosmic light to go back in time.

But even though he went back tens of millions of years, the contents on the wall remained the same as before, without any change.

He realized that the contents on the wall might be much older than he had imagined.

He reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​going back in time.

He walked around the mottled wall and came to the main entrance of this lonely little temple.

The "door" of the small temple may have already become dilapidated under the erosion of the endless wind and sand.
Walking through the front hall, Xie Que's pace slowed down unconsciously.

He continued walking forward and entered the hall, but what he saw was an empty place.

The scene should have been solemn and dignified with many Buddha statues.

At this moment, there was only nothingness left, and the Buddha statues that carried the faith had disappeared without a trace.

This is not due to weathering, because everything else in the temple is intact.

Xie Que searched the empty hall carefully, leaving no corner untouched, hoping to find some trace of gods and Buddhas.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get what he wanted.
There was nothing else in the hall except traces of time.

"How strange." Xie Que muttered to himself, but the fire of curiosity in his heart burned even more vigorously.

He became more and more curious about which sacred deity this small temple had once enshrined.
Why is there not even the slightest trace left?

Then, Xie Que pushed open the door and stepped into the backyard.

At that moment, his eyes were attracted by a bonfire in the center.

The flame jumped in the darkness, as if it was the only light in this desolate land.

The bonfire seemed to have a spirit, sensing Xie Que's approach.
It suddenly rose up and hovered in the air.

At this moment, he seemed to see a monk sitting peacefully by the fire.

But when the flames slowly fell back to their normal height, the monk's figure also disappeared, as if he had never existed.

Xie Que knew very well that what he had just seen was not an illusion, but was actually happening before his eyes.

The monk was completely black, and his facial features were swallowed by the darkness, making it impossible to identify his true identity.

Xie Que slowly walked towards the flame, but was surprised to find that

Under the flames, there were only three or two thin branches supporting the fire.
They were so thin that they seemed like they would be swallowed by the flames at any time, and were simply unable to support such a strong flame.

The next moment, the bonfire seemed to be pulled by an invisible force.

It soared into the air, its flame body swaying in the wind, leaning in one direction.

This time, Xie Que's eyes were as sharp as a torch.
I also saw the figure of the monk I had just seen, who was now quietly hiding in my own shadow.

It blended into the darkness and would be almost unnoticeable if not for the light of the fire.

The monk was turning the Buddhist beads in his hands and chanting scriptures, but no sound could be heard.

At the same time, a faint and trembling voice quietly entered his ears:

“Master…save me…”

The voice was filled with endless despair and pleading, as if it was the last call of a soul in the abyss.

Xie Que looked around, but saw only flickering flames and no one else.

So he looked at the monk in the shadow and asked softly, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Although the voice was weak, it was exceptionally clear in the silent night:
"I am a follower of ****. I have believed in him for 367,240,000 years..."

Upon hearing this, Xie Que couldn't help but feel inexplicably shocked.

Three hundred and sixty-seven million two hundred and four hundred thousand years?
What kind of Buddha could exist for so long?

Even the Buddha may not have such a long lifespan, right?
Xie Que frowned involuntarily and asked again, "Tell me again, which god or Buddha are you a believer of?"

"..." The voice came again after a while.

But they were also words that Xie Que could not understand, just like the syllables uttered randomly like gibberish.

But after hearing this, Xie Que was able to conclude that this was not a random statement.

The two pronunciations were completely different, but they gave him the feeling that they were pointing to the same thing.

Xie Que asked again: "Then what are you chanting now and offering sacrifices to?"

The shadow swayed slightly in the firelight, as if blown by an invisible wind.
The shadow said, "The past... I am worshipping the past..."

"But the past... is nothing..."

"Go?" Upon hearing this, Xie Que couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of horror in his heart.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb the endless night into his chest.

An ancient name suddenly flashed through my mind - "Randang Ancient Buddha".

Only a Buddha from the past who has transcended the world could possess such incredible power to completely erase all traces of himself, as if he had never existed.

Xie Que pondered in his heart, trying to blurt out that ancient and mysterious name.

However, his tongue felt as if it was being pressed down by a thousand-pound weight, and he could only utter a string of chaotic, meaningless syllables: "****"

To his surprise, the monk in the shadow seemed to understand what he meant and nodded slightly:

"Yes...it's him..."

Xie Que asked again: "Then how can I rescue you?"

The shadow monk said: "Put out the fire..."

Upon hearing this, Xie Que subconsciously raised his hand, ready to put out the bonfire.

However, at this moment, a sudden sense of fear froze his movements like ice.

He knew that after reaching the other side, every thought and every action of his would
These are by no means accidental or whim, but must have profound reasons behind them.

If I really put out the fire at will, it might lead to a series of unpredictable and terrible consequences. (End of this chapter)