980: Chapter 279: The Second Theft of the Dragon Turtle at Guiwang Mountain_4 980: Chapter 279: The Second Theft of the Dragon Turtle at Guiwang Mountain_4 He looked outside and saw a bald donkey, furtively lurking about, trying to escape.
Yet another monk from the Buddha World, ever since the last-generation sect leader took back the Buddha mother relics, these fellows have been hauntingly persistent, almost infiltrating every thousand years.
They have never advanced, always relying on the light of the Big Ease.
If not for the agreement between the last-generation sect leader and the Buddha Mother Daming King Bodhisattva, how could they treat Guiwang Mountain as fools?
Dongxu Taoist gave the monk a thorough look from head to toe.
The monk was in a pitiful state, failing to steal the Sharira and instead lost an arm and a leg.
Dongxu Taoist operated the Ascending Immortal Drum, letting him escape.
His body lacked even a trace of treasure light; entering Fenbao Rock, he couldn’t even take one or two treasures, indeed a shallow-fated individual.
Dark clouds hovered over his head, his death was not far off.
With one glance, Dongxu no longer paid attention.
He quickened his pace towards the top of Xuanting Mountain, much faster than before.
The aura at the summit was off, not only carrying the previous intent to kill and coldness but also a feeling that alarmed him.
He did not know what Ji Tianchen had left behind, but he felt he should supervise it a bit.
That fellow’s intelligence was not simple; he shouldn’t ruin the talents of Xuanting Mountain.
Muttering to himself, he leaped up, a drum sounding from his body, and flew to the summit in an instant.
Just as he was about to land, he was struck and sent flying by a sky-hanging island.
A drum sound echoed, and a figure violently crashed down the mountain, plunging into the earth below.
The sound was reminiscent of a drumhead being torn.
On Guiwang Mountain, four Daoists bowed in greeting, “Senior brother, your righteousness!”
Their senior brother stopped them just in time.
Even their senior brother could not ascend Xuanting Mountain; there was no chance for them.
That sky-hanging island showed no mercy; if that strike had hit them, they would need at least a hundred years to recover.
A moment later, Dongxu emerged from the humanoid crater, shook off the dust, and gritted his teeth as he looked towards the summit.
Damn Ji Tianchen!
Was he forbidding him from ascending the mountain?
He was indeed causing trouble!
At the same time, within the great hall of Xuanting Mountain, Ji Feixue watched as the scene before her eyes gradually halted.
The Scholar’s incessant voice also reached its end.
“Girl… Guiwang Mountain is trustworthy, but do not trust that big drum, especially do not accept any tasks from it!
If he dares to offer, smash the drum and walk away… That task has nothing to do with you!”
“If there’s real trouble, seek out Tai Zu of the Dragon Turtle Tribe.
Although I’ve only met him three times, he once promised me a favor, and you can go to him for anything…”
“The old ancestor of the Phoenix Clan is indeed an acquaintance…
whether you seek him out doesn’t really matter.
However, if a successor from Zhenyou Mountain appears and his character is faultless, he can be considered a fellow Daoist.
Guiwang, Zhenyou, and Xuanting, nonetheless, often battle side by side…”
Ji Feixue stood motionless, listening intently.
She could tell the speaker’s voice was no longer as robust as initially, it almost sounded like his consciousness was fading, as if he was struggling to arrange his final affairs.
Ji Feixue stood motionless, quietly listening, hearing him speak as a father to her for the first time since she had emerged from her shell.
One day, two days…
The Scholar’s voice became increasingly ethereal, increasingly weak.
The personality that Su He had once brightened over a month of conquest, completely cooled down.
Outside Xuanting Mountain, drum sounds echoed.
With each sound, a dark figure was knocked off the summit.
At the foot of the mountain were densely packed, assorted humanoid craters.
Dongxu had not yet managed to ascend the summit.
But he was close!
He could feel that Xuanting Mountain’s rejection of him had lessened significantly.
At most two days and he would be able to climb up—if he wasn’t worried about damaging Xuanting Mountain, he would immediately summon his true form and shatter those broken islands with a single drumbeat!
Think flying is impressive?
Who the hell couldn’t?
Su He slowly opened her eyes, the rapid changes in her inner world had come to an end, living creatures began their bloodline inheritance, and the scattered life energy would nourish heaven and earth, nourish the Netherworld, preventing random outbreaks.
It would no longer affect the external environment.
And further—progress was remarkable!
Su He’s consciousness returned to the Intention Orifice as he looked at the Bright Mirror.
Status: Healthy.
Boundary Status: Opening Heaven Three-fold (13%), Xuan Wu (Entry Tao),
Human Form: Xuan Wu (48%), Vermilion Bird (￥*&), White Tiger…
In recent days, he had been so focused that even the estrus condition in his status had faded; he should reflect on this.
The advancement of the Inner World was swift.
Using the birth of the Living Creatures initially, the Source Stone had been hugely consumed, advancing at a rate of about one percent each day.
In just five days, it reached 13%
There was also the progress of Xuan Wu in human form.
The Life Force of all beings was highly beneficial for cultivation in human form, and in these few days, he had managed to push the progress to 48%.
But opportunities like this came only once, and now as the birth of Living Creatures in the Inner World was basically complete, the speed would slow down—relatively speaking compared to the past few days.
Actually, the entire stage of Opening Heaven Three-fold was the fastest period for the proliferation of the Inner World’s Living Creatures.
Ordinary Four Spirits could extend this period for thousands to tens of thousands of years.
Su He also decided to suppress his Boundary Status and stay in Opening Heaven Three-fold for a few more years, striving not to advance for a hundred years!
Su He stopped the Formation and Array, stretched his body, and subconsciously glanced at the Ascending Immortal Drum Location.
He saw a one-armed, one-legged monk, hopping on a single leg, escaping from the door beneath the Ascending Immortal Drum.
The promise from the former Sect Leader and the Buddha Mother Daming King Bodhisattva allowed Buddhist Disciples to try to take away the Sharira, but there was no guarantee that they could leave safely afterward.
No sooner had he exited the door than the Ascending Immortal Drum sounded a beat.
If not for the Buddhist Lion’s Roar protecting Monk Kuran, he would have lost his life there instantly.
With the protection of the Buddhist Lion’s Roar, he took one step on his single foot and soared into the sky.
Headed into the distance, he hadn’t flown far when he sensed a gaze on him.
A familiar feeling—there was no suppression of Divine Sense and perception here at Fenbao Rock.
Instantly turning his head, he saw Su He, thousands of miles away.
His face immediately lit up with excitement!
This Turtle actually left before him!
No wonder the measures he left at Fenbao Rock had been of no use.
This Turtle had indeed come to the mountain for the Buddha mother relics!
Monk Kuran was furious, his expression darkened, and making a Wrathful Vajra posture, he charged toward Su He.
This was not Fenbao Rock anymore, no need to hide or camouflage, all kinds of methods could be used unscrupulously.
Dragon Turtle, your death is imminent!
He was menacing when suddenly, the Dragon Turtle shook its body, and a beam of Star Xuan unfolded.
It dived into it, and immediately after, the Star Xuan disappeared.
Such a huge Dragon Turtle… had vanished right in front of him!
Monk Kuran landed, his face clouded with a failed aura, searching all around but found no traces of spatial transfer.
This was not a spatial technique from the Dragon Turtle Tribe!
The spatial techniques of Divine God Beasts were extremely crude, directly tearing and smashing through space to leave.
They wouldn’t restore it to such perfection.
“Roar!” A Buddhist Lion’s Roar roared out from Monk Kuran.
Thief!
Scoundrel!
Daring not to confront him directly!